I'm playing a big knife at HP

Marciana didn't know what Karkaroff said to Snape. Snape behaved as usual, but she intuitively felt a bit of depression in him.

He wasn't the only faculty member in a bad mood.Not long after school started, Rita Skeeter published an article attacking Hagrid on the Daily Prophet: She not only exposed his half-giant blood, but also described him as fierce and brutal, as if the next moment would start eat human.

Hagrid didn't show up in the auditorium at noon that day.Not at dinner either.After his absence from the second dinner, Marciana knocked on the door of his cabin.No one answered, but when Marciana carefully discerned, she clearly felt that Hagrid was in the room.

"Hagrid! Open the door! This is Marciana, I need you!"

She leaned against the door and heard the chair move on the floor, but there was no sound of footsteps.She observed for a while, and found that there were a lot of footprints scattered on the snow near the hut. It seemed that many people had already been there, but Hagrid never stepped out of the hut.

Well, very stubborn.

She yelled again, turned around and walked back a few steps, suddenly fell down on the snow with an ah, and then yelled loudly in pain.She turned around and pinched her ankles, sitting patiently in the snow.

The door creaked a tiny crack.

Marciana's wand fell a few steps away, and she moved awkwardly on the snow, dragging her body with one hand and slowly squirming towards the wand like a caterpillar.She heard the sound of the wooden door opening, and then Hagrid's heavy footsteps.He rushed over in a few steps, picked up her wand and handed it over, and said in a low voice, "Martha, are you okay?"

Marciana took the wand and handed a small wooden barrel to his hand, "Hey Hagrid! Please help me." Then she pulled his sleeve to stand up naturally, limping Go to his cabin.Hagrid looked hesitant, but let her in after all.

Marciana sat down in front of the warm fireplace, warming her cold hands, and cleaning the dirty robes on the snow.She looked at Hagrid, not quite seeing until now in the bright firelight, noticing his puffy cheeks, knotted beard, and red eyes.She sighed, "Hagrid, have you had your dinner yet?"

"I'm not hungry," Hagrid replied flatly.

"So have you had lunch?"

Hagrid faltered for a while, "—I ate a rock cake."

Marciana waved her wand, and a tray appeared on the table, containing a bowl of seafood bisque, a large plate of sandwiches, a small basket of fried chicken legs, and a large piece of chocolate cake. "Tonight's soup is delicious," she said softly, smiling at Hagrid.

"Oh... okay." Hagrid didn't seem to know how to refuse her, he hesitated for a moment, picked up a small spoon and slowly sipped the soup.Marciana didn't make a sound, just warmed up to the fire.The wood was crackling in the fire, and Fang whirred around Hagrid, resting his forelegs on the table in great excitement, watching his master eat.

"Okay, okay, you just ate a big piece of beef..." Hagrid muttered, throwing a chicken leg to Fang.Tooth happily ate it.Hagrid finished a bowl of soup slowly, and he didn't know whether it was the warm soup or Fang's happy appearance that whetted his appetite. He ate the whole plate of sandwiches one bite at a time, and shared a basket of chicken drumsticks with Fang.When he began to enjoy the chocolate cake, Marciana poured two glasses of mead from the small wooden barrel she had brought, pushed one over, Hagrid murmured thanks, and took it to drink.

"Harry asked me about you today, he seems to miss you very much." Marciana said softly.

Hagrid had a sad look on his face, but said nothing.

"You can't stop going to class forever." She said softly, "Your students still need you."

"No, they...they don't like my classes..." Two tears welled up in Hagrid's eyes. "Maybe it's better for them if I don't go to class. Maybe Professor Graplan is a better fit for the job than I am. After saying the last sentence, Hagrid finally couldn't help but hugged Fangya, and buried his face in Fangya's fur.

"That's not true." Marciana said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I think you are the most competent professor in the subject of conservation of magical biology. Of course, it's not that Professor Graplan is bad. , but, how should I put it, what she can do, you can do it quickly as long as you figure out a few joints, but what you can do, she can't do, not even the whole of Hogwarts. do it."

Hagrid looked very confused.

Marciana smiled, "Hey, Hagrid, for ordinary people, if you have three points in ability, you can't wait to blow it up to seven points. Hagrid, how many people in England can breed new kinds of magical creatures? And how many people can tame thestrals?"

Hagrid stammered, but also a little proudly, "...I don't know anyone who has tamed a Thestral yet..."

"That's right, there are no more than five experts in the UK who can breed new varieties of magical creatures, and none can tame thestrals. To be honest, I estimate that your expertise in affinity with magical creatures is only Newt Scamander is on par with you."

Hagrid blushed, and said in a low voice that he dared not compare with Newt, but he fell down again in a moment, "The students didn't like my class. They said...they said they were outraged."

"The way of teaching can be learned, and to be honest, it's not difficult to learn." Marciana looked at Hagrid with her chin in her hand. "Do you know why the students are unhappy in your class?"

Hagrid was not indifferent to the students' attitude, but his colleagues either didn't know about the students' complaints, or they didn't mention them in front of him. This was the first time he had talked about it so frankly.

Hagrid's black beetle eyes were fixed on her eagerly. "Why?"

"Because they can't keep up. The problem is not that you don't have enough talent for magical creatures, on the contrary," Marciana thought, "The problem is that your talent is too high. Things that are easy for you to do , they can't; knowledge that is self-evident to you, the way you teach yourself to communicate with magical creatures, they have no clue." She laughed, "Maybe what you have to do is understand us Ordinary wizards with mediocre talents and weak bodies, slow down and wait for us."

"Is...is that so?" Hagrid was embarrassed by the compliment.

"Well, design the syllabus, step by step, and remember to explain the biology that will be tested in OWL and NEW. If you explain it in detail, you will soon get the hang of it. I think the principal also has great confidence in you."

Hagrid looked sad, "Professor Dumbledore is a kind man, I got him in trouble."

"He has a good heart, but do you think the headmaster only hired you out of kindness?"

"I... I didn't even graduate from Hogwarts... I'm still a half-blood giant, I won't be hired anywhere..." As he spoke, Hagrid became sad again, and big tears rolled into his eyes. Unkempt beard.

"That's because they are ignorant." Marciana sighed, "Hey, let me tell you a secret." Hagrid raised his eyes wet with tears.

"I'm half-Irish. My mother's family has druids for generations-you have to help me keep a secret, because they are very mysterious people and don't have much contact with outsiders." Hagrid nodded.

Marciana continued, "I have inherited a little druid ability. You know, druids have some special connections with nature. Some can communicate with animals, some are naturally good at natural magic, and some can communicate with forests. I I don’t have any skills, but my sensitivity to magic power is stronger, especially in the natural world.” She pulled her hair a little embarrassedly, “You remember that when I was studying, I especially liked to come and play with you, right?”

Hagrid smiled, "You always want to follow me into the Forbidden Forest."

"Actually, I discovered that at that time, you are a born child of the forest."

"What am I?"

"Child of the forest. I have never seen your natural affinity. All kinds of magical creatures like you and are willing to play with you. It is rare that you are not afraid of them. Even I can see this, and the principal must also see it " She touched Hagrid's glass with her glass, "Work hard, and with time, you might become a particularly great expert on magical creatures."

"I'm satisfied as long as I can be a good professor of conservation of magical biology." Hagrid sighed. "Some students hate me and don't want me to stay at Hogwarts."

"Hey, someone almost drove Dumbledore away two years ago. According to them, the discipline of Muggle studies shouldn't exist at all, and I would have lost my job a long time ago."

"Martha, you are an excellent witch, but I am different from you. Hogwarts is my home, I have no education, and I am still a half-blood giant. If I leave here, where can I go? Who will accept me? Even You are right, what kind of child of the forest am I, so what?" A rare sadness and confusion appeared on Hagrid's face.

"What are you talking about leaving! No one will let you leave."

"In fact, I have already handed Dumbledore my resignation letter."

Marciana was slightly taken aback, but she could see from Hagrid's sad eyes that he didn't want to leave, and she knew that Dumbledore would never accept his resignation.She smiled, "Do you think Dumbledore cares what Rita Skeeter says? Speaking of Skeeter..." She stood up and stretched, "You won't be the only one she attacks Man. Hold on, I think it will be my turn soon."

Hagrid had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.Marciana didn't explain, but as she expected, the Daily Prophet soon published a new article.

When Marciana went to the teaching staff for lunch at noon that day, many students looked at her and whispered.Snape whispered to her, "Told you that Skeeter would not let you go."

Marciana shrugged, "I haven't found any new tricks." She smiled and glanced at Snape, "You have more black material in your hand than her. She should try to get it out of your mouth." Pull out some information."

Snape sneered, "If she has such abilities, I'd like to see her."

Harry and Ron had no idea why everyone started talking about Professor Larosa, but Hermione slapped a newspaper on them anxiously, "Let's meet in the library after dinner," and hurried away.

Harry Ron unfolded the newspaper and squeezed his head to read an article.The article is accompanied by a photo of Marciana dancing with Dumbledore at the Yule Ball, and a photo of her hurrying down the corridor dressed as a Muggle, her face blurred in both photos.

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From Azkaban to Hogwarts: Dumbledore's Dangerous Relationship (From AzkabantoHogwarts: the Dangerous Liaison of Dumbledore)

Rita Skeeter Exclusive

Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, has never been stingy about using his status and influence to benefit his followers.Yet among his many loyal fans, none were more keen to capitalize on this than his newly appointed Professor of Muggle Studies.

Marciana LaRosa, notorious for her controversial murders, was an ambitious witch with a knack for manipulating hearts.

"She has always had a way with men," a former classmate of hers said in an interview.Apparently, La Rosa was accustomed to using tricks to confuse everyone, and the inexperienced teenagers who studied at Hogwarts could not escape her clutches.According to sources, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was fond of her, and several seventh-grade boys and Durmstrang students were also seduced by her.

Larosa's whereabouts have been a mystery since her infamous departure from the British wizarding world four years ago.The author's sources at the Ministry of Magic claim that she did not have any formal employment records, yet she became a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry four years later.There is no doubt that her unusually close relationship with Dumbledore was the key to her getting the job.La Rosa seems to be more interested in pleasing Dumbledore than teaching - in order to cater to Dumbledore's eccentric taste for Muggles, she ignores the students' resentment every day and wears Muggle clothes in the ancient Hogwarts.

"We think it's really inappropriate to do this, it's purely for grandstanding. It's very inappropriate as a professor to do this. But as students, we can't do anything about it." Several fourth-year students admitted to the author.They spoke on condition of anonymity out of fear of reprisals from La Rosa.

La Rosa's character blemishes pale in comparison to her horrific past.Blood and murder seemed to happen to her again and again inexplicably, and she always came out of it cleanly. At the age of 12, her whole family, including her brother and sister who were more favored than her parents, were suddenly murdered. At the age of 14, her adoptive father, Alastor Moody, brutally murdered a Death Eater in front of her, though Moody never revealed why he did it.Aged 20, she violated Auror discipline by killing a wizard she claimed was a Death Eater with her own hands, without any witnesses.According to reliable sources, she was supposed to be cast into Azkaban, but used her mysterious influence to convince the Wizengamot to escape from prison.

Perhaps most of the students don't know the history of the professors they get along with day and night, but Dumbledore undoubtedly needs to choose more innocent and responsible teachers so that the students will not be adversely affected at the critical stage of psychological growth.

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After reading this article, Harry and Ron looked at each other.They turned their attention to Marciana, who was in the faculty seat, but saw that she was eating peacefully, ignoring the eyes from the students from time to time.On the contrary, Professor McGonagall looked very angry. If any student stared at Marciana for too long, she would stare back with a straight face.

"Are we going to the library? Hermione asked us to meet there." Ron reminded Harry.

When they arrived at the library, Hermione was chronologically arranging the old newspapers.

"Here you are." Hermione looked up when she heard their footsteps. "I think I know what Professor Larosa meant by the murder." She moved an old newspaper in front of Harry and Ron, " Look at this first."

This is an old newspaper from February 1987. The headline on the front page reads "Titus Roll Arrested!" "

Under the caption was a photo of a man being held by several Aurors looking into the camera.

At first glance, Harry felt that this man made him uncomfortable—it wasn't that he was ugly, on the contrary, this man of about four or fifty years old was considered handsome, but Harry always felt that there was something indescribably wrong about him.Maybe it's his chin and cheekbones that are slightly smaller than the wide cheekbones, maybe it's his lips that are almost non-existent, maybe it's his eyes that are as cold and inorganic as glass beads, maybe it's the pimples on his lips. The conflict formed by the smile and the coldness in the eyes.

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Harry looked at the photo carefully, and found that the Aurors sandwiching him on the left and right were Alastor Moody and a young female Auror with short elf hair.Harry thought the young witch looked very familiar, and took a closer look before he recognized Marciana.At that time, Marciana should be a few years older than they are now. She looked very pale and thin, and her thin shoulders could barely support the robe she was wearing, but her spirit was high, and her eyes sparkled with hope.

Harry read on.

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The current head of the Roll family, Titus Roll of the Wizengamot, was arrested after being accused of being a Death Eater.A week ago, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement issued an arrest warrant for Rolle. Rolle refused to let him go, wounded two Aurors and fled.Marciana LaRosa, a 19-year-old Auror, captured him after five days and five nights of tracking.

Titus Rolle's wife, Catherine Rolle, denied all the allegations in an interview.

"We will appeal," Catherine said. "This is no longer the time of Barty Crouch's terror. The Rohr family has a long history and a noble blood. I will never allow someone to frame my husband with such a trumped-up crime." .”

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Another newspaper was shoved in front of Harry and Ron.When this paper was published just two weeks after the previous one, the headline on the front page read "I'm Under the Imperius Curse!" "

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Following the confirmation of Titus Rolle as a Death Eater, there has been new progress in Rolle's case.In the latest Wizengamot interrogation, Rolle insisted that he was under the Imperius Curse and knew nothing about being marked by the mysterious man, and that the arrest and injury of the Auror was purely out of fear.Rolle has outright denied the dozens of murders he has been charged with and dozens of torture and maiming charges - including the extermination of former Auror Vitaly LaRosa's family - claiming he was completely controlled , have no memory of anything.

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The more Harry read it, the more fascinated he felt, as if it was a serialized story, and he consciously took the next newspaper.

This was published three weeks after the previous one. This time it was not printed on the front page, but it was also prominently placed on the second page. The title read "The Stunning Reversal of the Rolle Case"

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After the Wizengamot acquitted Titus Rolle last week, there has been a new development in the Rolle case.According to insiders, the prosecution submitted key evidence that Rolle was sane when he committed the murder and was not affected by the Imperius Curse.While the specifics of the evidence are still classified, it is said that the evidence was provided by Marciana LaRosa, the only surviving daughter of Vitali LaRosa and the Auror who captured Rolle.The Wizengamot will summon Titus Rolle again next week.

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Harry pulled the next newspaper almost eagerly, wondering if Rolle was guilty after all.On the next newspaper, huge bold letters took up half of the front page:

"It's Murder!"Auror Larosa kills Rolle and is arrested"

The author has something to say: 1. Hagrid was tricked by Maye in this way.Hagrid is too simple, too simple (shaking his head

2. When I wrote Titus Rowle (Titus Rowle), I imagined Ted Bundy and Gary Oldman in "This Killer Is Not So Cold".Gary Oldman's performance is so outstanding that I always feel that he is a bit perverted when I see the movie version of Sirius...

3. Short elf hair = pixiecut, which is very short short hair.

4. Next, I may need to adjust the narrative structure and revise some chapters that have been published before (mainly because the beginning is a bit messy).Still thinking about it, readers who have already seen here, if they see the old chapters I posted before, just skip over.I am really sorry for the inconvenience of reading (kneeling).During the editing period, the text will not be locked or updated continuously. New chapters and new plots will be released on time every day, but I will adjust some previous episodes to the back.

When I first wrote the article, I relied entirely on my imagination, and many narrative techniques were actually very unscientific.Recently, I hugged my thighs with a shameless face, and I only realized that there are many deficiencies after a lot of pointers.Although it is inconvenient to modify at this stage, I still hope that some obvious problems can be corrected.

Although the author is a novice, everyone has supported me for so long, thank you very much.I will do my best to write the following plot well.