I'm playing a big knife at HP

The author has something to say: Please eat it with bgm: Tchaikovsky-Nutcracker-Waltz of Flowers.

The Nutcracker is such a classic Christmas background music!

Because Alastor Moody is also serving at Hogwarts this year, and there are such grand events as the Triwizard Contest and the Yule Ball, both Marciana and Moody decided to stay in school for the Christmas break.

For the first time, Marciana was involved in decorating the castle before Christmas and wanted to try everything.

Snape had never seen such a beaming colleague who had to work overtime, and generously expressed that he could give her all the work he was supposed to do—he had helped decorate the castle for more than ten years, and he never thought it was an interesting job .

But Marciana helped everyone, and even volunteered to accompany Hagrid to the Forbidden Forest to pick a Christmas tree, but she refused to take over his work.In her words, Snape's black face hanging holly wreaths and mistletoe in the castle was so interesting that she had to appreciate it.

Marciana conjured up a bunch of snow elves, let these palm-sized, winged little icemen dance in the atrium, and they would play music with small ice sculpture instruments after dinner every day.Once Snape caught her bringing to life a snowman made by some first years, and the little crooked snowman sang Christmas carols in a high-pitched voice and danced the Charleston, bringing those little Hedgehogs to life. Patch laughed out loud.

Snape looked at Marciana's snow-stained long curly hair, and the way she was laughing together with children, and felt that although she was childish, she was indeed contagious.Seeing her so happy even he couldn't help feeling that Christmas had become more exciting.

The Christmas ball is approaching, and the girls have borrowed all the books about beauty charms in the library. Marciana finds that her office visitors have increased, and many girls ask her for some complicated advice. beauty spell.

She was a little surprised at first, but then she thought, if she was embarrassed to ask the head of her own college for advice—Professor McGonagall was so serious, and Snape couldn't possibly be good at beauty charms—why she should go to her.She guided them patiently, and as a result, more and more senior girls came to her. Some even discussed with her what color makeup and dress would match best with a picture book, which made her feel like she was back in the night chat with her roommates. year and month.

Even so, Marciana was still taken aback for a moment when Hermione blushed once after asking a question and asked about a hair-styling spell.

Although Hermione no longer attends her class, the little witch still likes to come to her office from time to time, especially when she reads some super-classical but interesting knowledge in the book and wants to ask someone for advice.But Hermione has always been a bit dismissive of dressing up, and today is abnormal.

"I didn't want to bother you, but Ginny and I tried several spells, and they were either not effective enough or overdone—once my hair became greasy, and it took several washes before it returned to normal." Hermione pulled her fluffy hair embarrassingly, "Nick, who was almost headless this morning, told me that he accidentally conjured ivory for a noble girl when he cast a beauty charm on her, and was executed because of it. I I want to be cautious about beauty spells, so..."

Marciana chuckled, "No problem, I promise to make your hair as smooth and shiny as Furong's."

Speaking of Fleur, Hermione had a look of indignation on her face, "Can you believe what Ron did stupidly? In front of the whole school... Well, you know what he said when he returned to the Gryffindor common room? He actually That's when I thought of inviting me, and I said I already have a dance partner, but he still didn't believe me!"

She squeezed her voice to imitate Ron, "'Who will invite you? You just said that to get rid of Neville!' You are an idiot who looks down on people! A girl like Fleur who only cares about boasting all day long, just because of her beauty, he doesn't want her." Put it on face to face, I... I don't even count as a girl in his eyes." The more she spoke, the angrier she became, the tip of her nose and the sockets of her eyes turned red.

Marciana rested her chin and looked at the angry and sad little witch in front of her, "I promise he will regret it."

"Forget it..." Hermione arched her back dejectedly, "I know I'm not good-looking, no matter how I dress up, I won't be as beautiful as Fleur. It's just that I always feel that if I work hard to enrich myself and be kind to others, I don't care about my appearance." It doesn't matter if it's ordinary. I didn't expect that my closest friend, the person I think understands and accepts me the most, is still so superficial. Instead, it's someone I've known not long ago..." She lowered her voice.

Marciana didn't make a sound, but quietly poured Hermione a cup of tea and pushed it in front of her.

Hermione picked up the tea, took a deep breath, and said embarrassedly, "I don't know why I complain about this in front of you, you..." She looked at Marciana and sighed, "You and A girl like Furong must have never been bothered by me...I'm not saying that you are like Furong, your personality is completely different from hers...it's just..." She clenched her teacup tightly and raised her head, "It's just really unfair. Obviously we They are no worse than them, so why should we be judged? Why should we dress up and let them classify us according to our appearance like commodities? Why should we be judged because of Heloise Mead Is it ugly that Ron can humiliate her behind my back because I have a little acne? She has a good heart, and even when I had no friends in first grade, she never said anything bad about me behind my back. Doesn't it matter? I thought the wizarding world would be different, after all, witches and wizards are as powerful, but now it seems that they are all the same."

"It's still different. Do you know who the first female Minister of Magic was?" Marciana asked calmly.

"Artemisia Lufkin, who took office in 1798." Hermione replied reflexively, and then she nodded thoughtfully, "You're right. The Minister of Magic is different from the royal succession system. The first female Prime Minister was elected in the 20s. Hogwarts now has more female than male professors, and historically there have been similar numbers of female and male headmasters."

"Not only that, but the number of wizards and witches is about the same among Ministry of Magic employees, Wizengamot members, and even Aurors." Marciana added, "The reason is as you said, witches have magic. , we are about as powerful as wizards, so the wizarding world, at least between the sexes, is actually much more equal than the Muggle world."

"But wizards oppress non-human races, such as house elves!" Hermione said angrily.

"Well, I don't deny it. You see, people are like this, and they naturally want to feel superior to others, so pure-blood wizards have to look down on all wizards who are not pure-blooded. Even if they are not pure-blooded, most wizards also use their own They are proud of magic, and look down on people without magic and intelligent races that have magic but are not human. In Muggles, if it is a mixed-race country, the majority race will look down on the minority; Those with money will look down on those without money, those with status will despise those without status, even if everyone has no money and no status, men will still look down on women. We are such boring creatures who need to find a sense of existence from others."

Marciana shrugged ironically, seeing the shocked expression on Hermione's face, she smiled again, "It doesn't have to be so serious. It is undeniable that some people are like this, but there are always reasonable people, even optimistic Speaking of which, most people are good and reasonable. Even if vanity exists in everyone’s personality, it doesn’t mean we have to let it control our behavior. In the final analysis, we choose behavior based on our own values. But in your heart To be clear, there are always people out there trying to classify us, whether it's Death Eaters or juvenile teenagers, whether it's our blood color or our looks. But you know they're wrong, and you always remember What they think is not the truth. We can slowly try to change their minds, but we have to admit that in a short period of time, they will not change, but what they think doesn't matter."

Marciana smiled at Hermione, "You are a smart girl, but you know it in your heart. Whether you dress up or not, it will not change your essence as Hermione. As you said, your core is you character, temperament, and mind. However, I can also tell you clearly that appearance will change some people's attitude towards you. As for whether to decorate or not, haven't you already made a decision?"

Hermione smiled, "That's right. To be honest, I was so angry because it was Ron who judged me. If it were Malfoy, I would just ignore it." She took a sip With the drink in the glass, he said in surprise, "This is so delicious!"

"Well, I make my own honey lemon tea."

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled, "I actually don't think there's anything wrong with dressing up once in a while. Although everyone thinks I'm a bookworm, when I was a child, I always liked the scene where the ugly duckling turns into a white swan in movies."

Marciana also smiled, "Which girl doesn't like it. Come on, I'll teach you the spell of hairdressing."

Hermione was a quick learner.Marciana demonstrated once and explained the main points, and she practiced twice by herself, and she was able to smooth the fluffy hair just right.The little witch looked around in the mirror, and said a little happily, "I look like this."

Marciana became interested, and clapped her hands, "It's just okay. Now that you have decided to dress up, you have to surprise everyone so that Harry and Ron can't recognize you. What are you going to transform into?" makeup?"

Hermione was taken aback, as if she was asked something she didn't know during the exam, and she stammered, "I... I have a lipstick... I'm not very good at makeup. But Ginny said she would help me that day Makeup."

Marciana thought about the usual makeup of Ginny and Molly, and felt that they were quite tasteful, so she didn't go into it further: Dressing up each other is a good time for little girls to enhance their friendship, and she doesn't want to interfere.

Marciana taught Hermione several advanced beauty charms, conjured up a matching set of earrings, necklaces and tiaras according to the color and style of her dress, and finally concluded, "These are actually details, you know What is the most important thing?"

"What is it?"

"You have to have a beautiful posture!" Marciana put up a finger in a serious manner, "Whether it's walking, standing, sitting, or dancing, you have to take it for granted that I am the most beautiful posture! Just like Same as hibiscus!"

Hermione's face twitched, and she pointed out immediately, "You're not like that yourself! Last time I saw you building a snowman with some first years!"

"Nonsense! I can show that gesture when I need it." Marciana blushed.

"I don't want to be like Fleur!" Hermione said angrily.

"Tsk, you must learn from her wherever you go, watch carefully! Hey! If you laugh again, I won't teach you!"

That night Marciana and Hermione drank a large pot of honey lemon tea together. When Hermione left, Marciana deeply felt that [-]% of her deterrent power as a professor had been lost in front of Hermione.

Before leaving, Hermione turned around, bit her lips and asked her, "Professor Larosa, since you don't agree with wizards oppressing house elves, why don't you ever wear the badge I gave you?"

Marciana looked at the stubborn expression on the little witch's face and smiled, "Because I don't agree with your method."

Hermione raised her face unconvinced, with a questioning expression.

"Hermione, how much freedom and rights are bestowed by others? What's more, you force them into their hands, and they don't even want the rights."

"But house-elves are brainwashed! They don't know they're oppressed!"

"I think if you want to free more elves, you have to understand what a normal elf thinks, not just Dobby. Even if you think they're brainwashed, to change their minds, You also have to understand their hopes and demands first. Wouldn’t it be a bit arrogant if you stuffed socks for them just wishful thinking?”

Hermione looked thoughtful. "Besides, I'm sorry to say that," Marciana smiled, "but as an ordinary student, you don't actually have the power to release the elves at Hogwarts."

Hermione's face flushed red.

"But even though I don't want to wear your badge, your efforts have convinced me. How about we sneak into the kitchen before Christmas and ask the elves if they have any Christmas wishes? Maybe even house-elves Wouldn't say no to a Christmas gift. Maybe this is the start of a relationship with them?"

Hermione's eyes lit up.

When Marciana made this suggestion, she didn't realize how troublesome it would be to implement.

It's not hard to get their Christmas wishes out of the elves' mouths: they'd rather die than say what they like, but they'd love to tell their friends what they like.Dudu, who took care of Marciana, was very popular among the elves and very talkative, and gave Hermione and Marciana a lot of valuable information.

However, it is really difficult to satisfy their strange wishes.

Hermione had coerced almost all of their canary biscuits from the Weasley twins, because, for some reason, a lot of elves were interested in the twins' inventions.Gemini heard that it was for the elves, but they didn't take any money.

Marciana ran after Peeves for a day, because there is an elf who likes Peeves very much, and especially loves to watch it play pranks.A few elves were obsessed with a new variety of plant cultivated by Professor Sprout, and wanted to try some new dishes with it, but they dared not ask for it.Professor Sprout was very happy when he heard about it. He not only gave the elves a big basket, but also visited the kitchen specially, opened up a small experimental field in the magic nursery specializing in growing herbs, and planted several varieties of herb cultivars. edible plants.

Dudu himself is very curious about Fox, and hopes to watch Phoenix Nirvana once.When Dumbledore heard about it, he assured Marciana that Toot would be called the next time Fawkes was reborn.The sorting hat sang a song to several music-loving elves.There is also an elf who is very fond of cats, especially tabby cats.It is said that one night, a serious tiger-striped cat with spectacles-like patterns on its face got into the kitchen and played with the cat-loving elf for an hour-of course, Professor McGonagall has always refused to admit that the cat had any relationship with the cat. What does she matter.

A few elves lost a few favorite tools and couldn't find them.Moody searched half of the castle with his magic eyes, and finally found these tools in an old broom closet, a bathroom in disrepair, and a bookcase.

What troubled Marciana the most was the wish of an elf who was particularly good at making desserts—she wanted the nectar of the Silver Leaf Fir.Ever since Snape somehow got her to use the nectar to make Marciana a snack, she hadn't forgotten about this precious ingredient.Every time they heard Fleur complaining that the food at Hogwarts was not as good as Beauxbaton's, the elves were very unconvinced. The elf named Millie even vowed to make desserts that were praised by the French guests .

Marciana asked Snape bravely, but he laughed and drove away.But at the dinner on Christmas Eve, Mrs. Massimo had a brand new pastry in front of her. After she tasted it, she was full of praise and asked Dumbledore if he could give her the recipe.

Dumbledore summoned Millie, and Millie was wearing a well-groomed tea towel, with his little chin raised, looking extravagant.She explained the formula to Mrs. Massimo in a very serious tone, and Marciana heard that one of the ingredients was the nectar of the silver leaf fir.

In short, the Yule Ball arrived amidst such a busy schedule.

The professors worked together to set up the venue—hardest of all was Hagrid, who had persuaded a large group of fairies to spend the night in the cave they had conjured up—and everyone hurried back to change into their gowns.

Marciana saw Professor McGonagall put on a red plaid robe, and couldn't help but praise her for looking good.Professor McGonagall giggled sheepishly.Dumbledore wore a purple robe embroidered with various constellations. As he walked, the constellations on the robe rose and set, which was very interesting.Professor Frivy was elegantly dressed in a black tuxedo, a white shirt, and a silver pocket watch chain.Even Alastor Moody put on a brown tweed suit, and combed his usually disheveled long gray hair neatly behind his head, looking energetic.

Everyone sat down at the table, and Marciana happened to be sitting next to Snape, so she made a point of looking him up and down.Snape's hair was neatly done - thank goodness - but he was still dressed in black, buttoned up to his chin, with only the white collar of his shirt showing.

"Hey! This is the robe you usually wear in class! You just took off your outer robe!" Marciana exclaimed dissatisfied.

"Yes, you're not blind." Snape said mercilessly, "I'm not interested in the ball, and I've done my duty by attending tonight." He glanced at her, "You've dressed up .”

He was right.Marciana wore a robe as dark blue as the night sky tonight. Large and exquisite patterns were embroidered with gold thread on the robe. Snape looked carefully and found that the embroidery was Cupid kissing Puset.Cupid's wings fluttered slightly, and the star-like light spots flowed on the robe with Marciana's every move.Her black hair was pulled into a Greek-style bun, and the golden olive branch-shaped hair accessories shone in her black hair, and her long sapphire earrings dangled gently around her neck.This kind of outfit is too gorgeous, if it were someone else, the robe would take away its brilliance, but Marciana has a beautiful face, black hair and red lips, her bright complexion overwhelms the clothes and accessories, and they complement each other, bright and moving.

There were many people looking at Marciana, including the implicit admiration of everyone in Hogwarts, the thoughtful observation of the Beauxbatons witches, and some stunned stares from Durmstrang.

All kinds of eyes swept in this direction, almost making Snape feel uncomfortable, but Marciana didn't care, as if those eyes didn't exist at all.She was turning around, leaning on the back of the chair and smilingly looking at the four warriors and their dance partners who entered the arena, and waved to Krum's dance partner.

Marciana watched with satisfaction as Hermione entered the arena with her chin raised under the jealous eyes of Krum's fans. She felt that the little witch was very cool and saved enough face for Hogwarts.

"Is that Hermione Granger?" Professor McGonagall also stared at Hermione, with some uncertainty in his tone.

"Isn't it?" Marciana said proudly, "Krum has a good eye."

Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione who was talking and laughing with Krum amusedly, Ron who looked at her angrily, and a group of angry and jealous girls, shook his head, "It seems that Miss Granger will have a good time One night." Then she straightened up proudly, "I have to say, we in Gryffindor always produce some excellent witches."

"Our Ravenclaw's is pretty good too." Professor Frivy looked at the beautiful Qiu Zhang with a smile, and Roger Davis, who was holding a lotus.

"Although Hufflepuff usually doesn't show much attention, our girls and boys are also great!" Professor Sprout looked at Cedric Diggory lovingly.

Snape looked desperate to complain, but he held back, and silently started looking at the menu.

Marciana comforted him, "I think Draco is quite energetic tonight, and his robe looks a bit like yours."

Snape said he preferred that she shut up.

The dishes of the dinner were of course impeccable. The Hogwarts elves tried their best, from appetizers to desserts, there was nothing that was not delicate or delicious.But the warriors sitting next to their partners didn't pay much attention to their meals. Harry looked nervous, while the other three couples were too busy talking to eat at all.The professors were happy and leisurely, eating and boasting one by one. Professor McGonagall and Marciana ordered different desserts, and secretly exchanged a few mouthfuls.

After the dinner, the main event that everyone was looking forward to was finally here.With a wave of Dumbledore's wand, the tables and chairs moved to the wall, the Weird Sisters took their instruments and sat down on the stage, and the four warriors stood up and started dancing.

Marciana looked at it with her chin resting on her cheeks, and felt that among the four pairs, Cedric and Qiu were the most harmonious pair, Fleur was the most eye-catching pair, Hermione Krum was her favorite pair, and Harry's pair ……The most interesting.

She didn't even need to take a second glance to know that Harry not only couldn't dance at all, but he had never cooperated with his partner-poor Harry was completely held by his partner to spin around.However, Harry's expression was rich, and he looked very cute even with his eyes closed. Marciana felt that she didn't mind looking at it for a while.

Dumbledore stood up first and led Professor McGonagall onto the dance floor.Karkaroff invited Mrs. Massimo, Professor Frivy invited Professor Sprout, and Marciana grabbed Moody and stepped briskly onto the dance floor, and many students joined them.

As for Snape, he had quickly found a corner near the drink and hid in it.

He took a glass of wine and quietly observed the crowd on the dance floor.He couldn't really imagine how Alastor Moody would dance, but he and Marciana had a great time dancing, and both of them were smiling.

Moody's steps, thanks to his wooden legs, were not really clever, but he and Marciana danced the foxtrot, and by some strange sympathy they never stepped on their feet once.After Marciana and Moody danced twice, Moody waved him away. Moody ran to invite Professor Sinista to dance, and Marciana was rushed to her almost in the next second. The men were drowned.

Seeing her handing Ludo Bagman his hand, Snape said with a smile, "Mr. Bagman, I've always been your fan. I'm not afraid of your jokes. I was a Gryffindor leader when I was studying." Where's the Kitchball hitter..."

Snape couldn't help smiling as he thought of her school days.Regardless of whether Marciana's mind is simple or not, her limbs are well developed.But she can do anything that uses her body, whether it's Quidditch, fighting, or dancing.However, considering the unimaginable hard training she has endured since she was a girl, Quidditch is a child's play for her.

Marciana danced twice with Bagman and once with Dumbledore before exiting the dance floor.She looked around, and before Snape started wondering what she was looking for, he knew: Marciana spotted the corner where he was hiding and walked straight towards him.

"Come on, Severus," her eyes fluttered happily, "I must make you dance. I don't want to see you standing here so stupidly by yourself. Go dance." She smiled. All bent, and bumped him with an elbow while talking.

Snape stared at her in disgust.

Marciana blushed, and said coyly, "Uh...just kidding...it's the words in a Muggle novel, what Mr. Bingley said to Darcy in "Pride and Prejudice"..." Her voice Getting smaller and redder, "... I just suddenly remembered, the joke is a bit lame, oh... I tend to say stupid things when I get excited, I'm not saying you're stupid, Darcy is a good guy , really, many people like him..."

"I know who that is!" Snape interrupted her babbling, and she shut her mouth immediately, her cheeks flushed.Snape admired her rare embarrassment, "What are you doing here?"

"Well... Take a break and have a drink." She asked softly, "Why don't you dance a single dance? There are fewer men than women in the teaching staff. You really don't appreciate it."

"What can you complain about? You have no shortage of dance partners. Besides, who can I invite?"

"I think Minerva is fine."

"I promise you, we'll be bickering over the Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch match the whole dance."

"Tsk. Where's Sybil?"

"You may not have noticed, but Professor Trelawney and I despise each other."

"You despise everyone."

"That's not wrong."

"What about Pomona? There couldn't be a kinder partner."

"She's busy dancing with Hufflepuffs who haven't found a partner."

"I have someone so flawless that you can't pick them wrong. You know each other well enough, and she's funny."

"That is?"

"Madame Pomfrey. You haven't invited her to dance until now. It's really unfriendly."

"Actually I'm avoiding her. I only made half of the hangover potion she asked me for. I think she'd rather me go back and make the other half right away than dance."

Marciana sighed for a long time, "There is no other way, since you refuse to invite anyone, I have no choice but to invite you."

"Why? Why can't you go back and enjoy the flattery of those stupid boys and leave me alone for a while?" Snape gave a disgusted look at the Durmstrang boys who were staring at Marciana's eagerness.

"But I don't want to dance with boys, I want to dance with you." She still looked at him with a smile, "Although I can understand the fun of hiding from the sidelines and judging other people's dancing posture, but you also laughed at us It's been long enough, and it's your turn to judge others."

He pressed the corners of his mouth and suppressed a smile, "Okay, if there is no other way to get rid of you. Professor Larosa, can you dance with me for the next dance?"

"Okay!" She immediately put her hand into his palm.

Snape found it a joy to dance with Marciana.She is as light as a butterfly, as graceful as a deer, and she knows exactly what he wants: she lets him lead her dance steps, but she doesn't need him to bother. understand his intentions.The most rare thing is that she did all of this as easily and naturally as breathing, and she looked very happy, as if dancing with him was something that would make her very happy.

They turned from the pair of Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson, and Marciana noticed that Malfoy was staring at Krum and Hermione angrily, and she sighed slightly, "Poor Draco."

"What's wrong with Draco?" her partner asked immediately.She saw real curiosity and concern on his face.

"If you can't see it yourself, you won't be able to get half a word out of my mouth." She ignored Snape's raised eyebrows, "You really like Draco."

"He's a self-centered, spoiled little fool, and I think he's more talented than Potter, especially in potions. Besides, there's finally someone in this school who hates Potter as much as I do. Yes, I really like him. Why, do you find it strange?"

"No, he's kind of smart. And he likes you very much. As a teacher, you can't help but favor a student who likes you—especially you." She added bitterly, "You He is the most eccentric teacher I have ever met."

Snape didn't deny it, but smiled rather complacently, "I remember he liked you quite a bit before."

"Probably a little bit in the second grade. But his meager love disappeared after I became a professor of Muggle studies." Marciana sighed pretendingly, and then showed a teasing smile, " I think you like him, probably because you enjoy him flattering you."

"That's right. He looks and acts exactly like Lucius did when he was young: if you knew Lucius Malfoy as a student, you'd understand how thrilling it is to see Draco talking to you obsequiously." A thing that people benefit from."

Marciana imagined Snape in the student days, then imagined the old Malfoy in the student days, and recalled Draco's appearance in front of Snape, and almost laughed out loud.The more she thought about it, the more amusing she became, she bit her lip, held back the laughter until her whole body trembled, turned away her face and managed to calm down a little, and when she turned around and saw Snape's smug look, she couldn't help laughing again.

"Professor Larosa, please control yourself."

Marciana laughed even harder.He had to hold her hand tighter, "Okay, Ludo Bagman is staring at us, if you keep laughing, you will scare him away."

Marciana finally stopped laughing, "Well, speaking of him..." She moved her face closer and whispered in his ear, "I suspect that Bagman is not himself."

She was wearing three-inch high heels and was almost as tall as him. When she leaned over, a lock of hair brushed against the side of his neck, and her warm breath sprayed against his ear, which made him startled for a second before he realized what she said.

"How can you be sure?" He stared at her closely.

"Being the best batsman ever for the Wimbourne Hornets, he doesn't know much about Quidditch."

"Then it's probably not the Imperius Curse. There are several ways to pretend to be someone else."

At this time, the song ended, and everyone in the auditorium applauded. He hesitated for a moment, and let go of her hand.Snape was contemplating whether to invite her to the next dance - after all they were discussing something important, weren't they - when Karkaroff pushed his way through the crowd towards him with an anxious face.

"You don't mind if I have a few words with your partner?" Karkaroff said to Marciana curtly, grabbed Snape's arm, and said in a low voice, "Severus , I have to talk to you."