HP's Wretched

Chapter 112

Everyone's eyes followed the green signal that slid across the sky, and everyone's mutual discussion filled the entire game, and everyone was discussing who this failed child was.

Flotte stretched her neck and stared curiously at the entrance of the maze below, guessing who the child who came out would be.However, Snape, who was sitting next to her, seemed not at all curious about the result, but his expression was extraordinarily serious.

He lowered his left hand, and gently rolled up his sleeve a little. Sure enough, the mark representing darkness was faintly revealed again.

After a while, Professor Flitwick brought out Fleur who had been hit by magic from the entrance of the maze. Flotte clicked her tongue, thankfully it wasn't Harry who came out, but disappointed that it wasn't Harry, and she was eliminated earlier. For the children, they can also rest early and return to safety: "Do you think Harry will take the first place?"

When Flott asked this question, she was still staring at the professors casting a healing spell on Fleur. If she could turn her head to look at Snape at this moment, she would have noticed his unnatural left hand movement.

Snape put down his sleeves lightly, tried his best to return to his natural sitting posture, and said in a usual sarcastic tone: "Oh, you also know how valuable the name Boy Who Lived is."

Before Flotte had time to reply to his words, another signal in the sky arced across the sky and resounded through the sky.

Everyone's eyes once again gathered at the entrance of the maze, waiting for who will be eliminated next.

Although Flott's eyes were still focused on the bottom, she caught Snape's little movements with his left sleeve from the corner of his eye.

She turned her head and focused on the sleeve: "Are you okay? The mark..." Speaking of the mark, Flotte's voice was extremely small, but luckily there was no one around them.

Snape shook his head with a very calm face, did not speak, but raised his head and stared down, looking at the next eliminated person.

It was Krum who was eliminated, not Harry.

Now there are only two left in the maze...

At this time, the entire arena was inexplicably plunged into an extremely strange dead silence.The somewhat annoying trombones on the field had long shut up. Except for the drummers occasionally beating each other boringly with their sticks, there was no one in the field making a sound.

Karkaroff didn't jump out of anger because his contestant was eliminated first, but just quietly nestled in a corner of the first row, staring at the dark maze entrance with no light in his eyes.

Flott, who was in this silent atmosphere, didn't discuss anything with Snape, but, like everyone present, stared at the entrance of the maze, waiting for the champion to appear.

But the first thing she waited for was not Harry who won the victory with the Goblet of Fire, but the news of his return...

In the quiet environment, Flote could easily hear the breathing of the people around her, but there was a gradually intensified panting sound that completely attracted Flott's attention.

Flott turned her head to look at Snape again, and sure enough, the other's face was no longer as calm as usual, but pale, with her right hand tightly clutching her left arm, and her pursed lips that lost blood were about to snap. It proved that Snape was enduring some kind of unspeakable pain at this moment.

This way Flote is very familiar, very very familiar.She gradually raised the same trembling hand, and gently pulled Snape's arm. The other party seemed to have no extra strength to resist, and could only let Flote open the sleeve of his left arm.

The extremely familiar mark was clearly printed on the red and slightly swollen skin at this time, and the snake in the skull's mouth was writhing impatiently, as if every swing was towards a person embedded in the flesh. The meat is like a bug, enough to have the power to break through the flesh.

Flott knew that she had experienced it before. This was the Dark Lord summoning the slaves who surrendered at his feet, and the burning pain that tormented Snape was also warning them over and over again that the Dark Lord was back. up.

"He's back, he's back..." Even after 13 years of mental preparation, looking at the revived Dark Mark, fear mixed with despair flooded into Flott's brain like a swarm of ants , began to erode her sanity like gnawing candy.No, she couldn't be afraid, fear was contagious, and she must not stress Snape.

Snape's brows were already drawn together by the burning brows that revealed impatience and anger, and cold sweat kept breaking out.He admitted that at the moment this disgusting thing moved, he thought about giving up all promises to escape from this unknown but with a predetermined ending, but when he looked at the corner and felt the same, he was trembling Karkaroff who was trembling, and Dumbledore who sat in the first row seemed to have foreseen everything but remained calm.No, he can't run away, he's not a coward, never was!

Flotte had felt the burning pain when the Dark Mark was summoned many times, and she understood the pain that could not be relieved by magic.She raised her cold hand to cover the fiery Dark Mark, trying to make Snape feel better by lowering the temperature.

The cold touch seemed to really relieve the pain. Snape raised his head and looked at Flott carefully. Those green eyes that were usually full of light were now full of worry and unconcealable fear.He knew that Flote was also afraid. In fact, Flote didn't need to bear this fear at all. She should go, leave here...

"Is it better?" Flott raised her eyes, and happened to meet Snape's eyes looking at her. Flott didn't think much about Snape's current thoughts, but tried to control her fear so as not to infect her. he.

Snape sighed imperceptibly in his heart, and also raised his right hand holding his left arm, and gently covered Flott's hand protecting the Dark Mark, he slightly clenched the cold fingers , as if hoping that her own temperature could somewhat dispel the fear in Flott's heart.

Flott was a little surprised by Snape's actions. She stopped herself from thinking too much. It must be because she didn't cover up her emotions well enough. The other party easily felt her fear, and then tried to comfort herself. At this time, Definitely don't overthink it.

When Flott's fingertips were slightly warm, Snape grabbed Flott's hand, gently placed it back on Flott's lap, and then regained his calmness just now: "His summoning spell has expired. .”

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt." Flotte slightly squeezed the hand that was just covered by Snape, trying to speak calmly, and then stopped looking into the other's eyes.

Before the next sentence of the conversation started, a phantom apparition fell to the ground, which attracted the attention of everyone in the venue.Cheers, the sound of the band, and the sound of discussion sounded at the same time, but those of them who had already sensed the return of the Dark Lord stood up feebly, taking a glance at the unusual scene below.

"He's back! He's back! He killed Cedric! He killed Cedric!" It was Harry Potter, holding the Goblet of Fire, kneeling next to the lifeless boy.

Flott and Snape, who had already got up, could no longer care so much, and walked over the crowds one after another to the lawn at the bottom.

The professors, Harry's friends, officials from the Ministry of Magic and Cedric's father were all aware of the problem and surrounded him.

Flotte squeezed into the crowd without hesitation, squatted down, opened Cedric's eyelids and took her student's hand, the whites of the eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, the dilated pupils and finger covers The sharp black is eagerly telling Flott what kind of persecution his students have suffered in the past 10 minutes.

"It's... the Death Curse." Flotte said this unacceptable fact in a very light tone.

The professors around the corpse all gasped when they heard Flote's words, but the professors who also had knowledge in this area also knew the facts that Flotte said.

"I saw it, I'm sure he's back." Harry's choked voice kept repeating these words, and Dumbledore couldn't say a word for the time being except for holding Harry's shoulders to comfort him, even if he He also had a premonition of today's change very early.

"This is impossible." The scene was chaotic, but Fudge, who should have stabilized the situation, roared forcefully at this time, "This is absolutely impossible. This is just a small accident. There are accidents every year in the Triwizard Tournament."

"No, I'm sure he's back." Harry yelled, crumbling over Cedric's body. "I saw it with my own eyes! And my wand was connected to his wand! It's true... "

"I don't know why you're lying, Mr. Potter." Fudge still refused to admit the fact.

Dumbledore shook his head, looked at Fudge who was trying to escape in great disappointment, and opened his mouth and said, "Connelly, you..." Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, someone interrupted him excitedly.

"You want evidence? Okay, I'll show you the evidence." No one expected that the person who interrupted was Snape, who was calm and unwilling to talk too much.

Snape took a big step forward towards Fudge's position. He didn't know where he gathered strength or maybe it was anger. He rolled up the sleeve of his left arm fiercely, showing his shyness all along. Shame: "This is the evidence, look, he's back! Look!"

Fudge was obviously frightened and took a step back, as if being forced into the crowd. The noisy crowd saw the terrifying sign that they hadn't seen in more than ten years but never really forgotten, and now it was imprinted on Snape's skin , and squeezed into their eyes unavoidably.

"What does a mark mean? It's just a mark." Fudge still evaded without admitting it.

The anger on Snape's face was extremely obvious. It seemed that the accident tonight had forced him to abandon his usual calmness. He vented all his uneasiness, but he only uttered a sentence with an incredible tone: "It's just? It's just a sign ?”

Flotte didn't want this matter to continue like this, she stood up, put away the sadness of seeing an excellent student, the student she taught had died in front of her eyes, and squeezed her way to Snell who was confronting Fudge He stretched out his arms to protect the exposed Dark Mark, and after forcing Snape to roll down his sleeves, he gave him a look.

"This incident happened a bit suddenly. It was too scary. Forgive us for our abruptness, Minister Fudge." Flotte tried her best to pull out an official smile, and said softly to Fudge.

Now is not the best time to force someone to admit it, let alone wake someone who is trying to pretend to be asleep.After putting down his sleeves, Snape also realized his anger, impulsiveness and fear just now.He looked at Flotte who was next to him, and the turmoil in his heart just now gradually calmed down.

Snape returned to his original indifferent expression, but his eyes still couldn't contain the contempt for Fudge's evasion, and said coldly, "I'm very sorry, I was the one to be abrupt, Minister Fudge."

Fudge didn't seem to be able to react yet, but Kingsley, who was coming over beside him, spoke: "I also feel that things happened a bit suddenly, and everyone is too nervous."

"Indeed." Fudge finally spoke. "It doesn't matter. I forgive your abruptness, Mr. Snape."

"There was some confusion at the scene. I think Principal Dumbledore will take care of these panicked students." Flotte said in a low voice. She felt that letting the Minister of Magic stay here now would add to the confusion, "Why don't I I'll take you to the hall for tea, and it will be convenient for you to handle business when the students are gone. Mr. Shaker (Kingsley), come here too."

Snape and Kingsley quickly understood what Flotte meant. It was true that the students were in a state of panic. It would be troublesome to leave this teacher and student who might interfere with Hogwarts, so before Fudge could speak, Kingsley said first, "It's a good idea. I haven't had time to go back to my alma mater for tea after graduation."

Fudge nodded hesitantly, agreeing to the matter.

"Then if that's the case, I won't interfere with Minister Fudge's pleasure." Snape nodded politely as farewell, and when he turned around, he just wanted to meet Flott's eyes, and received the other party's concerns.

Flott withdrew her gaze from Snape, put on her experienced smile again, and waited for Minister Fudge and Kingsley to walk into the hall of the castle...

……

It had been a while since the incident happened, and after Flotte had stabilized Fudge, she got out of the hall completely. She wanted to rush to Snape's office in the cellar, but at the entrance of the corridor, she ran into the microphone coming down from above. Professor Gregory and Dumbledore.

"What happened?" Flotte asked directly, "How did the Dark Lord come back?"

"This matter is a bit complicated, Flotte. But it's not very different from what we had guessed at the beginning. Hogwarts did have an internal response, and it was he who forced Harry to participate in the competition." It was Dumbledore who answered. , his expression also looks quite flat.

"Internal response? Who?"

"Moody, no, to be precise, it should be said that it is a fake Moody, who was pretended by Barty Crouch Jr. drinking compound soup." The shock on Professor McGonagall's face has obviously not completely subsided, "I really didn't expect Moody will be fake, the real Moody has been locked in a box by him, and has been sent to the infirmary..."

"And is Severus in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office?" Flott asked.

"Yes, he is," said Dumbledore. "I think it is necessary for me to go to Fudge now."

"Minister Fudge has been settled in the hall by me. He seems to be in a stable mood. I think he is waiting for you." Flotte reported her arrangement to Dumbledore.

"Flot, you are doing well."

Hearing this compliment, Flotte just smiled and said nothing.She nodded slightly, made way for the two professors, and then quickly walked upstairs to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom...

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