HP's Wretched

Since the establishment of Hogwarts a hundred years ago, Slytherin and Gryffindor have been at odds with each other. Anyone who has attended Hogwarts knows this, so when Flott saw When Harry and Draco followed in the footsteps of their parents and stepped into Gryffindor and Slytherin respectively, she was relieved a lot. At least Lucius Malfoy's worries were probably unfounded. Let alone whether the students can get together, it is impossible to meet each other without finding fault with each other.Today is a good testament to this...

"Potter, you're just a false saint." These were Draco's first words after seeing Flotte say hello.

Flotte sideways let Draco into her office, and asked suspiciously: "It's only the first day of school, and you all took a Potions class together, what happened?"

"Before the sorting ceremony, godmother." Draco followed Flott's guidance and sat on the sofa in the ancient rune office, with a slightly frustrated expression on his face, "I extended my hand to invite Potter to be my friend , but he would rather be friends with the poor Weasleys, a poor family of nine in a small house, than accept my invitation."

"The poor Weasley family? Your father taught you to say that." When Flott was discussing business with Lucius Malfoy, she had indeed heard Lucius scold the Weasley family countless times. It is normal for dark wizards who advocate the cleansing of Muggle blood to have conflicts with Mr. Weasley who wrote the "Muggle Protection Act", but it is not always good to teach children the grievances of adults.

"Dad taught it, but Dad didn't say anything wrong. That Ron Weasley is just wearing old robes. What a lowly wizard."

"Xiaolong, you can't always use money to measure people's status and importance. If one day I have no money, don't you want to despise me?"

"It's different, godmother is godmother, how could it be the same as the Weasley family."

Flotte handed the plate full of biscuits to Draco, and continued to enlighten: "Why are they different? They are all human beings and wizards. If I had no money, power, or family at that time, I would definitely not be a She's the godmother of the young master of the Malfoy family. So don't keep using money to measure a person, you know?" Flotte said while pinching Draco's little nose punitively.

"But……"

"No, but, I think you will understand when you grow up. But now you have to remember that Slytherin students will never underestimate anyone with conceit, only when you succeed and stand at the top, You are qualified to look down on others, understand?"

"Understood, godmother, I'll try not to make fun of Weasley."

"Oh, that's right." Flotte suddenly remembered something, and said, "Try to keep your contact with Harry Potter as little as possible, especially...you put down the idea of ​​being friends with him." In fact, Flotte wanted to say that you should not Go find fault with him, but a child, you may not listen to what you say. She has taught for two years, and she has seen too many Gryffindor and Slytherin students. There is a tradition of finding trouble with each other, so saying this is the same as not saying anything.

Draco straightened his back, with a look of disdain and resentment on his face, and said: "He even rejected my invitation, this matter will not happen again."

Flotte touched Draco's head, with a relieved and relieved expression on the surface, but there was no shortage of worries in her heart. After all, children's friendship is really uncertain, and it may be possible to find faults and find revolutionary friendship one day. Maybe.But no one can tell what Harry will face in the future, it is better for her to be optimistic about her godson in advance.

"Godmother, this is what my mother asked me to bring to you. She said it was what you asked her for." After speaking, Draco took out a cube-shaped silver metal block from his pocket and handed it to Flotte.

Flotte took the metal block, looked it up against the light, and said with a raised mouth: "When you write a letter to your family some other day, remember to thank your mother for me."

Draco nodded obediently, but still asked curiously: "Godmother, what is this?"

"In the future, don't ask other people such questions casually. You should learn to find answers in books by yourself, understand?"

"understood."

As for what Flote is holding in her hand, it has a complicated name and an easy-to-understand name.In a complicated way, it is called "aluminumamalgam", in a simple way, people call it a "master key".

Just as Flotte was playing with this thing with great interest, the portrait of the guard in the ancient rune office, Duke William I of Normandy, said to Flott in the room: "Professor Luster, Professor Snape outside has something to see you."

When Flott heard Snape coming, she hurriedly put the penis into her pocket and said, "Let him in."

After receiving the order, William I opened the door.

"Professor Snape, good afternoon." Draco stood up from the sofa and greeted Snape respectfully.

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at Draco who appeared in front of him from behind the door, and said, "Draco, you should be taking a lunch break in the Slytherin common room, not here."

"Professor Snape, I..."

"I asked him to come here." Flotte rushed to speak, "I asked him to do some work for me."

"Work? It seems that what you need are students in confinement, not random students who want to take a break at noon." Snape's voice was slightly higher than a whisper, but it was full of condemnation.

"Our great Head Slytherin is right. It's my fault. I shouldn't have done this." Flott said softly, then turned to look at Draco, her tone changed, imitating Sneaker In a tone of voice, he said sternly, "Mr. Draco Malfoy, hurry back to your lounge! Are you trying to win a confinement for yourself?"

"No, Professor Luster, I'll go back to the lounge right away." Draco sensed the intent in Flott's eyes, walked towards the door quickly, and said goodbye to Snape, "Professor Snape ,goodbye."

After watching Draco's figure walk away, Flott leaned gracefully to the side, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and said to Snape with a playful smile: "How about it, let me imitate you. "

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't reply.

"For Merlin's sake, can you stop being so dark all the time, be happier, be happier, and give me a smile."

Snape easily cast a disgusted look at Flott, then went into the office and put down the suitcase he was carrying on the table.

Seeing that Snape didn't want to talk to herself, Flott didn't care either, as if she was talking to herself: "Well, I shouldn't embarrass someone like you who can only mock and smile."

Flott got up from the sofa and walked towards Snape a little lazily. When she saw that the familiar suitcase contained all kinds of bottles and cans, Flott felt her whole tongue cramp. , So he complained: "It's medicine again."

"It's not medicine, it's sugar water." Snape turned his head to look at Flott and said seriously.

When Flotte heard this, she wanted to ask: Really?But before she could open her mouth, she suddenly realized that the person in front of her was probably waiting for her words and then satirized her.

Snape saw that Flotte had no intention of answering the conversation, and pretended to be relieved and said, "I'm really glad that you are not stupid enough to think that sugar water can save your life."

Flote curled her lips, see, even if she doesn't say anything, she will be ridiculed.

"Now let me tell you what medicine you should drink this month. I did it according to your situation..."

Before Snape could finish speaking, accompanied by a sharp meow, a big orange fluffy ball flew across the desk and knocked over a stack of books.

"What's that?" Snape said in disgust. "A pig with orange hair?"

"Cat, that's an orange cat, it just ate a little too much recently!"

"What do you keep it for?"

"I've had a rat problem in my office lately, so I asked Hagrid to fix a cat for me, and it's pretty darn good."

Snape stared at the orange cat that was still searching for mice on the ground with some repulsion, and suddenly recalled in his mind the year when Flott was hospitalized. , she was determined to change the ward.Then the expression seemed to grasp some interesting facts, and he said with a rare smile: "Are you afraid of mice?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I hate them! They are dirty and running around, that's what I hate." Flotte quickly vetoed, yes, it's just annoying, not afraid, but she is not afraid of anything.

Of course, Snape knew that Flott was not telling the truth because of her good face, but he still decided to save face for Flott, so he changed the subject and said with disgust: "You alone are enough to be lively, and now there are more than one." Cat, I really think my office is not messy enough."

Flott was slightly relieved to see that Snape didn't listen to the matter of not grabbing the mouse.Well, she has a psychological shadow on the mouse. After all, whoever crushed such a soft and furry thing with bare hands in a closed and dark environment when they were young will have a psychological shadow.

Flott ignored Snape's remarks that her office was messy, but bent over to sort out the books that had been knocked down by the cat. Her office was not messy, but there were too many books, otherwise her office wouldn't be called It is the small library of Hogwarts.

Snape saw that Flotte was struggling to organize with his hands, so he kindly took out his wand, cleaned it up and stacked the books on the desk again.

"Thank you."

"What kind of books are these, why don't you put them back on the shelf?"

Flotte glanced at the stack of books without any trace, and her right eye couldn't help but jump. It's over, these books are all the materials she used to study the Philosopher's Stone.Flutter was flustered in her heart, but she said calmly on the surface: "It's nothing, just watch and play, you also know that I like to study weird things."

Snape didn't know what happened to him today, but he was curious to see what kind of books were in this stack, so he went to the stack of books and looked through what was there.There are "Alchemy Products in History", "Into the Alchemist", "Can Alchemy Really Make You Immortal?" ", "The Biography of Nicolas"...

alchemy?Every book is actually related to alchemy. Since when did she like to study alchemy?Snape couldn't help muttering inwardly.

Flott had a bad premonition in her heart, but she couldn't stop Snape from looking through it. After all, Snape had been a teacher for so long, and anyone with a guilty conscience would be able to tell at a glance. She couldn't have no money here. two.

Snape randomly pulled out a book and opened it. Interestingly, except for the deeds of the master alchemy master Nicolas, which were marked with reading notes, none of the other master alchemists had any content marked.Snape opened another one, too.Another one, same thing...

With the opening of a book, Flotte's fluke psychology has completely disappeared, and the little girl in her heart is afraid that she will be discovered... Dead cat!Throw you back to Hagrid tomorrow!There will be no more dried fish to eat.

"Flott, why do you read these alchemy books? And you read every one of them very seriously at Nicolas's place." Snape finally spoke.

"It's just that I suddenly became interested in him recently."

"I think you are interested in the Philosopher's Stone." Snape said directly.Snape knew Flott well. She was interested in strange things, and she also liked to collect some exotic alchemy items, but these things were not black magic and ancient runes, so Flott would not spend so much It's time to study it, after all, what she believes in is that she can buy it, why should she study it by herself?What's more, it's all about Nicolas' knowledge, and it's just a coincidence that Hogwarts happens to keep one of Nicolas's most world-famous alchemy products.

"Yes, what really interests me is the Sorcerer's Stone." Flotte admitted directly, jokingly, it must be too late for her to deny it now, so it's better to admit it openly, "You know, I have never had much resistance to good things So if you are interested, do some research and find out.” It is true that you are interested, but of course it is not true if you just want to know about it.

"You don't have the idea of ​​the Philosopher's Stone, do you?" Snape asked with narrowed eyes.

"That's what you said, I didn't say that." Flott pretended to be innocent and looked at Snape, "Besides, this thing is guarded by Dumbledore, how dare I make any wrong ideas Ah, if you don't believe me, you have to believe in Dumbledore's strength."

Snape frowned. What Flott said was indeed reasonable, but no matter what, he felt that Flott's reading these books would not be for these pure purposes, but he would not find anything if he continued to ask, Flott With Lott's mouth, half of the ten sentences can be true.

Snape put down the book and didn't continue this topic, anyway, he just wanted to pay more attention to Flott in the future.Snape continued to take out the potion from his handbag, and told Flott how she should take it this month...

……

After sending Snape away, Flotte was completely relieved. However, she also knew that it was absolutely impossible for someone who was so wary of Snape to fully trust her. It seemed that her next move should be a little smaller.

Flotte specially dug out a book from that pile of books, thanking the book for being thick enough, and also thanking Snape for not flipping back any more. If Snape flipped through a few more pages, he would definitely be able to see this Two additional sheets of paper inside the book.

Flotte took out the two sheets of paper from the book, one of which was her design of using the power of the Philosopher's Stone to purify Gumantong's magic circle, but it was a pity that she only drew the general outline without any details, after all, she is really not good at designing The magic circle, and this other one, this is the rough design of the protection of the Philosopher's Stone level that she has asked the professors for nearly a month.If Snape saw one of these two sheets of paper, her plan of trying to "borrow" the Philosopher's Stone would come to naught.

Flott took out a pen and put a checkmark next to the third level - a level that Mrs. Hodge and Professor Flitwick jointly completed, which required riding a broom to catch the key, and marked it: □□ .

Now look, Professor Sprout's devil vine can be passed by relaxing her body, Snape's poison level, and the riddle of the level is made by her. This is a level that she and Snape worked together, so it is not difficult. Professor Ge set up the huge wizard chess set with transfiguration, just blow it up with dynamite directly and violently, simple and rude.The only things that have not been solved now are: Hagrid's three-headed giant dog, Quirrell's giant monster, and the last level that she knew nothing about, and the siren that Dumbledore sent to every professor, as long as someone breaks in Enter, after a certain period of time or reaching a certain level, each professor's siren will go off, so she has to go in without anyone noticing, let alone come out unnoticed, which is even more important.But no matter what, she has to give it a try!

Flotte looked at the Gumanthong who was enshrined by the incense burner in the corner. It was the anniversary of her son's death some time ago. It has been 12 years. She can't wait another 12 years, can't wait any longer... She wants to seize every opportunity, every chance.

And this first good opportunity appeared on the eve of Halloween two months later...

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On the eve of Halloween, all the teachers and students enjoyed delicious pumpkin pie and delicious pumpkin juice under the jack-o-lantern, but at this time, the appearance of Quirrell broke everything.

Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the dining room, his big scarf was tilted on his head, and his face was full of horror.All eyes were on him as he walked to the center of the hall and gasped, "The troll is out, in the basement!" Then he fell on the floor and passed out.

The students in the restaurant suddenly became chaotic, and even some first-year freshmen screamed and almost passed out. However, in this chaotic scene, Flotte, who put down the knife and fork, was unusually sober and calm. It's an opportunity!

The fact that giant monsters that are difficult to deal with can run out will inevitably cause a lot of panic. The students are rushing to leave, and the teachers have to protect the safety of the children and subdue the monsters. Isn't this a good opportunity to lure them away? As for why the troll was released and whether it was done by someone with a heart, this does not conflict with Flotte's actions. Good opportunity.Although she may not be able to succeed this time, but she can take a look at the saddest three-headed dog, learn about its habits and attack patterns, and come out to think about countermeasures, which is not considered empty-handed!

Flotte made up her mind, seeing that the people around seemed to be comforting the students to calm down, no one would notice her, so she quickly left the seat through the side door of the hall...

In fact, Snape didn't notice that Flott was no longer in the hall at first, but when he called Flott's name on the table to ask her to help escort the Slytherin students back to the cellar, no one answered him , Snape thought badly, and quickly looked for Flotte on the classroom mat. Sure enough, there was nowhere to see her!

Snape also didn't care about the Slytherin students, he just gave a hasty instruction to the Slytherin seniors, and then quickly walked out through the side door, and then went straight to the entrance where the Sorcerer's Stone was hidden on the third floor, but when he used When Magic opened the corridor door connecting the entrance, the corridor was empty, and there was no one there...

Could it be that he blamed Flote by mistake?He cares too much?How could there be no one?Is Flote running too fast?But it's impossible to pass through such a corridor so quickly. She doesn't have magic and can't be invisible now. Could it be that he really suspected the wrong person?

However, behind the door that Snape opened, it was Flott who was hiding. She was holding her breath and dared not move, but she couldn't stop cursing in her heart: "Dead bats, you can't even see people are still here." Watch it, don't leave quickly, she can't hold it anymore! ! ! ! !

The author has something to say:

I was so embarrassed last night, I fell asleep while writing, and I didn't type much, so I made up today.

The "aluminumamalgam" in this chapter is a very soft alloy aluminum amalgam. Because of its strong shaping ability, I use it as a master key in this article.

In the article, the guardian portrait of the ancient rune professor is William I, Duke of Normandy. This William I once occupied England and prompted England to integrate Old English into a language with more elements, which made today's English in disguise, so I wrote him as A guardian portrait of a writing discipline.

The next chapter will be about Flotte being jealous. After all, Halloween is October 10st, which is the anniversary of Lily’s death. I found that many fanfiction will forget this day, but I think Snape will definitely not forget it. God, I will never forget it in my life.