I'm playing a big knife at HP

Since he stopped fighting with Snape, life seemed smooth, even boring.Marciana found herself genuinely thinking that these little wizards, no matter which house they belonged to, were quite cute.Although the Slytherin children seemed to be hostile to her when she and Snape first started fighting, but then I don't know if Snape said something, the students quickly returned to normal, and they learned very well in class effort.

However, there are still high and low talents.

The defense class of the second grade taught the obstacle spell this day.After explaining the gestures, spell-casting principles, and pronunciation, Marciana asked them to practice matching, and she slowly patrolled and tutored them.Hermione succeeded after a few tries, earning ten points.Harry's pronunciation was not very accurate, but Marciana quickly succeeded in correcting it.Ron's second-hand wand was not very handy - after Marciana whispered a few times that he couldn't use the broken wand to complete class exercises, Professor McGonagall got him a second-hand wand and lent him a second-hand wand - but with Hermione's help Xia also gradually stopped the little ball of paper flying towards him.Marciana walked up to Neville. The kid was too nervous, and he looked good when he was practicing. As soon as the professor came to him, he started sweating on his forehead, and he was trembling when he spoke the spell.

"You did a good job when you practiced, but you need to be more determined." Marciana said as gently as possible, "Imagine, is there someone or something you want to protect?"

Neville blushed and stuttered for words.On the Slytherin side, Malfoy laughed loudly, "Don't bother! Longbottom is no better than a Squib!" Marciana ignored them.

"Well, just think it over, don't tell me. Now imagine, if this paper ball is a curse, if it wants to hurt the companion you want to protect, you have to erect a protective barrier between your companion and the enemy. Move like this, yes..."

"There are many obstacles!" Neville read, and the little ball of paper Seamus fired at him was bounced off an invisible wall.Neville looked at the ball of paper in disbelief, and then at Marciana.

"Fine, keep practicing." She smiled and walked away.

Marciana walked over to Slytherin's side and found that Crabbe and Goyle were doing a mess, and they didn't even get their gestures right.She stopped and corrected several times, to no avail.She frowned, the two big boys stared at her nervously, Draco Malfoy might feel a little ashamed, and looked at his two followers with distaste.

"In the final analysis, the spell-casting gesture is to guide your magic power. In this way," Marciana made up her mind, "Mr. Crabbe, if you want, I can use my magic power to guide you to cast a spell, maybe it will help. "

Crabbe stared blankly at her, and Malfoy elbowed him viciously in the waist, "Yes! Even that squib Neville has learned it! We can't be compared to him, yes!" The big boy Slowly nodded.

Marciana put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't resist. Read after me, there are obstacles."

The little ball of paper Malfoy fired at him bounced off, and Crabbe had a waking look on his face. "Do you remember this feeling? Do you remember the trajectory of magic power running in your body?" He nodded again in a daze. "Practice yourself."

Crabbe still didn't make it, but he was doing a lot better, and the ball of paper slowed down noticeably in front of him.Marciana set an example for Gall in the same way.

By the time class was over, Hermione was able to successfully fend off heavy objects flying towards her (she intercepted an entire chair Harry threw at her), Neville was able to bounce off little balls of paper steadily, and Crabbe finally managed to block the ball of paper for the first time 1 minute before get out of class ended.As he packed his books, Marciana whispered next to him, "Mr. Crabbe, you're doing well. The obstacles are not an easy spell, but you succeed. Remember to practice."

Crabbe gave her a smile, and despite the kid's vicious looks and grin, it was a genuinely happy smile.

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During the lunch break, Snape suddenly asked Marciana, "So, what did you do?"

"what do you mean?"

"What have you done to the students in my house? I can clearly tell if the Slytherin students mean it when they say hello to the professor. You seem to have won their... affection." Snape reluctantly spat out Last two words.

Marciana was a little surprised, thinking of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle who had just walked past, she lowered her head and smiled.

"Nothing, I just found out that I like teaching."

Snape snorted coldly, "I've never been able to understand your preferences."

She shrugged. "Unfortunately, I don't think they will like me for long. They don't like Albus very much, do they?"

"And you love the old man like crazy," Snape said sharply, "I can't understand your preferences after all."

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The quiet days lasted until Halloween.

The Halloween dinner had just ended, Marciana started to feel sleepy after eating and drinking, and was woken up by the loud noise coming from the corridor.The professors followed Dumbledore in a hurry, and Marciana heard Draco Malfoy's sharp voice from a distance: "Those who are enemies of the heir, be careful! The next one is you, Mudblood!"

Marciana raised her eyebrows and glanced at Snape - she wasn't the only one - and Snape looked very ugly.

The students backed away in front of Dumbledore like Moses splitting the Red Sea. Marciana saw the scarlet letter on the wall and Mrs. Norris hanging on it. Filch was screaming hysterically, "...you killed killed my cat! I'm going to kill you!  …”

Under the scarlet letter, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood dumbfounded.

"Okay, Argus." Filch stopped screaming, Dumbledore looked at Marciana, she closed her eyes and listened, opened her eyes and shook her head.Dumbledore nodded slightly, took a step forward and took off the cat on the wall, signaling Filch and the three little Gryffindors to follow him.He looked at Marciana, and she nodded slightly, "My office is upstairs." Dumbledore held the cat at the head, and the three children followed in panic, followed by Snape, McGonagall and Marcia Na followed silently.

Marciana opened the door, waved her magic wand, and the magic torches and candles on the wall illuminated the office brightly. She pointed to the fireplace again, and the flames in the fireplace jumped up, and the office was warm in a short while up.Dumbledore put the cat on the desk, bent down to look at it carefully, and poked it with his slender fingers.Professor McGonagall also bowed his waist and looked carefully, their faces were almost attached to the cat's small body.Snape stood aside, with a strange expression on his face trying to suppress a smile.Marciana looked at Harry, who was watching the crowd nervously, Filch, who was slumped on a chair and weeping, and then at Snape, who was standing by and didn't even bother to act, wishing to kick the black-robed wizard kick.She sighed inwardly, stepped forward and handed Filch a handkerchief, "Don't cry yet, Mr Filch, let's wait until the headmaster comes to a conclusion, Mrs Norris may not necessarily be dead. "

Dumbledore straightened up. "Martha is right, it is not dead. It was petrified."

Marciana became interested now, and walked over to look down at the cat, only to find that its eyes were wide open, its back was arched, and all its hair was blown out.

Over there, Harry and Filch were already arguing about whether he had killed the cat, and Snape suddenly said grimly, "Allow me to say this, Headmaster. Maybe Potter and his friends just shouldn't be here." That time appeared in that place..." Marciana raised her head, and as expected, she saw a smile as sinister as possible on Snape's face, and sure enough, he continued, "...but we did Encountered a series of doubts. Why did they go to the corridor above? Why didn't they attend the Halloween banquet?"

The three children chattered about how they went to the Deathday Party.

"But after this, why don't you come to the banquet? Why go up in the corridor?"

Both Ron and Hermione looked at Harry.Harry stammered, "Because - because - because we're tired and want to go to bed earlier."

It was an obvious lie that all adults present could see through at a glance.The kid was clearly hiding something that disturbed him, and the other two didn't really seem to understand why they were going upstairs.

Marciana had to admit that Snape had a point in asking questions, but he was a little careless.

Snape continued to hammer the nails into Harry's coffin, "... Personally, I think it's best for him to leave the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he's honest."

Professor McGonagall immediately jumped up to retort.Marciana stared dumbfounded at the two wizards whose combined age was more than a hundred years old, going head-to-head for Quidditch, and felt that the teaching years... were probably relatively quiet.After a few people finally finished talking, Dumbledore told them that the potion made from Mandrake could relieve the petrification state, and sent the three students and Filch away.It was only then that Snape stepped forward, drew out his wand and threw a few detection spells at Mrs. Norris.

"No trace of the Dark Arts," Snape said slowly.

Dumbledore nodded: "I think so too. Martha, didn't you feel anything before?"

"No, if there was anything there, it would have left long ago. I think you will all agree that it is not students who did this...not to mention whether they have the ability, you see, Mrs. Norris looks very scared "She pointed to the terrified expression on the cat's face, and the tail that exploded from the hairs. "This cat is not afraid of the students in this school at all, it is not even afraid of the professor. I bet it is an inhuman creature."

Snape gave a "you're not talking nonsense" look.

"I have a very bad feeling, Albus," Professor McGonagall whispered worriedly, "What if I meet a student instead of Mrs. Norris this time?"

"Do you think the secret room mentioned in those two lines of scarlet letters is sex?" Marciana also asked softly, "I also heard the legend of the secret room when I was studying. It is said that it was opened 50 years ago." She raised her head Looking at Dumbledore, "Is this true?"

"There was indeed an attack fifty years ago," said Dumbledore curtly, "and a student died."

"Who is the deceased? How did he die?" Marciana's blue eyes stared stubbornly at the piercing blue eyes behind Dumbledore's glasses.

The old man paused for a moment, and finally replied, "Myrtle Elizabeth Warren died in the bathroom on the second floor. There was no injury on her body."

The eyes of the three professors widened slightly, and the bathroom on the second floor was in the corridor where Mrs. Norris was found today.Snape lowered his head to think about something, and he said slowly, "In Slytherin, there are indeed rumors that the attack 50 years ago was due to the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. But the degree of reliability...can't be judged."

"If it's the women's bathroom on the second floor..." Professor McGonagall whispered, she and Marciana exchanged glances, and both witches understood who the crying Myrtle was probably.Several professors gathered around the petrified cat on the table, knowing that the situation was not good.If the attacks of 50 years ago are related to today's events, it means that the lives of students are in danger.Even if it wasn't, having a dangerous creature capable of petrifying people roaming the castle would be a shame.

Dumbledore spoke first, "We are in the light, and the enemy is in the dark, so we have to be careful. I will remind the portraits in the castle to pay attention to the clues, Severus, Minerva, please restrain the students and let them try not to be in the dark." Wandering around the castle. Martha," he turned to the young witch, "I want you to start a dueling club."

Marciana raised her eyebrows in surprise, "But dueling magic is almost useless against this unknown attacker."

"Knowing how to fight is always useful," said the old headmaster gently. "Besides, gathering students together at night and keeping them under our noses is only good for their safety."

"Okay, I see." Marciana nodded, and the three older colleagues led Mrs. Norris out of her office, with Snape walking last.Marciana wanted to stop him a little bit, but seeing his extremely tired expression, she still didn't speak in the end.

The author has something to say: To be honest, Snape, who is trying to kick Harry out of the Quidditch team every day, is really naive.

Ma: At an early age, you know not to let children play ball, look at your talent.