HP's Wretched

In the morning, Flotte opened her eyes and looked blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling, a voice from her dream was still echoing in her ears: "Mom, goodbye..."

The stiffness and pain in the arm restricted Flotte's movements, but she still gritted her teeth, raised her hand to touch her neck with a trace of intuition, and sure enough, there was nothing there.

Flotte frantically turned her body sideways and rummaged sideways, and even enduring the pain, she lifted her body and lifted the quilt to fumble in a panic. Her drowsy head could not stop her crazy actions.

The groping sound finally attracted Snape who was outside the door helping Madam Pomfrey make the potion.

"What are you looking for?" As soon as Snape entered the door, he saw Flotte with disheveled hair lifting the quilt to search every inch of it, and even wanted to lean down on the ground to search.

Hearing the familiar voice, Flott quickly raised her head to look at Snape, and asked, "Gumantong is gone! My son is gone!"

Snape sighed, put the bottle of potion in his hand on the table for the time being, then looked helplessly at Flott with disheveled hair but a broken face and said, "He's gone."

"What?" Flott obviously didn't understand what Snape meant.

"His grievance has completely dissipated, so he left completely and went to where he should go."

Flott's expression still told Snape that she hadn't fully accepted the message.

"I saw him go with my own eyes." Snape looked at Flott with a calm expression, his voice was not loud but every word could be heard clearly.

Flote's movements stopped in an instant, even like a picture that was forced to stop, it just stopped quietly.

It turned out that the voice at night was not a dream... This was the only thought on Flote's mind at this moment.

Snape was going to pick up the medicine again and hand it to Flott, but judging from the other's appearance, he might not be in the mood to drink it.He originally wanted to go out and make a quiet space for the other party to let her be quiet, but seeing the other party's absent-minded appearance, Snape didn't let go.

So it was like this, one person was sitting on the bed in a daze, the other stared at the person on the bed standing in a daze, no one said anything.

After an unknown period of time, Flotte seemed to come back to her senses, and moved her body back to lean against the bed board behind her.She rubbed her eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, "When did you leave?"

"Twelve o'clock at night," Snape replied.

Flote nodded, tried her best to pull out a smile, and said with a choked smile: "It's good to go, it's good to go..."

Snape put his hands behind his back, looking at Flott's wry smile, he was always somewhat helpless, but he didn't know what to say. After all, everyone knew that he was good at satirizing people, but comforting others ...

"He said goodbye to you when he left..." Snape said these words slowly, which was the best comfort he could give.

"I heard it... I thought it was a dream when I woke up, but I didn't expect it to be real." Flotte smiled at herself, "It's strange to say that it was my long-cherished expectation to set him free, but When he really left me, I was always so... so reluctant, I still want him to stay with me forever... Am I being selfish?"

Snape really couldn't stand Flott's self-pitying appearance, since he was not good at comforting, he came to what he was best at: "Selfish? Ha! I've known you for so long, and you don't do too many selfish things? But you have never reflected on whether you are selfish, but today, Tiger finally got relief as you wished, and you feel that the sadness of this reluctance can be counted as selfish. It seems that having you People with this type of brain have a hard-to-understand definition of "selfish."

"..." Hearing Snape's sarcasm and belittling words, Flotte was taken aback for a moment, and then the sentimentality disappeared without a trace in an instant, and she was so angry that she almost pulled out the pillow and threw it out!

Yes, she heard that the other party was actually trying to comfort her!But how could Snape be so deceitful?Can't you see she's sad?

Seeing that Flott's face turned black after hearing his words, with a vicious look, Snape was relieved, well, this is the expression Flott should have.

Flott kicked the quilt to the side angrily, glared at Snape viciously, and then asked eccentrically: "Mr. Snape, a person with such a superior IQ, must have done nothing in the vicious fight with the werewolf yesterday." Hurt, right?"

"As you wish, no." Snape replied with a snort.He was scratched by a werewolf and knocked unconscious again, but this minor injury has been treated under the supervision of the Queen in the school hospital, so it is naturally not within the scope of the injury.

Flotte also imitated Snape's example and snorted from the nasal cavity, as if she didn't care about the other party, but when she heard that Snape was not injured, her heart was finally relieved.

Seeing that the other party should have no emotional problems for the time being, Snape then safely picked up the medicine on the table and handed it to Flott: "Drink it, you were almost backfired by magic yesterday, this is a repair potion."

"Backlash?" Flotte's mind began to flash back to yesterday's events. Indeed, yesterday when she cast the God-Calling Guard, she felt that half of her body was burned by the flames. At that time, she didn't have time to think about the reason, but Now she had to think about this bizarre incident.

Flotte raised her right hand and began to examine it carefully. Sure enough, she could clearly see the black burning scar on it, and she could still feel the burning pain when she clenched her fist lightly. She couldn't help but looked up at Snape and asked: " Are the backlash injuries only on the hands and arms?"

Snape looked at the black marks that were clearly visible on Flott's right face, and lied calmly: "Yes, only on the right hand and right arm, I thought you could feel it yourself."

Just kidding, Snape knew very well that Flotte cared about her appearance!Usually when I get a pimple, I want to put all the beauty products on my face, and I also call it: I am not a beauty in the first place, and it is even more unsightly if I have multiple flaws.Now there are many scars on his face. If he knew this, he might blow up the school.But fortunately, the backlash scar on his face healed itself after one night, and there was only a small piece left that couldn't be touched. In addition to the magical recuperation that Little Tiger had given yesterday before leaving, he should be able to recover soon.This would save Snape from having to go to the trouble of researching the magic potion for Flott to eliminate scars.

In fact, Flotte could feel a slight pain on the right side of his face, and wanted to open his mouth to ask about the situation on his face, but seeing Snape's determined expression, he thought that the other party would have to lie to himself about this, so He didn't continue to ask.

Seeing that Flott obediently didn't question him, Snape pointed to the potion in Flott's hand with satisfaction, and said to him, "Flott, you won't feel that the scar will not drink the potion anymore. You can heal yourself if you take it down, right? Don’t be too whimsical, drink the medicine quickly!”

Flotte rolled her eyes silently, then opened the bottle cap and drank the medicine, um, it's sweet, the taste must have been specially adjusted, and this dead bat has a conscience.

Staring at Flotte completely emptying the medicine bottle, Snape gave up, and then asked the question he hadn't figured out after thinking about it all night last night: "After you notified the professors yesterday, there is no It is necessary to go to the Forbidden Forest to find me in person, so why on earth are you doing this?"

Yes, Snape thought about that all night.Snape knew what Flott was doing, and she didn't need to risk the unknown, no, the known risk to find him in person.Just last night, Snape had inquired about the portraits and confirmed that Flott knew about the parchment and her move to inform all the professors.Snape didn't think that Flott was the kind of person who had tried his best to deal with it with his brain, but was still willing to risk his life for stupid things.

Then why, after she knew everything, she rushed over so recklessly, even willing to use the power of Gumantong that she had been refusing to use?

Snape thought about it all night but couldn't figure out why...

Flott was obviously dumbfounded by Snape's question. She thought that after knowing this, the other party was nothing more than insulting her for being reckless, naive, and ignorant, but she never expected to ask this question she!In fact, even she herself doesn't know the answer to this question...

"Uh... Maybe I didn't use my brain at that time, didn't you always call me brainless and IQ?" Flotte said under the guise.

Snape frowned, he could clearly see the other party's perfunctory, he retorted with a little seriousness: "Then your IQ must have disappeared in an instant! One second ago, you knew to use the most favorable method to deal with it, and the next In a second, I threw myself into the fire pit like a mentally retarded person! Flotte, are you a fool, or do you think I am a fool?"

"I admit that I'm a fool!" Flott couldn't understand why Snape was so willing to be serious about this question, and it's not enough to just give an answer... Wait!He must have realized something...

To realize what...to realize something that even she didn't want to admit to herself?Impossible, something that she didn't even admit, it was even more impossible for a creature like Snape to realize it.

"No matter how stupid you are, you can't possibly be willing to use Gumantong's power! But you did, why?" Snape was still asking, this was very unlike his character, but he didn't know why, he just wanted to Know why and then give up.

Flott was a little overwhelmed by Snape's series of questioning, but fortunately, she is best at telling lies: "To save you." This sentence is actually very true.

"But you already..."

"I have notified the professors, but the notification will take time." Flotte directly attacked, interrupted Snape, and regained the initiative, "I don't want my colleagues and friends to die in this time-consuming Langkou, you have to admit, I went in time, and I stopped the dementor and woke you up, didn't I?"

"Then why did you use Gumantong's power for this matter?"

"You know, I won't go if I'm not sure enough, besides, it's not a trivial matter, and it's reasonable to use his power. Ha, Severus, don't tell me you have machismo, just let If you come to help me, won't you allow me to save you once?"

Flotte's fluent answers were [-]% true and [-]% false. In fact, she really didn't think that much at the time, but she just didn't want anything to happen to Snape. Really, she just didn't want anything to happen to Snape... …

Flott's answers and the last rhetorical question made Snape not know how to continue, and even he himself was wondering why he would hold on to this question, but Flott didn't add it. The thoughtful answer not only didn't make him let go of his doubts, but aggravated his suspicions, because in Snape's eyes, this kind-hearted answer was more or less a cover-up and sophistry.

Snape didn't know how to continue asking, or he didn't know what purpose he had to ask.Flotte's answer should be correct, it's just friends helping each other, maybe he really thought it was complicated.

The two of them seemed to have made an agreement again, and both of them returned to a tacit silence, and the scene became quiet again...

Until an extremely embarrassing stomach grunt broke the tranquility of this layer...

Flotte pursed her lips in embarrassment and explained: "I didn't have time to eat last night..."

Snape curled his lips, turned around and walked out helplessly, and replied, "I'll ask the elf to prepare something for you to eat."

Lifting the curtain and watching Snape completely leave the ward, Flotte completely relaxed.

Snape didn't like to ask questions like this, Flott knew this, but the question he asked today was so abnormal, could it be that he did it too clearly and exposed something?

But what can be exposed?I just don't want him to have an accident, and it's nothing... Flote didn't want to mention the words after that.

Forget it, let's just pretend that Snape didn't sleep well, so be it...

Flotte, who was sitting on the bed, turned her head slowly, looked out the window, stared at the blue sky, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and unconsciously prayed in her mind: Little Tiger is gone, her son is finally free, really Alright... If there is an afterlife, Merlin, you must bless him to a good family, so that he can live a carefree and happy life all his life.

The author has something to say:

I think this chapter should be regarded as a step forward in the relationship between the two, at least Snape noticed something was wrong.

First of all, Flotte has always done everything to be profitable, and the first thing she thinks of in danger is her own interests. In the words of Lucius, she usually uses her mouth. is the fastest one.So asking her to save anyone desperately, except for her son, has never happened before. Besides, she has always been extremely opposed to borrowing Gumantong's power, for fear of losing his child's energy, but she was saving Snape. It was used for the first time.Snape knew Flott's temperament very well, so he was quite shocked that Flott had set such a precedent for himself.

Although Snape is a piece of wood, he is not stupid. Flott can come to the fire pit in this situation. With his IQ, I think he has to doubt Flott's purpose.

I was going to finish coding and open the fourth book, but I didn’t finish coding the homework. After I finished the homework, I was notified that I would not hand it in tomorrow, my sister (T▽T)