HP's Wretched

"Put away your wands and don't wave them in my eyes!"

The originally noisy classroom became quiet in an instant after such an order came. All the students looked at a female professor wearing a brown and black wizard robe standing at the back door of the classroom at the same time. The teacher of the class - Flote Luster.

Flotte was very satisfied with the quietness of the students, then raised her hand and patted the bookcase next to her vigorously.

After being slapped, the bookcase seemed to have magic, and the books inside were spit out one by one, and the spit out books were also lined up in the air and sent to each student's desk.

"You don't need to hold a magic wand in my class, so you can put it in your sleeves, don't take it out and wave it in front of me." It is unique and soft, but the volume is not small. Every word uttered by the bright red lips always has a special charm, "You only need to bring three things when you come to my class in the future, eyes, ears, and the things you often forget. Bring your brains."

The classroom is very quiet, except for Flotte's voice, the rest is her rhythmic high-heeled shoes hitting the ground.

"I never mind if my students bring books, because I have a lot of books here. But if you don't bring your brains, I'm really sorry, I can't borrow these things." Flotte walked to At the podium, he turned around, looked around the classroom, and was familiar with the faces of the students, "Some students may have seen me before, and some may think that I am very strange. Now I will introduce myself collectively. My name is Flote Luster, is your ancient rune professor, you can call me Professor Luster, or Mrs. Luster."

This class is taught by Gryffindor and Slytherin in the third grade. The two most troublesome houses and the most frightening restless age, but fortunately, there is no high-risk ancient runes. operate.

"Today is the first time in your life that you are so interested in learning ancient rune, and it may also be the last time in your life that you are interested in ancient rune, because the process of learning a language is always boring and tedious. Who can appreciate the subtlety of these words from the very beginning. So after the first class every year, there will always be some students who regret choosing such a class. But..." Flotte changed the subject, " What I want you to remember is that the ancient rune is very important, because only after you have learned it can you have the most basic qualifications to have an ideological dialogue with those ancient great wizards."

The students in the audience, especially the good student Hermione Granger, stared at Flott intently.

Flotte came to the front of the blackboard, raised her hand and patted the blackboard lightly as before.After a while, a word "Ancient Rune" appeared on the blackboard.

"Who can tell me what is called ancient runes?"

As soon as Flotte finished speaking, Hermione who was sitting below raised her hand positively as quickly as possible, and Draco who was in the first row also raised her hand with a sense of leisure. .

This was definitely the scene Flotte didn't want to see the last time, and it was more uncomfortable than no one was willing to answer.

"Miss Granger." In any case, ordinary teachers were unwilling to give an unfair impression to the students in the first class, except for an unusual teacher like Snape.

Hearing that Hermione's name was called by Flotte first, Draco's face quickly turned bad, and he turned to look at Hermione who was sitting a few rows behind him, with some disgust and jealousy in his eyes.

Hermione, who stood up to answer the question, was obviously very happy, as if she enjoyed the process very much: "Ancient runes refer to the writings left in ancient times. Some ancient books and spells are written using these writings. The most common ones are The runes were gradually translated into the current language as time went on."

"Very well, two more points from Gryffindor." Flott said with a satisfied smile, and then motioned Hermione to sit down, "As Miss Granger said just now, many ancient books are written by Written in ancient magic texts, many ancient books are the embryonic form of the textbooks you study, such as potions, transfiguration, spells, etc. Oh, by the way, when it comes to potions, your most beloved Professor Snape must have a lot of them Take me as a negative case for you?"

Some of the students below covered their mouths and laughed secretly when they heard this. That's right, their understanding of this professor was all based on Professor Snape's "propaganda" every year, and some students even just wanted to see this professor. The ancient rune came from the demeanor of a leader in the crucible palace.But what they didn't expect was that Flotte took the initiative to mention this matter.

Seeing the reaction of the students under the stage, Flotte has not known how many times he cursed the dead bat in his heart, heh, blackmail me in front of the children, take me as a negative case, and speak like himself It seems that the ancient rune can be handed out, fifty steps and a hundred steps.

As we all know, the most careful person in Hogwarts is not only Snape, but also Flott who is tied for the first place with him.

Flotte crossed her hands in front of her belly, stood gracefully upright, her red lips curled into a faint sneer, and said jokingly: "To be honest, if those ancient magic text researchers hadn't translated the ancient potion expert's Experience, like your dean's rune talent, I am worried whether his crucible will blow up as much as mine."

Hearing this, the students below were bursting with joy, especially those Gryffindors. Even Neville, who was usually the quietest in class, couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh till he was trembling.This was the first time the students had seen a professor who dared to blackmail Snape so blatantly, and they definitely came to the right class.

"Okay, let's get down to business..."

……

After class, the students left the classroom one after another. Flotte was also collecting her lesson plans on the podium, and just when she was about to move and put them in the cabinet, she saw her most beloved godson—Della Co came over to her.

"Godmother, why didn't you ask me to answer questions in class, instead of calling that Mudblood, you even gave Gryffindor House extra points!" Draco looked really angry.

Flotte helplessly put down the document in her hand, and said, "Xiaolong, don't call someone a mudblood casually in the future, this is an ugly word."

"But she is..."

"Your father would never humiliate a girl like this in front of people, this is the most basic etiquette of a gentleman." Flotte looked into Draco's eyes and said earnestly, "Besides, I answer questions casually. "

Draco seemed to purse his lips, but his mood was still a little irritated: "Except for Professor Snape, I feel that other professors like that know-it-all who is bluffing, even you."

Flotte raised her hand and stroked Draco's hair, and said with a smile: "Why do I think you are so jealous when you say that?"

"Jealous? What jealousy? I just can't get used to it. I can't get used to Saint Potter and his know-it-all friend, and that red-haired Weasley! She thinks she can do anything just because she's the first in grade, look at how she answered the question." so cool."

Flott usually thinks that Draco has always been very sensible, why is he always so impatient and even useless when he encounters people and things in Gryffindor? He must have learned from his father, the evil Lu Xiu s.

Flotte tried her best to enlighten me gently: "Okay, you promised me when you were in the first grade, stay away from Mr. Potter, look at you now, you don't leave him three times a day."

"How can I..."

"You have it everywhere! Tell me, haven't you always regarded your father as an idol? Haven't you always wanted to be like your father? Then be a little gentleman first, and don't keep talking about mudbloods and poor ghosts. It's kind of ugly to talk about it."

"Understood, godmother." Draco's expression was still a little unhappy.

"Okay, I'll call you first when I answer the question next time, regardless of whether you know the question or not, I'll call you, okay?"

Draco curled his lips, and whispered a little cowardly: "Farewell, I don't know how embarrassing you are calling me, just raise your hand and call me."

"Aren't you very brave just now, why are you cowardly now?"

"I do not have!"

Seeing this stubborn expression of unwillingness to admit, it was almost carved out of the same mold as Lucius.

"Okay, hurry up and go to the next class, remember what you promised me today." Flott pinched Draco's cheek.

"Got it." Draco replied with a long voice, then waved to Flotte, and ran out of the classroom.

Looking at Draco's back, Flotte couldn't help sighing, hey, kids of this age like to be competitive, especially this kind of natural rival, don't fight for something to happen again, tsk tsk tsk Aren't the hijackers and Snape back then the best cases.

However, Flotte's open mouth has never been allowed to be good or bad. Sure enough, within two days, Draco had an accident.

……

"Professor Luster!" Flotte had just finished teaching the sixth graders when a chubby kid hurried into the classroom.

Flotte looked at the fat boy panting heavily in front of her, feeling an ominous premonition in her heart, and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Gore, do you need me urgently?"

Goyle tried hard to squeeze out the incoherent words from his shortness of breath: "Draco...our dean...let me...tell...Draco...infirmary...in...infirmary .”

"Draco in the infirmary?"

"Correct."

Flotte didn't care whether the information on the table was in order, and hurried to the school hospital. Gore, who was sending the letter behind, hadn't even breathed yet, so he was forced to follow Flotte. It seems that I have to start losing weight, this is what Gore is thinking now.

……

When she was about to arrive at the school hospital, Flott saw Snape, Dumbledore, and Hagrid standing at the door not far away.

"How is Draco? Where is he hurt? Is it serious?" Flotte almost abandoned all her usual elegance, and was so anxious that she almost grabbed Snape and shook her.

Seeing Flotte's collapse, Dumbledore hurriedly comforted him: "Draco is fine, it should be just a broken bone, and Poppy is fixing his bone."

"Fracture! How could it be fractured?"

"Uh..." Hagrid had guilt written all over his face, he really wanted to say something, but he didn't know how.

"He was kicked by an animal in Care of Fantastic Beasts class." Snape's tone was relatively calm, but the frown still betrayed his current worry.

"What animal?"

"It's Buckbeak..." Hagrid said guiltily, "it's a hippogriff."

Hippogriff?Flotte knew this kind of animals. Although they were not ferocious creatures, their size couldn't be considered safe and cute!But it does fit Hagrid's aesthetics.

Flott suppressed her anger. She usually has a good relationship with Hagrid and can be called a friend. She didn't want to get angry with her friend, but it was his pet that caused Flott's godson to break a bone!Merlin, she really treats Draco as her own son, can she not be angry about this?

Flotte pursed her lips, took a deep breath hard, and asked, "Why did you take the students to see such a huge monster?"

"I just... just want to make the students' lessons more colorful, and Buckbeak has a very docile personality. I didn't expect Mr. Malfoy to really anger him."

Flotte didn't know what to say now, she knew it was useless to blame Hagrid blindly now, and besides, when the Malfoys came, Hagrid would have to face more difficult things.

Flutter pointed to the entrance of the school hospital, and asked, "Can I go in and have a look now?"

Dumbledore stopped him and said, "Poppy wait a minute, you also know that what she dislikes the most is others disturbing her treatment."

"Did you inform Lucius about them?" Flott asked Snape.

"Notice, I think their meeting should be coming soon." Snape said coldly, hurting the precious heir of the Malfoy family, Lucius would never let it go this time.

Hagrid's current mood is still very remorseful, and he is even a little afraid of his parents' questioning for a while, but fortunately, Dumbledore is by his side to accompany him.

"I think I should also go to the door to meet the two parents." Dumbledore said, "Leave the situation inside to Severus, you and Flott. Hagrid, come with me."

Hagrid nodded resentfully, then followed Dumbledore and left here together.

"Oh, when do you think it will be ready here? I want to go in and have a look." Flotte was anxious and chattered impatiently.

There was no expression on Snape's face, and he said flatly, "Madame Pomfrey, it will probably take a while for the medicine to be dispensed."

"I thought you were going to help her dispense medicine in there."

Hearing this sentence, Snape seemed to have thought of something, looked at Flotte and sneered, "Let's forget it, with my rune technique, without the help of an expert like you, I'm afraid I'll lose it." Your cauldron will blow up the entire school hospital just like you did."

In fact, the real situation was that Snape was going to help Madam Pomfrey dispense the medicine, but he came a bit late, and she had already started, so he didn't dare to disturb her too much.

"..." This sentence sounds very familiar... Isn't this what she said in class to retaliate against Snape!Well!The speed of the spread is quite fast. The right owner will know it within two days. So what if she knows, she, Flotte, is not afraid to admit it. Anyway, you are the one who belittles me first!

Wait... When you are so impatient, you still have the time to say this, you childish ghost, narrow-minded king!

Flott stared at Snape extremely dissatisfied, and then said with anger and narrow-mindedness: "You childish ghost, blow you to death!"

... I don't know who is naive!Snape also narrowed his eyes, and was about to sarcastically go back when the door of the school hospital opened.

"How's it going? How's Draco?" Flotte hurried forward and asked.

Madam Pomfrey was obviously taken aback by the excited Flotte, but said slowly: "It's nothing serious, it will be fine in a few days."

Hearing these words, Flotte breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried inside...