HP's Wretched

"Everything doesn't have to be based on a transaction, Flotte, in fact, I understand your urgency very well, and I'm even willing to help you, but I'm sorry, the Philosopher's Stone belongs to my old friend, and now both he and I want to destroy it. A stone." Dumbledore's voice was different from usual, a little serious.

destroy?Flott didn't know if Dumbledore really thought she was easy to deceive, but for the Sorcerer's Stone, she must not show half dissatisfaction: "The stone that has been placed for so many years is suddenly going to be destroyed. I think a Professor Quirrell Surely there will be no such threat, presumably the one who really covets this stone should be the mysterious person who has disappeared for 11 years, right, Principal?"

Dumbledore said without hesitation: "Voldemort is Voldemort. I prefer to call him by his first name, instead of calling him Mysterious Man out of fear. The world will be messed up."

"Okay, then call it Voldemort." This kind of taboo is no longer important to Flott, "Since you think Voldemort is a threat, then destroying the Philosopher's Stone will really solve everything." Is there a problem? Wouldn’t he seek other methods? Instead of treating the symptoms but not the root cause, it’s better to find him out and eliminate him completely.”

Completely wipe out these four words, although Flotte said them softly, but her eyes were very determined and cold.

A moment of hesitation flashed behind Dumbledore's half-moon-shaped glasses: "Flott, you cast the blood magic on Harry. You can evaluate this magic."

"Strong, very strong."

"Yes, it's a very powerful protective magic, but such a powerful magic didn't kill him completely, and even gave him a chance to escape, so it's not easy to destroy him. Besides, I have patrolled him for so many years traces, but to no avail." Dumbledore's voice was very calm, as if he was not bothered by not being able to catch Voldemort.

"If... I want to try it, look for it." Flotte quietly held her robe tightly under the table, "Can you keep the Philosopher's Stone for a while longer, and give me a chance to try it out. "

"Child, being too persistent is not a good thing." Dumbledore crossed his hands on the table, "The Philosopher's Stone is the most advanced alchemy product, you should understand that the more advanced it is, the more complex it is inside. The requirements of the matching purification circle will be greater, and the success will be negligible."

"Of course I know about this." Flotte's voice was a little trembling, "After I was discharged from St. Mungo's hospital, I didn't just rest in peace and recuperate. I went to Thailand, the Philippines, India, and China successively for this matter, but the people there Wizards and mages tell this thing to wait, to wait. But every day he waits, he will be sleepy and miserable! Principal, you have seen a lot, and you can't fail to see this thing I'm wearing around my neck. What is a doll, and it is impossible not to feel the dark aura emanating from it, I know I can't hide it from you with my current ability, so I never thought of using it to hide something uselessly."

"I know, I noticed it from the day you applied for the job, but I didn't feel any malicious magical atmosphere, otherwise I wouldn't agree with you to be a professor." Dumbledore said.

"Since you know all about it, please give me a chance, please, for the sake of the fact that I have provided healing potions to the Order of the Phoenix before." Flotte rarely uttered such humble pleading words, Once it was to ask Snape to help her, and the second time it was given to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed slightly, and said: "Okay, I will discuss it with my old friend Nicole May, and if he agrees, I will lend it to you for a try. But, Flotte, I need Your promise, if you don't succeed this time, you are not allowed to take any more risks, because we will destroy the stone immediately."

"I promise you. Of course, you can continue to claim that the stone has been destroyed, and I will keep it a secret."

"I've declared it to the outside world." Dumbledore smiled with a hint of prophetic complacency.

"Foresight." Flotte also praised, "I promise you to find Voldemort, and I will do my best."

"Do you have a special way?"

"For those of us who come from different backgrounds, there is no way to track people, and there is no way to hang out in Mrs. Fu's circle. You know that."

Dumbledore was amused by Flott's black humor, but he could also hear the sadness in the truth: "It's going to be a holiday soon anyway, let Severus go with you, you can do it alone inconvenient."

When Flott heard the name "Severus", her body froze slightly, but she quickly recovered and said with a smile: "You know, he will be busy with experiments when he is on vacation, and he can't wait to fall into the cauldron." , besides, I have my own way to get there, so I won't bother him."

Just kidding, she didn't have this masochistic tendency to pull the culprit to her side when her mind was at its worst.

"Well, I thought you didn't mind him going with you."

Flott always felt that Dumbledore's smile was a little weird, it must be because of her guilty conscience.He replied: "I don't mind, I just don't want to bother him. Well, principal, if there is nothing else, I won't bother you."

"Of course, there's nothing else to do. I think we've already settled the deal." There was another kind smile and an amiable tone.

Flotte stood up from the chair, said goodbye, and turned to go out, but when she was approaching the door, she suddenly thought of something, turned her head and asked: "Principal, what is the setting in the Mirror of Erised that you set up?" What, to prevent Quirrell from getting the Philosopher's Stone?"

Dumbledore stood up, stretched his purple wizard robes embroidered with silver stars, and said, "The Mirror of Erised can reveal what people desire most, so if you desire the Philosopher's Stone and want to use it, you will always Couldn't get it out of the mirror either."

"What a brilliant idea."

It seems that even if Flotte is really lucky enough to sneak in and go to the last level, there is absolutely no possibility of getting the Philosopher's Stone, which is really ironic.

Flott smiled politely at Dumbledore, and went out and down the stairs.

After the blob beast came out, Flotte stopped suddenly because she finally realized a problem: she was tricked.

Why did you agree in the end if you were so refusal at the beginning?Really moved by her true feelings?It's impossible, it can only be...

In the conversation just now, Dumbledore never asked her to do anything explicitly, and even enlightened her as a wise man all the time, letting her let go of her obsessions, but she was eager to do things for Dumbledore and let her Dumbledore came to use her.Tsk tsk tsk, now that she is being used, she has to be grateful, and she also proposed all of this, no wonder Dumbledore is a little bit, what a deal!Sure enough, a thousand-year-old snake can't beat a ten-thousand-year old lion, he is too clever.

But it doesn't matter, Flott doesn't care what Dumbledore is planning, or what he wants to get from her, anyway, she has no other use value except for the broken money and the inheritance of the Luster family.As long as you let her try it, get the Sorcerer's Stone and try it, it doesn't matter what price you pay...

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The rest of the time passed quickly. Apart from attending classes, Flotte just stayed in the office, and the ancient rune classroom was only ten steps away from her office.Needless to say, you can guess that this is hiding from someone. As for whether someone can detect it... Just kidding, he would be damned if he noticed it. He must only secretly despise her for being lazy somewhere, hmph!

Hiding to the end, she didn't even attend the Academy Cup at the end of the semester, so that when Draco came to complain to her, Flott knew that Gryffindor had overtaken... Then she followed Draco, He scolded Dumbledore affectionately behind his back, and that's it...

On the day of the holiday, Flotte left the school alone. Anyway, she was too lazy to move her things back to Luster Manor. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't think it was a home, but a place to stay during the holidays.And now, she's going to a mysterious place.

Flotte pulled out the magic wand in her sleeve, and then raised it. She didn't need any magic power to drive it, just simply raised it.A moment later, with a deafening roar, a three-storey bus with a bright purple color stopped in front of Flotte.

The door of the bus was opened, and a crooked man in uniform came out from inside, including his hat tilted on his head. He shook the ticket in his hand and said politely: "Welcome to the bus, ma'am, Where are you going?"

"483 Ghost Road, thank you."

"It's a long way," said the conductor.

Flote nodded in agreement, but just as she was about to take out Galleons to buy a ticket, a deep but silky voice sounded: "This is what you call the method."

Very good, well done Merlin, it's the last day, and you don't want to let me go, Flotte thought to herself.Then he turned slowly, smiled as much as he could and said, "I thought you'd gone back, Severus."

Snape didn't say anything, just frowned, then approached Flott, reached out and grabbed Flott's arm, and accompanied by a gust of wind, Apparated and disappeared before the conductor's eyes.

"Stan, what's going on outside?" The driver called the conductor named Stan loudly from inside the car.

The conductor put the ticket in his pocket, then closed the door and said, "It's okay, it's probably the young couple who quarreled again."

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"How much did Dumbledore tell you, and why did you appear there by such a coincidence?" Flotte asked Snape as soon as she fell down.

"I'm very grateful that your cauldron-frying head is willing to consider my personal time. I thought you were used to me as a house-elf."

"Dumbledore told you?"

"He mentioned it in passing." Snape replied unabashedly, "Of course he also told me something about your conversation."

Of course Snape would not say that he had asked about the conversation between Dumbledore and Flott.

Flotte sighed slightly, tell me if you tell, and there is nothing to hide: "Then you should know by now that I'm in a hole."

"Surprise, I thought you didn't know that you fell into the pit until now." Snape emphasized the word "surprise".

Flotte didn't know what to say anymore. Anyway, now she saw Snape always had a mixed feeling of trouble, surprise, anger, entanglement and happiness. Anyway, it was extraordinarily complicated.She looked away from Snape's face, and said slowly, "I know you've been holding back your satire for a long time."

"Believe me, Flotte, no ironic words can describe this."

He didn't even bother to be sarcastic, it seemed that he was extremely angry.But Flott could shamelessly take this sentence as a step down: "Then think about the irony again, I'm going to do the business I promised to Dumbledore first."

Snape let out a sigh of relief, how could he know such troublesome number one, even for so many years!Damn it, he didn't know what to say anymore, so he could only switch back to the topic: "I don't think your private organization can do this."

"Ever since they found out that I'm not a Buford bloodline, I have absolutely believed in their abilities." Flott still didn't dare to look at Snape, but tried to find the way ahead, "Ha How is Lina's situation, did you tell me about the situation that day?"

"He saw the Dark Lord growing on the back of Quirrell's head. It should be some kind of parasitic relationship. At that time, the Dark Lord relied on the blood of unicorns to sustain his life." Snape always felt that it was extremely sad to state this matter, thinking of the Dark Lord back then. Leading the Death Eaters almost ruled the entire wizarding world, but now, it is sadly parasitic on others like a parasite.

"Parasite?" Flotte also felt a little unbelievable about this, "This method is really...indescribable. But that's fine, as long as we find out where Quirrell went to practice last year, we should be able to find clues."

"Yes, I'm going to see if the paparazzi you're looking for can do this."

Flotte no longer wants to argue with him on this point...

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Flott led Snape to a deep and quiet alley. The alley was very narrow. The high stone brick walls on both sides were filled with various murals with colorful paints. The two walked along like this The alley kept going forward until it was almost at the top, before stopping under a relatively complete picture.

This painting depicts a slim young girl, holding an umbrella and wearing a pink skirt, as if walking in the wall.Flotte approached the painting, and gently touched the anklet on the girl's ankle. Miraculously, the part on which the anklet was painted suddenly bulged out.

Flotte drew out her wand and scratched the word "secret" on the brick.

As the wall trembled violently, the girl in the pink skirt in the mural suddenly really moved. She closed her umbrella and walked towards the empty wall beside her, leaving only blank bricks.With the departure of the girl in the mural, a corridor gradually cracked on the wall, and in the depth of the corridor is the staircase leading to the underground...

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"Long time no see, Mrs. Luster." A man wearing a black hood whose face could not be seen clearly said as he greeted Flott and Snape.

Flotte also greeted familiarly: "Long time no see, Barlow."

However, the next sentence of the black-clothed man named Barlow left Flotte speechless: "Ma'am, what's the matter today? Could it be that the little boy who was adopted is doing something behind your back, and we need to investigate?"

Flott was about to deny it quickly, but Snape next to her sarcastically said in a low voice, "Flott, is this the profession you're talking about?"

It’s true that I didn’t do a fortune-telling when I went out, so how could I have to come today? Why are you joining in the fun, Flotte thought angrily in her heart.

It was obvious that Barlow heard Snape's whisper, so he asked politely, "Who is this gentleman?"

Flotte curled her lips, and silently replied in her heart: He is my new baby boy...

The author has something to say:

In Flott's heart, he became a certain Snape who was a "little boy".