I'm playing a big knife at HP

When Snape came to deliver the medicine on the third day, Marciana had already woken up, and he faintly heard her begging softly, "...don't tell Alastor..." He approached and found Dumbledore Lido was also there, and they both turned to look at him when they heard his footsteps.

Marciana's face was still pale, but for some reason, as long as she opened her eyes, her whole body would be in high spirits.She smiled happily.

"Ah, Severus, you brought the medicine yourself. Thank you very much, you saved Martha's life." Dumbledore said very kindly. "I see she is much better."

"She is not in danger for the time being, but she is still too early to recover," said the Potions Professor coldly. "You should have noticed that her magic power has declined?"

"Yes, what can you do?"

"I would suggest not to drink the poisonous potion next time." Snape snorted coldly, "Besides, drink the antidote every once in a while, and the magic power will slowly recover."

"How long will it take to fully recover?"

"It's hard to say," he pondered for a moment, "Six months, a year, it's all possible."

Marciana and Dumbledore looked at each other. "So it looks like," said the old Headmaster slowly, "we're going to need another job advertisement."

Marciana sighed regretfully, "I quite like teaching."

"I'm glad to hear that, I find teaching a very satisfying job myself," said Dumbledore with a smile. "Maybe we can find you another job at Hogwarts. You know , Professor Bubaji mentioned to me that a school in Canada gave her a position with a very good salary, and she has always been very interested in North American culture, but I have been unable to find a suitable new teacher, so I struggled to retain her. If you can take over her teaching position, she can finally get her wish."

"Really?" Marciana's eyes lit up, "If Professor Bubaji really has such a plan... this arrangement is really good. I can stay at Hogwarts, and I don't need to cast spells for theory classes. Albus, you really are a genius!"

"You want Professor Larosa to teach Muggle studies?" Snape couldn't believe his ears, "She's a pure blood witch who grew up in the wizarding world!

"Thank you for your concern, I happen to be very interested in the culture and customs of Muggle society." Marciana said very unhappy, "Muggles never found out when I was hiding in disguise! Besides, in the past few years, I Lived in Muggle society all the time."

Seeing Marciana's squinting cat eyes, Snape decided that he didn't care about the quality of Muggle Studies teaching and that it wasn't worth arguing with Marciana LaRosa and Dumbledore.

After sending Snape and Dudu away, Dumbledore took out a golden locket, "I have some sad news, what we found is not a real Horcrux." Marciana opened the locket, Take out a piece of parchment inside and unfold it. On the parchment is written in handsome handwriting,

To the Dark Lord

I'll be dead before you read this

But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I'm willing to risk my life, but I hope that when you meet your opponent

can be killed.

RAB

"RAB" Marciana murmured, "It looks like we have an unnamed companion."

"An unknown hero," said Dumbledore, "although I think I've guessed who he is. I must admit, I didn't expect him to do this...to have such courage..."

"Destroy it as soon as possible..." Marciana frowned, "I think we still need to continue the investigation. Before confirming that the real locket has been destroyed, we can't assume that he has succeeded."

"I think so too, but—assuming my guess is correct, and I'm fairly confident in my guess—our unsung hero is indeed dead, and all his surviving relatives are in Azkaban, not even the residence They are all hidden by ancient magic. We can only shelve this clue for now."

"No matter what, it's always a clue." Marciana shrugged, "Let's just keep looking. Although my magic power is a little weaker now, I still have the ability to investigate and track—my control is a little bit weaker." Nothing is lost, and all the magic that should be used can be used."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, "I plan to let you take over Caredy's job after Christmas... How is your Legilimency?"

Marciana smiled: "Why don't you judge for yourself?"

The old and the young looked at each other for a moment, Dumbledore nodded, "It's good enough. Then I want you to investigate these directions..."

During the following summer vacation, Snape rarely saw Marciana LaRosa except when delivering potions.She rested for a week, and after her magic power returned to the average level of a fifth-grade student, she was absent from time to time, and the antidotes were handed over by Dumbledore.Snape had seen her a few times in the castle, and each time she was wearing a traveling cloak, dusty, and once wrapped in a thick fur cloak, her cheeks were red with cold, and her eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with frost.

Therefore, Snape was a little surprised to see Marciana in the Hog's Head.Marciana was wearing a snow-blue robe that day, her hair was rolled up again, and she was wearing a pair of pearl earrings. She was dressed in the same elegant and dignified manner as in the semester.She was sitting by the window with a glass of beer in hand, looking down at a thick notebook, writing and drawing in it from time to time.The afternoon sun streamed through her jet-black hair, framing her collarbone and delicate shoulders wrapped in summer light fabrics.Marciana suddenly looked up, saw Snape, smiled and waved to him.Snape felt that half the street was starting to look at him. He was very unhappy, but he couldn't pretend he didn't see him, so he walked into the bar.The Pig's Head Bar, where the business is not as good as the Three Broomsticks, is particularly crowded today, especially the corner where Marciana is sitting.Although the whole bar had an old and dirty atmosphere, the table where Marciana was sitting seemed to be brighter than other places, allowing people to see her at a glance.She moved the pen and paper on the table to make a seat for Snape - Snape wanted to stop him: now he had to sit down again.

He was very sensitive to the eyes cast on him by the drinkers around him, and was even more uncomfortable being looked at by Marciana's smiling eyes, so he had nothing to say: "I haven't seen you much recently. What are you doing here alone? ?”

"I'm not alone either. Albus is upstairs interviewing a new teacher. I just sorted out last year's lesson plans and I'm thinking of waiting for him while drinking." Marciana spread out her notebook, "If that person passes the interview , I just handed him the notes and outline."

Snape reached for her notebook and flipped through it. It contained the content of each lesson of each week, the spells taught, the arrangement of actual combat exercises, the students' mastery, common difficulties, the reading materials used, notes written on the blackboard, homework and The distribution of test scores, etc., is organized clearly and in detail.He looked at the table again, and found that Marciana had organized the homework questions and exam questions by grade and neatly bound them into a folder.He raised his eyebrows, "You are patient."

"It's just for reference," she said briskly, "Everyone has their own ideas, and new teachers may not be able to use them. But you have to explain the progress clearly." She glanced at the package in his hand, "Come to buy something Well. Would you like something to drink? I invite you."

"No need!" Snape quickly refused, "I'm going back now." He frowned, "I don't need a lady to buy me wine."

"Is it so old-fashioned, Severus?" She propped her chin and looked at him with a smile, "You worked so hard to save my life, shouldn't I buy you a glass?"

"When did we start using Christian names."

"You said we can do it when we are colleagues in the second year." Marciana smiled even more happily, "'Professor Snape' has too many syllables, please forgive me! Please also , call me Martha."

Before Snape could answer, he saw Dumbledore coming down the stairs, followed by a thin, flaxen-haired wizard.

Snape stood up abruptly.Marciana turned away.

"Lupine!" "Remus?" they both called at the same time.

Marciana stepped forward quickly, her eyes widened, "It's really you!"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Ah, Remus, you should still remember Martha and Severus, they are both teaching at Hogwarts now. Martha, we are lucky that Remus has promised Join us in the fall."

Lupine took a step forward, smiled and stretched out a hand, "Nice to see you again, Martha." Marciana held that hand tightly, and Lupine looked up at Snape, "Long time no see, Severus."

Marciana turned her head, and Snape's face was filled with intense hatred, which was terribly gloomy.

Ah yes... an old grudge between these two.Marciana remembered.

"You can't be serious, Headmaster!" Snape growled. "Again? And you didn't read the Daily Prophet? After Black escaped..."

"I'm sure Remus will never put the students in danger," Dumbledore interrupted.

"Really? But you must understand..." Snape sneered. "I don't have the same confidence."

"I'm very confident." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Especially when you're around."

Snape saw determination in the eyes of the old wizard, knowing that this decision cannot be changed, his face changed, and finally he snorted and walked away.

Snape was in a very, very bad mood for the next few days, and with no students to bully him over the summer, he couldn't express his anger.It was at this moment that Marciana knocked on the door of his office.He strode out from behind the desk, slammed the door open, and asked roughly, "What are you doing?"

He found Marciana wearing a short cloak, wearing small boots, and carrying the half-worn dragon suitcase she brought when she came. She smiled slightly and said, "I'm leaving, I won't be back until next year, so I'm here to say goodbye .”

Snape frowned at her.

"Well...my office has been cleaned up. I gave Albus the books and notes of Casas that were in my office before." She pursed her lips and handed over a colored leaflet, "I have something to show you."

Snape pulled the leaflet out of her hand, looked down, and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Die Zauberflote? A Muggle show?"

"Well, The Magic Flute, a Muggle opera." She showed a mysterious smile, "But I promise, it's not just what it looks like."

There was a mocking expression on the face of the black-robed wizard, "What made you think I would be interested in this kind of thing?"

"It was funny last time I let you listen to something, wasn't it?" she said calmly. From mid-January to mid-December. December [-] is a Saturday, and the school is also entering the exam week at that time, so it is not so busy, I think it will be more convenient for you."

Snape's face was sullen, and her attitude did not soften. She sighed slightly, with a helpless expression on her face, "The decision is in your hands. The performance starts at seven o'clock in the evening, and I will arrive at Covent at 06:30 The gate of the Royal Opera House in the garden. If you come, I promise there will be something interesting. If you don't come..." She paused, "I will wait until six fifty." She thought about it and added, "But I would very much like you to come."

After finishing speaking, she picked up the dragon suitcase again, "Goodbye Severus, I wish you a happy summer vacation."

The author has something to say: The inspiration for this plot was actually the "Duet of Flowers" in the opera "Lakme", but I checked the database of the Royal Opera House, and "Lakme" was only staged once in 2007 hahaha ( crying). The time and date of the performance of "The Magic Flute" are real, and it just so happens that "The Magic Flute" itself is also a work full of occult symbolism, so let's just make do with it.

Ma: I will buy you adrink.

S: No.

Ma: Old fashion (rolleyes). Fine, I will take you out on date then.

S: Waitwhat?! Hellno!

Author: I can't write this emotional line anymore.