I'm playing a big knife at HP

That evening, Marciana finished her last class as usual and mixed with the students to go to the auditorium.At this time, she saw Dumbledore leading Harry and several other contestants walking quickly as if avoiding some plague. Not far behind them, a blond witch in a magenta robe was entangled with Sneaker. Harry said something, Harry turned around and gave Snape a gloating look, while the potions professor was gnashing his teeth and staring at the little wizard and the old headmaster who were walking away.

The oversaturated bright magenta made Marciana's eyeballs hurt, and she squinted her eyes to look at the witch—ah!is her! —Marciana immediately understood the pained and murderous expression on Snape's face.Seeing that Snape's face was getting darker and darker, and he was walking faster and closer, Marciana immediately decided to die as a fellow Taoist, and walked quickly towards the auditorium with her head down and mixed with the students.It's a pity that she was dressed in a Muggle attire, and she was a head taller than the students around her, so she was caught by the Magenta Witch.

"Marciana La Rosa! I heard that you are teaching here, so I thought it was a mistake." The Magenta Witch ran after her, reaching out to grab her wrist.Marciana turned around very quickly, raised her hand to pin a lock of hair behind her ear, and nimbly dodged the claw with two-inch nails.

"Oh, Rita Skeeter." She looked down at her with a smile. "You're here for the Triwizard Tournament, so I won't bother you."

"Ah no, I just need some opinions from those around the warriors," Rita Skeeter smiled slyly, "I didn't expect Dumbledore to hire you. The teaching team at Hogwarts is really complicated. ...Have any parents of students worried or dissatisfied because of your past cases? Do the students know your history?" While speaking, she blocked Marciana's way and took out a quill.

"The students and parents are very sympathetic to Dali and have no complaints." Marciana smiled kindly. "After all, the Wizengamot has proved my innocence."

"However, I heard that there are still many doubts in the case back then. Many people think that your adoptive father, Alastor Moody, abused his power and his influence in the Auror Division covered up the evidence for you. What do you say?"

"Alastor is upright and has sacrificed a lot to fight crime. I have always followed his example." Marciana's smile remained unchanged, "Although my mistakes made him disappointed in me, I also resigned and apologized publicly. I I don’t know what he needs to cover up for me.”

"You took the blame and resigned back then, thinking that you are not qualified to continue to be an Auror. Then do you think you are qualified to educate these young wizards? Do you think education is a job that can be ignored more than law enforcement?"

The smile on Marciana's face suddenly showed a hint of charm. She squinted her eyes and was about to speak when a particularly deep voice came in: "Professor Larosa, let me remind you that you don't want to go to the auditorium anymore. It's almost over."

She looked back and saw the Potions Professor standing behind her like a ghost, and said coldly, "Have you forgotten the faculty meeting in an hour's time?"

Marciana took a deep breath, smirked again and said to Skeeter, "What a coincidence, I have to leave. It's dinner time, so I won't waste your time." She turned around, stepping up to Snape.

She heard Rita Skeeter chasing up again, and asked persistently behind her, "I heard that Alastor Moody is also working at Hogwarts this semester? Dumbledore thinks he is so vicious." Can students be educated well? Have any students complained about his rough behavior? Have you heard that some students have been attacked by him? Has Hogwarts evaluated the mental state of the teachers?"

When Snape heard the last sentence, he knew it was not good.Sure enough, Marciana stopped in her tracks, her exquisite jaw line became sharper, she turned around suddenly, Rita Skeeter showed a look of fear on her face, and finally closed her mouth.

The young black-haired witch walked towards the middle-aged blonde witch step by step, and did not stop until she was less than half an arm away.Marciana looked down at Rita Skeeter and said softly, "Miss Skeeter... Rita. I remember every word you ever wrote about me. I remember you describing me as Naturally cruel little madman, honestly I don't mind; I also remember you calling me a whore who used my face and body to confuse the members of the Wizengamot, which I don't mind. I'm a little shy when you praise my appearance so generously Woolen cloth."

She traced a curve of Rita Skeeter's powdered cheek with her finger, and sighed.From Snape's point of view, Marciana's expression could not be seen, but he saw Rita Skeeter standing there motionless, her eyes wide open in bewilderment, looking up at the tall witch. .Marciana straightened her back and said coldly, "However, I don't like what you said about Alastor, not at all."

Rita Skeeter's face changed drastically as if she had just broken free from the spell, and she took two steps back.

"I've always wondered, why are you so persistent in discrediting Dumbledore? Who are you taking advantage of? Umbridge? McNeil? Yaxley? Malfoy?  … Oh, it's Lucius Malfoy .” Rita Skeeter’s face became even more ugly, and she didn’t say a word.

Marciana shrugged, "You see, you should know that no one in this business is a saint. I guess you are no exception? You know me so well, you should also know that as a former Auror, looking for evidence, called I know a thing or two about people telling the truth. But I don't want to trouble a successful professional woman like you." She smiled kindly, "My request is extremely simple, please don't Mock Alastor Moody again."

Rita Skeeter blushed and bluffed, "I'm a reporter! I have the right to report freely, and I can write about whoever I like!"

Marciana said coldly, "He's just a retired old Auror, your readers are not interested in him at all, please save your pen to harass others. Oh yes," she said suddenly, "One of my students recently As mentioned, there are only seven Animagus on the books of the Ministry of Magic this century. Of course, there are two of the teachers at Hogwarts, and the others are employees of the Ministry of Magic. To be honest, Animagus It's not that hard to learn, but I can understand the reluctance of most people to sign up: it's handy sometimes, isn't it?"

She looked at the blond witch meaningfully. Her face drooped, her lips trembled, and her skin under the makeup was slack, making her look particularly ugly.

Marciana walked back to Snape, turned her head and said politely, "Then, I wish you a smooth journey out of Hogwarts." After she finished speaking, she took the lead towards the Great Hall.Snape followed closely, and said in a low voice, "You're threatening her like a Slytherin."

"Nonsense. You Slytherins don't have a monopoly on such useful means as bullying and bribery."

"Stop changing concepts. Don't Gryffindors always say things like 'wait and see' when they threaten people?"

"Albus Dumbledore is a Gryffindor."

"That's right. I'm convinced by you." He paused, "Rita Skeeter won't let you go."

"Oh I know, I don't care."

Snape frowned at her, "She'll make a big fuss about your case."

"She has written all the articles she could write back then, and I want to see what novel angles she can come up with." She threw her hair back on her shoulders, "Anyway, except for Muggle-born students, everyone else has already done it." Know what happened to me back then."

Snape looked surprised.Marciana gave him a funny look, "Please, Severus! It was only seven years ago, and their parents, brothers and sisters still remember it. Don't underestimate how much students gossip about their professors."

Rita Skeeter was quickly forgotten.Compared with the upcoming first competition, nothing else seems to be very important.The teachers knew that the first race was to get the golden egg from the dragon, and from Harry's recent distraction and Hermione's seeming anxiety, he knew it too.

Marciana felt a little bit sympathetic to Harry—whether he won or not was the second thing to do. It was still very scary for a 14-year-old wizard to face such a big fire dragon.Although she, Snape and Moody had all received instructions from Dumbledore to "protect and help Harry", Snape was determined not to count on it.That man was passive and sabotage. If Harry was about to be eaten by a fire dragon, he would still rush to save him, and he would not care about anything else.

Although the fire dragons in the first level have been domesticated for a long time, and none of them are adults, Marciana is still a little worried about Harry's safety.Although Hermione was holding a stack of reference books related to fire dragons every day, these two good children didn't dare to ask the teacher for help, and they were anxious day by day alone.

After lunch that day, Marciana stopped Harry who was walking alone in the corridor, "Harry, come to my office."

Harry followed her to the office and found Moody there.Marciana poured him a cup of tea and crossed her fingers on the table, "I know you already know the content of the first competition."

Harry almost knocked over his teacup in fright, faltering and trying to explain.

"No need to explain, I'm not here to question you. We just want to know if you have a strategy." Marciana said bluntly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and sighed in distress, "I wrote to Sirius, and he taught me to use the Eye Sickness Charm, but I can't do it well."

"Well, the Eye Disease Curse is also a solution. But you are still young and your magic power is still developing, so it is a little bit reluctant to use the Eye Disease Curse."

Then Moody interrupted them, "Okay Martha! You can't help him figure out every step of the way. Boy Potter, I just give you a general advice: play to your strengths."

"But I have no strengths!" Harry blurted out.

"You're wrong, everyone has strengths." Marciana said encouragingly, "Don't you remember how you earned five points for Gryffindor in my first class?"

Harry blushed, "I was just running fast and luckily I didn't get hit by you...well, I mean I'm a Seeker so I'm quicker..." He froze. "Seeker... I'm a Seeker. My strength is Quidditch... no, flying. Flying is what I'm best at."

"But..." The young man frowned, with an expression quite like Hermione, "I can't use a broom, I can only carry a wand—"

Marciana smiled, "As long as we wizards have a wand, we have everything."

Harry stared blankly at the two professors, and Marciana was also a little confused: the fourth grade students had already learned the Flying Curse.In fact, there are countless ways to pass fire dragons, and flying is not necessarily necessary, but for Harry, this is indeed a good way to advance, attack, retreat, and defend.With his agility, as long as he has a fire gun, he can escape even if he loses to a fire dragon.

Moody became impatient, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, a teacup on the table jumped into his hand automatically.He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

Harry stared blankly at Moody's hand, then with a sudden realization, he jumped up from his seat. "I figured it out! I...I'm going first!" He shouted joyfully, turned around and rushed towards the door.

"Wait!" Harry stopped and turned to look at Marciana who spoke. "Harry, I wonder if anyone else has given you advice."

"What? Except you and Sirius?" He replied confusedly, "I asked Hermione...and there is no one else."

Marciana nodded, "Understood. Don't forget to practice the Eye Sickness Curse, let's go back."

After Harry left, Marciana asked Moody over tea, "If you had to deal with dragons when you were 14, what would you do?"

Moody grunted and ate a biscuit. "Probably also use the Eye Sickness Charm. I knew quite a few offensive spells when I was 14. What about you?"

"Probably hide the body shape and smell, and then swagger to the fire dragon's belly to steal the golden egg."

Moody smiled proudly. "Sneaky girl. Yeah, you made your own spells to hide footsteps and smells when you were fourteen. Why not use the Eye Sickness Charm?"

"Why fight and kill something that can be easily done."

No matter whether the four warriors thought the first pass was easy or not, they all passed without any risk.

Harry did indeed summon Firefly with the Flying Charm, enraged the dragon with a half-sighted Sickness Charm, lured it into flight, and took the golden egg like a snitch.It was quite a move, and even Snape couldn't help admitting that both he and Digory had done it cleverly.

"Digory has always been quick in thinking, but Potter... usually doesn't seem to have such creativity." He said unwillingly, and looked at Marciana several times suspiciously, "You won't be with this What's the matter?"

Marciana pretended that the stands were too loud and didn't hear, and slipped away quickly.

Once the first level of the game is over, the next big thing is the Yule Ball.

Harry passed the first level alive, and instantly left behind the golden egg and the second level three months later, played with Ron who had reunited every day, and lived a fairy-like life-the two At first glance, it looked like a contestant who only started copying homework in the last week of summer vacation.On the contrary, Hermione was very interested in golden eggs, and from time to time pestered Marciana to ask some questions about alchemy creations.

The professors were also very interested in the Christmas ball, and they began to bet on which students would invite which ones, which ones would become a couple, and which couples would be able to hold hands after graduation.

Relying on her understanding of Harry, Marciana first said that Harry would definitely invite Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw.Professor Sprout laughed, "As far as I know, Cedric also likes Qiu, it depends on who can win out of these two children."

Marciana think about it: Cedric Diggory, seventh grade, two years older than Autumn, top student, captain of the Quidditch team, gentle and handsome; Harry Potter, crisp, Famous, a celebrity Seeker, although he is also very cute, but only in the fourth grade, he is barely as tall as Qiu... Thinking about the preferences of a beautiful schoolmaster like Qiu, I immediately feel that Harry's chances of winning are not great.

Professor McGonagall looked very sorry, and Professor Frivy was very proud to see the students in his college were very popular, while Snape had a stinky face, frowning when he heard Harry's name.

The students were eager to find a dance partner, but the professors didn't have this need, so they had a lot of fun watching the excitement.Especially around Furong, there is a lot of excitement.Every day at breakfast, lunch, dinner, and between classes, Marciana could see boys walking over in a daze after seeing Fleur, inviting her eagerly, but being ignored.

The professors had already made a gamble to see which of the four colleges had the most rejected boys.Snape used his espionage expertise to provide the names of many boys who had been rejected by Fleur in secret - none of the Slytherin students, of course.Marciana really didn't know how Snape was elusive in the castle.Once a stupid Durmstrang boy stopped Marciana and asked her to be a dance partner in broken English, and Snape caught him: Marciana was mocked by him for three days.

Although Marciana lamented her fate, she was nothing compared to Ron, a stunned young man.At the dinner party that day, Ron walked over with hands and feet after seeing Fleur, blushed, said something that no one could understand, and walked away with hands and feet.This is nothing, but his timing was too poor, and this scene was watched by all the staff - including Dumbledore and the other two principals - the students of the Fourth Academy and the two foreign teams.Professor McGonagall sighed and covered her face, Snape mockingly said to her "Gryffindor plus one", Ginny and the twins laughed heartlessly, Malfoy was as happy as Christmas came early, And Hermione—Marciana just looked at Hermione's expression and felt that Ron was dead.

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