HP's Wretched

The most memorable smell of Hogwarts is by no means the smell of the auditorium during the meal and the smell of grass from the Quidditch practice ground. It should be said that it is the unique smell of disinfectant in the school hospital. Have a unique sense of fear.Especially Hermione, who woke up today, will never forget the scene of a group of professors having a meeting around her hospital bed.

"I still feel ashamed when I think about it now. A lot of our professors have been studying the secret room for more than half a year, and even tried to tear down Hogwarts. They are not as good as a few children." Professor McGonagall said in his tone Full of disbelief and annoyance.

A certain professor who once proposed to tear down Hogwarts comforted himself in a low voice: "Maybe our thinking is more complicated. You must know that children's thinking is relatively simple and straightforward. We may have to go around the corner."

Flotte herself was also annoyed why they didn't think of asking the old headmaster first, maybe the detour would not be so big, but she stupidly checked the information for half a year, and almost put the whole Hogwarts The library was emptied: "However, these three children's minds are indeed quite clever, but it's a pity that only Miss Granger puts this clever mind into studying."

"You actually call their reckless behavior of rushing to feed snakes for dinner smart?" Snape retorted blankly at what Flott just said.

Dumbledore giggled twice, his white beard trembled slightly, and his face was more rosy than when the accident happened a few days ago: "It is not reckless to use the right place to produce good results. , That’s called bravery, of course, it’s really not worth advocating for them to take risks regardless of their own lives.”

"Hush...Miss Granger seems to be awake." Professor Sprout's words diverted the attention of all the other professors to Hermione, "Oh, boy, it's good that you're awake. "

Hermione, who just opened her eyes, was obviously startled by the professors standing around her hospital bed: "Professors...Professors? You, why are you here? Wait...Where am I? "

"Have you forgotten? When you left the library that day, you met the monster in the secret room, and then petrified." Flotte reminded.

Listening to Flotte's narration, Hermione suddenly realized: "I remembered, that day I heard a very strange sound around the corner, I didn't dare to pass by, so I wanted to use the mirror to see what it was, and then...then I don't remember. Oh, yes! I know what monster is in the Chamber of Secrets! It's a basilisk! He moves through Hogwarts pipes."

When Hermione said about the Chamber of Secrets, she was so excited that she wanted to sit up. She wanted to tell her friends about her discovery that day, so she ran out.

"Miss Granger, you don't need to get excited." Professor McGonagall who was standing beside her supported her student, "The matter in the Chamber of Secrets has been resolved, and the basilisk is dead."

"Really? That's great!" Hermione's face showed great surprise, and then she let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing Hermione alive and kicking now, Flotte let go of the heart that has been gripping her for so long, and even now she has not forgotten the terrible experience that day.Flotte seemed to be complaining uncontrollably, and said regretfully, "You agreed to wait for me in the library, why did you run out by yourself?"

Hermione twisted her fingers guiltily, and apologized cautiously: "I'm sorry, Professor Luster, for worrying you, the main reason is that I figured out how the basilisk moves, and wanted to tell Harry and them right away, so I didn't Just wait until you run out."

"Miss Granger, I hope that next time you discover any information, you should report it to the professor instead of taking risks with your classmates." Professor McGonagall said sternly.

"I'm sorry, professors, I won't do it next time. This time it's mainly because last year, last year we told you that... No, someone wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone. You didn't believe us, so this time we wanted to I'll tell you after I find the real evidence." It was so dangerous, Hermione almost mentioned that they mistakenly thought that Professor Snape was going to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, but she changed her mind.Hermione glanced carefully at Professor Snape, her expression was still the same, with some disdain, it's okay.

Professor McGonagall obviously remembered what happened last time, and was a little speechless. Indeed, if these children said that, these professors might not take it seriously.Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, and tried to speak on behalf of the professors to express their apology for their distrust of the children: "Next time, no matter what, you still have to tell us. After all, your safety comes first. Last time it was true... It’s true that I didn’t trust your words.”

Seeing Professor McGonagall expressing apology to herself, Hermione was a little flustered, and hurriedly replied: "Professor McGonagall, don't...don't say that, we are too arrogant, we will definitely report to you in time next time, I will never worry you again."

"Okay, since everyone is happy with the ending, don't mention this matter anymore, just pay attention to it in the future." Dumbledore took the conversation with a smile, "I am really relieved by this matter, Hogwarts. It's very proud that Cici can cultivate this kind of students. But then again, Miss Granger, how do you know that the basilisk moved from the pipes to every corner of the school?"

As soon as a topic with technical content was mentioned, Hermione became interested: "That's right, I have to thank Professor Luster for this matter. I asked her the other day what could lead to every corner of Hogwarts, and she said that Hogwarts Gwartz's sewers are well developed, and then I thought of plumbing!"

For a moment, all the professors' eyes turned to Flotte...

... selling well!Flotte felt like she was the culprit.

"Flott, you're trying to take the lead." Snape sneered and said sarcastically,

Flott gave Snape a sharp sideways glance in return for the sarcasm.

Hermione grabbed the quilt and watched the professors' reactions in embarrassment. She felt that she might have said something wrong.

"What are you guys doing around here!" Madam Pomfrey, the queen of the school hospital, said, "I don't know if the patient is going to rest? Will you hold a meeting in the principal's office? Now, all the idlers go out!"

When the queen of the school hospital spoke, even the school's boss, Principal Dumbledore, had to be obedient.

"Even Filch's cat is out of danger, I think the matter of the Chamber of Secrets can come to an end." Principal Dumbledore said, "It's going to be a holiday soon, and I'm going to find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again. gone."

"If you look at the so-called teaching job applications, you will find that there is no need to go outside to find those idiots." Snape said coldly, he really resented this position.

Dumbledore looked lovingly behind his crescent glasses: "Severus, I think we've already talked about this."

Snape let out a snort of disdain.

"Severus, I also advise you not to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Seriously, look at the past two years." Professor Flitwick also persuaded Snape, "One is dead, one is now Lying in St. Mungo's, we don't want to lose you."

"Although I still feel that this is alarmist, but the second half, I agree with what Felius said." Professor McGonagall also changed his usual serious look and said with a gentle smile.

The other professors also nodded.

Although all these represent all the professors' recognition of Snape's good intentions, Snape still twitched his facial muscles, feeling uncomfortable all over, and stood there stiffly at a loss, who made him thin-skinned.

Flott could see that Snape was at a loss in embarrassment. After all, he was usually able to say something when he taunted others, and he could sneer at this flattery and then return it gracefully. Tsk tsk tsk, I'm stuck here.You have to rely on people like Flotte who can (lian) speak (pi) be good at (zei) argue (hou): "Principal, if you find a suitable professor candidate, please let me know." I really want to see Let's see what bad luck is coming.

"We're curious too. Seriously, as long as it's not something like Lockhart this time, we're fine," Professor Flitwick added.

Dumbledore said with a smile: "This time it was just an accident, and I think it is also a big accident for the Order of Merlin."

"You should review your assessment of the professor's ability." Snape condemned blankly.

"That's right..." The gentle Professor Sprout actually added this time, it seems that the Lockhart incident really hurt them too deeply this time.

"Compared with this job issue, I am more concerned about whether I can survive next year."

"With Mr Potter's valor, there can be no peace."

"Severus, I want you to sincerely praise Gryffindor's courage just once."

"I've always been sincere..."

The golden sunset hits the corridor from the window, and a group of professors are talking and laughing with the sunshine, without hatred, without death, just like a family warmly accompanying them on the way...

A few years later, I don't know if Professor McGonagall, sitting in the principal's office, will stare blankly at the portraits of Dumbledore and Snape, recalling the sunshine today...

……

Flott has never been a pure-bloodist, especially after living in the Muggle world for nearly eight years, she has recognized that the wisdom of Muggles is definitely not inferior to that of wizards, and even stronger in some aspects.However, not all Muggles everywhere made such a good impression on her.For example, today...

Flotte stood in the dark and narrow alley. Her expensive bright red coat seemed out of place with the environment here, and it was so dazzling that it always attracted a few blind people.

Flotte raised the corners of her lips, and stared coldly at the two exaggerated and dirty hooligans in front of her.

"Hey, is this beautiful lady lost, do you want us to take you out?" The person who came had his pockets in his hands, but from the leaking arms, he could see how dirty he was.

"It looks like a rich businessman's little wife at first glance. Could it be that the rich old man can't satisfy you and wants to be comfortable here?" The mouth was full of obscenities.

Flotte smiled softly and didn't say a word, but she quickly took out an extremely small thing from her pocket, and with a "bang", one of the hooligans knelt down on the ground with an exclamation , covering the inner thigh with his hand, the gushing blood oozed from between his fingers, he screamed in pain, and his body kept shaking.

"What a pity." Flotte's voice has always been soft, even with a bit of a delicate tone, but the voice that should have drawn people's daydreams always reveals an indescribable coldness.Flotte held a palm-sized pocket revolver in his hand, the silver body of the gun reflected light, and the barrel of the gun was still smoking due to the friction of the bullet just now, "I almost made you die forever." I can’t feel comfortable anymore. But it’s okay, you still have a chance, I’ll give you five seconds.”

"5...4..."

As Flotte counted down, the two hooligans started to get up from the ground in a panic. They didn't even care about the bleeding hole in their inner thighs. They ran forward in a panic, shouting crazily.

"2...1!" As soon as the countdown was over, Flotte raised her pistol and pulled the trigger at the two running figures. With the sound of "bang bang bang", the entire Spider Alley came to a standstill. The crows flapped their wings and flew up in fright.

However, until all six bullets were fired, none of the two hooligans in front fell down, because none of them hit...

"..." Flotte looked at the smoking pistol speechlessly. What kind of sharpshooter is all deceitful in novels. This thing can't be compared with her magic wand at all!

"The marksmanship is terrible." The door of a nearby family opened at some unknown time, and a man in black robe stood on the steps, commenting on Flott's marksmanship with a look of disgust.

Flotte didn't even have to turn her head to know that the person standing there was exactly the person she was looking for here.She took out a dark green handkerchief from her pocket, wiped the gun lightly, and said, "I'm still practicing recently."

Ever since the basilisk appeared behind her and almost swallowed her alive, Flott decided to find some way to save her life, otherwise she would not even have a chance to resist when she was in danger, so she could only point at Snape. Help, this is really useless, she didn't want to drag anyone down, so she made a small mess, even though the shell is made by Muggles, but the bullet still has a magical effect, and it can also cause damage to wizards , of course, the premise is to get it right.

"When did you come out?"

Snape squinted at the dark green handkerchief, he always felt a little familiar: "I heard your voice coming out."

"Then why don't you make a move, don't you worry about my weak woman getting hurt?"

Snape was worried for a while when he heard the gunshot, but when he opened the door, he realized that he should be more worried about the robbers who were being targeted.Flotte really has nothing to do with the word weak woman.Snape didn't want to spend any more time with this question with Flotius: "What are you looking for me for?"

"You didn't reply to the message that Dumbledore said he sent you, and you didn't reply to the letter I sent the owl, so I was worried if you were still alive." Flott put away the pistol and looked up and down Sne Pu, sure enough, your mental state is not good, and you still have greasy hair and a face that has been smeared by medicine. You must have done another experiment without sleep and food. "Sure enough, your state is limited to being alive."

Snape's face darkened, and he felt that his precious experiment time had been delayed for another 2 minutes, so he stopped greeting Flott angrily, turned around and walked into the house, leaving Flott alone. There is a door.

"You must improve that wolfsbane potion? You have been experimenting for two years." Seeing Snape's appearance, Flott knew without guessing that he still failed. "The audience for this medicine is not big. And the price is high, not worth it.”

"I'm doing potions, not business."

"Okay, okay, just pretend I didn't say it." A screwed-up person like Snape wouldn't listen to what he said, so Flotte chose to give up.

After Flott entered the house, she was still complaining about why Snape sold such a good Prince Manor and moved it back to this poor place. Then she went into the kitchen familiarly, and opened the expected empty kitchen. refrigerator.

"Very good, I know you've been living on bread." Flotte said as she threw the bag on the table, and took out various ingredients and some instant food from it, "This stuff is enough You eat until school starts."

"Flott, do you have to fight the house elf?" Snape said, leaning against the door frame.

"If you eat with peace of mind, I will come to you without self-torture. By the way, why don't you let the house elves of Hogwarts bring you food?"

"It's too much trouble to greet them."

Flott gave Snape a wide-eyed look.

"Tell me you came to me for something other than really wanting to be a house-elf."

"Of course there is something." Flotte was talking, but the hand cutting the vegetables didn't stop, "Dumbledore told me that Nicolas May agreed with me to use the Philosopher's Stone, but he wanted to meet Guman first. Tong, and then see if this works, I think I'll have to go to France."

"When?"

"It's Christmas time."

"go by yourself?"

"Dumbledore should be with you." After Flott finished speaking, she didn't know why, she just wanted to wait for Snape to say: I will accompany you.

"...Well, that's fine."

Well, didn't wait...