HP's Wretched

Chapter 108

Hermione sat listlessly on the sofa in the office with a few thick books in her arms, and muttered, "I feel that this matter is more exhausting than all my third-year courses combined."

Flotte poured Hermione a glass of juice. Last year, she heard Professor McGonagall say that she applied for a time converter for Hermione, so that she could take all the elective courses. Think about it, With six elective courses plus compulsory courses, this high-stress state is no match for finding a dance partner at the prom.

But speaking of the time converter, what you do with the time converted by this thing is actually consuming your future time, which is a kind of futility, so it always reminds Flott of the deception in ancient Greek mythology Death gets Sisyphus of never-ending futility.

"To be honest, if what you're upset about is academic, then I might be able to help you, but I'm sorry, I don't have much experience with this kind of emotional matters." Flutter shrugged.

Hermione took a sip of the juice and asked, "Professor, how did you and your husband meet?"

"I don't think you want to hear about this past."

"Tell me, I've always been curious." Hermione held up her glass and asked without giving up.

Flotte hesitated for a while, but finally said: "He and I are in a family marriage. He used to be my sister's fiancé, but my sister eloped with someone else, and I was killed by my father when I was in the fifth grade." After a while, force me to drop out of school and marry him for my sister."

Hermione didn't expect that the content of Flotte's answer to her would be so complicated and filled with sadness. She reluctantly swallowed the juice in her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

Seeing Hermione staring wide-eyed, and knowing that she didn't listen to dissuasion and asked the wrong question, Flotte felt a little funny: "You don't need this expression, this thing happened more than ten years ago, besides, he It's all buried. I just want to tell you how enviable it is that you can have your own choice now. Some people, like me, grew up with no such choice. The rest The only thing you can do is to make various compromises and arrangements for the interests of the family. Since you have this opportunity, why not try to accept Krum's invitation, maybe he will be in tune with you, and let those two silly boys see it Look, who said our Miss Granger couldn't be the brightest star at the ball."

Hermione still shook the juice glass in her hand with some uncertainty: "Is this really okay, Professor?"

"Why not, you are Hermione who used Time-Turner to take all elective courses in the third grade, and your grades are excellent. Accepting a boy's invitation is much easier than this."

Hermione put down the juice glass, as if she had made up her mind and said, "Okay, then I'll tell Krum in a while: I accept his invitation. But..."

"But what?"

"How should I dress up?" Hermione said. "I really don't have a prom dress, I don't know how to make up, and I don't know if my roommate can spare time to help me dress up."

"As I said, as long as it's not an emotional problem, I can help you solve it, not to mention that 'fashion' is also an academic problem." Flotte walked to the side of the bookcase in the room, and then Grasp the armrest inlaid on it, and pull it down hard, and a grid that is one person tall and filled with various fashion magazines is pulled out.

"Merlin's beard, I always thought that this bookcase only has academic books, but there are so many fashion magazines hidden there." Hermione stood up from the sofa in shock, and approached Flotilla with her big eyes wide open. This hidden cabinet, "How many copies does this have?"

"I don't know, anyway, I'll just throw it in after reading it." Flotte is not a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, sorting out so many things without spells, it would be better to kill her, but today Pulling out the cabinet completely, Flotte was actually a little shocked. It turned out that she had read so many fashion magazines in recent years.

The movements of the Frotra cabinet here still did not stop, as if the cabinet would never be finished, but Hermione was frightened by the seemingly endless rows of magazines: "Professor, it's ok, I... I can't use so much."

Hearing this call to stop, Flotte stopped pulling the cabinet: "Find one that suits you."

Hermione nodded, leaned closer to the cabinet and began to search, but most of the magazines seemed too mature, and there really wasn't a prom dress suitable for her, and...

Hermione bit her lower lip, but still couldn't help asking curiously: "Professor Luster, why do you still have so many men's fashion magazines here? The journals are still in recent years."

Flotte squinted her eyes and looked at it. After thinking for a while, she remembered the purpose of buying it at the beginning, and said with a sneer: "It's used to scare someone."

Diaphragm response?The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and she used a fashion magazine to provoke people, Professor, is it really okay for you to do this?

In fact, with Hermione's smart brain, it's not impossible to think of who the person being threatened is, but she is trying hard to control herself not to go in that horrible direction.

The men’s fashion magazine matter was mainly because Flott really couldn’t stand Snape’s old black wizard robes that lasted forever. In order to make him realize how serious and old-fashioned he was wearing, he used good How extravagant it is to make the most ordinary models with materials!Flott ordered this trendy men's fashion magazine, and then delivered it to his office along with the weekly potion magazine ordered by Snape, hoping that he would be able to see some fashion trends by flipping through it. One day, if the subtle influence is successful, then the dead bat can change its style.

As for the result, it can be seen from the cabinet that everything was picked out by the feudal academic man and thrown back...

Flotte also stood in front of the cabinet to help Hermione find the newest fashion magazines. It was her fault. After reading it, she threw it in. The cabinet's tidying magic didn't have the effect of chronological order, and it was usually blind. So it's not easy to find the latest issue.

"Professor, can you see this outfit?" Hermione took out a magazine from the magazine, and on the cover was a girl in a pink gauze dress.

"The vision is really good."

"That's it." Hermione has always done things neatly, including choosing clothes. "Then I'll send the styles to the Outer Clothes Shop later, and let her make them quickly."

"Oh, that's right." Flotte took out a business card from the card holder on the table, handed it to Hermione and said, "Send this business card together, and get a [-]% discount."

"Thank you, Professor."

"You're welcome, I'm just doing a little favor. But then again, your hair..." Flotte shifted her gaze to Hermione's thick, unkempt hair.

Hermione rolled up a lock of hair, and her face was also a little worried: "I'll use a spell to make it smooth."

"But the curse can damage the hair very much. The more the damage, the more messy the hair will be. Wait a minute!" Flotte walked towards the bathroom after she finished speaking, and when she came out, she had a bottle of brown in her hand. The potion, "Take this, it's specially made, and after washing it twice, the hair will become very smooth, and it won't harm the hair."

"Farewell, Professor, this is too expensive for me to accept." Hermione refused.

Flotte forced the medicine bottle into Hermione's hand: "Several bottles can be brewed in one pot, and you only need to pour a little at a time. It's very durable. Besides, for this person, it's like boiling scabies potion." It's as simple as that."

"Then this person must be very powerful. Which potion master is he?"

Flotte pursed her lips and said, "I'm afraid you won't dare to use it anymore if I tell you."

However, no one could deny that Hermione was smart: "Is...it's Professor Snape?"

"Girl, being too smart is not always a good thing."

That was definitely an affirmative answer, and Hermione was no longer holding the bottle, but the holy masterpiece of her terrible potions master.

Hermione could already figure it out, Snape was making the potion with a disgusted expression on his face, think about it, Professor Snape making essential oil for hair care, what a terrifying scene!However, in the end, all the imaginations were condensed into one sentence: "You two have such a good relationship, Professor Snape is willing to boil this potion for you."

This sentence made Flotte inexplicably proud, but it was meaningless to shout at the student: "No, after all, we have known each other for so many years."

But... having said that...

Getting to know him is one of the few blessings in my life.

……

At the Christmas ball, Flotte was holding a glass of juice in her hand, and watched with satisfaction the brand-new Hermione dancing on the dance floor. In fact, from the appearance alone, Hermione was a good match for Krum.

Flott could not only feel the grateful eyes from Hermione, but also noticed the jealous and regretful look of Ron sitting at the table, tsk tsk tsk, Flott felt that seeing Ron slumped was better than watching Hermione dancing happily It made her even more excited, her hobby is really perverted.

The professors beside him also approached the dance floor one by one. Even Filch danced with Mrs. Norris (the cat) in his arms. Flott drank the juice in the glass, and then walked to the Snape, who was let off by Karkaroff, didn't know what the two of them had to talk about every day. If someone hadn't invited Karkaroff to dance, Snape would probably still be haunted by him now.

Flott approached Snape, put her hands lightly around her chest, and said jokingly, "In such a beautiful environment, shouldn't you invite me to dance?"

Snape glanced at Flott, then turned his head away again, and said, "Dancing? Are you going to step on my feet again?"

"..." Flott gave Snape a hard sideways look, cursing in her heart: You are narrow-minded, then pulled out a smirk, and said in a soft voice, "As a gentleman, even if a lady accidentally steps on To your feet, you shouldn't be so brooding."

"Accidentally? Lying is not what a lady should do." Snape's mouth curled up inexplicably.

Flotte rolled her eyes at him and said, "Refusing a lady's invitation is not what a gentleman should do."

Snape sighed subconsciously, and said in a cadenced tone: "Okay, that lady who is ready to step on my feet, I accept your invitation."

Afterwards, Flotte took Snape's outstretched hand in satisfaction.

……

"What has Karkaroff told you these two days? I think he has been sticking to you." Such a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere on the dance floor will always lower the vigilance of ordinary people, but it is a pity that the lovely person Flotte asked Not ordinary people.

Snape looked down at Flott, then raised his head and looked away from Flott, and said, "It's nothing, I don't think the chat between me and Karkaroff can cause you to understand The gossip mind's attention."

"That's not necessarily the case, your abnormality is always something I like to gossip about most." Flotte raised the corners of her lips and said softly.

Snape was a little displeased with Flott's continued questioning, so he directly changed the subject and directed the fire at Flott: "Speaking of abnormalities, you seem to have much more abnormalities than mine recently."

Snape finally asked out, but he knew that the other party would not give any real answer, but he still looked forward to it.

He could clearly feel that Flotte's movements stopped, but only for a moment.

"Abnormal? Can I understand that you are paying attention to me and caring about me?" The shameless answer is Flotte's best, because she knows that Snape is thin-skinned, and he will definitely make a bad face and ignore it. she.

However, what I never expected was that Snape raised his eyebrows and replied: "You can understand that, then, tell me why you are so abnormal recently?"

Very good, now that it's officially changed, Flotte can't hold back anymore, she feels that she has been reversed.

Snape watched Flott's gradually darkening face with satisfaction, and even guided Flott around in a circle with the music a little complacently: "Can I remind your brain that can't remember? For example, you have been disappearing recently, not even at school, so, where have you been?"

"Hey, it turns out that Professor Snape is so concerned about my whereabouts, it's really touching." It must not be Flott who can be caught in such a simple routine, "However, when asking questions, you have to ask questions first. Answer me, and I will answer you."

"Then I'll tell you..."

The author has something to say:

There is a lot of nonsense written in the novel, and when I really want to ambush the pen, it will look like nonsense instead 〒▽〒