I'm playing a big knife at HP

The next day, Nearly Headless Nick and Justin Fenriely were petrified.There was genuine panic: not just because some students had been attacked, but because people couldn't figure out what could harm a ghost.

Marciana crouched at her desk, writing and drawing on a piece of parchment.

Snake cavity (the attacker might be a snake?), can be petrified/lethal (no scars) (curse?), the victim looks horrified (the attacker described it as scary? The size may be huge), women's bathroom on the second floor, attack location Not sure, can petrify ghosts.She felt that the clues were gradually connecting together.

Maybe I need to do some research, she thought.

On the last day before the Christmas break, Marciana went to see Dumbledore.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that you found Harry, and I think you guessed it." Marciana said straight to the point as soon as she sat down, "I'm afraid there is a basilisk living in our castle."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Don't look at me like that," she put the parchment on his desk and drew a few circles, "can curse petrification or death, is big enough for the victim to see at a glance, and is probably related to snakes " She clicked on the intersection of the three circles, "the most likely are Basilisk and Medusa. The Gorgon doesn't like the Scottish climate at all, and the existing ones live on the Mediterranean coast, and I can't imagine such a high intelligence What is the need for the race to be dangling around here: petrified cats, ghosts, and little boys are not their hobbies. Medusa will give priority to attacking adult males." She spread her hands, "Do you have any premonition of death recently? ?"

Dumbledore laughed, "I'm afraid I'm past the age where Medusa would be interested. You're right, and may I add," his long fingers met, "Hagrid told me someone strangled his rooster."

"That's why the basilisk didn't run away." Marciana thought, "The basilisk doesn't have the ability to strangle a rooster... So, someone set it free."

"I said it to Minerva, and I'll say it to you again. It's not who—nor what—it's how."

Marciana sighed, "Do you need me to stay in school for Christmas? If you need, I can stay."

"It's okay, go home for Christmas, I don't want Alastor to settle accounts with me." Dumbledore smiled, "Say hello to him for me."

"Of course. He's been thinking about getting you a drink."

Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood, "I did get a barrel of pretty good mead recently... But Martha, please don't tell me everything you guessed just yet."

Marciana asked a little surprised, "Even Minerva and Snape can't do it? I think they should have reached a similar conclusion by then."

"No, I don't think Minerva is thinking about the basilisk, and I don't want to worry her too much. She will insist on closing Hogwarts... To be honest, I haven't thought about it, but I have some thoughts …As for Severus, if he guessed, at least he didn't tell me."

She hesitated and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you...but if I change the lesson plan and add a chapter on common petrifying magical creatures and self-defense, would you object?" She added, "Children Scared. Knowledge dispels fear of the unknown”

Dumbledore showed a mysterious smile, "You are the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and you have the right to decide the content of your teaching."

Marciana breathed a sigh of relief.

"And," said the old man with a smile, "I say no, will you listen to me?"

"I will try my best to convince you." Marciana shrugged and stood up, "I'll leave early tomorrow morning, if I don't see you before then..." She walked around the desk and hugged Dumbledore, " Merry Christmas."

Early the next morning, Marciana apparated to the familiar small house, raised her hand and knocked on the door.The door slid open a small crack, and a beady magic eye stared at her vigilantly, "Prove your identity!" A rough and ugly voice said, "What do you think is the greatest evil in the world?"

"Muggles take over the world, no no no no I'm kidding, oops! Just kidding! Pizza with pineapples and anchovies! Oh, it's really me!" The curse, while carrying the suitcase into the door, complained, "Your safety question is not good... half of the people in the world can answer it!"

"Bah, the black wizard will definitely not be able to answer it!"

"Anyone who knows me a little bit can answer." Marciana hugged Moody affectionately, and kissed his bruised side quickly.Moody yelled, raised his sleeve and wiped his face desperately, "You stinky girl has learned all that nonsense in Europe for a few years, we are British! We would rather die than hug!"

"Hmm," Marciana said perfunctorily, "I miss you too."

"Hmph!" Moody muttered angrily, "I think you're the Dark Wizard in disguise."

This year's pre-Christmas is as mundane and orderly as ever: decorating the Christmas tree, shopping for gifts, sending cards and presents at the owl post office, shopping for ingredients, baking cookies, and preparing Christmas dinner.Instead of roasting a whole turkey because there were only two of them, Marciana went to the trouble of roasting a steak Wellington, using the turkey breast for a spiced and sausage-stuffed meatloaf, and making a stump cake.While she was mixing sesame sauce with soy sauce and mirin, she listened to Moody's nagging, "...it's such a troublesome thing every year, if you put all your attention into cooking and fighting, the Dark Lord probably wouldn't have made a comeback Here's the chance..."

"Nonsense, at my age, have you ever seen someone who can beat better than me?" She didn't take it seriously, and added a box of mashed soft tofu to the bowl, sprinkled bonito flakes, and stirred with a fork. "No one can break my assessment record... Hey, help me try..."

"Hmph! Complacency makes one slack! Laxity kills! ... Well, this is really good, I like sweet ones."

"I knew you liked it, and I added two tablespoons of soft white sugar... I didn't relax, and you also know that I have been living a bloody life for the past few years. Take it easy."

"How's the old Albus thing doing? What's the sauce for?"

"Salad mix, Japanese style. Albus is very good, still very strong, eats sugar harder than me, he brought it for you. He got a barrel of good mead."

"Well, he always gets the best mead from Rosmerta. Are you busy at Hogwarts?"

"It's okay, teaching is fun, but you really won't believe how many students are about to graduate and can't cast an Iron Armor Curse, which scares people to death. It's actually not very busy, but there are a few petrochemical incidents recently, so it's busier than usual a little."

"Hmph! I knew dark wizards never stop. Hey, is that mead?"

"Yes, I brought it to you from the three broomsticks. Put it down! Don't drink before dinner!" Marciana put her hands on her hips and shook her magic wand behind her back. The mashed potatoes turned into flowers by themselves. "How's work in the Ministry? Have you met any interesting new people?"

"You young people are not as good as one class, and far worse than you were in the past... But I have brought a disguise magus under my command, named Nymphadora Tonks, I think I can talk to you .”

"Yo, Tonks! I know her, Hufflepuff. She was a few years younger than me at Hogwarts. She has a great talent," Martha spewed out a thin flame from her wand, Bake the tops of mashed potatoes until they are golden brown and crispy. "She can get full marks without studying for this subject."

"That's needless to say! Hmph, but that girl is so stupid that she can wrestle on flat ground, and she can't pass stealth and stalking. She has a good personality, and I'll show her to you next time."

"Okay! I will invite her to my house for dinner when I have a vacation. I will teach her how to do it and make sure she passes it."

Moody slammed the floor with his wooden leg in dissatisfaction, "What! Are you itchy? Do you think you can teach better than me?"

"That's not what you say," Marciana waved her magic wand, mixed salad, freshly baked buns, homemade seasoned butter and jam, steak wrapped in golden pastry, mashed potatoes, turkey Rolls, stump cakes and crème brûlée creme brulee with their amber crunchy shells floated themselves to the table, taking their place without spilling a drop of sauce. "At that time, I invented several very useful spells for stealth tracking! Did you teach her?"

"Teacher, but what's the use of being perfect invisibility, noise reduction and hiding the smell," Moody said depressingly, "During the last assessment, she kicked down a barrel, and then all the barrels fell down, smashing Two fruit stalls and a scaffolding were broken, and the scaffolding fell directly on the tracker's head, knocking him unconscious."

"...I think she has great potential."

Moody was busy opening the barrel of mead, snorted noncommittally, put his broken nose to the opening and took a deep breath, "Yes, yes! It's matured in good oak barrels." Two silver wine glasses, raised his own: "Jing lived another year!"

Marciana also raised her glass, "A safe year!"

"Be vigilant at all times!"

"Be vigilant at all times."

"Well, this salad dressing is really good, you can make it a few more times."

"Good job!"

Christmas morning is also the same as in previous years, and even the gifts received are similar to previous years.Marciana was up early in the morning to receive waves of owls and pile presents under the Christmas tree before Moody got up.

She had just finished making the coffee when Moody staggered into the kitchen.Marciana handed over a bottle of sober potion, "Here! You drank the whole barrel of wine last night, I thought you would sleep a little longer."

Moody gulped down the potion, shuddered, and woke up to find that Marciana had gone to the living room,

"Come unwrap the presents! You're going to be quick this year, and I want to have breakfast before noon! I'm going to make French toast, how about it?"

"French toast is nice, but presents need to be unwrapped carefully," Moody muttered.

In all fairness, Moody and Martha received no more gifts than the average British wizarding family, but they always took several times longer to unwrap the gifts than others.Every Christmas, rather than unwrapping presents, it’s better to practice the black magic detection methods known in the magic world—but thanks to this review, she has 15% of the content of the black magic identification and treatment of the Auror qualification exam. The plenary meeting will be held at the age of one.

Marciana was a little surprised to find a small package simply wrapped in parchment paper among the gifts.

"Hey, he can also give Christmas presents." She said to herself.Although she had given Snape a Christmas present, she hadn't really expected anything in return.

Moody's magic eye turned and saw the signature on the greeting card, he raised his wand suddenly, "Put it down! Put it down now!"

Martha immediately threw the small package on the carpet, "Okay, okay, it should be fine."

"Severus Snape used to be a Death Eater, hey, what good things can he send! How dare you touch it!"

"It's okay, it's okay, he is my colleague now, you see, the contents of the package are written on the card."

This is real.Snape's card was not so much a greeting card as an instruction manual. The name, composition and function of the potion were densely written on the card in extremely small characters.She squinted her eyes and found that there was a taste of eau-de-vie in the long list of ingredients, and she suddenly realized that this was not a Christmas gift but a share of spoils.

While handing the card to Moody, she opened the package, and there was indeed a lonely bottle of potion inside, with a small note underneath: I sincerely hope your mother is not a Muggle.

She raised her eyebrows high.

At this time, Moody also read the card, "Only witches can take it, and after taking it, it will awaken the memories of some female blood relatives from the maternal line. I have never heard of this potion."

"It's written in the library of Tibias Casas, but I didn't expect him to make it... The steps are very cumbersome and difficult. You see, the materials are rare and the effect is very weak. You can only drink it once in a lifetime. Awakened memory It's completely random, which means that it is very likely that after drinking it, it will only learn to sew buttons like grandma. Tsk, if you think about it, there will be no market, no wonder it will be lost." Martha spread her hands. "But it's a great gift to me."

"He knows your mother's parentage?" Moody looked at her sharply.

"I probably don't know." Martha handed over the small note, "But for me, even if I only learned my mother's way of frying potatoes, I think it's worth it."

Moody snorted, "This kid has no manners at all... You have to beware of Snape, Dumbledore doesn't know why he trusts him, but I don't."

Martha gave Moody a meaningful look, "Actually, he's okay."

"What did you hear?" Moody grunted. "You can't believe it all, and you can't be sure what you heard, anyway!" The old Auror stomped his wooden leg.

Martha immediately raised her wand to her chest, and said loudly, "Always be on your guard!"

The Christmas holiday is only two short weeks, and after the New Year, Marciana will go back.She carried the suitcase and walked towards the door, suddenly feeling a little bit reluctant. "You remember to invite Tonks to have dinner at home. I have time off for Easter and summer vacation."

"Understood, long-winded."

"I will write."

"Who asked you to write a letter!" Moody glared at her, "I asked you to report to me the investigation progress of the petrochemical incident in time!"

"Okay. Eat the biscuits I baked slowly, you have enough sugar."

Moody waved his hand impatiently.

She went to the door, and Moody pulled it open for her, and said gruffly, "Girl, do it well." He looked at her with one small black eye and one huge magic eye of bright blue, " I am proud of you."

Martha threw herself on him and hugged him tightly, "I love you, Alastor."

Moody jumped and cursed, "Damn girl, you told me not to do things like Europeans, get out of here!"

Martha laughed and ran out the door, which slammed shut behind her, shaking the holly wreaths hanging on the porch.She spun lightly and disappeared in place.

The author has something to say: The author yells: the water of life and the memory of the mother belong to the dunes, and I am just playing tricks.Of course, this potion is definitely not as powerful as the melange in the dunes, otherwise the low-magic world of hp will collapse.Speaking of Dune is going to make a new movie, I am excited and looking forward to it, dancing with ecstasy.

Adoptive father Moody appeared!I think the grumpy old man is cute!But the old man thinks there is a problem with the professor's composition, tsk.