HP's Wretched

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore sat on the headmaster's chair in the center of the room, controlling various teas in his hands, but looked at Flotte in front of him kindly and said: "I have wanted to see you for a long time, child."

"Then your wish has been fulfilled now." Flotte said humorously, she leaned back, trying to make herself look more relaxed, after all, this is whether she can be admitted as the professor of ancient magic literature at Hogwarts The last checkpoint.

This humorous remark made Dumbledore smile kindly, and then said: "The last time I saw you was many years ago. At that time, you were only in the fifth grade. Time flies. Would you like some honey grapefruit tea?" ?”

"Okay, thank you, principal." Flotte took the teacup handed by magic, then pecked lightly, and praised, "It tastes good."

"Professor Jinnes (the old professor of ancient runes, whose name is made up) praised your ability in ancient runes in the recommendation letter, and you have been studying at Hogwarts for the past few years, regarding the grades of this course It is indeed among the best, and I have also read some ancient books you translated, the words are accurate, the meaning of the sentences is fluent, including your small points, which also make me very interested."

"Thank you for your compliment."

"I know that you are very confident about applying for this position, but..." Dumbledore's expression did not change, but the content of his speech ushered in a turning point, "I heard that you were attacked by Death Eaters eight years ago, I don't know how your body is now? After all, a professor is not an easy position."

Flott guessed that Dumbledore would ask the audience a long time ago, so she said: "You can rest assured that I have cultivated very well in the past eight years. Besides, I have obtained various high-level potions through channels, and you know that ,Right?"

There was a cunning light in Dumbledore's eyes, of course he knew what Flott was hinting at him, and then said with a slight smile: "Of course, those advanced potions of yours once supported the Order of the Phoenix in the war, and the effect is really amazing good."

Hearing this, the stone in Flott's heart was slightly relieved. Since Dumbledore was willing to mention this matter, it proved that he still remembered this favor.Yes, the supply of high-grade potions suddenly increased by the potions shop was Flott's secret operation, and it was funded for free by using St. Mungo's supply channels. After all, fighting not only requires funds, but also A large number of back-up medicines.But at that time, the entire British potion industry was monopolized by Malfoy, Snape, and her, and the Dark Lord was the one behind the real control. It was very difficult for the Order of the Phoenix to obtain general blood tonics, let alone the various They have already planted high-level potions, so Flotte's funding can be regarded as pulling the Order of the Phoenix in the dark.

Although this incident was superficially glamorous and a good thing, only Flote knew that her ultimate goal at that time was extremely dirty.Back then, she wanted revenge, but with her tiny power, not to mention defeating the Dark Lord, she couldn't even touch the Longbottoms, the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix!It was precisely because she knew this that she let go of her urgency and decided to develop in the long run, using hard-to-obtain high-level potions to open up channels for the Order of the Phoenix, gain the trust of the Order of the Phoenix and others, and then have the opportunity to get close to the Longbottoms. Even if the Order of the Phoenix can get a chance to defeat the Dark Lord with her help, she will be worthy of her son's revenge.However, everything was unpredictable, and an extremely stupid prophecy gave her a new way of thinking and gave her a better chance of revenge.Now, this matter of giving charcoal in the snow has become her best bargaining chip, which is why she has such confidence in being called to this position.

"I should really thank you for your support in this matter."

"Principal, you don't need to thank me. I support the Order of the Phoenix for other purposes. If I say that I want to drive away the darkness and restore justice, I'm afraid you won't believe me." Flotte's words are half true and half false.Although this matter can become her talking point now, Flotte doesn't want Dumbledore to think that she is using this matter to blackmail her. It is enough to mention it in a moderate way, and she dare not defeat the two generations In front of the great wizard of the Dark Lord, she wants to live a few more years.

"Son, everyone has a subconscious that tends to be bright. Since you are willing to take such a risk and do such a kind act, you deserve our gratitude."

Flotte smiled awkwardly, senior wizards are different, what she said, even a thick-skinned one like her was embarrassed.

"Of course, Hogwarts' inspections of teachers have always been fair and just." Dumbledore said, "Your academic level has met the requirements of the professor, and the board of directors has also passed the unanimous vote. Recommended candidate, so I have no opinion on your joining, but I still want to ask you one last question, son, why do you want to work here?"

When Flotte heard this last question, she smiled half-relaxedly, and couldn't help but recall the night when she woke up injured...

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Eight years ago

Just when Flotte regained consciousness, a strong smell of hospital disinfectant entered her nose. She knew that she was still in the hospital ward, but fortunately, her chest had already died. It's not as painful as it was just now, at least it's bearable.

Flotte slowly opened her eyes. The light effect was very soft, but everything around her was still unclear. It seemed that the temporary blindness had not been relieved.

"You're awake." A slightly hoarse but familiar male voice came from Flotte's ear.

Flott turned her head to the source of the voice, looked at the black shadow, cleared her throat with all her strength, and asked weakly, "Severus?"

"Ah."

Flott did not expect that she would see Snape as soon as she opened her eyes. In an instant, all the information she received last time woke up flooded into Flott's brain.She didn't save Lily's life, she didn't fulfill her promise to Snape, and she didn't pay off her debt to Snape...all in vain.

Flott didn't know what to say to Snape at this moment, she opened her mouth to ask if he was okay?But she couldn't ask, she couldn't ask because of guilt, she felt guilty that she had ruined Lily's life because of her soft heart at that moment, and at the same time, she also regretted, regretted that she conceitedly predicted that the Dark Lord would not come in person.She was really... really stupid, vain and stupid!

Flotte still didn't know what to say. Her heart was in extreme torment, and it was all her fault. If it wasn't for the soft heart and conceit at that time, everything would have been different. It was she who was sorry for Snape, and it was her who was sorry for Snape. Nepe...

Flott just looked at Snape with unfocused eyes, then exhausted all her strength and said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, Severus, I didn't protect her well."

"It's not your fault, it's my fault."

Flott could hear Snape's tiredness and the sadness in his tone when he spoke, he was suffering, Flott couldn't see it but could feel it.

"Tell me, Flotte, is your injury related to protecting Lily?"

Flotte didn't say anything, she felt pretty useless, really, except that she felt useless when she failed to protect her son, and she felt that way again this time.She had arranged and planned for so long, but she didn't die, her body was full of pain, the person she protected didn't succeed, and the oath she made didn't come true.

Snape knew that Flott's silence was a kind of acquiescence, and a trace of anger rose in his heart, but this anger was snuffed out by the weak Flott lying on the hospital bed in front of him, and he blamed powerlessly: " Childish! How many times do you want me to say it, I don't want you to be implicated because of this, but why don't you listen to me? "

Flott couldn't help hearing Snape's words of accusation, she broke down and burst into tears, her eyes that were not bright at first were now filled with tears, and she still muttered: "I'm sorry, yes My fault, sorry..."

Snape saw Flotte crying on the bed, so he hurriedly looked for a handkerchief to wipe his tears. At the same time, he couldn't help but blame himself for blaming Flott at this time.

Snape found a dark green handkerchief, and wanted to stuff it into Flott's hand to wipe her tears, but found that Flott's hands had no strength in these few days of coma, so he could only do it together. Going forward, wiped the tears on Flote's face gently as much as possible, and said in his mouth: "I said it harshly, I'm sorry, it's not your fault."

"No, it's my fault. If I had put all the Gu worms into Lily's body, then she wouldn't have died. I've softened my heart. I've been conceited. I thought the Dark Lord wouldn't condescend to come in person. To kill a child, I shouldn't have distributed the Gu worms to them, I shouldn't..." Flotte whimpered and said intermittently.

"You tried your best, I know, you tried your best, it's not your fault."

"But things could have been better..."

"Things were already terrible when I reported the prophecy to the Dark Lord." Snape's hand to wipe Flott's tears slowed down, and a sense of powerlessness flooded his body again. Cracked, "I thought Dumbledore could protect them, but Dumbledore said that they trusted the wrong people."

Originally, the faint scent of potion on the handkerchief gave Flott some comfort, but Snape's words made Flott's heart ache again, and she asked with a choked voice, "Who did they believe wrong?"

The movement of Snape's hands stopped, and he said angrily: "Siris Black, this bastard betrayed them!"

Sirius Black?Impossible, when she went to the Potters that day, Black was obviously extremely vigilant, how could he be the one who betrayed?Could it be that he pretended so well that she didn't see it?However, she, Flotte, can be regarded as a person who has seen countless people, and her determined eyes don't seem to be deceiving.

Flotte didn't express the doubts in her heart. She knew that it was inappropriate to ask this question in this sensitive period, so she changed the question and asked, "Then what are you going to do next?"

"Lily's son is still alive, and I promised Dumbledore to protect him."

"The Dark Lord is dead, no one will hurt him."

Snape slowly rolled up the sleeve above his wrist, stroked the faded and darkened Death Eater mark on it and said, "He's not dead, he's just weakened, the Death Eater mark on my arm is still there."

"He's not dead?!"

"Yes, he will come back." Snape said seriously, "I will protect Lily's child until the Dark Lord disappears completely, so as to atone for the mistakes I have made."

Flott felt that things in front of her eyes seemed to be able to see a little more clearly. She looked anxiously at Snape. Sure enough, the tired look on Snape's face was clearly visible, but the firm look in his eyes made Flott unable to say anything. Stop words!

"When you recover from illness, go to France and leave here." Snape said, looking at Flott.

Flotte looked back at the ceiling, and said with a wry smile: "My current body is not the same everywhere."

"Your current body has no ability to protect itself. You know this. Stay away. At least I hope you won't be involved in the war again."

Flotte didn't reply quickly, but slowly raised a hand with all her strength, gently took Snape's hand, then looked at him and said, "I'm not stopping you from desperate Redemption, so, Severus, don't object to my decision, okay? As I said, I owe you a big favor, and now the favor has not been repaid, and it has dragged you down to save me again , I owe you more." Flott did not give Snape a chance to refute, and continued, "I swear to you, I will help you do whatever you want, and now you want to atone , well, I will accompany you to redeem your sins."

"Flotte, I don't understand what you are insisting on. You have paid off this favor with me!"

"I said, don't object to my decision. You know what you will face if the Dark Lord returns again! You may not be trusted by any party, and you have to live on the tip of the knife every day! I don't want to let You are alone to accept these things, so you should take me, a useless person, to accompany you, at least I can give you full trust when you are uncomfortable, and accompany you to face all the unknowns, okay?"

Snape opened his mouth to refute something, and even uttered ironic words that made people afraid of alienation, but when he looked into Flott's eyes that were so clear for the first time, the firmness made him unable to say anything.Snape was silent for a long, long time, but in the end, his hand slowly returned to hold Flott...

……

Today, Flotte is standing on the tower of Hogwarts, leaning against the wall on one side, staring blankly at the youthful teenagers who are still in school days still playing and playing in the backyard, and there is something in her mind. Can't help but think back to her teenage years.

"Are you saying your final farewell to Hogwarts? It seems that you were not approved by Dumbledore."

Flotte didn't need to turn her head to know who the sarcastic person behind her was. She heard that it was Snape. She didn't reply, but handed the document to Snape.

Looking at the acceptance stamp on the document, Snape raised his eyebrows, and said silkily: "You are not useless."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"How much did Dumbledore see your condition?"

"It should be obvious from his ability, and I didn't deliberately hide the emptiness of my mana. But I feel that Dumbledore let go of some doubts about me because of my weakness."

"I'm afraid so, after all you're no threat at the moment," Snape concluded, before asking, "Did his eyes use Legilimency on you?"

"No, he shouldn't just spy on other people's thoughts at will."

"hope so."

"Okay, let's not talk about this, anyway, I've already been admitted." Flott looked at Snape and said, "Let's talk about something serious."

"What's the matter?"

Flott took a solemn step towards Snape, then stretched out her hand and said, "Let's get to know each other again, I'm your new colleague, Flotte Luster, who will be working at Hogwarts Ancient Magic Literature next semester. , please give me more advice in the future.”

Snape looked at Flott's pretending serious expression, it was rare that he didn't pour cold water on his face, he just snorted, then shook hands with Flott perfunctorily and said, "Hello new colleague, I'm Severer Snape."

Seeing that Snape actually spoke up, Flott couldn't help laughing: "Severus, I thought you wouldn't talk to me, but I didn't expect you to be naive, haha."

"New colleagues, I don't think we know each other well enough to use each other's Christian names."

"..." Well, she was too early, the person in front of her is more childish than her! ! !

The author has something to say:

I feel that what I wrote in this chapter should be quite sweet.

The interlude of the accident eight years ago is almost finished, and Flotte has officially joined the professor of ancient magic text, and now she will start her life of teaching, plus "falling in love".

Favorite comments will keep me motivated.