HP's Wretched

Eight years ago

It hurts, my chest hurts, where am I?hell?

Flotte felt immersed in darkness, and apart from the heart-wrenching pain in her chest, there was only a fishy-sweet taste in her throat.She wanted to control her body to move her hands and feet, but her limp body didn't give her any response, as if she was abandoned in the dark.

"Do you think that you can escape the subsequent price by doing this?"

Who is speaking?

"I said, your fate is already doomed."

Is it the Grim Reaper?Is death speaking?

"Do you think you can use this little trick to leave this world earlier and stay away from the torture of the world?"

The familiar and cold voice lingered in Flott's ears, one sentence after another poked at Flott's few luck left, she was afraid, she was frightened by the voice of the god of death.

"You are wrong, your struggle is useless, your weakness makes you fall into the quagmire, your fate is still moving forward according to the established track, enjoy your few remaining days of suffering from illness! Hahahaha! "

No, no, it's impossible, don't do it!

"Hahahaha!"

Flotte pulled out the last of her remaining strength, and started waving her hands non-stop, trying to drive away the creepy voice that tortured this person in her ears.

In St. Mungo's Hospital, the clinician who took care of Flott saw Flott waving like crazy, stepped forward to stop her, and tried to wake up Flott: "Mrs. Luster, Mrs. Luster , wake up, you are safe now, Mrs. Luster..."

Flote's hands stopped at the moment when she heard the doctor's words. The doctor thought she was calm and went back to sleep, but who knew that Flote's hands suddenly stretched out like wild animals, holding the life-saving straw. She firmly grasped the doctor's hand, and opened her eyes suddenly, staring blankly at the ceiling without any focus, she asked frantically in a hoarse voice: "Where am I?"

"Ma'am, you are in the hospital, don't be afraid, you are safe."

"This is not a hospital, not a hospital, I can't see anything, this is not a hospital, I should be dead."

"Ma'am, you can't see anything now because of the excessive damage of black magic, which caused you to be temporarily blind. Don't be afraid, you will recover soon. Don't worry, you will not die. You were sent by Mr. Snape When we get here, we will do our best to help you..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, Flotte's body trembled, and she held the doctor's hand tightly again. She asked, "Severus? Severus saved me?"

"Yes, Mr Snape."

Flotte's mind seemed to have slid through a lot of things, but she didn't catch anything, she only knew that logically she should be dead, but she is still alive now, which means that the three Gu worms must have Something went wrong, or something went wrong with the protection of the Potters, yes!The Potters!The Potters!How are they?

There was darkness in front of Flott's eyes, she could only turn her head away according to her feeling, and asked tremblingly: "Is that boy okay? The boy from the Potter family, are his parents okay?"

The doctor obviously didn't know why Flott asked this question, but he still replied in detail: "The boy you mentioned became the savior of our wizarding world. He survived under the hands of the mysterious man, and the mysterious man disappeared. gone."

"Mysterious man! Mysterious man disappeared! Did the mysterious man go there in person? Tell me quickly! Don't you!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Where are the parents of that child?" Flotte's whole body began to tremble violently, and she seemed to have guessed the answer in her mind.

"Both the Potters died honorably."

Flotte suddenly let go of the doctor's hand, her out-of-focus eyes lost any expression, her body was still trembling, her hands were shaking unconsciously, and she muttered in a low voice: "It's all in vain, in vain, in vain..."

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

Flotte ignored the doctor, and started to laugh at herself nervously, but the shaking of the laughter caused the flesh and blood in her chest that had not yet recovered, and the sudden and severe pain prompted Flott to cover her chest and arch her body , the pain twitched, and what was even more frightening was that after talking so many words in a throat that hadn't drank for a long time, it finally started to cough. one cent.

"Come on! Mrs. Luster's condition is serious again." The doctor shouted towards the outside of the ward, and took out the quick-acting palliative that was placed on the bedside table, poured it into the prepared cup, and diluted it with warm water .

The doctor sent the diluted palliative to Flotte, holding her head and trying to feed her to drink, but who knew that just after Flott took a sip, a stream of blood flowed from her with a severe cough. Flotte's mouth sprayed into the cup. It was originally a clear liquid, but it was instantly blood-stained and extremely alluring.

The pharmacist who just came in happened to see this scene, she was holding various potions in her hand, rushed forward and quickly snatched the cup of blood-colored liquid, and said angrily: "You gave her a palliative. "

"Yes."

"She has already drank it just now, this thing can't be drunk forever." The pharmacist put the cup he snatched in his hand heavily on the cabinet, then took out a bottle of life and death water and poured it into Flott's mouth, and said , "Notify her family that her condition has worsened."

"Mrs. Luster's family... seems to be basically gone..." This lady is a famous black widow in the magic world.

"Who sent her here?"

"Mr. Snape."

"Then call him here, and go!" the pharmacist roared.

The doctor secretly rejoiced for a moment. Fortunately, Mr. Snape sent Flott here and did not leave. Instead, he used the potion master pass to obtain the right without worry, and brewed some necessary spare potions in the underground laboratory. She You don't need to run too far to find someone.

As soon as the doctor rushed out of the door of the ward, he bumped into a dark figure - Snape.

"Mr Snape, it's very good of you to be here, Mrs Luster's injury has deteriorated."

"Exactly." Snape was holding the healing potion he had just brewed in his hand, and the high-grade ingredients in it even had the effect of hanging people's lives.

Snape no longer cared about the doctors at the side, but strode into the ward, walked to the bedside of Flotte who had fallen asleep due to the effects of the water of life and death, and said to the pharmacist, "Advanced healing potion, feed her go down."

The pharmacist took the vial that Snape handed over, and seeing the clarity of the potion, he knew that this bottle could be regarded as high-grade, so he fed the medicine to Flotte on the bed without further questioning.The effect of the medicine was produced quickly, and Flotte's complexion became better.

"Why did the condition suddenly start to deteriorate?" Snape asked coldly.

"I... I don't know either. Madam woke up, just asked a few questions, and then that's it." The doctor replied.

"What did she ask?" Snape asked.

"About the safety of the Potter family, and then I told her things, Madam went crazy."

After Snape heard the words of the Potter family, his heart also twitched, but he quickly recovered, at least on the surface, and continued to ask with a solemn expression: "What else did she say?"

"It seems that talking about it is in vain, in vain."

Wasted?What wasted?Snape's brows began to knit, everything seemed like a mystery, but the answer seemed to be coming soon.The first thing she asked when she woke up was Lily's situation, and then she said it was useless, Snape knew that she had tried a way to protect Lily, but it was obviously a failure in the end, was it futile?But what method did she use to protect it?Could it be that she has become like this and has nothing to do with this matter?

When Snape seemed to be pondering deeply, the pharmacist who was taking care of Flott suddenly exclaimed: "Look at her necklace!"

Snape hurriedly looked at the thumb-sized stone doll around Flott's neck, he knew what it was, it was a Gumanthong made of Tiger's flesh and blood, but what was strange now was that he was faintly trembling Golden yellow light.

"What is this?" The pharmacist stretched out his hand to touch it after he finished speaking, but unexpectedly, he was bounced by a force. The strange situation made the pharmacist quickly withdraw his hand.

"Don't touch it!" Snape advised, although it was too late.

"What the hell is this? Should we take it down? It's very likely to affect the patient's condition."

Snape didn't reply, but stared at the radiance emitted by the doll, which extended along Flott's neck to her chest bit by bit. This phenomenon, Snape subconsciously thought, It seemed to be treating Flott, and Flott's complexion seemed to be slowly recovering.

Snape had seen the magic of this thing, it could turn a manaless Squib into a mana-rich master, and he could feel the power of this thing when he fought Dizrael that time.This time, Flotte was injured like this, and she didn't know how conscious the doll was, but judging by the current situation, it probably knew that its mother was suffering.

Snape stopped the apothecary's attempt to remove it with magic, and said, "It's a holy thing, it's healing Flott, it's all right."

holy thing?The pharmacist murmured suspiciously.

……

eight years later

Snape stared at the stone doll that had returned to normal size, and now Flotte had already offered it in a corner of the house, and there were not a lot of incense and tribute, but they all came according to the rules of worship in Asia, but this This kind of enshrining seems to be quite effective. Now the lower body of the doll has turned into an ordinary lime gray, but the upper body is still an uncomfortable black gray.

"The meal is ready! Don't stand there, come and try my bolognese lasagna." Flott said to Snape's back.

Snape turned to look at the lasagna already arranged on the table, and some small desserts, which at least looked good on the surface.

Snape skillfully walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down, turned to the kitchen, and said to Flotte who was still cleaning up the cooking mess: "Have you never thought of using Gumantong to restore mana?" Snape Admittedly he's a bit off asking the question, but it's by far the most reliable method.

After tidying up, Flotte simply wiped her hands on the apron and said, "How could I use my son's pain to achieve this kind of purpose, I'm not that beast." After finishing speaking, she shook her wrist in retaliation silver bells.

Snape knew he asked a stupid question, so he quietly picked up the knife and fork without talking, cut out a small piece of lasagna and put it in his mouth. Well, it tastes good.

Seeing that Snape had already tasted it, Flott asked expectantly, "Is it delicious?"

"Much better than your level of making potions."

Of course, Flote knew that this was a compliment, so she sat in her seat with satisfaction and began to eat. It tasted good.

"What's the evaluation of my ancient rune-related papers in the magic world?" Flotte suddenly remembered and asked.

"The evaluation is not bad. The few ancient books you translated have also attracted attention, but they are not as popular as the unofficial histories of love and hatred that you translated and collected."

"Even if it is a small part of the stories mentioned in the magic text that can be recorded in the ancient runes, I don't think it is considered unofficial history." Flutter corrected.

"But it's written like unofficial history by you." Snape mocked.

Flutter curled her lips in dissatisfaction and said, "You are questioning the professionalism of my translation. I just added some adjectives to the story. You can't deny that people like this kind of gossip."

"You can describe the sorrow of the academic world so beautifully, no one else has the ability."

"I translated these stories to increase my popularity in the eyes of ordinary wizards. The research and translation of those ancient spells improved my status in the academic world. Only with my popularity and academic status can I be called to Hogwarts Ancient Magic For the position of Professor Wen, it is not enough to rely on the old professor to recommend me."

Snape didn't have time to argue with Flott about whether it's good to write unofficial history, and directly introduced the matter: "The recommendation letter from the old professor of ancient runes seems to have been sent to Dumbledore and the Hogwarts school trustee."

"There must be no problem with the Hogwarts board of trustees. There were already seven people who supported me in this position, and the remaining five should have been bought off, not to mention there is Lucius Malfoy among the board of directors."

Snape's eyelids twitched, looking at this dirty deal, he was not so easy in his job back then, so he said: "You still have Dumbledore to pass."

"Don't worry, I'm sure about him. I have been recuperating here for seven years. Although the main purpose is to protect Harry's safety, I have worked hard to study ancient runes in the past seven years. In the British wizarding world, the ability to There is no such thing as a magician that I can serve, and now that the old professor resigns and goes home to recuperate, I am definitely the most suitable for this vacancy."

"Your confidence is really touching, but be careful not to become conceited," Snape said sarcastically.

"You can rest assured. By the way, when will I get the results of my make-up NEWT exam?" Flotte dropped out of school in the fifth grade, so she didn't have the final wizard exam results, but as a Hogwarts professor, she has outstanding achievements. In addition to theoretical knowledge and high academic status, a seventh-grade wizard graduation exam score is also important, so Flotte can only spend money to find connections and take a make-up exam. Flush magic foundation, some items have been bought directly with money.

"You should be able to come in these two days. I am also curious about how many points you can get in the test, especially your potion."

"Ah, Professor Snape, I'm so terrified." Flott put on an air, "You said how good you were at taking the Potions exam for me, and you could still make me flustered with my grades."

Snape sneered, "Your abilities are really different from ordinary people. You can dream during the day."

Flotte curled her lips and said, "I can't sleep all night, can't you let me dream during the day?"

"The water of life and death I prepared for you still doesn't work?"

"No, you can fall asleep if you drink the water of life and death, but you will definitely enter a nightmare, and you will... see those pictures again, but if you don't drink it, you will suffer from insomnia."

Snape frowned, and said, "This time, the proportion of the water of life and death I brought you has been changed again, you can try it later."

Flote nodded.

"How about your other illnesses?"

"After drinking the medicine you prepared, I stopped coughing up blood, and I didn't have the strength to get off the ground, but sometimes my chest still hurts, and I dare not use painkillers."

Snape knew in his heart that the medicine he had prepared was already very effective. It used to be able to stop Flott's pain by the way, but now it can't relieve the pain. It only shows that Flott's condition is still getting worse. It seems that he The proportion of medicines dispensed next month also has to be changed.

"Severus, thank you for your hard work, you still have to dispense my medicine every month."

"Who made the effect of the medicine only last for a month. By the way, how is your mana, has it recovered?"

Flotte looked up at the hidden pentagram magic circle on the roof, which was filled with a lot of magic to purify mana. She lived in this magic circle every day, and it stands to reason that her mana should be properly recovered. Although it can't reach the peak of the past, it won't become what it is now. The level of magic power is not as good as that of a ten-year-old child, so he said helplessly: "This magic circle is still a bit effective at the beginning, and it has recovered some mana, but it's a little It is useless. I have studied many ancient books. There is no problem with the placement of magic in the formation. I have tried my best to make it cleaner, but I still can't dispel the damage caused by the black magic in my body. My current magic strength It’s not as good as the Harry on the other side.” She lives in seclusion in the Muggle world, one is to be able to recuperate quietly and restore mana, and the other is to protect Harry without interfering in Harry’s daily life, and of course not interfering in Harry’s life requirements It was Dumbledore who brought it up to Snape, and Flott still doesn't understand it.

"You don't need to worry, maybe you can go back to the magic world and feel the magnetic field between wizards, maybe it will help you."

"I hope so."

"By the way, Lucius asked me to ask you, how is the potion business in France?"

After the Dark Lord disappeared, the British wizarding world was in chaos. Ordinary wizards were grateful for the victory. The Ministry of Magic began to clean up, and those wizards who were suspected of being Death Eaters were to be tried. She was recuperating on the hospital bed, but that didn't mean she couldn't move her mind. When Malfoy put aside the relationship and didn't care about other things, she directly asked Sibney to open the market in France.If you don't arrange it at this time, it will be too late when Malfoy comes to his senses.Of course, Sibney went with her sister, Orion, who woke up.Flutter replied: "It's all good."

"Actually, it was better for you to go to France to cultivate yourself than here."

"It's not that you don't know why I don't go. I let Sibney and Orion go to keep them away from me. I don't want to see them. It's good that I let Orion wake up." Of course, even though Flotte woke up Orion and let her and Sibney go to France to take care of the business there, it doesn't mean that they are no longer under her control. There is no way, even after life and death, their nature is still difficult to change , "Furthermore, I promised you that I will accompany you to complete your mission and protect Harry. Naturally, I will not break my promise."

When Snape heard the second part of Flott's words, his mood seemed to be a little lower again. He didn't say anything more, but ate quietly.

Knowing that her words aroused those memories of Snape, Flott changed the subject obediently: "You can help me wash the dishes later."

"It seems that you have lived in the Muggle world for so long that you have forgotten your original etiquette and upbringing."

"I don't have magic, it's inconvenient...you can do it..."

Snape gave Flott a hard look, but in the end, Flott was still begged to do the dishes.

After Snape came back to look at it, he found that Flotte had already fallen asleep on the table. He really had the face to say that he was prone to insomnia...