HP's Wretched

Flotte walked up and down in the school building, wandering aimlessly, she didn't want to go back to the dormitory, because she didn't want to remember that horrible scene in her dream.In the darkness, following the irregular turns of the stairs, Flotte slowly stepped into the library and stopped.She walked into the library, thinking, Snape isn't here, is he?Um!Very likely.

In the library, the tall bookcases are close to each other, like a giant standing by the window, blocking the moonlight, but this is also good, Flote does not want to see the damn moonlight now, she will Following the order of the bookcases, he wandered in one by one. He didn't know what he was looking for, so he walked slowly like this, using it to forget those fears.

She wandered to the self-study area of ​​the library, and finally stopped, not because she was tired or because she had a goal, but because she felt some unusual feelings.

This has magic waves!It is very strong, and can be felt by the students. The caster must not be the teacher. With the strength of the teacher's mana, it can cover up his own magic waves, so that the students can't feel it.The only one who is still here at this late hour is that stinky bat! (Totally forgot that I was in the library)

Flotte whispered to the empty table, "Curse Listop." The light that came along with the spell stung Flott's eyes. She slowly opened her eyes. Just as she got used to the intensity of the light, she saw Pairs of black eyes were glaring at him, Flotte staggered a step in fright.

"Buford, don't you sleep at night? Why do you always appear in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Snape frowned deeply.He was already very impatient when he saw Flotte wandering aimlessly just now, and now he broke the obfuscation spell he finally created, is she really idle?Crucible and nocturnal, not at all like a Slytherin.

"I think it would be more appropriate for me to ask you this question?" Flott saw that Snape was indeed at the table, with an impatient expression on his face, which made people angry.

Snape raised his eyebrows, sneered, and slowly opened his mouth and said, "I don't sleep to study, not to run around like a fly like you!" He stared fiercely, then lowered his head and continued Reading a book, I once again regard the person in front of me as air.

"For research! What are you studying, black magic? Thank you for being so righteous."

"Buford, if you're too free, go somewhere else, don't keep your mouth open and talk stupid things!" Snape had already uttered these words through gritted teeth.

Flotte curled her lips, and said no more. She also knew that she seemed to have annoyed the person opposite, and it was better for her to be quiet.

Flotte casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf behind her, then pulled out a chair opposite Snape, sat down leisurely, turned on the fluorescent lights, and started reading.

In fact, she was quite interested in what Snape was looking at, but she didn't want to look up just yet.What will he watch?Potion?Curse?Probably a black curse!It is estimated that he is the only one who uses his sleeping time to improve his abilities.

Slytherin was, and still is, an extremely meritocracy house.People here do not allow the weak to exist, and everyone is more or less cruel by nature. They need leadership, and what leads them is strength.Snape's identity is weak, what makes him survive is not a teacher or a friend, but whether he has this kind of strength, but from now on, it seems that he has...

Flott remembers when she joined the Spelling Group in Slytherin.Although her family is all made of potions, she is not taken seriously in the group, but she has missed many exciting fighting games. It has to be said that Snape's spell casting speed and spell awareness are indeed comparable to Slater's. Lin's senior student, with this ability, it is no wonder that Leicester has not dared to look down on him in recent years.Of course, sitting opposite Flotte studying spells at such a late hour also proved that tenacity and strength are equally important.

Flott finally couldn't help but look at the book in Snape's hand. Snape raised his head to meet Flott's scrutinizing gaze, and frowned impatiently. He was about to speak sarcastically, but saw that Lott smiled friendly, and said softly, "Let's learn from it."

Snape didn't want to waste his time talking, so he simply ignored him. Seeing that he stopped talking, Flotte also took out the notebook that Snape lent her and looked through it. Of course, she occasionally took aim at Snape Two eyes.

"Your notebook doesn't seem to have the knowledge in the book "Black Curses of Ancient Laws". It's just some common spells." The answer was silence. Snape of the dictionary sneered in his heart, and asked in a "reasonable" tone: "Could it be that you don't understand ancient runes?" The murderous cold gaze.Flotte continued with the brave spirit of not fearing death: "Could it be that you didn't go to the study of ancient magic characters for the sake of taking the class with the flower of Gryffindor, and then prepare to study by yourself? Hmm ~ look Come on, I'm right~"

"Buford, it seems that your straw-filled head is not suitable for the library at all. I kindly suggest that you should go back to your bed and be a mentally handicapped child."

"Snape, in fact, there is no need for us to speak ill at each other, we can get along well!" Flotte said slowly in a friendly voice, with a 45° friendly smile at the corner of her mouth, her upper body slowly leaning forward , the green eyes looked towards the red book in Snape's hand from time to time, "For example, I can translate it for you! I have been exposed to ancient runes since I was a child, and it is no problem to translate some spells~ So, show me! As soon as the words fell, Flotte quickly reached out to Snape, wanting to take the red book in front of him, but she completely forgot that Snape was also a Slytherin.When Snape saw those malicious eyes, he became defensive in his heart. When the hands just stretched out, Snape neatly closed the book, and pushed his hand upwards, no matter how Flotte pulled it. , the book is motionless.Flotte stared closely at those dark and unfathomable eyes.The situation was deadlocked.

There was a layer of sarcasm on that stern face, and he was amused by Flott's persistence: "Miss Buford, you are very cunning, but unfortunately you have no brains!" Snape stared at the flushed little face, the meaning of sarcasm is even stronger, "Not only do you have no brains, but your memory doesn't seem to be very good, have you forgotten that a few days ago, you were almost sucked out of your magic power by this book!"

Flott heard Snape's words, and that terrifying picture slowly emerged in Flott's mind. She stopped pulling the book, but fell silent.

Snape slowly moved his hand away. He knew that even if Flotte got the book, she would never be able to open it.

"Many black magic books require blood to open, and the owner of the blood must have the qualifications to open it, such as powerful magic power." Flotte lowered her eyes and looked at the book, thinking.After a moment, she looked up to meet Snape's eyes again, the sarcasm had faded, replaced by calm.Flotte asked slowly, "Then how did you open it?" There was another moment of calm, and Snape didn't want to answer her.

"Magic power enhancer." Not a question, but an affirmation, "Why did Slughorn give you the magic power enhancer material so kindly?"

Snape didn't answer again. Flott didn't think it was tacit consent. She squinted her eyes and looked at Snape, who was already too lazy to pay attention to her. There is only one possibility left: "Did you get it from Orion?"

"You seem to have misunderstood the research direction. What you should understand now is not where I got the potion, but your inability to open it." Snape slowly closed the dictionary in his hand, and with an extremely slow The tone is not loud, but the irony in it is harsh no matter how it sounds.

Flotte curled her lips a little unconvinced: "I'll help you translate, which can save a lot of time, and I can also read the content of this book, how about it?"

"You gave me a base night of Polyjuice Potion, which I thought was great."

"It's not easy to prepare the basic compound decoction at night. You know this. I'll just give you a bottle..."

Before Flott finished speaking, Snape became impatient, said no more, took the red book in the middle of the table in his hand, turned and left.

"Wait a minute, I agree!"

Satisfied, Snape stopped in his tracks, slowly placed the book on the table, took out his wand and tapped his fingertips slightly, and a bright red bead of blood emerged from the tiny wound.He slowly stretched his fingers towards the book, and saw that the book seemed to feel delicious food, and immediately opened its bloody mouth.Originally, the five gold-embellished characters of "Ancient Black Magic" turned into golden fangs, and the red writing invisibly turned into a lip-like existence. This mouth opened greedily, waiting, as if The very hungry bird, before Snape's finger stretched out to his mouth, spit out a page as nimble as a tongue, slowly wrapped around Snape's finger and licked it continuously , as if licking can never be enough.When it retracted between its lips contentedly, the big mouth smacked its lips unsatisfactorily, and finally closed the black hole, and the fangs returned to their original shape.Snape cast a healing spell on the wound before opening the red book.

Flotte, who was watching all this, jokingly said, "Should I bring you the ingredients for the blood tonic?"

Snape ignored Flott, he opened the book to a certain page and handed it to Flott beside him.Flutter gently

Holding the pages of the book and touching each word, she could clearly feel a stream of heat flowing through her body from her fingers, and along with the blood, throughout her body.She closed her eyes, enjoying this special feeling: "Is this power flowing?"

"Yes!" It was just a one-word answer, which made Flotte crave this feeling. It feels so good to have power.

Snape reached out and grabbed Flott's wrist, stopping her endless power-drawing stupidity: "If you can't resist the temptation, stay away from these!"

"Can you restrain yourself?"

Snape didn't answer her, he saw that Flott had opened her eyes and stopped touching, then let go of her wrist and retreated to the original distance.Flotte supported the table with both hands, studying the black magic book seriously.This black magic book is not the best, the Sanskrit on it is not original, like a translation of modern language into Sanskrit, so this book should be a notebook, more can be said to be a book. This kind of experimental record, presumably the owner of this book wants to translate some black magic spells back to ancient magic literature and then cast them.Although most of the current texts are translated from ancient Sanskrit, it is indeed a bit whimsical to translate it, but you can try it.The most widely circulated incantation in Sanskrit is the Avada Kedavra, and the most harmful one should be the Avada Kedavra. As for the other two unforgivable curses that can be successfully recited in Sanskrit, I am afraid it is only a genius. , the man known today as the Mysterious Man, Flott had heard about him as well as the Death Eaters.

There are fewer and fewer black magic books circulating in the world of dark magic. They were either burned or collected by major families. The only way to encounter this good book is at Hogwarts.

She flipped through a few pages lightly, and reading Sanskrit was as easy as reading ordinary text. This special skill did not develop overnight. If her parents often locked her in a small dark room when she was a child, she would not have found it. There are various books about black magic in the house, the most of which are in Sanskrit.

"These are not authentic Sanskrit, and some of them are not even fluent in meaning. They should be artificial translations of modern magic spells back to ancient magic words. No wonder you can understand them even when you are facing a dictionary." Flotte recalled just now Snape translated word by word in the dictionary, and she felt it was funny, because she finally had one thing better than him, and she couldn't do it without a good ridicule.

Snape's face darkened, but he didn't intend to say anything. It's really not worth wasting venom with this kind of person.

"I'll translate, your controller will take notes."

Flotte turned to the first page of the book, read a sentence in Brahmanth, and then translated it. Snape controlled two quills, one for the Brahmanth and the other for the translation, and recorded these in his mind by the way.The two matched each other's speed and maintained unity.

The night is still long, but the fear has long been gone, leaving only silence and beauty.

The author has something to say:

There may be some typos in it, because I originally named the heroine Finia, but later changed it to Flotte.So if you see a typo, please let me know.