HP's Wretched

Two years have passed, Flotte has long since turned from a rookie teacher into an old fox, and knows how to use methods to improve her favor among her classmates. Although the methods are quite shameless, whoever let someone provoke her again ...

"Professor Luster, did the leak of other subjects' exam questions from your paper make you very happy?" Snape frowned, staring displeasedly at Flott next to him. Said word by word.

"If I leaked the test questions of other subjects, I would feel guilty, but leaking your test questions, um, is very pleasant." Flotte replied softly, "It's better than being blown up by you." Using the crucible incident as a negative teaching material to educate students makes me even more happy!"

Flott and Snape followed the teachers who went to the principal's office together and of course saw the two of them coming and going, but they said they were used to it.

"Minerva (Professor McGonagall), what's the matter with them?" Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw, approached Professor McGonagall and whispered.

"Severus told the students about Flott's crucible explosion in school every day as a negative case, and then Flott, in order to retaliate, revealed Snape's final experiment questions as translation questions in the final exam paper go out."

After hearing the whole story, Flitwick covered his mouth with an unkind smile and said, "This is a good show."

"A counterexample that can make my students remember the lesson, why should I not show it, Professor Luster?"

"Why can't I put that translation question that can incorporate Potions knowledge on the test paper, Professor Snape?"

"It's really a well-matched opponent." Dean Sprout of Hufflepuff also joined the discussion group of the melon eaters.

"You are so afraid of being ridiculed by the students, you should have used your brain to study Potions in the first place, and don't blow up that poor cauldron!"

"Ha, do the students know that the Slytherin head they fear the most has sold medicine on the black market before? It's still a high-level drug!"

"Then do they know that you once threw wall skin into the cauldron? Dear ancient rune professor?"

"I said, I didn't throw it in! It fell in by itself!"

"Yes, you fell into it when you blew up the women's bathroom!"

"Ha! If you didn't go into the women's room, how could you know such details! Go to the bottom, don't you? Severus Snape!"

"Anyway, there are more shameful things about you than there are stars on the murals of the observatory. I don't mind counting them together today."

"You're no better, Snape! You stole the Forbidden Forest to gather medicinal herbs!"

"You went to Knockturn Alley to buy the Dark Magic Book!"

"You have read the black magic book! You even created the black magic spell yourself!"

"Flotte Luster, have you forgotten, but you still begged me to teach you those spells!"

"You have been to the □□ area!"

"It's as if you haven't been there before. Who begged me to let me lead the way, or they would be so stupid that they couldn't get out?"

"..."

"..."

"Ah, praise Merlin, what a beautiful day." Dean Sprout sighed.

Professor Flitwick nodded, and answered in agreement: "The scandals are so thorough, I always thought that Flott was a good girl, it seems that their children did not take advantage of our loopholes back then. "

"I've never seen Severus and Flott so childish," Professor McGonagall commented.

"I haven't seen it either. Do you think we should pull them apart?" Professor Sprout suggested.

Professor McGonagall shook his head, with a rare smile on his face, and said, "It's not necessary at all, I think they are enjoying it."

So, bickering bickering, eating melons eating melons, until reaching the principal's office...

……

When everyone walked up the stairs behind the water drop beast, a strong smell of garlic got into everyone's noses.

Professor Flitwick, who was the shortest, said first, "Albus, did you eat garlic instead of dessert?"

"Merlin's beard, the smell makes me never want to eat garlic bread again." I don't know which professor squeezed in this sentence.

However, before waiting for Dumbledore's voice, a stammering voice answered first: "Yes... yes... sorry, the garlic smell is on me."

"Professor Quirrell, you are back!" Flitwick greeted Quirrell enthusiastically, "How is your practice? Ah, your outfit is really strange."

"The face is not very good." Professor Sprout added.

Quirrell seemed extremely nervous, even a little nervous, he still stammered and said: "No... not very good, food and lodging... are not very good, I also met... vampires and... And witches, very difficult to deal with."

"Poor boy," said gentle Professor Sprout.

"Okay, I believe everyone has greeted each other." Dumbledore came down the stairs slowly, "Everyone find a place to sit, it's really embarrassing to call everyone to the school so early."

Usually, when Dumbledore held a meeting for everyone, he would place the chairs in advance, but today he might have forgotten, so everyone except Flotte pulled out their wands to conjure chairs that suit their wishes.

Flotte, who was weak in mana, was very embarrassed at this moment, she could only lower her face, and moved to Snape who had just finished arguing with her in small steps, speaking very fast, but said in a very low voice: "Yes, please!" , change it for me."

"Didn't Professor Luster's quarrel just now be very loud?" Snape specially conjured up a chair in front of Flott and sat down, looking at Flott with raised eyebrows mockingly.

Of course Flott could hear the other party's complacency, but fortunately she had a very strong advantage—shameless and flexible, so she leaned close to Snape's ear and said in an extremely soft and crooked tone: "Sir Fleurs, I was wrong, I shouldn't have quarreled with the great potions master, so please forgive me, you are the most magnanimous!"

Alas, Snape is a good person, but he is too shameless. When meeting someone as shameless as Flotte, of course he was disgusted enough to get goosebumps all over his body.Snape felt that his goosebumps were gone all his life, he squinted at Flott in disgust, and changed the chair for her as quickly as possible.

Flotte sat down on the chair happily, and sighed in her heart, if she didn't even feel disgusted to death Snape, then she and Snape had known each other for 20 years in vain.

Seeing that everyone was already seated, Dumbledore also sat down on his headmaster's chair and began to announce things: "Let me say the first thing first, Professor Quirrell will be in charge of Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester."

Everyone had no objection except Snape's face darkened imperceptibly.

"The second thing, everyone knows, this year..."

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Hagrid who had just opened the door: "Sorry, professors, I'm late, did I miss anything?"

"It's okay Hagrid, you haven't missed anything." Dumbledore smiled kindly.

"Oh, that's right." Hagrid walked around all the professors awkwardly with big strides, walked towards Dumbledore, and then took out an object wrapped in cloth from his pocket, "I'll take this thing back, it's okay Go in time, or it will be stolen by the man who broke into Gringotts."

Breaking into Gringotts?Flutter caught the key word, she knew about it, the Daily Prophet reported it, but the thief ventured in just to steal this small package?What exactly is in here?

"You did a good job Hagrid." Dumbledore praised, "Okay, find a place to sit."

Professor McGonagall has thoughtfully changed an oversized chair for Hagrid, which is just right for Hagrid to sit in.

"Continuing the topic just now, Harry Potter is coming soon, we need to increase protection to prevent the remaining forces of darkness from harming him."

Flott could clearly feel that Snape's body trembled involuntarily when he heard the name Harry Potter, so he turned his head to look at him worriedly.

"The third thing is the most important thing. Everyone has seen that Hagrid helped me retrieve this almost stolen item, so the third thing is that I need all the professors to help me protect it."

"Principal Dumbledore, forgive me for asking, what is this?" Mrs. Hodge has always been straightforward, asking the question that everyone has always wanted to ask.

"Good question. Let me explain. This is the Philosopher's Stone. It was my old friend Nicole Meto who asked me to keep it."

Magic stone!When Flotte heard these three words, she felt that her soul was about to fly out of her body in shock. This legendary treasure was actually right in front of her!This thing can turn stones into gold, and can live forever. According to legend, it can even mend a person's soul. If... If she can design a magic circle and use the magic stone as a power drive, will it be able to mend and purify her? Will the son's soul be able to free Tiger's soul from the shackles of the stone doll as soon as possible!If the Philosopher's Stone stayed at Hogwarts, wouldn't she be able to find a way to try it?

"Principal, I think this thing will bring unknown dangers to the school. It is not suitable for protection in the school." Snape directly objected.

Flotte rolled her eyes at Snape in displeasure.

Dumbledore seemed to have guessed that someone would object, and said gently: "I know, Severus, I know it's risky, but I can't refuse my friend's request, let alone watch such an important thing fall into disrepair." In the hands of people with evil intentions, besides, I have great confidence in the abilities of everyone sitting here."

"Albus, how do you want us to protect this thing?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"I need everyone to teach everyone, or cooperate to create a checkpoint to prevent outsiders from entering to protect it." Dumbledore said.

"Protect with checkpoints? Why don't you just seal them up with magic, this will also prevent students from getting injured by entering the protection checkpoints by mistake." Flotte directly asked the question in her heart.

Dumbledore explained: "It is true that sealing it with a protection spell is the fastest and most convenient solution, but we are not sure who is trying to steal him, what is the level of magic, and whether he can break this protection. Curse, we don’t know these issues, so designing the level will make it more difficult to steal, and in this way, once someone enters, we will have time to catch the thief.”

Co-authoring is a catch in the urn again. Flotte feels that the possibility of getting it in her hand is unlikely, but she can't ask Dumbledore to borrow it. Let's not talk about the two years of contact. Dumbledore treated her dirty. As far as Dirty knew in the past, Dumbledore's trust in her was pitiful. After all, it was well known that she had business dealings with some people suspected of being Death Eaters, and it was inevitable that Dumbledore would not believe her.But the magic stone is a god-level alchemy product. If she misses this time, she may never encounter it in her life. Although Gumantong's resentment has dissipated half of it now, it will take 12 years for this half. She has suffered for 12 more years, so no matter what, she has to give it a try, and if she is found out, she will have a showdown...

……

After the meeting ended for a while, Flotte stood beside the blob beast and did not leave like the others. She was thinking about the Philosopher's Stone while waiting for Snape who was left alone after the meeting ended.

At this moment, the blob beast jumped to the side, and Snape, who came out of it, saw the stupefied Flott at a glance. He crossed his arms and walked softly to Flott's side, saying in a melodious tone: "Flott, Do you have another habit of being a door god?"

Obviously, Flotte, who was stupefied, was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the voice, and quickly turned to look at Snape, and said dissatisfiedly, "I'm scared to death, I won't wait for you."

Hearing these words, Snape remembered that he and Flott had made an appointment with Lucius Malfoy a long time ago to talk about something.As for what it was, he came to see them before school started, probably because it had something to do with his precious son's enrollment.

"What did that Dumbledore tell you when he left you?" Flotte asked suddenly, interrupting Snape's thoughts.

"It's nothing, the kid from the Potter family is about to enter school, and he just wants to reassure my loyalty."

Flote nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay, let's go, it's getting late, we have to hurry to Malfoy Manor." Snape turned around and was about to leave, but Flotte stopped him.

"Severus, wait!"

Snape turned to Flott to see what she had to say.

Flotte was a little hesitant. She didn't know whether she should tell Snape what she thought about the Sorcerer's Stone. This matter was very important to her. After all, if this matter was successful, the most worrying problem in her heart would be solved. .Flott wants to get Snape's help, but she also understands Snape, his life has just entered the normal state, and now he has to face the task of protecting Harry's safety at school, and if he knows what she thinks, Snape The first thing Snape should do is stop it, and now that Dumbledore has gained some trust in Snape, she should stop causing trouble for him.So Flotte changed her words: "Have you thought about how to design the level that Dumbledore said?"

"It's not too urgent, let's talk about it later." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and walked away.

Flotte caressed the stone doll hanging around her neck, no matter what, she should give it a try, at least this is a hope...

……

As soon as Flott and Snape arrived at Malfoy Manor, they were ushered into the living room by the elf who had already been waiting at the door.

"Godmother!" When Draco saw Flotte who was the first to enter the living room, he rushed over passionately and threw himself into Flotte's arms.

Flott also picked up Draco, jokingly muttering, "Xiaolong, you're getting heavy again, and the godmother can't hold you anymore."

"That's not it, I've grown up!"

"Yes, Xiaolong has become a big man."

At this time, Draco broke free from Flotte's arms immediately after seeing Snape who was walking behind into the living room, and then greeted Snape in a very dignified way: "Mr. Snape, afternoon good."

When Flotte looked at the godson who broke free from her arms and spoke in exactly the same tone as his father, she couldn't help but feel regretful in her heart. A son is a son, and it is impossible not to be like his father.

"Well, good afternoon, where's your father?" Snape also asked seriously.

"My father is waiting for you and godmother in the study, I'll take you there." After speaking, Draco led them to the study deep in the house like a little adult.

Flott complained to Snape a little in her heart, with a sullen face every day, scared the little dragon so much that she dared not get close to her!

"Father, here comes Professor Snape and Godmother."

"Well, Xiaolong, you can go back to the house and read, I have something to tell them."

"Okay, father." Draco forgot to look at Flotte with some reluctance, but still obeyed his father's words and left the study door.

"Please sit down, both of you."

Snape and Flott sat side by side on the sofa, and then the elf magically placed tea and snacks on the coffee table.

"Hey, why didn't you see Narcissa?" Flotte couldn't help asking, seeing that Lucius was the only one receiving them in the study.

"She went to have afternoon tea with golfers."

"Lucius, what do you want us to do?" Snape asked straight to the point.

"It's nothing, it's just that Xiaolong is about to enter school, I would like to ask the two of you to take care of him more at school."

"Xiaolong is my godson. Even if you don't tell me, I will definitely not let him be bullied. Besides, no one dares to bully the children of the Malfoy family." Flotte said

Lucius stroked the ring on his hand, of course he knew what Flotte said, but this year is a special case after all: "Of course, no one dares to go against the Malfoy family openly, but what I want to say is , I hope you can get Draco to stay away from that Harry Potter."

Naturally, Snape would not be surprised by what Lucius said. He knew that Malfoy was still afraid of the accident that year. After all, the Dark Lord's defeat was so sudden that the Malfoy family was almost caught by the Ministry of Magic. Taking advantage of the opportunity to carve up, fortunately, Lucius's business has been big enough, the funds are strong enough, and his relationship network is strong enough to survive the catastrophe. Si, after all, among the three of them, Flotte was the most innocent, and a widow who lost her husband and son was attacked by Death Eaters. It is impossible for anyone to be cruel to target such a "poor" woman.

Of course, no one would believe that Flotte didn't take the opportunity to take advantage of the Malfoy's family, but usually when there is a fight for return, there is one person who is in trouble, and the help should be helped, after all, they are all grasshoppers tied to a rope , if this one is dragged out, there is no guarantee that the other one will not be dragged out for something.

"Don't worry, we'll try our best to keep an eye on Draco and won't let him get involved in any danger," Snape assured.

However, behind Lucius Malfoy's pretended nod of reassurance, he was actually planning something else...