I'm playing a big knife at HP

Snape had known for a month that Dumbledore had hired the recently retired Alastor Moody as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.Probably knowing the benefits of asking the former Auror to teach defense skills from Marciana, all the teaching staff almost happily passed the proposal, and ignored the rumors that Moody was crazy.In any case, in order to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament, this year must be busy enough. It is always good to have a colleague who will not hold back—even if he has persecution paranoia.Snape found that the Dark Mark on his left arm was becoming more and more obvious. At this time, it is not a bad thing for Hogwarts to have a powerful Auror.Even Snape, who was rejected miserably again, had to admit that Dumbledore had made a wise decision this time.

Like last year, Marciana and Dumbledore disappeared as soon as the summer vacation came, and of course, they all returned to Hogwarts on the eve of the new term.Marciana had lost some weight, but was smiling all day, obviously overjoyed that Moody was coming—even Moody was nearly two hours late for the commencement ceremony and missed sorting completely And at the dinner party, she just put her hands on her chin and said with a smile: "Alastor just knows how to present himself in style."

Snape felt that the woman's mind was completely broken.

This weekend, after meeting his medicine supplier at the Three Broomsticks, Snape decided to sit a little longer and order a glass of Firewhiskey.He found that having a drink once in a while can effectively reduce his anxiety, and he is really under a lot of pressure recently-from students to bosses, no one is relieved.He was slightly surprised to find that Dumbledore and Moody had also arrived at the Three Broomsticks, and were sitting at a table very close to him: Snape was sitting by the window inside, and Dumbledore was sitting outside. under the window.They obviously didn't notice Snape—it was sunny outside but dim inside, and the potions professor in black robes almost melted into the background.The two ordered a barrel of mead and chatted leisurely.

Snape's good hearing allowed him to fully hear the conversation between the two - he had no intention of eavesdropping, but the two sat in broad daylight, not even using the Silencing Charm, so it was obvious that nothing important was said. He also has no psychological burden.To be honest, he was not interested in the reminiscences of the two old men, but they talked about Marciana.

"...To be honest, Albus, seeing Martha like this, I am finally relieved." Moody put the wine glass in his hand on the table, "She is very happy."

"Oh, Martha has always been an easygoing child."

Moody snorted, "She has big ideas. But do you remember her years at Hogwarts... Sometimes I think, you were right, I should let someone else adopt her, a A normal family..."

"Really?" said Dumbledore calmly, "I now feel that I was too arbitrary."

"I knew that Amelia Bones was also willing to adopt her at the time. For a girl, maybe a witch is more suitable."

"She chose you, Alastor. She is very stubborn."

"Hmph! She's a child whose whole family has just been killed. Her mind is full of revenge. Of course she will choose me."

"As it turns out, she made the right decision."

"It depends on what you think is right..." Moody took a sip of his drink, "but I know that if she was adopted by a normal family, they would waste her talents."

"Martha was indeed a special child."

"...you don't know. I was there the day we found Vitali killed. I found Martha on the second floor, that little thing, holding her brother and sister. You know I'm used to seeing Death, I can't remember how many people died around me, my mentor, my best friend, one after another apprentice... But that scene still broke my heart. She almost had a magic riot, and I almost Can't stand. Hey! Not 12 years old - very strong - I almost thought I was going to die there, but!" Moody slammed his glass on the table and pointed his index finger in the air, "She got it under control. I calmed down! I knew at that time that she was a top seedling."

"So you are willing to train her."

"Of course! Why not? I've never met a more enthusiastic student," said Moody gruffly. "You know, she offered to do all the housework just to beg me to train her. She's Spend all day in Auror Division, run errands for my young men, learn Auror training content from their mouths, and then practice secretly by yourself. Hmph, I thought I didn’t know.”

Dumbledore smiled, "As far as I know, she also made several great friends in the Order of the Phoenix."

"She is the most talented, hardworking, and most relentless student I have ever had." Moody said proudly, "I know a lot of people think I shouldn't raise a little girl like this, but they don't understand This girl."

He took another sip of his wine and was silent for a while, "But I did regret it later." He pointed to his mutilated nose.

"Evan Rozier."

"Evan Rozier...already so crazy and powerful at such a young age. I was supposed to take Martha for a birthday cake the day he ambushed me. I made a mistake. Rozier is a desperado, I still want to catch him alive."

"You have always been like this, Alastor, and this is for your benefit. No matter who the target is, killing itself has no glory."

"Yeah...yes...but it was Martha who almost killed me..." Moody put down his wine glass and put a big scarred hand on his forehead, "too small...she was too small "There shouldn't be blood on your hands."

"Yes, I agree with you." Dumbledore said steadily, "But as you said, she is here to save you. I think it's different."

"Do you really think so? You and I both know, whatever it is, after that... you're never the same again. I wasn't completely unconscious when I was sent to St. Mungo's, and I knew you were coming Yeah, I also heard her running after you, crying and asking you if I would die. I regretted it then. That girl lost so much at such a young age, maybe she shouldn't be killed by another Auror adoption."

The two drank in silence for a while, and Dumbledore said slowly, "This is not caused by you, it is war. Martha has made her choice many years ago. If one day war breaks out again - and believe Me, it’s not far away from us—it’s you who made her stronger, and it’s you who made her more likely to survive.”

"I know. I know exactly what war means," said Moody gruffly. "I don't regret it now. The girl is fine now."

Snape sat by the window for a long time that day.What does war mean?He was too young when he threw himself into it to understand.No one who has not seen war can understand the horror.The innocent fell like weeds, the weak were slaughtered like lambs, and the strong were crushed in an instant...Maybe war means loss, everything that has been painstakingly worked out, and the people you love are buried in the ruins the next moment.War also means orphans, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, and Marciana LaRosa.He looked down at his left arm, which was wrapped by his sleeve, where a light red Dark Mark was branded.He knew Dumbledore was right, that the Second War was near.

Marciana only felt that the beginning of this semester was very worrying.The usual teaching is nothing, but she and her colleagues still have to organize the Triwizard Tournament, busy strengthening the school's defenses, opening the international channel under the Black Lake, and accompanying Dumbledore to search for Voldemort's past from time to time, and caring about Mu How Dee fit in at Hogwarts.After dinner that day, Marciana quietly asked Moody, "I heard from Minerva, did you teach Draco Malfoy a lesson today?"

Moody said unceremoniously, "That's right! Who told him to cast a spell behind Harry Potter's back. Huh, Harry is also a fool. He lost his wand in a daze during the summer vacation, and now he is still there." Dare to expose your back to your opponent."

"Alastor, I told you, you can't completely transfer the training of me and training Aurors to students..."

"Okay! Okay!" Moody interrupted her irritably, "Why are you so talkative at such a young age! It's just a disarming spell for Malfoy, I didn't use much force, the kid turned pale with fright Are you still blaming me?"

Marciana covered her face, "The Disarming Curse doesn't work either... Except for classroom demonstrations, it's not good for teachers and staff to use magic spells on students! After blocking the spell, points will be deducted and you will be locked up... Hey Alastor Listen to me, Alastor!"

Moody ignored her and ran off quickly-it was a miracle that he could have such speed and agility on a wooden leg.

After nearly two months of busy work like this, it finally reached the end of October, and the representative teams of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were about to arrive.The students were so excited that they lost their minds in class—Marciana secretly decided to add the content of the day's class to the final exam.In the evening, the students put on their cloaks as ordered and waited in front of the castle. The four deans urged the students to line up and check their appearance.Professor McGonagall stopped from time to time, frowning and told the Gryffindors to put away all kinds of strange and eye-catching decorations; Professor Sprout was busy reminding the little Hufflepuffs in the lower grades to tidy up their skirts and hair; Next to Luna Lovegood, Professor Levy earnestly persuaded her to take off her earrings and necklace temporarily; and Snape was the most worry-free - as long as he stood next to someone and looked at the student coldly, The child trembled and began to check the clothes himself.The teaching staff also changed into better robes - even Marciana finally changed out of her Muggle clothes and wore a dark blue witch's robe embroidered with silver patterns.After tidying up the students in the courtyard, Snape walked up to her and stood still, looked at her several times, and said in a low voice, "What? Don't you dress like a Muggle accountant tonight?"

"You can't lose too much to the French... Also, when have you seen a fashionable accountant like me?"

Snape stared at her again, snorted noncommittally, turned his face away, and raised his chin arrogantly, "We won't lose."

Marciana felt pessimistically that Snape must have never been to France.

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang surprised the students with their theatrical appearances - the Pegasus and the large ship that spooked from the bottom of the lake were beautiful, yes - but it wasn't as if they had prepared everything behind the scenes and knew the process. For teachers who are well aware, as long as there are no accidents, thank God.

As the Headmaster of Durmstrang walked into the light in front of the castle, Marciana noticed that both Moody's and Snape's expressions had changed - Moody's face was filled with intense disgust, while Snape's expression Become cold and hard, but they all have the same disdain in their eyes. "Igor Karkaroff." Moody spat out his name word by word, and he leaned into Marciana's ear and whispered, "If you want to know what the scum of scum is , a role model in soft bones," he pointed at the tall, thin wizard in a silver cloak, "you can tell just by looking at him."

"Isn't it good that the enemy is weak?" Marciana smiled and comforted him in a low voice, "I remember him, you lived and lived in Aurors for six months in order to catch him, why don't I remember? Karkaroff is really slippery... I learned a lot of good tricks from him."

"He is definitely guilty." Moody looked at the figure shaking Dumbledore's hand and walking towards the auditorium surrounded by the crowd with great resentment. "Hmph... betrayed all the Death Eaters I knew, and Crouch let him go." Moody turned to stare at Snape, his bright blue magic eyes locked on his face, "Boy, Including you."

Snape's face was marble, pale, hard, cold, and motionless.

"Then Dumbledore testified that Professor Snape was on our side before Voldemort's downfall...Let's go, everyone has to take their seats!" Marciana left with Moody on her arm, He looked back at Snape worriedly.

His dark eyes were fixed on her.

Marciana fixed her eyes on his face for a moment, showed a small smile, and turned her head away.

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