HP's Wretched

...Little boy, as soon as the word popped up in his mind, even Flotte was amused by this whimsical idea.I don't know what he was thinking, let's not talk about whether Snape looks like a little boy, even if he is, how could she, Flotte, have the courage to adopt him, tsk tsk tsk.

If the guy who can't take a joke knows her thoughts, then next month's medicine will definitely not be sweet...

But then again, what would it be like if you really pampered him to be a good boy?It's amazing...

Thinking of this, Flotte coughed quickly, put down the thought of dying, and returned her attention to the conversation just now: "This is my colleague. The purpose of our coming here today is to find the source of a magical breath .”

"The two of you, please." After speaking, Barlow raised his hand to point out the direction for Flott and the others.

Flotte also nodded politely, then skillfully took out a small purse from her pocket and stuffed it into Barlow's hand, and said with a friendly smile, "Thank you, Barlow."

Barlow weighed the weight of the purse in his palm. Although his expression remained unchanged, his tone became softer: "Madam, you are welcome."

Flotte didn't say anything more, but continued to lead Snape forward familiarly.

"This place is not big, but the appetite is not small." Snape said in a low voice.

In fact, Flotte prefers to keep silent, after all, she still doesn't know how to talk to this righteous master who appeared in the Mirror of Erised.

Please, you have lived for more than [-] years, don't think about it like a brainless kid, be normal, what's the use of escaping?Flotte reprimanded herself in her heart.

"It's just a welcome at the door and a hush money. But for those who come here to do business, there is nothing that can be disclosed to the public. They are all secrets. After a while, there will be more places to spend money. This deal cannot be negotiated." He explained in a flat and straightforward manner with no special tone.

Snape looked at Flott with raised eyebrows, and asked, "It seems that you have come here quite a lot."

Hearing this sentence, Flotte couldn't help thinking of the various purposes of coming here a few times before, and admitted: "I have been here quite a few times, but it's not a good thing to go too many times, because I was forced to come here. Master, those who live well don’t need to go through this kind of way. But then again, I haven’t been here for a few years.”

Snape snorted slightly, and said, "It seems that Hogwarts fits your standard of living."

"If every student is a genius, then I will be happier."

"Well, indeed." These words were said in Snape's heart.

As long as those students' brains can be a little dry, then his potion classroom won't have to face all kinds of powerful firecrackers every time.

Seeing that Snape didn't say anything more, Flott couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a door suddenly opened on the wall they passed by, and a man wearing a black hood appeared inside. He bowed deeply to Flott and Snape politely, and then walked into the room. And said: "Two, please come inside."

The room was not big, but there were many cabinets erected on the wall, with dim candlelight printed on it, Snape could see what they were, there were alchemy products with unknown functions, various formalin-infused Organs, and various medicinal materials that interested him most.

However, Snape was not the kind of curious person, so he just glanced at it briefly, and then followed the man in black to sit down.

"Who's magical aura do you two want to find?" the man whose face was covered by a hood and a black cloth asked directly.

"A person who just died, named Quirinus Quirrell, I want to search where he went a year ago." Flotte said.

The man in black seemed to think about it for a while, and then said quietly: "A year ago, the time span was a bit long, and it was a bit difficult."

Fluote naturally understood the hint in his words, and at the same time, she had expected him to say that very early on, so she directly and skillfully took out a bag of money from her pocket and threw it in front of him: "Is there any difficulty?"

Snape narrowed his eyes and stared at the purse thrown on the table. Sure enough, as Flott said, this was the beginning of slowly spending money. Next, it's not so easy to find a good spy.

The men in black also seemed to know who the person sitting in front of them was. After all, they were professional in gathering information, and they were not as blind as Barlow who greeted guests at the door.This one is an old client with a lot of money, and the other is Snape, a well-known potions master and former Death Eater. The two of them can come to track down one thing at the same time. I am afraid it is not a trivial matter, and the price will be high. High point, anyway, these two are not short of money.

But after thinking about it, as a spy with good professionalism, it is impossible to be so straightforward, first ask the real thing: "The two of you have any items that can trace his breath."

Flotte took out a small bottle from the inner pocket of the coat, and there was a pitch-black finger in the bottle, which seemed to belong to a man.

"This was broken off from Quirrell's corpse. Don't worry, it's very fresh. Although it was burnt to ashes, the magical aura on it has been preserved." How can Quirrell give people such a terrifying and sharp feeling, so what they are really looking for is the Dark Lord who parasitized on him and fled in danger.As for why he didn't say it directly, just kidding, a normal person should know that he is looking for the Dark Lord, and he wouldn't accept this order even if he was killed.

But if you say that the Dark Lord is the Dark Lord, he is so weak that he has to parasitize to survive, and the breath of black magic is still so strong.As for poor Quirrell, presumably everything on him, including all his traces and all his magical breath, was destroyed in the burning of blood magic.

The man in black picked up the small bottle containing the severed finger and examined it carefully. His eyes became clear for a while, and he said, "This level cannot be achieved by ordinary fire. It should be extremely powerful magic."

Just when Flotte was about to say something to prevent him from finding out what he shouldn't know, he was stopped by a cold snort.

"Hmph, I don't think you need to ask such details to find a trace, including how this person died." Snape, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said coldly, "It's enough for you to find someone with this thing. .”

Hearing this cold accusation, the man in black couldn't help but think of Snape's unfriendly image in his heart, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, you two, I shouldn't be curious, I'm negligent, but don't worry, Anything related to privacy is contractually limited."

"Don't worry, don't worry, of course we don't worry." Flutter evoked a friendly smile very freely, and began to sing about her white face.Tsk tsk tsk, let’s just say, it’s right to bring Snape to talk about business, why does she like Snape’s expression so much that you don’t get close to strangers, you’re close to the end of you (the last chapter didn’t want to let Snape Someone who came over, slapped in the face), "Look, I am also an old customer here, and everyone is an old acquaintance, and do your best to do your thing, and the benefits will naturally be indispensable to you."

"Madam, you're welcome. We take people's money, so we have to help them. Are you in a hurry to get the results of this investigation?"

"The sooner the better, but the most important thing for me is to get the correct result, so you must give me the most accurate answer within half a year." Flotte was thinking, since Dumbledore agreed Regarding the Philosopher's Stone, she must not break her promise. If she deceives the old fox-like lion with a foolish answer, she may only end up in a tragedy of stealing chickens and losing money.So the result must be accurate, "It's best to search on a large scale, I want all the places he went to last summer."

"Then we use a large number of Basset bats to search, do you think it's okay?"

Flotte knows this kind of creature. The Basset bat is a magical creature found in France. The biggest difference between it and ordinary bats is its sensitive sense of smell and powerful wings, because its sense of smell is similar to that of a Basset dog. A fight, so it is called Basset Bat.

But what Flott hesitates now is if the Dark Lord runs out of Europe, can these bats cross the ocean?She was a little undecided, and turned to ask Snape with her eyes.

Snape naturally accepted Flott's questioning look, and said neatly: "Yes."

Sometimes animals are more reliable than people, at least they don't guess what they are looking for.

Now that Snape agreed, Flott nodded in agreement.

"Okay, since both of you agree, let's sign the agreement..."

……

What a tiring job.Flutter, who came out of the private space underground, sighed.

"I'm still not sure about the level of professionalism here." These were Snape's first words when he came out.

Very good, now is the time for the two of them to be alone again, be natural and don't think about having something or nothing.Flotte told herself in her heart.

"You have already talked all the way, and you will know when the time comes." Flotte was too lazy to continue arguing about this topic, so she changed the question and asked, "Do you want the Dark Lord to be found?"

"If we can find him and eliminate him completely, then I hope very much." Snape replied seemingly calmly.

"If...if he is really eliminated and Harry is safe forever, what will you do?" Flotte didn't know why she suddenly asked such a question.

"I wouldn't be foolish enough to assume that 'if' is the most useless word ever."

"All right, let's just assume that it won't cost you any brain cells."

Snape stared at Flott with an expression of looking at childish brats, with a disdainful angle on the corner of his mouth, but he still replied: "What should I do? I might continue to be a professor at Hogwarts and teach those brats until die."

"Nothing else?"

"What more do you want from me?"

Flotte couldn't answer, and she didn't know what she wanted Snape to do by asking this question. In short, it was just weird, and she didn't know why she still wanted to ask.

But... what bothers her the most now is... what will she do if Voldemort is completely dead?

To just live and wait for death?very sad.what else?The Mirror of Erised told her that the one she longed for was that her son was still alive.The other one is Snape... What is she going to do, dominate him for the rest of her life?Crazy possessive?What a pervert, what reason does she have to occupy and drag Snape down?The potion that she has made for you for so many years is already for the sake of a friend. She shouldn't bother her after the matter is over. She should find a place where there is no one and continue to try various methods of suicide. Anyway, she is waiting. Die, die sooner the better.

"I don't know what I want you to have, maybe it's like ordinary people, living a healthy and happy life, at least from the perspective of...as a friend." She can only think from the perspective of friends, "We are Friends, right?"

Snape frowned, and found that Flott's recent questions were always sudden and strange: "I also hope that we are just colleagues with each other, but unfortunately, we are indeed friends."

Flotte smiled and said nothing, she was fine.

"What's the matter with you lately?" Snape asked, "I've been wasting time asking these weird questions lately, especially since you came out of the level that protected the Sorcerer's Stone that day, and you started doing that."

In fact, Snape felt that Flott's abnormality at the beginning might be because he was shocked and frightened when he saw the Dark Lord return to Hogwarts in this way, but with Flott's courage, even if it was a fear, it would not last that long For a long time, it must have happened that something he didn't know about.

Flotte curled her lips, and said naturally perfunctory: "I may be in menopause, you know, the god of death said that it will take away my lifespan, and I may be facing aging."

"I don't think..."

"You're not a woman, how could you understand, it must be for this reason, that's right." Flotte interrupted Snape directly.

Snape pursed his lips, lying!However, if he continued to ask, he might not be able to say anything useful because of Fuluote's temper, so he better stop worrying about it here: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Flott looked up into Snape's eyes, and said as naturally as possible: "No, I'm going to go shopping in the shopping street ahead, buy some clothes, and then I'll just find a store with Floo and go back."

"Do you have to buy it today?"

"I just happened to be here, why don't you come with me?" Flotte looked at Snape with a smirk.

Sure enough, Snape changed his expression when he heard Flotte invite him to go shopping, snorted coldly, and disappeared in place by apparating directly.

Seeing Snape disappear, Flotte was relieved.Heh, there are no clothes sellers in front, there are a lot of Muggle hardware stores, and there are also pots and pans sellers. This is just to deceive Snape, who usually only remembers the medicine store and potion store in his mind.She sent Snape away just to get some peace for herself.

Since we are friends, then forget about those things in the Mirror of Erised that you have but don’t get. Snape is right. Instead of chasing those extravagant hopes that you will never get, it’s better to ignore them and treat them as a piece of old junk. Mirror, that's all.

Do what you should do with peace of mind, protect Harry, and help Snape complete the mission, that's enough, don't think about what you have, anyway, you are useless now and you can't live to a big age, just don't drag others down.

Pretend you didn't see it, forget it...

Flote kept thinking about the words to teach herself in her heart, and then repeated forget it, forget it... until she felt a little calmer, she took a step and walked to the shop in the distance.

But at this moment, a gust of cool wind suddenly blew behind Flotte, and then she heard a familiar voice: "Can't you buy clothes with an owl at home? I'm afraid your almond-sized brain won't be able to get back..."

Then she stepped forward, and regardless of what Flotte was about to say, she just grabbed her arm, another apparition.

The moment she left the ground, Flotte had only one thought in her mind: why is this dead bat usually a piece of wood, and once she calmed down, she made such... er... heart-warming and considerate actions, this person is probably poisonous ?