HP's Wretched

Time passed by, and Flotte just didn't dare to speak or breathe, and hid behind the door against the wall, not daring to move.In fact, she is really one distance away from success by stealth, but there is no way, who made her have no mana, so she can only hide like this without daring to make a sound.

Flotte was about to suffocate at this time, and even had the idea of ​​giving up and turning herself in, but at this moment, what she never expected was that a miracle happened, Snape backed out by himself and returned the door. It's closed!

This is too unbelievable!But seeing Snape give up on the investigation, Flotte let out a breath in a low voice, and was thankful for her persistence just now, but luckily she didn't show any cheating feet.

But just as Flotte was about to step away from the wall, she suddenly realized the strangeness of the matter: Normally, a person as wary as Snape would never give up so easily, he should have moved the entire corridor I searched all over, why today... wait!I'm afraid he is trying to trick her out by retreating!By Merlin, he sinister Slytherin!

However, just when Flotte, who had recalled the memory, was about to put away her steps, she saw the door next to her being pushed open with a bang, and the door panel also drew an arc around the door hinge towards the station. Flotte at the bottom of the wall took a heavy shot, and the shot was extremely fast. It was too late for Flotte to react and dodge, so she could only raise her hand to cover her most cherished face with a muscular reaction, and waited for the shot. A moment later came the thump.

However, Flotte did not wait for that blow.She opened her eyes cautiously, and saw through the gaps between her fingers that the door stopped just one centimeter away from her face, was it stopped by a spell?

When the door automatically closed and revealed Snape's figure, Flott was sure of one thing - she had been tricked...

Snape raised his eyebrows, as if he was very satisfied with Flott's expression of embarrassment now, a big mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and said: "It seems that you can't wait to experience the feeling of your head being caught by the door. However, Flott Lotter..." Snape changed his subject, "I don't think your brain needs to be caught in the door again."

"You did it on purpose, right? You already knew I was hiding behind the door!"

"If I were you, I would change into unscented clothes when I did bad things. The perfume on your body is enough to make a person with a bad cold and a stuffy nose breathe."

Damn it, why did she, Flotte, forget about this, as a master of potions, Snape, his sense of smell is a hundred times better than his sense of hearing! ! !

Flotte felt that she was so stupid, she was really so stupid that both humans and gods were angry, this ordinary life must have eroded her genius (self-conceived) brain!But she was also concerned about whether the perfume on her body was really that strong, or whether Snape was exaggerating.

Snape put away the expression of ridicule and disgust just now, put on his usual seriousness and a little bit of anger, and asked: "Flott, you shouldn't be here, so, tell me, what are you going to do?" Well?"

"Why can't I appear here? It's just a rule that students are not allowed to come here. I'm not your student, Severus." Flott continued with a nonchalant expression, "You can't detain me You can’t put me in confinement, tsk tsk tsk.”

Flott's sophistry made Snape's complexion turn sour, so he said in a low and threatening tone: "But I can take you to the headmaster and talk about it."

"You're not taking me to see Dumbledore."

"Why do I..." Snape's tone suddenly paused. He realized that the original topic should be why Flott appeared here, but how did it become whether he would take her to see Dumbledore?Very well, he was led away by the intentional diversion of the subject, very clever technique, but it was still too naive to fool him.

Snape took a step towards Flott with a gloomy face. The powerful aura also prompted Flott to back up, but she was already against the wall, and there was no room for her to retreat, so she could only bear with it. The pressure that comes with the shortening distance between each other.

"You've been reading about Nicolas lately, and you're here again today when everyone is in such a panic, Flotte, don't tell me it's a coincidence. Are you playing with the Philosopher's Stone? ?”

Of course, Flotte would not answer yes or no in a foolish manner, so she evaded the important thing and said: "Why did the troll suddenly come out after staying in the level well? Obviously, someone did it on purpose, so I just came here See if there are any suspicious characters, and take a walk for food."

"Since you're fine, what are you hiding from?"

"Who knew you were the one who opened the door. I thought it was the thief who wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone. I hid behind the door to wait for an opportunity to stun him. Otherwise, how can I, a man with no magic power, catch the thief?" Lott directly created a question and threw it to Snape.

"You also know that you have no mana, so why don't you tell the principal what you think, and come by yourself? Are you arrogant and think you can beat an adult with magic power, or are you self-righteous and making up nonsense to fool me?"

"Can't I contribute to the school because I don't have mana? Why, can't I catch a thief, get promoted and raise my salary, take the position of Slytherin head, and squeeze you out?"

Snape was completely defeated by Flotte's shamelessness. The other party clearly made up a lie full of loopholes, but this confidence was so full of confidence that he really didn't know where to start.

Seeing that Snape remained silent for a few seconds, Flott knew that her chance to take advantage of the victory had come.Flotte tried her best to put on an innocent expression, and took a step towards Snape. The distance between the two of them was close, and this step was almost close to Snape's body!Obviously, Snape also realized this, and took a big step back in advance. As the two moved, the distance between the two not only did not get closer, but became wider.

Flott was very satisfied with Snape's retreat, but her expression remained innocent, she said softly: "I just appeared in this corridor, not in the level protecting the Sorcerer's Stone. Not to mention holding the Philosopher's Stone, and you're framing me for stealing it, I'm so sad, Severus."

Snape once again experienced the feeling of getting goosebumps all over his body. He was about to speak to Flott angrily, but he heard footsteps outside the door.At the same time, Flotte heard it too.

The two exchanged glances tacitly, and at the same time stuck to the wall next to the door, and then Snape released the "Disillusionment Curse" and "Silence Curse" on himself and Flott, and the two hid like this. At the place where Flott hid from Snape just now.

At the moment when the door was opened, Flotte actually constructed a lot of conjectures in her mind. For example, it might be a student who was curious and wanted to take risks, or someone who had malicious intentions about the Sorcerer's Stone sneaked into Hogwarts , but what she never expected was that the person who came in turned out to be Professor Quirrell, who was the most timid and fearful of words!This big fish is hanging, interesting.

What surprised Flott even more was that Snape, who was close to her, muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, he has a problem."

really?Interesting use of this word.Did Snape know there was something wrong with Quirrell?If so, when did you know and where did you know?A series of questions exploded in Flotte's head.

When Quirrell disappeared around the corner, Snape quickly removed the magic from the two of them, and then said to Flott seriously: "You go back first."

"I'll be with you..."

Before Flott finished speaking, Snape interrupted simply and unquestionably: "Go back!"

Flote curled her lips, well, this Quirrell is suspicious, and Snape actually knew about Quirrell's problem very early on. It seems that this matter is not shallow. She, who has no spells, should go back. Well, focus on the overall situation and don't add to the chaos.So Flotte didn't continue to say anything, and obediently opened the door and went out.

Snape couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he saw Flotte go out obediently, then turned around and quickly chased after Professor Quirrell who disappeared around the corner...

……

"Daisy root?"

"No."

"A wormwood?"

"No."

"Gentian juice?"

"No." Medusa, the guardian portrait of the potion office, was almost annoyed to death by Flotte who kept trying passwords, and the little snakes on her head were limp.

"Not yet, I've already explained all the medicinal ingredients." Flotte folded her arms around her chest, and said dissatisfiedly, "You also know that I have the best relationship with Severus at Hogwarts, you Just let me in, I'm tired of waiting for him to stand outside."

Medusa shook her head firmly.

Flotte sighed, thinking why Snape hasn't come back after so long, maybe something happened, why don't she go over to have a look?Or report to Dumbledore?

Just as Flott was hesitating, Snape's voice suddenly sounded from a distance: "Flott, didn't I tell you to go back?"

Flott turned around in surprise and looked at Snape. She was about to say that she was waiting for you, but she saw that Snape was walking with a limp. On closer inspection, there was a spot on his leg. bleed!Flott walked quickly towards Snape, and asked, "What happened to your leg?"

Snape didn't answer, he kind of wanted to cover it up with his voluminous cloak, but it's really stupid to try to cover it up.

Flott approached Snape, supported him slightly, and saw that Snape didn't answer the question just now, so she asked directly, "Bite by that three-headed dog?"

Snape still didn't answer Flott's question, but continued to use reprimands to cover up his injury: "I'm telling you to go back, not to come here, don't you even know where your office is? ?"

"Okay, don't change the subject. I'm not worried about you. You should be glad that my worry is right."

"Flotte, you should be thankful that I stopped you today, otherwise you would have been buried there! Don't think that you can fool me with your little lies. It is impossible for you not to have the slightest thought about the Philosopher's Stone."

"Okay, can I admit that I have it?" Flotte's eyes moved away from Snape's wound, and she looked at Snape's eyes worriedly and slightly dissatisfied, "If you say you, it hurts." It’s like this, and I still have the mind to hold on to this matter.”

"why?"

"Why else, the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary alchemy product, has the effect of immortality and purifying everything. I just want to use its power to purify my son's grievances, so that he can escape from Gumantong's restraint as soon as possible. "Flotte directly shook out all her thoughts, and Snape was struggling with this and that, now applying the medicine is the key.

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You said you would support it?"

"No." Snape said firmly.Of course he wouldn't support it. Now that the Sorcerer's Stone is protected layer by layer, not to mention Flotte trying to get close, he was bitten by the first door, and almost lost a piece of flesh.

"It's over. You don't support me, and I told you that you would stop me! Besides, you didn't tell me that you had already suspected that Quirrell had a problem."

Snape frowned, stopped walking forward, looked at Flott and asked, "How do you know?"

"I listened to your nagging at that time. Humph, if you didn't tell me, you were afraid that I would cause trouble for you! Don't think I don't know."

"Facts have proved that your ability to cause trouble is indeed unmatched, Flotte."

"You talk as you walk, okay, go into the office and apply the medicine quickly." Flott couldn't help but return to Snape's wound, "Why did you bite like this? Why didn't that smelly dog ​​bite Quirrell? ?”

"His garlic smell is unbearable to a living creature, and I entered the room before him. This huge magical creature is really immune to magic."

"Immune to magic? Then if I hit it with a big gun, will it have any effect?" Flotte said without thinking.

Soon, Flott felt Snape's dangerous gaze.

"I'm joking." Flotte quickly argued, "If I really shot that three-headed dog, with Hagrid's pet-loving character, he would definitely shoot me in the head too."

Snape sighed imperceptibly, and he didn't know whether he complained or sighed: "Flott, how many more years will I have to endure your existence?"

"Maybe you have to wait until I die. As for when I will die, you have to ask the god of death. In fact, I really want to know the answer. Well, I'm in the office, anyway, you can't get rid of me now!"

Snape couldn't help jumping his right eye when he heard Flott's words, and said to Medusa helplessly, "Spotted tiger grass."

Then, in addition to the sound of the door opening, there was Flotte's regretful voice: "It turned out to be spotted tiger grass! I almost guessed this!"

...Almost, you probably don't know the name of such a herbal medicine at all.A portrait of the patron saint of the potions office, who did not want to be named, complained.

……

"Severus, just sit down and I'll get you some medicine."

"I don't need it, you should have gone back long ago, instead of meddling in your own business here, Flotte."

"Sorry, I just like to meddle in my own business, especially yours." Flotte choked Snape with a single sentence.

Snape opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Flott once again: "We have known each other for so many years, it's not like you haven't treated my wounds, so you just sit there with peace of mind Alright." After finishing speaking, without waiting for Snape's reply, he went straight into the back room where the potions were stored.

Snape didn't reply, but he didn't sit obediently on the sofa, but frowned and looked at the ancient clock hanging on the wall, it was really getting late.

"Severus, why don't you have any antiseptic potion here?" Flott asked as she came out of the back room with white fresh meat and bandages.

"It's okay, just use Baixian to stop the bleeding."

"That can't be done. You must be sterilized when you are bitten by a magical creature. You have more experience in dealing with wounds than I do. You don't know about it." Flotte put the medicine in her hand on the coffee table and continued, " You wait for me here for a while, I will go to the infirmary and get you some disinfectant medicine."

"No need, just stop the bleeding and bandage it. I'll deal with it in detail tomorrow. I still have something to do today."

"What's the matter? It's so late and you're still injured. What's important?"

"Today is..." Snape hesitated for some reason, but finally said, "It's Lily's death day."

Flott was stunned for a moment. Indeed, today is October 31, the eve of Halloween, and it is also the anniversary of the death of the Potter family. Snape would go to Godric's Hollow every year to visit Lily on this day, but today... Flott Looking at Snape's bleeding wound, he said with some displeasure, "You go every year, not bad for this year."

"Today is the tenth year, I should go and have a look." Snape spoke in a soft and gentle voice.

"Going with a limp?" Flott didn't know why she was so angry. Anyway, she heard that Snape wanted to get hurt and went to see Lily, which was worse than Snape's plan to stop her. To make her angry.

"Stop the bleeding with white fresh for now, wrap it with a bandage, and deal with it when you come back." After Snape finished speaking, he leaned over to reach for the bandage and medicine on the coffee table, but before he touched it, Flo Te snatched it away.

"Raise your legs." Flotte ordered angrily.

Snape was taken aback by Flott's sudden order. He was about to say something, but found that Flott's expression was surprisingly serious. What's wrong?However, Snape didn't ask his question.

Flott ignored Snape's hesitation, but squatted down, picked up the scissors, and completely cut off Snape's torn trouser leg, and then cut off the excess cloth without thinking. tore it off.

Snape looked at Flotte with some distaste for cutting his trouser legs in uneven layers, which was not as good as he did it himself.But he could also feel that something was wrong with Flotte, that's all, maybe it was because he was unhappy because he stopped Flotte from letting her take the Philosopher's Stone. Flote stopped it only because of safety, maybe he just spoke a little aggressively and offended Flotte, so let's vent his anger on his trouser legs.Wait, no, Flote was fine just now, why is she getting angry now?Maybe the reflex arc is long, well, after all, her brain...

So the two of them stopped thinking about their own things on the same channel.

While bandaging Snape's wound, Flotte secretly observed Snape's expression, hmph, what are you thinking, so obsessed with thinking, needless to say, he must be thinking about his pure lily again.Really, they have been away for such a long time, and they are buried with their husbands, and their sons have grown up and entered school, and they are still missed there!

In fact, Flott was a bit wrong to blame Snape. Snape really wasn't thinking about Lily at this moment, but was still wondering why Flott's face changed.

The more Flott thought about it, the more angry she became, and the force of the bandage on her hand gradually increased, especially at the last touch of the bandage, she couldn't control the strength of her hand and pulled hard, the pain was so painful that even Snell, who was usually able to bear it, Putu gasped.

"Okay." Flotte threw the extra bandages into Snape's arms, didn't bother to tell him anything, went directly to the door and opened it and said, "I'm going back, you can do whatever you want."

Then with a "bang", the door was slammed shut, and the wine in Medusa's hand spilled all over the door (Medusa: blah blah, take it out on me).

Snape looked at the door in a daze for the first time, and couldn't help asking in his mind, what happened today?

Flotte, who was walking back to the office, was also silently asking herself, what happened today?Usually she is not very angry, but today she just feels blocked and flustered, which is strange.Generally speaking, a woman has to have a few days every month. Of course she has experienced it before, but since death took away her fertility, she has completely stopped menstruating, which is the so-called menopause. So... what happened.

etc!Flotte suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying answer!

She... She shouldn't... She won't be in menopause!

Normal women will face menopause after menopause, and then there is the problem of aging. Although wizards age slowly, they will also have menopause, but as a person who has lost mana, her menopause is too early and too sudden, and then Is she going to age soon?terrible.

Is it not good for her to vent her anger on Snape just now? Flotte thought carefully about what Snape said just now and his stupefied look, and her heart began to block again, um, it was right to vent her anger on him, that's it !

Flotte, who found the cause of the disease she believed to be correct, left the cellar with her head held high and her chest held high without any guilt. However, she did not go back to her office directly, but went to the school hospital. Needless to say, of course, she was helping some annoying person. I went to get the medicine, but the man who saved me came back and disturbed Madam Pomfrey... It wasn't that she was worried that the man didn't remember to take the medicine.

The author has something to say:

The much-anticipated jealous stalk! ! !

Flotte: What happened to me today?What are you talking about?I am jealous!Nonsence!I'm not jealous, it's menopause, do you understand, menopause, I'm uneducated!

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