I'm playing a big knife at HP

Sirius Black held a small secret funeral for Regulus Black, only he, Dumbledore, Marciana, Kreacher, and Harry attended.His mother had built a cenotaph for Regulus, and Sirius had buried him there.Sirius was silent for a while after the funeral, but Harry soon cheered him up again.If the truth about the locket had any lasting effect on Sirius, it was that Sirius was less repulsed by his ancestral home - it seemed that knowing he had a family he was proud of reminded him of his childhood days. Few good memories left.Of course, his ancestral home is not so exclusive to him anymore.Kreacher and a few wizards cleaned out No. 12 Grimmauld Place. With the help of the elves, the old house soon became habitable.

Harry moved here after staying at the Dursleys for half a month.The Dursleys and his family didn't intend to stay at all. When they heard that he was going to move to the house of the wanted criminal who had made a lot of noise before, they even said that it was better not to contact him any more.Hermione, Ron, Marciana and Lupine visited Black House from time to time, which brought some vitality to the old house.Kreacher still couldn't help showing distorted expressions on Hermione and Lupin's faces, but at least he didn't scold Mudbloods and werewolves in front of them, and thoughtfully prepared refreshments for them.

Marciana has been obsessed with Lupine since June Yueyuan had a fight, and proposed to hire Lupine to be her sparring partner every month-specifically, to have a fight when he transforms.Lupine turned pale with fright, tried every means to evade, and finally agreed under the instigation of Sirius - anyway, she is an Animagus, even if she can't beat her, she will not be in danger, Sirius said so.There is a fully equipped training room in Marciana's dragon skin box, and she proposes to train there, safe and secure and guaranteed privacy.

Both Sirius and Harry waited outside during the first training session.Sirius tried to persuade Marciana to let him go in to play together, but Marciana ruthlessly refused.Harry still hadn't forgotten the adventure that night, and his face was full of worry.Marciana and Lupine climbed into the box, and the lid slammed shut.Unexpectedly, only 5 minutes later, the lid of the box was opened again, and Marciana got out.

"What's wrong? Did you forget something?" Sirius asked confused.

"Ah, no," Marciana brushed back her slightly messy black hair, and said without concealing her disappointment, "It's over, he was knocked unconscious by me."

The two black-haired wizards, one big and one small, showed suffocated expressions at the same time.

"It's very strange. Today he is no different from an ordinary werewolf... But that day, do you remember that day? His strength and resistance are about the same as those of the giants! The speed is also very fast."

Sirius also pondered, "That's right, he wasn't like this before... At first I thought it was because his strength had grown significantly after he became an adult."

They have never been able to find a definite answer - even Dumbledore has only made a few conjectures.Professor Sinistra talked a lot about how the full moon happens once in a hundred years, what kind of angle a certain star and a certain star form, which greatly strengthens the power of the moon, and how the magic of Hogwarts magnifies this mysterious power , Hearing that Marciana was confused and admiring - she was excellent in all fields when she was a student, but she had no talent in astronomy and astrology.

Lupine didn't care too much: since being knocked unconscious by Marciana once, he seemed to be enthusiastic about training.Marciana privately believed that Lupine thought it would save him a few doses of Wolfsbane every month.She explained to Lupine the principle and consequences of concussion in detail, and made reasonable inferences and assumptions about the long-term and steady blow to the head that may cause concussion that cannot be avoided by magic treatment, and finally arranged a training time that combines work and rest Only then did he dispel his thoughts.

The summer vacation was pleasant in general, and Harry couldn't be happier-even the scar on his forehead that hurt and the strange dream didn't spoil his good mood.He told Sirius about it cautiously, and Dumbledore visited the Burrow after Sirius told him, and asked Harry about the nightmare in detail.But now Harry has completely forgotten about it—after all, is there anything more important to a 14-year-old boy than the Quidditch World Cup?

Sirius was still under the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic, went through a lot of procedures, and filled out a lot of forms before the Ministry of Magic allowed him to accompany his godson to watch the World Cup. With two Aurors to watch over him, he'd better not go anywhere.In the end, Arthur Weasley, as an employee of the Ministry of Magic, vouched for him, saying that he would go with Sirius Black and "keep close watch on every step", which made the Ministry of Magic relax.

This was exactly what Harry wanted: Hermione went with the Weasleys too, and he could not only be with Sirius, but also camp with his best friends, watch football games together, and there are more beautiful things than that ?It was still dark, and the Weasley family and Sirius changed into Muggle attire—Hermione and Harry supervised it to ensure that they would not be out of order—and came to the Devonshire grounds through the portkey.

When they arrived, there were still stars in the sky, and by the time they pitched up the tent, the sky had already begun to light.Harry, Ron and Hermione were sent to fetch water, while the adults gathered firewood for breakfast.When the three children passed a palace-like tent with a peacock tied to the door, the curtain was lifted, and two wizards walked out. One had long light blond hair and the other had shoulder-length black straight hair. The wizard robes, apparently not even intended to be half-muggles, were Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape.Harry and the three of them cried unluckily, and prepared to blend in with the crowd and walk away lightly.Snape seemed to be saying goodbye to old Malfoy, but he didn't notice them.But at this moment, a boy with light blond hair also came out, he saw Harry at a glance, and shouted loudly, "Potter!" He showed a mocking smile, "...and your little follower and Mud Kind of. Why, Weasley, I thought your family wouldn't be able to afford World Cup tickets if you sold all your belongings."

Ron blushed, Hermione raised her brows, Harry was furious, and stepped forward, "Apologize!"

Snape and Lucius Malfoy finally set their sights on the young wizards.

Harry found himself at a disadvantage - the three young wizards were certainly no match for Snape and old Malfoy.But he didn't want to retreat, and he still stood there stubbornly, glaring at the few people.

"Harry!" Suddenly, a wizard with long black curly hair stood behind him. "Sirius!" Harry exclaimed happily.

"I see you have been there for a while, to see what's going on," he looked up with a cold face, "as expected, you have encountered unpleasant troubles."

"Sirius Black." Snape gritted his teeth at him, "I never thought you'd come out of your dog hole."

"Snape." Sirius' voice was full of hatred, "Strange, are you willing to emerge from your cellar?"

Lucius Malfoy arrogantly stroked his snake-headed wand, "It seems that the Ministry of Magic is still too careless." Sirius cast a cold glance at him, "Malfoy." He turned to stare at Draco Malfoy glanced at it, then looked away.

At this time, a blond witch also came out of the tent. She stared at Sirius with a pale face, "Sirius."

Sirius raised his face, "... Narcissa."

Harry felt as if the tension in the air had squeezed out the oxygen, and he glanced nervously at Ron and Hermione, who looked at the adults in bewilderment.

At this moment, a group of very eye-catching wizards passed by them talking in a foreign language, diverting their attention briefly.This group of people is tall and slender, with profound and handsome features. The men, without exception, wear well-tailored handmade suits, vests, cuff buttons, ties, and handkerchiefs; most of the women wear colorful embroidered dresses and high-heeled sandals .Harry only felt that this group of people seemed to have walked straight out of a fashion magazine, which really caught the eye.They were dressed in a very Muggle style, but it was unusual enough to be camping so well dressed.

Narcissa Malfoy snorted and whispered disgustedly, "These Italians."

A young woman suddenly came out of the group, whispered something to the very handsome middle-aged man in the lead, and walked towards Harry and the others.Her style of clothing is quite different from that of her companions. At first glance, she looks like a fashionable girl on the streets of London.She wears aviator sunglasses, high-top black leather boots with thick soles (Harry remembers these seem to be called Martin boots?), black jeans, a vest with thin shoulder straps, and a light-colored denim jacket loosely covered. There is a big clover badge pinned to the front of the skirt, two lines of green paint are painted on the left and right sides of the cheeks, and there are a pair of hoop earrings on the ears.She took off her sunglasses and waved her hand. The one with the high ponytail swaying behind her was actually Marciana LaRosa.As if she didn't feel the tension in the atmosphere, she casually walked among the few people and greeted each of them cheerfully, "Everyone arrived early!"

Her arrival was like pricking a hole in a balloon, and the awkward atmosphere just now relaxed slightly.

"Professor La Rosa!" Hermione exclaimed with great delight.Sirius also showed a faint smile, "You look handsome today."

Marciana smiled back at them, raised her head, and said with a smile, "Severus, Mr. Malfoy, Mrs. Malfoy. Hello, Draco."

Snape didn't answer, just looked at her and nodded slightly.Draco Malfoy had a tangled look on his face, but he still didn't speak in the end.Lucius Malfoy narrowed his eyes slightly, "Look who this is, Marciana LaRosa." His eyes swept over Marciana and Sirius, and he sneered, "It seems that you Have found that you and Sirius Black have a lot in common, given your... history, I have to say that was expected. Take your time talking... as long as it's not in front of my tent." He raised his head Chin, "Excuse me, I won't accompany you." After he finished speaking, he pushed his son, and the family disappeared into the tent.

Snape's face was gloomy, his eyes swept over Marciana, and finally he gave Sirius Black a menacing look, and also left quickly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and asked her curiously, "Who were those people just now?"

"Ah? Oh..." Marciana replied absent-mindedly, "My cousins... they are from Italy. Where are you going? I'll go say hello to Arthur and Molly too."

They met many Hogwarts students along the way.When Cho Chang of Ravenclaw greeted them, Harry was so nervous that he splashed a large area of ​​clothes on his chest.Marciana raised her eyebrows, and exchanged a knowing glance with Sirius.Then Sirius kept trying to find out who Cho Chang was from Harry, and seemed terribly proud that his godson had started liking little girls.

It was a good game, and Ireland won despite Klum catching the Snitch.Marciana sneaks off to join the festivities at the Irish camp, which is full of drunken wizards, leprechauns circling and laughing, and throwing gold coins to the crowd by the handful.Marciana bought a large glass of dark beer, and while drinking it happily, she skillfully dismissed a few groups of people who came to strike up a conversation.Just when the atmosphere was warm, people screamed and ran, as well as wild laughter and drunken shouts suddenly came from a distance.She heard a man beside her muttering and complaining in French, "...how come England's wizards are Quidditch hooligans...", she saw a bright green light illuminating the woods there, and the shape of a skeleton was slowly moving. rise slowly.Marciana opened her eyes wide, dropped the beer, drew out her wand, and ran in that direction.

When Marciana arrived, she saw twenty wizards from the Ministry of Magic pointing their wands at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Stop it! That's Harry Potter!" she snapped, throwing the Iron Armor Charm at the three children without a pause.When more than half of the wizards heard her words, they put down their wands hesitantly, but a few of them still shot spells.Fortunately, Harry pulled Ron and Hermione to the ground, and the Iron Armor Curse bounced off the spell that flew to the ground, and they were not hit.At this time, Sirius and Arthur Weasley also came, and Arthur shouted, "Stop! That's my son." Squeezing into the encirclement, Sirius and Arthur pulled Harry and Ron up and down Looking at it, the face is full of fear.Marciana also stood in front of Hermione, protecting her tightly.

At this time, officials from the Ministry of Magic also rushed over.Marciana really watched a good show. Mr. Crouch first suspected Harry and the others, and then his own elf was caught, holding Harry's wand in his hand.Mr. Diggory again suspected that it was Harry and the elf Winky. The three little wizards—especially Hermione—contested to defend Winky. Fortunately, Crouch drove the elf away neatly.In the end, after a round of skin pulling, they were so hot-faced, but nothing came out—of course, Sirius was also suspected by others, and it was Arthur who angrily insisted that he had never left him for half a step. give up.Knowing that everyone was safe, Marciana stopped listening to them accusing each other over and over again, and turned her eyes to the sky.

The green skull has been dispelled, but not long ago, a former Death Eater summoned the mark that was used to show Voldemort's power here, and Voldemort's deterrence is still strong 13 years after he disappeared. ——Look, just a sign made half of the camp run away in panic, and the Ministry of Magic desperately tried to shirk responsibility from each other.She lowered her eyes, trying to hide the coldness in her eyes. She had a hunch that if Voldemort returned, the Ministry of Magic would never be reliable.She looked around, Arthur, like the Aurors, had a worried look on his face, and Sirius held Harry's shoulder tightly with one hand, and looked up at the sky just like she did before, with an indistinguishable expression on his face.

On the way back to the Weasleys' camp, neither Sirius nor Marciana spoke, only Arthur was still comforting the three little wizards and answering their questions.The six returned to the tent, and Marciana helped to heal the injured Bill and Percy, comforted the other children who were frightened, and was ready to leave.She climbed out of the tent to find Sirius coming out after her. "Leave me alone," he raised a pack of cigarettes in his hand, "I just want to smoke one." He walked two steps into the woods next to the camp, leaned on the trunk of a tree, and pulled out a cigarette. cigarette.

Marciana raised her eyebrows and followed, leaning against another tree with her arms crossed.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Sirius drew out his wand and waved it. A huge flame came out from the tip of the wand, singeing a lock of his hair. He cursed inarticulately, "I've never been good at this."

Marciana looked at the sky helplessly, snapped her fingers, a small flame appeared on her middle finger, and stretched it out.Sirius bit his cigarette and moved closer, rolled his eyelids and glanced at her, "Must it be the middle finger, ma'am?"

Marciana ignored him.Sirius took a deep breath and exhaled slowly through his nose. He looked more relaxed, "Would you like one? Muggle things are quite interesting."

"No smoking, no way."

Sirius took another deep breath, the light of the cigarette butt reflected in his eyes, which was frighteningly bright, "Tonight, a Death Eater misses his master." He sneered, "Speaking of Death Eaters, I I know quite a few of them. We just ran into two this morning."

"It won't be them. Malfoy and Snape aren't there."

"With how slippery they are, they certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to wait there. I guarantee they'll Apparate as soon as they're done, how can those stupid pigs from the Ministry of Magic catch them?"

"Pull it down, Sirius! Don't forget, the spell is cast with Harry's wand. I don't know about Malfoy, but Snape, he is within a radius of 50 meters of Harry, Harry can't wait to grow How do you get Harry's wand when you've got a thorn all over your body? Besides, after thinking about it, I know that these two people are the most unhappy people to see the Dark Mark appearing tonight."

Sirius had a sullen face, but did not refute.

Marciana looked at him and said slowly, "Sirius, if Voldemort comes back--we all know it will come--you know that Snape is on our side, right? You know you have to stand by his side." Are you fighting?"

Sirius looked as if Marciana had just kindly invited him to eat a big bucket of fox feces.

"I don't believe him," he said stubbornly.

"I know you and Snape hate each other," Marciana said calmly. "I'm not asking you to be friends with him, but you have to look out for the bigger picture."

"I didn't get along with him at Hogwarts. Never liked him." Sirius looked sullen.

"Don't hide it like that, Snape hates Lupine, but he hates you, just like you hate him. It's not all about your fifth year, you and I know it well." Sirius Looking up at her, Marciana's eyes flashed coldly, as if she wanted to pierce into his heart, "There's nothing incomprehensible about this. You can't forgive him for being with the Death Eaters, and he can't forgive you for suggesting Another secret-keeper. You blame him for James' death, and he blames you for Lily's death."

Sirius gave a strange smile, "Yes! It's more than that! I might as well tell you...I've been in Azkaban for 12 years, thinking about it day and night, taking every detail, every sentence The dialogue was crumbled and thought about a thousand times. I thought... there was always someone, who revealed that prophecy to Voldemort. Who was it? Dumbledore never mentioned it. I put every one I suspected was a Death Eater Everyone thought about it once, anyone is possible... However, I ignored the most important clue: the timing. Not long after Harry was born, Dumbledore brought back the news and hid James and Lily, And since then he's had an additional informant in the Death Eaters. I didn't notice it at the time, but in Azkaban, I've been thinking about it every waking moment, and gradually the clues They got connected... The most likely candidate for the informant is Snape, who has been to Lily... Bah! So, the next question is... How did the informant know the content of the prophecy? Voldemort will To tell his lackeys such a prophecy? I don't think so, I understand his logic... I understand his people. Voldemort has to stay high above his lackeys, he won't show his affection for a baby I'm apprehensive. That's why I came to the conclusion..." Sirius had a calm expression on his thin face, but his eyes shone almost madly, "That informant was Snape, and he was the one who revealed the prophecy to Voldemort. Of course, At that time, I was only [-]% or [-]% sure. Then I escaped and found that Snape was at Hogwarts. I tried my best to find out from the Ministry of Magic, and learned that he had been accused of being a Death Eater and that it was Deng Bullido fished him out of Azkaban himself. It wasn't until then that I was finally sure that my guess was right."

Marciana looked at Sirius Black quietly, and thought to herself, people say that the person who knows you best is your enemy, and this statement is indeed true.

Sirius snuffed out the dying cigarette between his fingers, and continued, "The most ridiculous thing to me is... I can't accuse him publicly yet, because poor old Snape has done his best to make it up. Hmm, it's as if Moonface said that I couldn't be blamed for Wormtail's betrayal. . . is bullshit. I didn't tell anyone about my speculation, but yes, I hate him. Why can't I hate him? I hate myself too, I hate My stupidity and blindness, ha! If I can't even forgive myself, why should I forgive Snape? I will never forget what he did."

Intense pain dripped from Sirius' words, and his face bears the marks of long-endured torment—just as water can leave marks on stones, inner pain and despair will also leave marks on people's faces. Carve your own marks on it.Marciana was no stranger to such a face, she had seen such marks on the face of another black-haired wizard.You are strangely alike in that, she thought, and you hate each other for exactly the same reasons you hate yourselves.

Marciana noticed that Sirius stood up straight, staring at her with an ugly face, and then realized that she had spoken the last sentence.She immediately regretted it and pursed her lips tightly.

"I have to go back, Harry should go to bed." Sirius suddenly brushed off the cigarette ash on his body, and said, "You should also go to bed. What's the use of us talking here, Voldemort doesn't know when he will come back Well. It's too early for us to worry about this." After that, he walked to the Weasley family's tent.

Marciana stood alone for a while in the woods.She thought of the snake, and the diary, and the locket, and the Dark Mark tonight—really, is it too early?

The author has something to say: In this chapter, Martha’s uncles, brothers, and cousins ​​pass by, and her relatives on her father’s side are all very stinking and beautiful. As a wizard, they follow the trend closely, but they look down on the fashion taste of the British—— Especially contempt for the fashion taste of British wizards.

Never mind, British wizards look down on them too, even :)

Meaning: you soil.

Ying: You are vulgar.

Meaning: The red hair in your country is ugly, too pale, and the teeth are not good.

Ying: Is it useful to look good?you short :)

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