HP's Wretched

Flotte gritted her teeth and clenched the magic wand in her hand desperately, still persisting in releasing the curse that burned her soul. However, no matter how strong the willpower was, it was impossible to escape the physical damage caused by the magic burn. lose power.Flotte's hand holding the wand was forced to relax in the pain comparable to being baked by a flame, but in the end she couldn't hold on, and the wand just fell down as soon as the hand loosened.

The silver jackal that was fierce and perverted in the air to attack desperately and protect its master also turned into dots the moment the wand landed, and disappeared into the darkness...

The coldness that had just been dispelled was now re-condensed in a moment.Although the hand after taking off the wand was not as suffocating as before, it was enough to prevent Flott from trying to pick up the wand on the ground again.She clutched her right hand in pain and staggered for a while, but the entire right half of her body was affected by the magic spell just now, and she couldn't stand still and knelt down on the grass that was gradually condensing with frost.

Although Flotte's body was in unbearable pain, her mind was still awake, but no matter how awake she was, in this disadvantaged state, there was no room for maneuver.She smiled wryly at the stupidity of her impulsiveness this time, obviously this time she was in a safe zone outside the fire pit, but Flotte, who has always been selfish and only for her own benefit, took the initiative to risk her life and jumped into the fire pit this time. She is so stupid, when did her IQ drop?It seemed that every time she encountered something related to Snape, she would be uncontrollably impulsive to the point of losing her mind, what a friend.But this time is not too useless, if she hadn't come this time, the food in the mouth of the dementor should be Snape at this time, and it was worth it.

The dementors gathered together again at this time, and the black mass completely covered the little moonlight left.In this complete darkness, Flotte felt unprecedented oppression and fear. She was ready to fight to the death, but under the gaze of the group of dementors, Flotte's little courage gradually faded away. to be emptied.She clenched her trembling hands tightly, and the pain of her nails digging into her flesh made her more conscious. She couldn't wait to die... She couldn't wait to die, even if she died well... If the net is broken, one can be saved!

However, the demon above the head will not give Flott a chance to struggle and resist.

Accompanied by a burst of rancid smell, several ghostly dementors floating in the air swooped towards Flott. They had sensed the prisoner's breath, but they encountered a wolf alone on the way. , I wanted to have a full meal by the way, but suddenly a person who interfered with it came, but this person's mind is full of pain, so her rare and precious happiness seems to be even more delicious...

The momentary feeling of oppression forced Flotte, who was sitting on the ground, to move back, but she knew that this timid action was absolutely useless!Flotte's hand was no longer in pain as before, she gritted her teeth and propped her body up with her hands, and slammed towards the wand that had just rolled to the side.

Those ugly monsters flew to Flott's side, the cold air instantly condensed all of Flott's resistance, and her eyes began to become extremely dark, but she still endured all the discomfort and picked up the magic wand on the ground A final spell was cast in Snape's direction: clear as water!

After chanting the last spell, Flotte had no chance to determine whether she had successfully awakened Snape, because countless bloody and painful memories flooded out of her head like an explosion...

The Thai with scissors, the blood-stained baby carriage, the smoky god of death, countless people who killed her but were killed by her...

Painful memories, along with all the happiness that was taken out of her body and left her, kept tormenting Flotte who fell motionless on the ground, and her remaining will was completely emptied bit by bit.

At the moment when Flotte's head was about to be completely drained, a familiar cold male voice in the distance finally pulled her soul back: "Call God to guard!"

A beam of dazzling light exploded in front of Flotte's eyes, and drove away all the devils floating in front of her eyes at the same time.Flotte's consciousness gradually disappeared, but at the moment of disappearing, she saw clearly the condensed appearance of the beam of light - a silver doe...

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After the dementors broke and fled, Snape struggled to stand up and quickly ran towards Flott.

"Flott! Flott!" Snape lifted Flott's head and patted her face lightly, but the people on the ground didn't respond.

Just when Snape was about to help Flott up, his movements suddenly stopped, because he had just noticed something wrong with Flott by the faint moonlight.Snape quickly released a ball of light into the air, and only then did he fully see the unusual injury on Flott's body.

The right hand, which was originally white and slender, is now covered with large and small black spots, as if black marks have been smoked out of white paper by flames.What is even more shocking is that there are several black spots all over the right half of Flotte's face.

Snape frowned and put his hand on it, and immediately knew something was wrong, this was not an ordinary mark, it should be a magical backlash on the soul, which cannot be removed by ordinary healing spells.Snape cursed inwardly, and when he was about to raise his wand to control the spread of the black spots, a familiar voice sounded in the distance.

"Severus! Great, you're all right!" Several professors who hurried over from a distance obviously recognized Snape's figure, but when they saw the man half-carried by Snape, , everyone exclaimed, "Oh, Merlin! What's wrong with Flotte?"

"The situation is very complicated, and I can't tell. It should be that the soul has been devoured by magic!" Although Snape's voice was the same as usual, the tangled eyebrows also showed his current worry, "I just know a Nothing good will happen to a werewolf at school! As you can see he didn't take his medicine tonight! By the way, there is also Potter, Potter should be deep in the woods, Lupine who was turned into a wolf before I came to find him The road is blocked, hurry up and take a look!"

Now that several professors arrived in time, Snape no longer had to worry about Potter's safety. The most important thing now was to send Flott to the school hospital to stop the spread of Flott's injuries.Snape picked up Flott without hesitation, and hurried towards the castle.

Several professors stopped talking nonsense, and staggered the way for Snape one after another, and some of them went to treat the wolf-turned-Lupin who was kicked by the centaur and knocked unconscious by Snape throwing him into a tree. Then he continued to walk into the depths of the Forbidden Forest...

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Snape, who was unimpeded all the way, finally brought the unconscious Flott into the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey, who was still administering medicine to Ron on the hospital bed, hurriedly put down her work when she saw the situation, trotted over to help Snape put Flott on the hospital bed, and asked anxiously: "Flott ,What's going on here?"

"The one who was attacked by the dementors passed out. As for the wounds on the body, the soul should have been devoured by the pure white magic." Snape reported the situation to Madam Pomfrey, and drew out his wand for Flott The whole body is being checked.

On the hospital bed at the back of the school hospital, Ron stretched his neck and looked at them with concern. Hermione, who was sitting by the bed, was obviously also concerned about Professor Luster's situation. She wanted to run over to have a look, but at this moment Professor Snape's expression was so frightening that Hermione sat on the edge of the hospital bed and dared not move.

Snape withdrew his wand, thankfully Flotte had not suffered other injuries, and the soul backlash on her body did not continue to worsen.But when he looked up, he happened to meet the two children in the school hospital looking out.

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at them dissatisfied, and said to Madam Pomfrey at the same time: "I think Flott's situation requires a separate ward."

Madam Pomfrey also understood why Snape raised this question. She looked at Flott's right cheek and couldn't help sighing in distress, then turned her head and said to the two students over there: "Miss Granger, You apply the medicine to Mr Weasley first, and I'll bandage him later."

After finishing speaking, he cast a floating magic on Flotte's hospital bed and floated into an independent ward.

After Madam Pomfrey brought the potion and fed it to Flott, she found that there was a large bloodstain where Snape's sleeve was torn.

"Severus, your arm is also injured, you should go and bandage it."

Snape shook his head and said, "My bleeding has stopped a long time ago, so it's not a big problem."

Madam Pomfrey frowned dissatisfiedly again. Of course, she could see that the wound was not caused by magic, but should be scratched by a wild animal. A hasty treatment will definitely not heal the wound except to stop the bleeding.The queen of the school hospital couldn't bear the patient's indifferent attitude the most, so when she was about to give an order loudly, she was interrupted by the noise outside the door.

Madam Pomfrey temporarily gave up her plan to continue persuading Snape, but went out of the private ward to see who came to the extraordinarily lively school hospital today.

The person who came was Professor Dumbledore, who was using magic to hang Harry, and beside him was Professor McGonagall, who obviously knew more about the situation than Dumbledore who had just returned, and immediately asked Madam Pomfrey: "What about that?" Are the children all right? Has Severus brought Flott here? How is she?"

"Those two children are right there, slightly injured, not a big problem, but Flotte's situation is a bit troublesome, I think..." Madam Pomfrey was interrupted by Dumbledore before she could finish speaking. up.

"Poppy, I think Harry needs some palliative here, he was also injured by a dementor." Dumbledore put Harry on the hospital bed next to Ron, and said to Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, and hastily entered the medicine storage room again.

Ron, who was sitting by the side, saw Dumbledore next to him, and wanted to open his mouth to tell what they saw today that Scabbers had turned into Pettigrew Peter, but was held down by Hermione, because Hermione knew , There are too many people in the school hospital now, this is not the best time.

Snape in the private ward heard Dumbledore's voice, and after reconfirming that Flott was not in danger of further deterioration, he walked out of the private ward with a livid face.

Snape first confirmed that Harry was fine from a distance, and then directly shot his cold eyes at Dumbledore. This was the first time he looked at the old wizard with such disrespectful eyes, because what happened today was enough Make him explode.

Dumbledore obviously sensed Snape's angry gaze. He put down the wand that relieved Harry's symptoms, and looked back at Snape. He was about to say something, but Snape interrupted him first.

"Don't you think we should talk, Headmaster?" Snape's deep voice was now as cold as a piece of ice, and he made a "please" gesture to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore knew exactly what Snape was going to talk to him now, but his expression was as calm as usual, he nodded and followed Snape out of the school hospital steadily.

In the corridors of the school, Snape hadn't felt so angry and trembling for a long time. As we all know, he usually looked at everything indifferently, but today, everything that happened today was really...

"Principal, you know that I have always trusted you, even if you recruited a suspicious werewolf, I have always believed in you. But today, it is your precious werewolf, not only standing with Black and pointing at you with a wand You turned into a werewolf and nearly ate your shining savior! If it wasn’t for his sudden appearance, I wouldn’t have been wounded and unconscious, and Flotte wouldn’t have almost died there!” Snape's voice could be said to be roaring excitedly, but every word and every word was bitten with ease and resentment.

Dumbledore knew that what happened today really touched Snape's back, so he tried his best to comfort Snape with words: "It's true that I didn't think carefully about what happened today, but boy, you have to calm down now. "

"Calm down? Huh." Snape sneered, he didn't listen to Dumbledore's current rhetoric at all, "You keep telling me to protect Potter and Lily's only child, and I've been doing my best, even if You used your life to protect Potter's son who was jumping up and down all day long, and there was no one moment of peace of mind, but you, you recruited a werewolf, and ignored the danger of that child! You also let the other two children, as well as Flo You're in danger!"

Dumbledore sighed, and said slowly: "Severus, you know, this was just an accident. If Lupine is really the ghost as you said, then Harry must have been brought to Black by him very early. gone."

"Do you mean that you want to keep him in the school?" Snape made an exaggerated surprised expression, full of sarcasm, "Then where did you put Black? Did you just let him go? Or are you going to take him into Hogwarts as well, and have a double night with Lupine?"

"Blake has been put into prison in the tower by me. I hope the Ministry of Magic will give him a fair sentence." Dumbledore's voice was still as calm as usual, and he was not affected by Snape at all.

"Then what do you think the sentence should be for a werewolf?"

"Severus, I said it was an accident."

"It's really familiar words. You told me the same way more than ten years ago! Then what do you think is not an accident? Is it a werewolf who completely swallowed a person?"

"Severus..." Before Dumbledore could continue to persuade, a distant voice interrupted their argument.

"Werewolf? Where did the werewolf come from?" It was a very smooth voice.

Dumbledore and Snape looked around the corner of the sound at the same time, and they saw a familiar figure—Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge.

At this moment, Snape felt a little regretful that he had only been arguing with Dumbledore just now, and didn't notice the movement in the corner, and didn't know how much this man had heard.However, since you have heard it, you have the benefit of hearing it...

"Connelly, I thought you would talk to Black up there." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Fudge also smiled and walked towards Snape and Dumbledore with his hands behind his back: "The dying man has nothing to say, and I also believe in the safety of the Hogwarts cell, but I thought you would put him in that cell." In Hogwarts' legendary 'death cell' that can suffocate prisoners to death."

Of course Dumbledore knew which cell Fudge was talking about, he still replied with a smile: "As the headmaster, I have to refute the rumors, there is no such thing as a cell with walls all around that would suffocate the prisoner to death, you also said that It's just a legend. What's more, this kind of criminal should be handed over to the Ministry of Magic, I know."

"I don't know, is it just a rumor that Professor Lupine is a werewolf that you said just now?" Fudge still said cheerfully, he was very happy that he seemed to have heard such an important thing this time.

Dumbledore and Snape knew very well that Fudge must have heard a lot.Dumbledore was not in a hurry to reply to Fudge's words, but turned to Snape and said, "Severus, I think there are so many more patients in your school hospital, Poppy must be too busy, Why don't you go help her?"

Snape nodded silently, knowing Dumbledore's intentions well.He nodded indifferently at Minister Fudge as farewell. Although his actions were standard and polite, the eyes he looked at Fudge were full of coldness. He did not forget that the dementor who almost took Flott's life today was listening to this minister. The command stationed here...

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As Snape approached the private ward, the dim light from the burning candle cast a shadow sitting on the edge of the bed on the white curtain.Snape naturally thought that the shadow was Madam Pomfrey who was treating Flott, but when he passed through the white curtain between them, he saw a scene that he couldn't believe.

A brown-haired boy in a gray robe was sitting on a chair next to Flott's hospital bed with a faint radiance. The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, but his appearance reminded Snape that this child would never be A student at Hogwarts, but Snape felt very familiar with his appearance, especially those eyes, as if he had seen him often...

Snape remembered, because the boy's eyes were exactly the same as those of Flott who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed...