HP's Wretched

In the past few months after returning from France, Flotte's mental state has not been very good, and she is always exhausted.Although her biggest worry - purifying Gumantong, it can be said that great progress has been made, but for Fluote, she still doesn't feel a little bit of relief.

Flotte was walking in the corridors of the school with a few books in her hand, except for occasionally smiling back at the students who passed by to say hello, she was always expressionless.

She was standing outside the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and when she was about to speak to tell the portrait to open the door, the door opened by itself first...

"Professor Luster, good afternoon." The one who opened the door was Harry Potter. Judging by the appearance of him holding the schoolbag, he should have just finished his homework, but Flott didn't know what the tutoring was.

"Hello, Mr. Potter." Flotte put on her usual friendly smile.

Flott thought it was just an ordinary and brief polite greeting, but when she was about to put away her smile and walk into the office, she heard Harry stop her.

"Well, professor, just wait a moment."

Flott turned her head to look at Potter again, and found that the child was scratching his head in embarrassment, and the slightly flushed face showed that he had not yet organized the language of the question.Flotte still smiled softly as usual, and she roughly guessed what the child was struggling to ask.

"That day, that day Hermione and Neville brought us a chocolate biscuit, and they told me you made it."

Flotte pretended to be puzzled at first, and then suddenly remembered something and suddenly realized: "Ah, I remembered, I made too many biscuits that day, so I asked them to take them back. What's the matter, are they not delicious?"

Harry quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, it's delicious, I should say very delicious. But I want to ask you, was your biscuit recipe taught by someone else, or was it researched?"

"Uh... why do you ask such a question?" Ha, I was really hooked.

"When I was young, my mother-in-law was very kind to me and used to make me these chocolate chip cookies, and they tasted almost exactly like yours, but then she moved away and I didn't eat them anymore I've been here." When Harry talked about the mother-in-law who was good to him, his green eyes always had a special light.

"Mother-in-law? The person who taught me this formula is indeed an old woman."

"Really?" Harry's eyes widened suddenly.

"Well, I met that mother-in-law when I was traveling in Germany. I stayed in her house at the beginning. I heard from her that she is also British. Later, she was taken to Germany by her son. Her name seems to be... Fran Ni, I don't know if I'm talking to you alone."

After hearing the name that Flotte said, Harry almost jumped up with excitement. He nodded frantically and said, "Yes, yes, Grandma Fronny, that's her."

"That's quite a coincidence."

"Is Grandma Frannie okay? How is her body?" Harry asked with concern.

Flotte smiled softly, but this time the smile was more from the heart: "She is fine, and she should be in good health. If she knows that you are still thinking about her, she will be very happy. "In reality, the "mother-in-law" herself is indeed very happy.

Harry was very happy with Flott's answer, but there was always a little sadness in this happy smile: "I don't know if I can see my mother-in-law again in the future."

"The old lady has a good physique, and she will definitely live a long life. I think you will have a chance to see her when you grow up." This is a lie, although it has been a lie from beginning to end, but it can make this It's a white lie that kids are happier when they're young.Flutter comforted herself.

"Thank you, Professor, thank you for telling me this today, and thank you for the biscuits." Harry thanked Flott very politely.

"I didn't expect my biscuits to bring back such good memories of you." Flotte said softly, "If you want to eat them in the future, you can tell me..."

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Flotte felt a little complacent at this time. If she had only scored zero in Potter's heart a second ago, then after this matter, she should probably have passed in the child's heart.

There was no way, there were so many things that Snape didn't care about, and there were even more entanglements in his heart.But she is not Snape, since she said she wanted to help him protect the child, of course the first step is to hook up and gain trust is the most important thing, since Snape can't do it, then she, Flotte, can do it for him alright.It's kind of mean, but it works.

Flott politely knocked on the half-open door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and didn't go in until a male voice responded from inside.

"Meet Harry just now?" Lupine temporarily put down the lesson plans he was sorting out, raised his head and said to Flott familiarly.

Flotte shrugged and said very briefly: "Obviously." She was unwilling to reveal anything in front of Lupin.

"I've brought you the books you asked me to borrow." Flotte raised a few books in her hands, then raised her eyebrows and looked at Lupine who was busy and couldn't move his hands, "I should let you read them." where?"

"Thank you very much. I'm really sorry that you put it on the table closest to you. I can't get my hands on this document." Lupine said with a little embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Flotte said as she walked towards the table closest to her, but before she could get close, the big wooden box beside her began to make a "dong dong" impact...

Flotte hurriedly took a step back, staring vigilantly at the still rattling box: "What's in it?"

"It's nothing, it's just a Boggart. You know, the boxes at Hogwarts have been in disrepair for a long time." Lupine didn't stop what he was doing when he spoke.

Flotte frowned slightly in disgust, but walked towards the front table without taking it seriously.

But when she just put the book on the table, the box behind her made a "click", and then a gust of wind mixed with the smell of corpses blew the hair around Flott's ears.

Flotte turned around, and was not surprised to see an extremely familiar baby carriage covered with yellow stains and dripping with foul-smelling oil behind her.

Her complexion was the same as usual, and she even spoke in a joking tone, but Flotte's eyes were unwilling to gather at the familiar stroller: "Don't tell me, this is a surprise for me. "

Lupine, who was obviously busy at the side, noticed the situation here, he hurriedly put down his work, then drew out his wand, and beat the boggart into the box.Lupine touched his nose and said guiltily, "The lock of the box is also loose. I'm really sorry that I surprised you."

Flotte waved her hand and said indifferently: "This is not a shock, but what I am more curious about is that Boggart's courses are all in the first half of the semester, so why is it still here instead of in the warehouse?"

Flott was curious about the Boggart still in the office, but Lupine, who had just witnessed the whole process of Boggart's transformation, became interested in Flott's fear.

"I'm just doing special training for Harry. You know, how many people have nightmares about dementors, and Harry is still a child." Lupine explained gently.

"So, you used Boggart's transformation to train Harry's ability to fight against dementors? As we all know, only evoker guards are effective against dementors, and I don't think it's okay for a third-year child to learn such advanced spells." suitable."

Hearing Flotte's worrying statement, Lupine almost didn't laugh: "Everyone can question this, but you can't. I remember that you knew more than just textbooks in the third and fourth grades."

Fluote naturally knew what he was talking about, so she replied with a sneer: "To each other, you robbers have more little secrets."

Hearing the words "Robber", a wry smile appeared on Lupine's mouth, his attention gradually shifted to the box containing the Boggart, and then he said lightly, "Honestly, I'm here I don’t even want to believe it now, it was Sirius Black who betrayed James and Lily. Do you know what Sirius’ Boggart is?”

"what?"

"It's himself, the one who joined the Death Eaters." Lupine put his hands in his pockets, but his eyes were still fixed on the box. We were not allowed to participate when we were in the middle of the night. So we happened to come across this box in the warehouse during a night tour one night, and then let it out to play, and no one except us I know. He is so afraid of joining the Death Eaters, so afraid of becoming a heinous person, how could he help the mysterious man to betray his friends and justice."

It's really different, this is Flott's first thought after listening to Lupine talking about this.

"To tell you something you might not believe, I actually don't really believe that he betrayed the Potters." Flott leaned on the table and said suddenly, "But the reason is not a compliment, I just feel that He has no brains for that."

"No, Sirius is smart," Lupine retorted.

"The brainless thing I'm talking about doesn't mean that he's stupid, but that he doesn't have the brains and patience to be a spy. You also know that he is more stubborn, and he will be whatever he looks for. He will be a member of the Order of the Phoenix if he wants to. It cost his life for this struggle, and I don't think he has a second nerve to do the opposite."

Lupine didn't say a word. He felt that what Flotte said should be a compliment to Sirius, but it still sounded so awkward...

"Actually, I knew Sirius Black earlier than any of you." Maybe it was the chatterbox that opened up, or maybe it was Lupine who made a good start, but Flotte also started to look back, "I'm very happy. When I was young, I was taken by Old Buford to visit various famous pure-blood families, including the Black family. In order to tighten the relationship between the two families, it is common for the children of the two families to play together, so I actually knew Sirius Black back then."

"But I never heard him talk about it."

Flotte smiled, indicating that this is normal, and then explained: "I basically don't show up in front of him. Do you know why?"

"why?"

"Because the first time I saw him was in the backyard of his house, and at that time he happened to climb up a tree with a stick, and then stabbed a hornet's nest... and was stung by a hornet ...From then on, I began to feel that he was not normal..."

"..." Lupine's expression was distorted at the moment. He wanted to laugh but felt that this matter should not be laughed at, but now he knew why Sirius Black usually walked around Flott. It turned out that Flott Lotter knew too much about his embarrassment.

"How's Harry's spirit guard learning?" Flotte suddenly changed the topic to Harry.

After pondering his words for a while, Lupine raised his eyes and replied, "It can form a barrier, but it doesn't have the form of a patron saint."

"It's already very good to be able to do the barrier in the third grade. After I got married, uh, that is, when you were in the seventh grade, you only learned to call the gods to guard." In fact, the reason why she has been unsuccessful is not because her magic ability is not up to the standard. It's that she didn't have many happy memories that could form a patron saint since she was a child. It wasn't until she was told that she was pregnant that she had a truly happy memory.

Flotte glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and knew that it was getting late, and she should go back to judge the homework: "Okay, I won't disturb you by chatting with you here, I should go back too, the book I I put it here for you, just let me read it."

Lupine nodded and was about to see off the guest, but suddenly remembered to write some instructions and asked, "You shouldn't need this book for the next two months, right? I borrowed it for a long time."

"I shouldn't need it. If I want to use it, I'll get it from you when I come back..."

However, it turns out that after more than a month, Flotte may have to thank the flag set this time...

The author has something to say:

Transition chapter... The next two chapters should be the most important two chapters in Azkaban...

I'm sorry, I missed it yesterday, so I should catch up with the progress tomorrow and there will be another chapter.

I feel like writing a novel is like running a marathon now. I’m so tired in the second half of the run T﹏T