HP's Wretched

In the long hallway of Hogwarts, Flott and Snape hurried to the hall to attend the annual sorting ceremony.At this moment, Flott didn't know what came to mind, and asked suddenly: "Severus, you said that if Harry was sorted into Slytherin, would you be happy or unhappy?"

"I'm not interested in fantasizing about things that won't happen at all." Snape replied without thinking, but walked faster, "Arrogance! Stupid! Lazy! The name Potter already shows that solved all problems."

Flott curled her lips, she was just asking questions, tsk tsk tsk, look at the energy of resentment, it seems that it is impossible for Harry not to be targeted by Snape in the next few years of school, she Just stop talking about this topic.

"By the way, what time is it?"

"It was already seven fifty when we came out."

"It's over, it's over, we will miss the sorting ceremony."

"If you continue to waste time on such boring topics, then we will definitely not be able to catch up." After finishing speaking, Snape's pace became faster, regardless of whether Flotte, who was wearing high heels, could keep up.

When the two of them arrived in the auditorium hall, although the first-year students had not been brought in yet, the tables of the teachers were basically full, except for the seat reserved for Professor McGonagall who guided the students into the auditorium. In addition, there are only two seats left, one is on the far side, and the other is in the center but next to Professor Quirrell who smells like garlic.

Flotte had just put on a new wizard robe today, and even sprayed some perfume on it. In order to preserve this perfect image, she had better not show her presence in the garlic-smelling center.So before Snape could recover, he patted him on the shoulder, said "Good luck!", and rushed to the sidemost position.

Snape felt his eyebrows twitch. Now that he was in such a situation, he could only sit there. To be honest, no normal person would like the smell of garlic.But... It's fine to sit there, who told Dumbledore to pay more attention to Quirrell that day.That's right, the day he was left alone after the meeting, Dumbledore not only tested his determination, but also asked him to pay attention to Quirrell, but when Flotte asked that day, He just didn't tell her about it. After all, with Flotte's trouble-making nature, he might make some troubles after knowing about it.

Professor Quirrell saw the expressionless Snape walking towards the seat beside him, and greeted him warmly: "S...Professor Snape, this seat...is reserved for you."

"Thanks." Snape grinned as best he could in a friendly smirk.

"I heard...Professor Snape has been...has been applying, applying for the position of...teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Is such that."

"I have always... thought you... you are excellent, Professor Snape, from now on... if there is anything I don't understand, I hope... I hope I can ask you for advice, let's... let's exchange and learn together Just a moment." Quirrell's stuttering is getting worse, but what's even more ridiculous is that his stuttering doesn't change the fact that he is a chatterbox.

"I'm very honored." Snape still cherished words like gold, concise and to the point.

At this time, the door of the auditorium suddenly opened, and the first-year students led by Professor McGonagall officially entered the journey of studying at Hogwarts.

Snape ignored Professor Quirrell beside him who was still chattering about Defense Against the Dark Arts, but locked his eyes on one of the group of young wizards, the one with the same pair of green eyes as Lily Boy - Harry Potter.

Professor Quirrell next to him didn't know if he sensed Snape's perfunctory, and he also quieted down. He turned around backwards, not knowing what he was trying to do, leaving only the back of his head surrounded by layers of thick turbans. Front.

Snape didn't pay too much attention to Quirrell's strange behavior beside him, but stared at Harry intently, staring at the pair of eyes with green pupils embedded, slowly, the shadow in memory and the child's body The shapes gradually overlap.It wasn't the first time he saw this child, even when Flott was living in the Muggle world to recuperate, he saw it many times, but no matter how many times, he couldn't stop staring at those eyes, Very similar, really similar, very similar to those emerald eyes that appeared in his dreams every night.

Flotte, who was sitting at the corner of the table, could see all of Snape's movements. She knew that Snape was staring into Harry's eyes, as focused as ever.She should be used to this, but today she felt an inexplicable irritability about it, well, it was inexplicable, very inexplicable, and she couldn't feel any reason.But she guessed it might be because Snape just belittled the surname Potter just now, so she stared at the child fascinatedly. What is this, a stupid slap in the face?It must be because of this that I feel irritable, Flotte comforted herself.

Flotte tried her best to control her emotions, and also tried her best not to turn her head towards Snape involuntarily. She urged herself to concentrate on watching the sorting ceremony, but all kinds of Snape staring at Harry always echoed in her mind. She watched the scene with sharp eyes, so that when Draco greeted her, she was stunned for a moment before replying with a smile. It was not until a name was called that she completely recovered.

"Neville Longbottom."

Yes, the child she had seen and held - Neville Longbottom.

The boy with the sorting hat sitting on the chair didn't know that his appearance evoked Flotte's memories, and at the same time, he was brought back full of guilt...

……

Eight years ago, in St. Mungo's Hospital.

"Who lives in this room? Why is it so noisy!" Flotte sat in a wheelchair and passed a ward full of screams and the sound of throwing things from time to time.

"I'm really sorry Ma'am, I shouldn't have pushed you to the psychiatric department, let's go elsewhere." The nurse who took care of Flote regretted pushing Flott to such a noisy and depressing place.

Flotte didn't know why, but she always felt that the shouting voices of a man and a woman inside were very familiar. She must have heard this kind of scolding, this kind of wailing, this kind of... this kind of begging for mercy recently, and there was a feeling in her heart. Intuitively, she always felt that she knew the answer, but she didn't want to or dare not be sure about the answer, so she continued to ask: "Who is inside?"

"The Longbottoms, ma'am."

"Who?!!"

"The Longbottoms!" The nurse didn't know why Flott asked again, and thought she didn't hear clearly, so she raised the volume and said it again.

The Longbottoms?Impossible, didn't they fall into a coma after being poisoned by her?Now it's time to wake up and pick up their son, why... why are they here?

The nurse saw the shock and confusion on Flott's face, so she explained kindly: "They were attacked by Death Eaters just like you, but they entered the hospital two days later than you, so they were more miserable. , It is said that he was tortured like this by the Cruciatus Curse, which is also pitiful."

"By whom? Where?"

"I... I don't know, ma'am, but I heard that their residence seems to have been broken into by members of the Lestrange family."

Flotte's head was buzzing, she didn't fully hear what the nurse said, but only grasped one or two key words, their house was broken into!Intruded!That house was protected by the Loyalty Curse, how... how could it be broken into?Could it be that she lured them in a disguise like her?But it's impossible, they were admitted to the hospital two days later than her, and the coma potion was effective for three days, and they wouldn't wake up unless they were attacked by a violent spell, so the Death Eaters pretended to lure them out. impossible.Could it be that people from the Order of the Phoenix came to their house and discovered their coma?But in general, who would use the method of waking up a comatose person to attack with a violent spell, not to mention that this method is a rare medicine in itself, and this method does not make sense.There is only one possibility left. Their accommodation location was leaked, or they mistrusted others like the Potter family, or the secret keeper died. Apart from these two possibilities, there is no other way to reveal the Fidelity Curse.Does this matter have something to do with her?If she hadn't given them the potion that day, and put them in a coma for so long, would they have survived?

For some reason, Flotte suddenly thought of the night when she summoned Death two years ago.On that night, the god of death wrapped her in black mist and took away her fertility. When she was about to pass out from pain, she heard the god of death whispering in her ear: "As you and I agreed today, Within two years, everyone you hate, everyone you want revenge on, will suffer the cruelest punishment, and none of them will be missing."

Yes, none of them is missing, Dizrael is dead, old Buford is dead, Nakedros is dead, stepmother is also alive and dead in Azkaban, Aurion is unconscious, and she will never die The Dark Lord Voldemort, who was impossible to defeat, was also disappeared due to the rebound of the protective spell she cast on Harry because of her whim, and even the Longbottom couple, who she softened her heart and wanted to let go of her hatred for a little punishment, also became Now they are tortured to the point of madness by black magic, but she is also one of the reasons that caused them to become like this.

All the struggles she made were really meaningless, and everything was still running according to the established track of fate.

Flotte rolled the wheel of the wheelchair twice with her hands, and wanted to go into the room to see the couple, but she was stopped by the nurse.

"Ma'am, you can't enter the ward casually, I'd better take you to look elsewhere."

"No, I want to see them."

"Madam, no, no..." Before the little nurse could finish her persuasion, she was interrupted by a gloomy and slightly angry voice.

"Flott, what are you doing here if you're not lying in the house?" It was Snape who came to visit Flott who spoke.

Snape's reprimand made Flott calm down all of a sudden, she turned her head to look at Snape a little stiffly, squeezed out a smile with an instinctive reaction, and said: "It's nothing, I'm just curious about what's inside, I want to go in and have a look."

Flott didn't forget the method she used to get close to the Longbottoms. She used Lily's appearance, so no matter what, she still didn't want to tell Snape that she used Lily to get revenge, so as not to hurt her, Unnecessary trouble for Snape, so, Severus, don't blame me for not telling you.

The young nurse with good professionalism saw that Flotte was not telling the truth, so she understood that she should not talk too much now, so she changed the subject and said, "Madam, let's go back to the ward, it's time to drink the medicine."

Flotte nodded obediently, and let the little nurse push her away from the ward full of screams and wailing, but the sound, the depressing corridor, and the person who had stayed in her arms The little boy never left Flotte's mind...

……

The night at Hogwarts can give people a cold feeling no matter in spring, summer, autumn or winter. It may be because it is located in the vast suburbs, or it may be caused by the miscellaneous ghosts in the school. Anyway, whenever the cool wind passes over the skin, it is still It can give people goosebumps.

Flotte still didn't feel very good tonight, the painful wailing in the ward that day was always echoing in her head, it wasn't like she hadn't heard the sound when she killed someone, and when she watched Bella torture the prisoner. It's not that I haven't seen crazy ones, but this time it's very different, because there are many things mixed in, she feels guilty and regretful that the little Longbottom boy will never be able to wait for his parents, and she fights Fate felt unwilling and powerless because of her futility, and she felt ridiculed and hated for the tragic ending brought about by her soft-heartedness only these two times.In short, Flotte has been feeling bad since the dinner party, and she is feeling bad.

Flotte slowly climbed up to the top of the West Tower. She grew old in this place, because here she can see the best scenery in Hogwarts and breathe the freshest air. The burden can still be put down a little bit.Today, however, is different, because the place has long been occupied by another person.

The person occupying this place seemed to have heard someone coming, so he hurriedly put down the sleeves he had just rolled up, and looked at the person with a little dissatisfaction and resistance, but after finding out that the person who came was Flotte, he seemed to let go of his defense a bit. points, and then said disgustedly: "You are really everywhere, Flotte."

"Why don't you say that we are destined, Severus?"

"Then this fate is not worth it." After finishing speaking, Snape turned his head and continued to look at the scenery outside.

Flott rolled her eyes at the back of Snape's head, and said, "You disappeared as soon as the banquet was over, I thought you went back, why, don't you rush to do your experimental research?"

"Come out to breathe, how about you?"

"Same."

After saying this, the two became quiet, as if it was true what they said, and they came here just to breathe.

"Potter is still sorted into Gryffindor," Snape said suddenly.

"Don't tell me you're regretting that he didn't get into Slytherin." Flotte joked.

Snape looked at Flotte slightly dissatisfied, he knew she was joking, but he just didn't like any jokes.

"Some people seem to belong to a certain group by nature." Snape added silently in his mind, just as Lily was naturally suited to the brave Gryffindor.

"Yes, you and I are born to belong to Slytherin." Flutter agreed.

"It's not natural. The Sorting Hat considered letting me into Ravenclaw back then."

"Ravenclaw?" Flott felt that she had heard a joke, "You don't fit there, even if you do read a lot."

"Yes, so I ended up in Slytherin. Sometimes I always feel that the sorting hat is very magical, and it can see through all the characteristics of a person."

"Not all traits," Flotte denied, "People are so complicated, how can they be seen through with a broken hat."

"Right."

Flott suddenly turned to look at Snape, and said, "What's wrong with you today?"

"It's nothing."

"Don't lie to me, you have a problem, the more inexplicable and peaceful you say, the more uneasy you will be in your heart." Flotte said affirmatively, "Chat with me peacefully here, and agree with me If you don’t argue about your point of view, it’s just so strange.”

"Flot, your brain is simply a weird labyrinth. The channels that should be opened are all blocked, and the channels that are not useful are simply well-connected."

"Thank you for the compliment." Flotte said with a smile, "I admit it's weird, but when you satirized me, I felt a lot more comfortable."

"The strange person should be you."

"So why on earth are you upset?"

Snape didn't answer Flott's words, but looked at the scenery outside.

But it was obvious that Flott was unwilling to let it go, so she continued to mutter: "It must be related to Harry Potter."

"Yes, it has something to do with that kid." Snape's obsidian-like eyes gradually became darker, "From the first step that kid stepped into the hall, I felt it, felt my Death Eater The traitor mark has deepened, and I am a little scared, afraid that I will not be able to control everything, worried that I will not be able to protect the child well."

Flotte said with a comforting smile: "Are you just starting to be afraid? If I were you, I would have been so scared to death. After all, what we are facing is the unknown."

"Yes, it's the unknown. The unknown is the scariest thing, because you never know what will happen in the next second."

"But compared to facing it alone, it is not so scary if someone is with you to face it."

Snape turned to look at Flott, raised his eyebrows and said, "Accompanying? Are you?"

"Besides me, is there anyone else around you who can act as a bosom sister?"

"Best sister..." Snape muttered the word with a little disgust, and only Flott could say such a disgusting word, "You do have the ability to drive normal people crazy."

"Thank you for the compliment." Flotte answered shamelessly.

Snape was too lazy to complain about Flott's shameless attributes.

"Severus, are Harry's eyes really similar to those of Mrs. Potter's?" Of course Flott had seen these two people, and admitted that they were a bit similar, but for some reason, she just asked this question suddenly .

Snape didn't expect that Flott would ask this question suddenly, he was a little surprised, but he still replied cautiously: "It's kind of like."

"Because they're all green?"

"Yes, it's all green, I'm sure you're not colorblind, are you?"

Flotte narrowed her eyes slightly, and said what she always wanted to say: "My eyes are green too."

Snape squinted at Flott. He didn't know where Flott's escaped thoughts went, so he continued, "So?"

"So who has better eyes, me or Mrs. Potter?"

"Oh." Snape sneered, then put on a mocking face, and was interrupted by Flotte just as he was about to speak.

"One of the two is standing in front of you, so answer carefully." Flotte forgot to look down the tower, "This tower is quite tall."

Snape's sarcasm froze in his mouth, and he decided to save Flotte some face, after all, he had known each other for so long.

Seeing Snape choke back the words, Flott couldn't help but chuckle, and then said, "Just kidding, I don't bother to compare with her." , Lily's pair of bright and pure eyes can't be compared.

Snape was totally too lazy to talk to Flott, and looked outside quietly, the depression in his heart had dissipated quite a bit after what happened just now.Koflotte didn't...

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