HP's Wretched

"Ha, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, you really made it easy for me to find you." The red-haired woman paced around the house with her wand in her hand, and occasionally turned her head to tease the Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom who were restrained on the ground, "However, You guys are worth the effort and money I spent."

The couple who fell on the ground did not talk to each other, but were still struggling without giving up, trying to break free from the control of the curse.

Overreaching.The red-haired woman looked at the persistence of the two on the ground and thought contemptuously, and then reminded in a hypocritical tone: "Don't bother, you won't be able to break free. I definitely can't use ordinary spells to catch you." The red-haired woman The woman squatted down, gently picked up the two magic wands that had just been knocked to the ground, and played with them, "Oh, what should I say about you, since this room has cast a spell of loyalty, you can stay in the room with peace of mind. It is impossible for me to find you in my life. But, you righteous Gryffindors, when you see your friends in danger, you will definitely come out to rescue them, so it is too easy to lure you out, heh, let me Tell me what's good about you."

That's right, the person who came was Flott disguised as Lily Potter. She had planned this day for a long time.Yes, she admitted that she tried her best to get close to Lily not only to fulfill the promise to Snape to keep her safe, but also for this ulterior reason. That's why she didn't dare to thank the Potter family. She has already taken the reward privately.

"You disgusting Death Eater, you don't have to worry about embarrassment if you use such tricks that don't make it to the stage." Mr. Longbottom scolded.

"Haha, you're wrong. One, I'm not a Death Eater, and two, I'm here to avenge your personal revenge. Do I need any honest means? It's enough to catch you." Why do people always think that she is a Death Eater? Does she look like this?Flotte thought unhappily.

"Then what did you do to Lily? Why did you use Lily's face?" Mrs. Longbottom roared.

"I didn't do anything to Mrs. Potter. I just used two of her hairs. As I said, I'm not a Death Eater. Mrs. Potter has no grudge against me, and I don't need to hurt her."

"Then what is the deep hatred between us and you?" Mrs. Longbottom asked.

Flotte, who was squatting on the ground, approached Mrs. Longbottom with a smile, and raised her hand to gently pinch Mrs. Longbottom's chin, prompting Mrs. Longbottom to look at herself, and then said in an understated but sullen tone: " You killed my child."

"We have never harmed anyone, let alone children!"

"Yes, you didn't directly harm a child, but you hurt my husband and turned him into a squib. Do you know how my husband regained his mana?" Flotte's face moved closer to Longbottom Madam, the clear green eyes on Lily's face are now mixed with frightening extremes, "He turned the child into a Gumantong, oh, he shaved the child's bones and burned them into a dry corpse, and then ground the bones into powder Made a stone doll, put the burned mummy inside, trapped his soul, and used resentment to enhance my husband’s magic power. Don’t you think it’s particularly cruel?”

Mrs. Longbottom, whose chin was pinched, looked at Flotte blankly. Even when she imagined the horrible scene Flotte described, she couldn't help retching.

"I know that you are not directly responsible, and I also know that you should have killed that scumbag of my husband, but who should I call for my child's death?" Flotte loosened her grip on Longbottom The hand on the lady's chin stood up in a daze, "Everyone who owed me died, and I killed all those related to my child's death, so you are the only ones left. But it's too boring to kill you directly. By the way, I listen Say your son seems to be named Neville Longbottom."

"What are you crazy woman doing! Come at me!" Mr. Longbottom roared like crazy.

"Please, don't touch my son! What are you coming at us?" Mrs. Longbottom was about to cry.

Flotte didn't care about what they were yelling, she went straight into the bedroom inside, and cast a silencing spell on the door (made up by herself, I suddenly couldn't remember what spell to use), blocking the door All the screams, Flotte didn't want them to disturb her pleasure of revenge.

Xiao Yutuanzi in the cradle who still doesn't understand what's going on outside is eating his hands with his big eyes open. He seems to feel that a stranger has come in, and his brown and black eyes are staring curiously at the person who is close to him.

Flotte tried her best to maintain her composure, slowly raised her wand, stretched it into the cradle and pointed it at the center of little Neville's eyebrows, now she just cast a random spell, and the child would surely die, while outside Yes, the child's parents, Flotte's enemy, will definitely experience the despair and pain of losing their child but being powerless like her...

Little Neville didn't understand anything, he didn't know that he was likely to die soon, he was still curious about the small wooden stick pointed at him, and stretched out his fleshy little hand to grab the wand hanging between his eyebrows .

Flotte looked at Roududu's waving little hand, and seemed to see Little Tiger playing with her in the cradle again in a trance. She resisted the urge to put that little hand in her palm, and tried hard to maintain her Determined not to collapse due to the cute face of the child, Flotte tightened her hand holding the wand, her expression became more dignified, she couldn't give up, she had planned revenge for so long, and she couldn't collapse because of her soft heart!She wanted to follow the scolding voice beside her ear to complete almost the final revenge, and the voice beside her ear kept provoking the hatred in Flott's heart: They just owe you a child!I just owe you a child, you are not crazy, you are right!Don't forget the picture of your son being disemboweled and burned to a mummified corpse!Kill this child, let them also taste the pain of losing a child, transfer your hatred and pain to them, and avenge your child!

Flote followed the voice next to her ear, and looked at the child almost madly. She controlled her hands not to tremble, her cowardly tears not to stay, and her heart not to waver.She was about to start, and started to cast this spell of knowing everything... However, a childish laughter like a silver bell completely covered all the voices shouting hatred in Flotte's ears.

In the end, little Neville managed to reach the wand, holding the tip of the wand tightly with his little fleshy hands, and seemed to be swaying the wand with a little effort, staring at Flott with big eyes, raised a cute smile, and let out a melting Flott sound. Lotte's "giggle" laughter.

Flotte's hand holding the wand softened with the laughter, and tears began to fall like beads that had been unthreaded.That's right, Flotte still didn't make a move in the end, she knew it, she knew it fucking!From the beginning of planning this matter, she thought that she might not be able to do it.She had lost a child, she hated those who were involved in the killing of her child, she was already crazy!However, she loves children so much, she has been a mother, she is a mother, how could she do anything to other children?

Flotte touched the stone doll on her chest, and murmured in a low voice: "Forgive Mom, Mom really can't do it, can't do it, forgive Mom, forgive Mom..."

However, what Flotte didn't see was that the gray-black stone doll on the neck suddenly became much lighter in color.

Flotte gently took the wand out of Neville's hand and put it back in her sleeve.Little Neville saw that the little wooden stick he had finally grasped was taken away in this way, and his mouth couldn't help curling down, and he was about to cry.

Flotte quickly touched the tears on her face, then picked up little Neville, swayed her from side to side with skillful movements, and coaxed little Neville not to cry: "Ah, whose good baby is this, handsome boy, Come on, don't feel wronged, Ang, don't feel wronged, Auntie will give you some fun, let's not feel wronged, Ang~"

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When the Longbottoms saw Flotte coming out with the lively little Neville in their arms, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't aim at the child, this matter has nothing to do with my son...it's nothing to do with it! What's the matter, you...you come towards us!" Mrs. Longbottom looked at Flotte holding her son in her arms, she really Afraid, really afraid that Flote would strangle his son to death in the next second, "I beg you, it is... we killed your child, please let my son go, please."

Flotte ignored Mrs. Longbottom, who was begging, and Mr. Longbottom, who was trying to reason with her, but concentrated on coaxing little Neville in her arms.

Little Neville was happily playing with the roses that Flotte gave him from a silk scarf in his hand, but the child who knew nothing could sense something was wrong. He saw his parents lying on the ground and screaming at them. His direction seemed to be crying for something, and the hands shaking the roses also stopped, looking at these in a daze, as if he was about to cry too.

Seeing that little Neville was also affected, Flotte restrained her emotions, returned to her original threatening tone and said in a very soft tone: "Let's play a game, if you win, our hatred will be wiped out." .”

The couple stared blankly at Flotte, not understanding why Flotte suddenly let them go.

Flotte put little Nevian on the table beside her, then took out two bottles of medicine from her pocket, smiled and said to the couple on the ground: "You guys will fall asleep for many days after drinking these two bottles of medicine. God, it may be three days, and you will dream, as for the quality of the dream, haha, how can I make you have a good dream by torturing you, these two bottles of medicine are good things I brought from India, it is cheap for you As for your son, I will take him to a good place. When you can bring him back is up to you. Of course, if you bring him back, you will live or die. I can’t guarantee it. It depends on you. Catch up."

"You vicious madwoman!"

"Yes, I'm a lunatic, and it's useless to scold me. Of course, you can also choose. Should I torture your son to death in front of your eyes, or... you should drink it obediently." After she was sure that they absolutely had to choose The former is to frighten them into taking the medicine obediently. In fact, Flotte has long expected that she might not be able to make a move, so it is better to prepare a plan, which will come in handy. Of course, the effect of this medicine is according to According to the merchant, the favorable rate is [-]%.

"We choose the latter." Mr. Longbottom said, since there are risks in both, it is better to give it a try.

"Okay, then you guys have to work hard and wake up early." Flotte finished speaking softly, then opened the small medicine bottle, and poured two bottles of potion into In the mouths of the couple...

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Flotte saw that the couple had entered a dream and was about to be tortured, and she burned their wands as firewood. Yes, she spared the family's life, but it was impossible to keep her from getting angry.

After finishing everything, Flotte went out with little Neville in her arms. It happened that it was time for the compound potion, and Flotte changed from Lily's appearance back to her original one. Little Neville's expression can be seen.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, auntie is not good, auntie scared you." Seeing Neville crying, Flotte hurriedly coaxed her, pulled out a useless ring from her hand, and transformed into a lily , successfully attracted little Neville's attention, seeing little Neville stopped crying, Flotte couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "You child is also strange, you don't want to use the silk scarf to turn it into a toy for you, but turn it into a flower for you You really like it, it seems that you are interested in plants, maybe when you grow up, you will become an expert in herbal medicine (Neville eventually became the professor of herbal medicine at Hogwarts)."

Little Neville ignored Flotte's words that sounded like she was talking to herself, and concentrated on playing with the two flowers in her hand.

Flotte caressed Neville's little face and said, "Fortunately, I checked your parents' information and your grandma's address, otherwise, you little fellow would have left with me, I I'll take you to grandma's house now." How could Flotte be willing to throw little Neville into a dangerous place, she said to the Longbottoms, just to scare them and let them taste the pain, "You Stay well at grandma's house, your parents will pick you up in two days."

After Flotte finished speaking, she kissed little Neville on the cheek, and then left here with little Neville.

However, what Flott didn't know was that after today, Neville Longbottom would never wait for his parents to pick him up.

Because at this time, in the dark, a pair of eyes witnessed everything, the process of changing from red-haired Lily Potter to Flote Luster, hiding and disappearing from a building, those eyes in the darkness saw everything, The owner of this eye is the manager of the pharmacy—Malfoy's subordinate, and now he discovered an important secret that was enough for Malfoy to reward him with ten thousand galleons, that is, Mrs. Luster had a relationship with the Order of the Phoenix. Collusion...

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The old lady Longbottom opened the door and saw little Neville sitting on the ground playing with flowers, she hugged her grandson helplessly, and then complained: "This couple is also on a mission to throw the child here. , I don’t know how to tell you in advance.” Then he carried little Neville into the room, and closed the door heavily as if to vent his anger.

Seeing that little Neville had also arrived at his grandma's house safely, Flott couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to take out her wand to apparate home, but at this moment, something happened, and the one that was attached to the Potter's protective shield The ring suddenly cracked!

This is... this is the Death Eaters about to break in!Flotte's brain groaned, what should she do now, what should she do, what...why is she going to break in, isn't there a spell of loyalty, it has only been more than a month since she contacted them, everything has come to an end. so fast!Stop thinking about it, what to do now, what to do... what to do, right!Notify Snape!Inform him, let him quickly call Dumbledore to help them.

Flotte had already forgotten that her life was hanging on the Potter family with the Gu worm.

Flott hurriedly took out the small bottle with the words "Hogwarts" tattooed on the bottom from her pocket. This was also the Portkey that Snape made for Flott that day. Never pass the key expiration date!Do not pass!Do not pass!

Then with a gust of wind, Flotte was swept in by the Portkey...

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"Don't you know it's night?" Snape called to Flott, who suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Quick! Quick! The Death Eaters are going to break into Potter's house! Hurry up... Hurry up and inform Dumbledore, hurry up..." Before Flott finished speaking, the ring without the black gem was completely shattered into pieces. powder, "Go!"

Although Snape was stunned for a moment, he quickly realized that something had happened, so he didn't ask any more questions, ran to the fireplace like crazy, picked up a handful of Floo powder, and disappeared into the flames.

Looking at the figure that disappeared into the flames, Flott prayed: "Merlin, please bless the Potter family, and please bless Severus, so that everything will be fine for him in the future..."

Before Flotte finished speaking, she felt a force hammering heavily on her chest. With a "uh", she spit out a big mouthful of blood, and her whole body was like a puppet with a broken string, straight to the floor down.

The pain in the chest was like the internal organs and lungs exploding, and the sweetness of the blood in the mouth and throat occupied Flott's entire consciousness. Flott wanted to open her mouth to shout that it hurts, but the answer was not the sound from her throat , but the "gurgling" sound of blood mixed with the air bubbling, she knew that her mouth should be bleeding non-stop now, just like those people she had killed before, except for the blood on her face, there was only blood left. Under the distorted facial features.

She hurts so much, it really hurts, it turns out that death is so painful, haha, she regrets it a bit, the regret is not to die, but why she has to divide the Gu worms into three, she has to suffer three times, this time she Almost dead...

Flotte felt that her mind was starting to clear up, and she couldn't even feel the pain anymore. It was very contradictory, but death has always been a paradoxical mystery.She exhausted all her body strength, raised her right hand slightly, and slowly placed it on the stone doll hanging around her neck, the stone doll containing her son.

The corners of Flotte's mouth parted slightly, she smiled, she was going to die, she was finally going to die, this scourge was finally going to be free.Her life is really... Haha, she herself feels disgusting, she is greedy, vicious, and will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. A good thing done simply for the sake of kindness.She shouldn't have lived in this world. People like her should go to hell, hell.I feel sorry for her child in this life, why did she become her child, and suffer this for nothing, but when she dies, Gumanthong, who will pretend to be her child, will be taken to Thailand to be rescued by an eminent monk, may he die in the next life A good family must live well.

Flotte could no longer feel the tears falling from the corners of her eyes, but she could feel the corners of her mouth still upturned stiffly. She hoped that after Snape came back from dealing with those things, her body would not stink, otherwise Snape Snape will definitely despise her to death, but Snape, a soft-hearted guy, will definitely bury this stinking her well, after all, Snape promised her.Alas, but she wanted to die beautifully, but this wish was shattered, she must be ugly now...

In the end, she also hoped that her best friend Narcissa and her godson Draco could live in peace for the rest of their lives, not seeking glory and wealth, but only peace...

Flotte felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the pain in her chest was completely numb, but she couldn't sleep, couldn't sleep, there were two more, two times, the Potter family couldn't die, she didn't want to still owe Snape's debt.

Flotte's head also began to sink. She didn't know if she was hallucinating, or if she really saw the resentful souls who followed her every day and was killed by her. She saw a lot, a lot, a lot, and she vomited Blood, staring straight at her, circling around her, there is old Buford, there is her stepmother, there is her sister, there is someone who was cut in half by her, and there is something she can't remember, and there is a woman, Fu Lott guessed that this woman might be her biological mother. These people are so expecting her to go to hell, they are really a bunch of idiots, you can’t beat me in the world, and you can’t beat me even in hell, isn’t it all about dying, haha , wait, she will be here soon!

It was another heavy blow to the chest, another mouthful of warm blood, and Flotte's consciousness gradually became heavier and gradually disappeared...

(End of Volume [-])

The author has something to say:

You shameless stuck here...

I don’t need to explain too much about the Longbottom family. This chapter makes the whole issue more contradictory. You said that the Longbottoms were arrested. Blame Flott. A madwoman who is out for revenge finally softened her heart and let you go Now, don't blame Flotte, if she didn't come to meddle, the couple would not have slept for so many days, and would not have woken up without a magic wand to resist foreign enemies, and would not have exposed their whereabouts, so this made Take your time, anyway, Flotte is indeed guilty in the third volume, and the prologue also writes the final trial. Longbottom realizes that his parents’ madness is inseparable from this professor who encouraged him for many years. How shocking and embarrassing it is sad.

As for how the Longbottoms were caught by the Death Eaters, I'll tell you this, because I'm afraid I'll forget to explain it later.First of all, the Longbottoms are protected by the Loyalty Curse, which means there is a Secret Keeper protecting them. It is absolutely impossible for Flotte to force her way in, so she is ruthless enough to catch Gryffindor's righteous and impulsive heart. Weaknesses are drawn out, and how to crack the Loyalty Curse, one is that the Secret Keeper leaks the secret, the other is that the Secret Keeper dies, and then everyone who sees the house before it is hidden will become the Secret Keeper (Baidu search) , and the house of the Longbottoms, I set the secret keeper to be James Potter, and then he died, and the pharmacy manager who saw the house, who was sent by Malfoy to investigate Flott, will I told Malfoy about this, but the Dark Lord suddenly fell. Malfoy, who was busy picking himself up, must not care about this matter, but Bella, a diehard fan of the Dark Lord, definitely did not give up and wanted to force Malfoy to go with him. Looking for the Dark Lord, Malfoy didn't have time to deal with her, and wanted to get rid of her, so he asked the store manager to take Bella to the place he saw, and by the way, he wanted to get Flotilla off his horse, but it happened that James happened to die Well, the store manager really saw the house protected under the Curse of Fidelity, and then logically arrested the Longbottoms and tortured them to the point of insanity.

For the third volume, I may still be happy to release a preview on the first website. The preview is the "always" that you are most concerned about. I will try my best to release it, maybe it will.

So far, almost most of the prequels of Harry Potter, including some unwritten contents of Rowling, have been filled in with the character of Flott. The main tone of the third volume is sweet, but how far did the two develop? , I still don’t have a clue in my heart, let it be, as for the ending, I wanted to write two later, one sweet and one cruel, but after thinking about it, the original ending is more in line with the three-view design, but don’t worry, I will make up a follow-up (Well, actually, I'm afraid of being knifed), it will be sweet.

I talked a lot of nonsense, took a few days off, and opened the third volume.