HP's Wretched

"Severus, I beg you, just let me down."

Snape objected sullenly, "Impossible."

Flott looked at her arm held by Snape, thinking, it was useless to beg him with this attitude, she had to get Snape to let go of his hand first, and as soon as the hand was released, she would jump down. I don't believe it, you can still catch me in mid-air?

Flotte forcefully squeezed out a stiff smile, and said in that shy tone: "It's late at night, it's not good for us to argue like this. Let go of your hands first, and talk if you have something to say."

"There's no one else here, don't pretend." He directly retorted without losing face.

"Why isn't there..." Flotte was about to say why there was no one, isn't there Hagrid by his side?But when he turned his head, he found that Hagrid, who was still by his side just now, had moved back to Mao Mao's side, and the two of them played unscrupulously again. ... Well, this person and dog are no longer on the same channel as them.

Flott sighed, and launched another shameless and pitiful offensive: "Severus, you see I'm already here, just let me go down, I solemnly swear, I won't make trouble for you."

Snape snorted, with distrust on his face, and still refused with a volume that only the two of them could hear: "If you really add trouble, it must be chaos. Flott, you should also know that even if I don't stop Looking at you, there's no way you'll get the Philosopher's Stone in front of so many professors. So, you and Hagrid stay up there."

"Of course I know that my trip down may not have any results. Even from the very beginning when I came up with this idea, I knew very well that the probability of my success is not high, but I just want to give it a try. Again, this time I'm going to go down and try, even if I can't get it."

"You really don't look back until you hit the south wall."

Flott never thought that this sentence would be used by Snape on herself, and retorted brightly: "I thought you, a person who never turns back when you hit the south wall, can understand me."

"Flott Buford!" Snape's voice was full of displeasure.

Even the first name and the last name were her previous last name, Flotte knew that she had said something she shouldn't have said, which made her angry.However, she can be provoked and she can go along with it: "Oh, well, let's use a metaphor. Besides, you keep me on top and let Hagrid look at me. Are you sure that person who only has eyes for pets can see it?" hold me?"

Snape looked over Flott and looked at Hagrid who was still teasing the dog. Well, he also began to doubt the reliability of this matter.

Snape lowered his head, leaned slightly towards Flott, stared at Flott with his dark eyes, and said in an orderly tone: "When you get down, follow me closely, don't try to make a wrong decision!"

"Obey, Dean!" Flotte replied without hesitation, "Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't go down, the thief won't know where to go."

Snape only felt that his entire brow was twitching with a certain frequency, and he expressed that he regretted making this decision...

……

It can be said that the four professors went through these levels very quickly, but at the same time, they also found that the levels they walked along the way were more or less damaged.

"Merlin's beard, what happened here." Mag sighed looking at the golden keys of various models with wings nailed to the door panel. She slowly approached the door panel and looked at the keys carefully. "This key It doesn't look like they were pinned here by magic, as their fragile wings are not damaged in any way, and I think they must have been chasing the intruder, only to be blocked by the door."

"It should be like this. I remember that Filius (Professor Flitwick) said that he and Mrs. Hooch set up the level. There should be a broom." Professor Sprout added, "The broom Not being here means someone rode a broomstick and got the real key."

Flotte was also staring at the keys, but she always felt that something was wrong: "To be honest, if... if I were to steal the Philosopher's Stone, I would definitely start with the lock after passing this level, because stealing things is time-consuming. It’s not realistic to ride a broom to chase that real key.” That’s why when she was thinking of a solution to the level, she borrowed the master key from Narcissa’s hand for this level.

"Your words make me feel a little bit scared." Professor Sprout said, "After all, an adult wizard would really consider picking the lock first, rather than grabbing the key. Could it be a child who came in?"

"I hope I am worrying too much." Flotte prayed.

"Perhaps our thinking is too simple." Snape, who has been fiddling with the lock and cracking the special magic seal on it, said, "I think Filius (Professor Flitwick) should have cast a restart spell on the lock. , because there are two traces of damage on the lock, one successful and one failed."

A worried look began to appear on Professor McGonagall's face: "That is to say, there are two waves of people coming in, and one wave is still a child."

"I think it should be like this." Snape said something, but the movement of breaking the spell in his hand didn't stop. "It's no use thinking so much, we have to go in quickly."

After Snape finished speaking, the movement of his hands also stopped at the same time. He took a step away, raised his wand and pointed at the lock and said, "Alahoh hole is open."

With a sound of sparks splashing, the door opened.

The four professors didn't discuss any more, walked through the door, and continued to walk quickly to the next level until they approached a huge messy wizard's chessboard.

"Oh, Merlin, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, are you all right?"

"Professor McGonagall, I... I'm fine, but Ron fell into a coma after being beaten by wizard chess, and..." Hermione was interrupted by the professors before she could finish speaking.

"You children are really worrying." Flotte, who was usually willing to pretend to be gentle and approachable, reprimanded Hermione, her good student who had always been optimistic, dissatisfied.

"As long as the child is fine." Professor Sprout was still kind and kind.

Seeing Hermione sitting on the ground and Ron lying on the ground still in a coma, the three professors except Snape trotted to the two children at the same time.McGonagall took the lead in squatting down and taking out his wand to check Ron's body.

But Hermione didn't seem to hear the professors' reprimand, and seemed to have forgotten what she was about to say just now, but stared closely at Professor Snape who was striding towards him.

"Professor Snape, you...why are you here?" Shouldn't he be stealing the Philosopher's Stone inside?Could it be that he wasn't the one who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone?Who is that?These questions made Hermione deep in thought.

What is also here?Snape's face became even more gloomy. He approached the crowd, crossed his arms, and looked down at Hermione who was sitting on the ground with dissatisfaction. Heh, top student, know-it-all.Regardless of how good their studies are at ordinary times, it's the same when they enter Gryffindor. They don't go to bed in the middle of the night and ask for trouble. They simply carry forward the words arrogant and reckless. Why don't they learn the advantages of this academy?

"Miss Granger, what you are worried about now should not be where I am, but why you are here!"

McGonagall also checked Ron's body, took back his wand, and said equally solemnly: "You should be glad that Mr. Weasley is fine, really, after a night tour in the middle of the night, and coming to this kind of place again, what are the three of you?" For what... wait, did Mr. Potter come out with you? What about the others?"

A fright flashed across Hermione's eyes, she had forgotten about Harry!So he hurriedly said: "Professor, we found out that someone is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Harry, Harry has gone inside!"

After hearing this sentence, Snape also reacted abruptly, turned around and strode in, and kept cursing: "Damn it! This brat is just like his father!"

Compared to Snape, Flott was more level-headed.If someone wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone, it must be... Quirrell!

"Pomona, Minerva, I'll follow Severus to have a look." After Flott finished speaking, she trotted over following Snape's pace.

"How about we follow?" Mag asked.

"I don't think it's necessary, Severus can handle it well, not to mention Flotte has followed, let's take care of these two children."

Professor McGonagall nodded, agreeing with Professor Sprout's opinion.

……

Following Snape's footsteps closely, Flott walked down the long steps towards the last level.

When he was about to approach the bottom, he saw Harry lying on the bottom few steps and a broken humanoid stone not far away.

"Harry!" Seeing the child lying underneath, Snape and Flott went down the stairs even faster.

When he got close to Harry, Snape quickly squatted down and half-lifted Harry who was lying on the ground, and drew out his wand to give the child a careful inspection.

"How about it?"

"He's fine, but he was attacked by some black magic, but the attack was very weak, and he just passed out."

Hearing what Snape said, Flott breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll purify him of the remaining black magic in his body now, and he'll be fine when he goes back and drinks some medicine."

"This kid is fine, dare to chase to the end alone." Flote couldn't help sighing.

Snape raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at Flott disapprovingly: "I advise you to go back to sleep and think about what you just said when you wake up. You are actually encouraging and praising this kind of behavior!" After finishing, ignoring Flott's reaction, he began to cast spells on Harry who was still in a coma.

Flotte shrugged helplessly. What she said just now was indeed from the heart. Being able to restrain the fear in her heart and chase an unknown enemy to the end by herself is indeed admirable courage, and of course it is indeed reckless enough.

Flotte no longer worried about Harry, and now her attention was more attracted by the strange corpse next to her.She slowly approached the stone-like corpse that was no longer human-shaped, slowly squatted down, and looked at it carefully.Half of the face had come off, leaking out the bumpy...er...bones inside?Flotte wasn't sure, but from the other half of her face that didn't come off, she recognized that this person was Quirrell from the eyebrows.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's too miserable, the dead are really nothing but ashes.Flutter sighed.Then he took out the magic wand that he hadn't used much in recent years, because he didn't have gloves in his hand, so he could only poke with the wand.

Flotte found a relatively complete shoulder position, poked it in with the wand, and it felt like stirring the wand into the incense burner. It seemed that it was burned thoroughly.Flotte pulled out the wand from the corpse, and the entire shoulder was like quicksand, and it collapsed with the loss of a support. With a gust of wind, the ashes of the corpse that had just been scattered were scattered in the air in a short while. middle.

Flotte raised her wand, and let the sharp wand tip approach her. Sure enough, there was a strong aura of black magic on it.

Flott shook out her wand, then put it back into her sleeve, turned to Snape who had just stopped casting spells and said, "I have a few discoveries, do you want to listen?"

"Go ahead."

"Harry's protective spell is a bit powerful, and Quirrell was burned to death by this protective spell." It is impossible for the nearby institutions to burn people like this and turn their bodies into ashes. It can only be the so-called "burning" in the ancient book of blood magic, "The body is turned into ashes from the outside to the inside. Looking at the scene, it should be that he was hit and divided into several pieces when he fell, and the scattered corpses The ash may have been floating in the air, especially in the air you and I breathe." After saying this conjecture, Flotte grinned in disgust.

"But isn't that protective spell only for the Dark Lord?"

"This is the second question I want to talk about. Quirrell's body exudes a very strong, very strong black magic aura. I have only experienced this feeling around the Dark Lord."

Listening to Flott's analysis, Snape also began to frown: "It seems that Quirrell has hidden a deep secret, this time I have to wait for Potter to wake up and ask carefully."

"Do you have a bottle?" Flotte suddenly remembered something, and then asked.

"Bring it, what do you want the bottle for?"

"I think his corpse is of great research value, in case it is useful in the future."

Snape thought for a moment and nodded, took out a vial from his pocket and threw it to Flott.

After catching the vial, Flotte asked again: "Is Quirrell holding the wand in his right hand?"

"Correct."

"Ah, lucky, his right hand was not destroyed." After finishing speaking, Flotte drew out her wand again, approached the right arm of the scattered corpse, and carefully tapped off a finger on the right hand with the wand and put it into the small Inside the bottle, "Do you think this thing will become a bargaining chip for me to negotiate a deal with Dumbledore?"

"No one is interested in a broken corpse."

"That's not necessarily the case." Flotte put the vial back into the coat, and then tightened the clothes on her body. Not to mention that it's a bit cold inside, it's really not enough to just put on a coat.

Flotte stood up, stomped her numb feet, and then walked closer to the bottom until she saw a large mirror with gold rims as high as the ceiling.

"Why is there a mirror here? It's quite big. I just thought it was a wall." Flotte said.

"This is the end of all levels. That should be placed here by Dumbledore, and it should be the level he set."

"Interesting, put a mirror." Flotte went down a few more steps, but she was still some distance away from the mirror. She looked up at the line engraved on the top of the mirror, "Erisedstraehruoytubecafruoytonwohsi." Did she read it backwards?

So Flotte changed the direction again and whispered: "I show not your face but your hearts desire. (What I show is not what you face, but your heart's desire.) These words are a bit familiar, I seem to have seen them somewhere." Flotte kept searching for the answer in her mind, "I remembered, I saw it in the famous alchemy product collection, this mirror seems to be called the Mirror of Erised, you can see what you want."

"Then this mirror is really useless, not as good as an ordinary mirror." Snape gently placed Harry on the steps, then stood up, and walked down the stairs slowly, "What you want may not be real , are all illusory things, if you have time to make this kind of mirror, why don’t you study magic and potions more.”

"That's not necessarily the case. Only by knowing what is in your heart can you have a goal. Only with a definite goal can you have a day to complete it."

"But if the desire in your heart is the kind that can never be satisfied and never pursued, then this mirror is definitely the most pathetic and useless thing."

Flott sighed, of course she knew what Snape was referring to, he was referring to himself.Flott turned around and said to Snape with a helpless smile: "Sometimes you are really good at talking to death."

"I'm just talking about facts that you didn't expect or are unwilling to accept." Snape said, "Okay, let's hurry up."

"Hey, this trip was in vain, and I really didn't find anything." Fortunately, it was Quirrell who came in to be the experimental mouse, not her, so it was a kind of luck.

However, just as Flotte finished sighing, she was about to turn her head to go up the steps, but found a red and shiny thing at the root of the upper step, which was—the Sorcerer's Stone!The Sorcerer's Stone rolling down the stairs!

Flott's eyes were quick and her hands were quick, she was about to bend over to pick it up while Snape wasn't paying attention, but was interrupted by a voice from above.

"Son, the Sorcerer's Stone is useful, but it's not everything."

Flotte's movements froze there, of course she could recognize who was speaking.It's really annoying, the principal Dumbledore who doesn't show up sooner or later.

Snape, who was about to cast a spell to levitate Harry, stopped what he was doing when he heard these words, and looked at Dumbledore on the steps. Snape, who didn't know what was going on behind him, was about to think When Dumbledore said something, he heard Flotte behind him reply.

"Whether it works for me or not, you have to try it, right, Principal." After speaking, Flotte leaned forward to reach for the Philosopher's Stone.

However, hands are never as fast as magic. Dumbledore waved his hand, and the Philosopher's Stone floated in the air and flew towards Dumbledore.Dumbledore smiled kindly, but those blue eyes always shone with an incomprehensible light: "It seems that the levels I set with the Mirror of Erised are very useful. No. Child, I hope I can talk to you tomorrow morning." After speaking, Dumbledore disappeared on the steps before Flott could answer.

Tsk, just a little bit.Flotte regretted in her heart. Although she was no longer a student, it was still a nervous thing to be called to the principal's office.When Flotte recovered from the place where Dumbledore disappeared, she met Snape's slightly angry eyes.

Very good, I'm going to be scolded again.But Flotte decided to strike first this time: "The opportunity just now was really good, don't you think?"

"But you still failed Flott, and you won yourself a chance to face the principal alone."

"It's all the time's fault."

Snape didn't bother to talk to Flott anymore, but gave Potter a Levitation Charm.

"If you wait like this for Harry to wake up tomorrow, he will have a headache."

Snape sneered: "If this headache can make him remember what stupidity is, then the pain is worth it. Similarly, if tomorrow's conversation can make you understand the cost of causing trouble, it will also be a valuable conversation. "

After speaking, he led the floating Harry up the steps.

Dead Bat!Talking sarcastic again here.Flott didn't go up with Snape, but chanted Dumbledore's last words, "The more you want to get the level set by the Mirror of Erised, the more you can't get it." How did he use that mirror to make it? Checkpoint, what does the latter sentence mean?

With thoughts, Flotte gradually walked to the bottom of the stairs and stood in front of the Mirror of Erised.

In the mirror, besides Flotte herself wrapped in a coat with disheveled hair, on her left stood a little boy not reaching her waist. The boy had a pair of green eyes exactly like Flott's. Eyes, Flote recognized him, that is her heart and soul - her son Tiger.

Just as Flotte was staring at the little Tiger holding her thigh, a tall man in a black robe suddenly came out from the depths of the mirror and stood beside Flott.

"Severus, why are you back again? It's not that you're not interested in this mirror..." Flotte turned her head to speak to someone who came, but no one appeared behind her.

That Snape's figure was reflected in the mirror...

The author has something to say:

I finally wrote the key chapter, which is not easy.

I took the teaching qualification test yesterday, so I didn’t have time to code the words. I’m sorry for the whole day. (v＾＾＾)v