HP's Wretched

"Mrs. Franny, be careful on the road." Some neighbors on Privet Drive who usually walked around each other came out to see off Flotte, who had been disguised as Franny's mother-in-law.

"Don't worry, everyone, my son will accompany me to the new house." Flotte has long been familiar with this kind of thing, but the face of the man next to him who is called "son" is already ugly to a certain extent, even if his face is covered He couldn't see his true face after casting a confusion spell, but the neighbors around him were still shocked by his icy aura and dared not say anything more.

Flott was already very grateful that Snape hadn't lost his face in this situation, but who made her not have enough mana to Apparate to the wizarding world? She had elves, but the old one had a few years ago After his death, the little Waiduo also went to France with Orion and the others, and it was only then that Flotte found Snape.It's better for her to cause less trouble now, and get rid of irrelevant people as soon as possible.

"Okay, let's send it here, everyone, go get busy, I'm a bad old lady, it's not worth your time." Flotte said politely, but her eyes turned to Harry's aunt Petunia. Dursley glanced behind him, "Mrs. Dursley, don't you suggest that I have a private word with your nephew Harry?"

Petunia Dursley was a little surprised when she heard Flotte's request, and then she also showed hesitation. She was afraid that Harry would cause any trouble for the old lady again, but since she said so, the usual relationship is so different. Well, if she is blocked by the public, she is afraid that the neighbors in the neighborhood will gossip for a few more days, so she can only nod, and let Harry and Flotte go aside with a little worry.

The neighbors nearby looked at the old lady pulling the child and didn't know what to say. The remaining "son" of the old lady was not a good person to get along with, and since they were all sent off, they all dispersed.

"Grandma Frannie, can you not leave? If you leave, no one will trust me at all." Harry's green eyes revealed all kinds of reluctance.

Flotte stroked Harry's head, and said earnestly: "Harry, a person has to experience many things in this life, many people, you can't live in this little Privet Drive all your life, and I, an old woman It is impossible to stay by your side forever. After I am gone, you have to eat on time, don't stubbornly confront Dudley head-on, don't do dangerous things, and protect yourself. Believe in me, believe in mother-in-law, you will definitely meet in the future to many friends."

"Then mother-in-law, will we have a chance to meet again in the future?"

"Maybe." Flotte lifted Harry's head curtain, touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and said kindly, "Maybe I will guard you in another way."

Harry didn't cry like ordinary children, but looked at Flotte with tears in his eyes.

Flotte took out a small medal from her pocket. The medal was engraved with a golden lion. She gently pinned the medal on Harry's clothes, and said, "Remember to always carry this medal in the future."

"Got it, mother-in-law, I will be obedient and I will protect myself."

Flott nodded in satisfaction, then led Harry back to the Dursleys' house, and handed over her chocolate biscuit recipe to Petunia Dursley, who made Dudley such a chubby ball I like to eat her biscuits.

After Harry entered the house, he ran quickly to the window, where he wanted to wave to Flotte for the last time.But when he ran to the window, there was nothing on the street except the blown leaves...

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"It seems that you have the potential to be a Muggle, and you can even make a fuss at the funeral." Snape resumed his original wizard clothes, and he still did not forget to sarcastically.

After landing, Flotte was already ready to accept Snape's violent bombardment. She did pretend to be her "son" and accept all kinds of onlookers. She should be upset, so she took off her silver-rimmed glasses and recovered In his own appearance, he explained peacefully: "I lived there for seven years. When I was in poor health, my neighbors helped me a lot. It's unreasonable to leave without saying a word."

Snape snorted disdainfully, but didn't say much, but strode towards the gates of Hogwarts.

Flotte hastened to catch up with him, and then continued: "What's more, I don't want to find a chance to put that protection medal on Harry."

"You've lived there for so long, and you didn't even find a chance to give it to him on the last day."

"Of course the meaning of the last farewell gift is different, so that he will cherish it with him, in case the child loses everything." Flotte sighed, "How can I say that I have watched the child for seven years, and it is always a little bit uncomfortable. Abandon."

"You said that day that he would be able to come to Hogwarts in two years, so why not give up. Talking about others has you, but I can't think about it all day long." Snape remembered in a low and silky voice, although his tone was disgusting, But Flote could hear the meaning of comfort.

Flott shrugged, she admitted that Snape was right, she would be able to see the kid again in two years, but guessed with her woman's sixth sense, Harry's popularity in the wizarding world plus his father With the gene of trouble-making ability, Flotte feels that her life in the next few years will definitely be more lively than now... However, it turns out that it is indeed the case...

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Because of her teaching career, it can be described as jumping around.

Flott had always believed that Snape had changed from one out of ten sentences being ironic to nine out of ten sentences now. This high-frequency change must be consistent with the The cubs can't get away with it.But all of this is based on Snape's not-so-good temper, so Flott believed confidently at the beginning that she was so "beautiful and gentle" that she would definitely guide those students to study hard and make progress every day, but Facts have proved that she and Snape had been sorted into the same house for a reason.

In the teacher's common room at Hogwarts (the original book does not have such a place, but for the convenience of the professors discussing gossip later, it was created for fun), Flotte looked at the pile of homework in front of her, and for the first time there was The thought of drinking a whole sedative.Merlin's beard, she felt that if she wanted to get rid of the shackles of fate, she didn't need to plan anything at all, and she would be pissed to death after reading a few more homework!What is it all about?Is that what she said in class?

A classmate who just started ancient magic text in the third grade, she left ten words, some can write three, she understands, after all, the first class, but if you don’t know how to write, it’s empty, you can draw graffiti on it What kind of mentality is it, making characters?Flotte directly drew a "T (the worst level: troll)" on it.

Well, in the senior grades, she thought she could read a high-level paper, but who would have thought that she left a paper on two inches of parchment, well, these children can't wait for a word to occupy half a sheet of paper!But Flote forgave them. After all, they wrote it by themselves, and those who copied it were serialized, and the meaning was wrong. Flote really couldn't stand it anymore. The "T" and the font of the comments have already become proficient.

Snape, who was sitting by the side, was also reading homework, but now he had put down his pen, and for the first time stared at Flott, who was facing a breakdown, with a mischievous expression on his face.

Thinking back a few days ago, on the night of the first semester, the new professor of ancient magic text in front of him said to him without shame: "Believe it or not, I must be a hundred times better than you when I teach here."

Snape didn't reply, just laughed without saying a word, because if he left the sarcastic words to this day, he would get double the satisfaction...

"You finished your homework?" Flott glared angrily at Snape who looked at her like a monkey.

Snape lightly raised his teacup, took a sip gracefully, and then said in an unhurried manner: "You are a hundred times better at teaching than I am, but I am not as fast as you in judging. Too little of a 'T', huh, lady a hundred times."

Well, the title "Ms. Hundred Times" is more interesting than the title "Troubleshooter".thought Snape.

Flotte opened her mouth to refute something, but found that she was powerless to fight back now.

Merlin, why did she come to teach at Hogwarts so desperately?

In the next few years, this question will appear in Flott's mind countless times...

The author has something to say:

A short transitional chapter, the next chapter Harry is about to enter school, and then the story of the Sorcerer's Stone begins.As a heroine who also has the function of a villain, how can he not do bad things? As for the outcome of the bad things, it depends on how Professor Snape will fight wits and courage with the heroine.