I'm playing a big knife at HP

The whispers that Rita Skeeter had brought had finally died down.

On the one hand, Marciana's calm attitude bored the students who talked about her behind her back. On the other hand, Hermione made many copies of old newspapers and circulated them among the students. Interested.

After all, they are busy studying, falling in love, paying attention to the Triwizard Tournament, thinking about teenagers and girls every day, so they don't have the time to think about gossip that is not hot enough.Even Hagrid returned to his normal life, where he should eat, sleep, and work overtime. Like a qualified social animal, he worried about trivial matters such as breeding snails.

And so into February.

One Saturday evening, there was a knock on Marciana's office door.She opened the door with a wave of her hand, "Come in!" She didn't move.

It was Snape.He walked into her office and saw her nestled on the sofa, wearing a camel thin cashmere sweater and light-colored jeans, a lot of photos scattered on her lap and around her hands.

"If you can't be free now," Snape frowned, "I can come back later."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine soon." Martha glanced at him and beckoned, and the photos spread beside her flew into a pile on her lap, "Sit down."

Snape sat down on the sofa and saw her holding a stack of photos in her left hand and a quill in her right, so he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Sirius found some Muggle film that James had kept with him in his old things, but he didn't know how to wash it. I washed it for him." She didn't look up, with a smile on her face, " It's a photo from ten years ago."

After a long time, she didn't hear a response, she raised her head and found Snape sitting there with a pale face.Seeing her looking at him, he stood up, "I'll go back anyway."

"Hey!" she said quickly, and Snape paused, looking back at her.Marciana lowered her head and took out one from the pile of photos and handed it to him, her blue eyes sparkling, "Look?"

He couldn't help but took it.

In the photo, two witches are sitting side by side against a wall, each wearing a headset.

The eleven or twelve-year-old girl looked down at a black box in her hand, and the 20-year-old woman smiled and looked at her sideways.The afternoon sun slanted through the window panes, illuminating the smooth and immature face of the short-haired girl and the red hair of the young woman beside her.

On the back of the photo, in beautiful italics, it says - "Summer 1979, Lily and Martha"

Snape stared at the picture without saying a word.

The quality of the photo is not very good, the slightly blurred sunlight has penetrated through more than ten years of time and condensed in the palm of his hand.The people in the photos don't move, but the smiles on their faces are so pure and vivid.

There was a faint smile on his thin face, so shallow that it was almost invisible, but very sincere.

He raised his eyes, and the girl in the photo was now staring at him, her long black hair tucked over her right shoulder. "You keep this one," she said softly, seeing Snape staring at her in surprise, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "...Of course, if you want it. I know you and Lily were friends before .Sirius was going to send me all the photos that included me, and this one is also missing...I have a memory...for me this is enough."

She shrugged deliberately and easily, "Besides, if I know someone who has a photo of my family that I haven't seen before, I will try to get it even if I steal it. If I compare my heart to my heart, I will save you trouble. .”

Snape sneered, "It's a good thing I'm not you, otherwise I'd be very busy." Saying this, he slid the photo into the pocket of his robe.

"Do you want to see the rest?" Marciana pointed at the photos in her hand, "I'm almost done."

"No need," he said curtly, just in time to see her put a picture of Sirius and Lupine together in the pile.

The black-haired young man in the photo is very handsome. Although the young man with his shoulders and shoulders has a sick face, there is no trace of gray hair on his sideburns. His pale face is still smooth and full of youthful vitality.

Snape sneered softly, "Black and Lupine really look old these few years."

Marciana rolled her eyes greatly, "Why do men even have such superficial evaluations of men?"

"You're wrong. I'm not superficial. It's just that I don't want to give up the opportunity to attack them: it's a conditioned reflex. Besides, if I must be superficial, I will treat men and women equally."

"I appreciate your open-mindedness...but you realize you just implicitly admitted that Sirius and Remus were good-looking when they were young?"

"I never said that." Snape had a disgusted expression on his face.

Marciana clicked her tongue twice, decided not to step on Snape's bottom line, and put the sorted photos into a paper bag.

Snape pondered for a moment, "I have a question I've wanted to ask since last year."

Marciana looked up to show that she was listening.

"Why do you think Lily Potter and I were friends?" He looked unpredictable, staring at her sharply.

"What?" Marciana frowned in confusion, "What kind of question is this?"

Snape didn't explain, "You heard that very well."

"No...I mean, why do you think I don't know? Is this some kind of secret?" Marciana asked blankly.

Snape had guessed a lot of answers, for example from Dumbledore, from Black or Lupine, or even cheated from some of his reactions, but he didn't expect it to be this kind of answer. reaction.

Marciana bit her lip and looked at him with interest, "Severus, have you forgotten that you are only seven years older than me, although we did not go to school at the same time, all your studies The younger brothers and sisters are all my seniors, and many of your classmates have younger brothers and sisters who are my classmates." She waved her magic wand, and two glasses and a bottle of wine made by fairies appeared on the table, and she poured them out for him. A cup is pushed in front of him.

Snape felt that what Marciana was about to say would be anything but good.

"Don't you realize that you were quite famous when you were a student?"

"What?" Snape looked unhappy.

Marciana showed a teasing smile on her face, "It's okay to tell you now. You played with the Gryffindor four for seven years, and you were very difficult to mess with. It was Slughorn The professor's sweetheart, who in the whole school doesn't know you? You graduated when I entered the school, and no one talked about these old things, but you came back to be a professor, and your teaching style is still so...unique. How should I put it, basically One month after you joined the job, we even found out that you almost failed the first-year flight class."

She smiled and took a sip of her wine, her lips were brightly colored.

At this moment Snape felt that Marciana was quite a wicked witch.

"As for Lily and you always chatting and doing homework together in the lower grades, many people know about it. Lily also mentioned to many classmates that you two knew each other before entering school. Severus, the girls' dormitory has always been It’s very gossip, I have a lot of friends, and I know both Lily and you, so I’m not completely ignorant of your personalities—I can guess it with my toes.”

In all fairness, Severus Snape is definitely well-informed among men, good at observing people's opinions, and a man who is both naturally good at finding out information and has a strong interest.However, it is generally difficult for men without girlfriends and wives to imagine the frankness, depth, speed and breadth of communication between girls.Coupled with the fact that Slytherin was already more tactful and cautious, and he didn't have many close friends when he was a student, Snape actually didn't know anything about the power of gossip and gossip among girls.

The talented player Snape lost due to information asymmetry.

Snape felt that he might not necessarily want to know the truth, but his curiosity was piqued.

As a teacher who has taught teenagers for more than ten years, he is very clear that there is always a leader among the students in each school - not necessarily the prefect, but definitely the leader who can most influence other students .Marciana was without a doubt the head of the Gryffindor girls back then, and there is no better source of information than her.

It's rare that she is willing to speak, he thought, besides, he really wanted to know what she thought of him at that time.So Snape picked up his glass too, "Is there anything else I don't know?"

"How do I know if you know?" Marciana nodded her lips, and suddenly smirked, "Do you know we're betting on you?"

Snape was deeply offended. "What, bet? What bet?"

"It's too much... Well, for example, how long can you stay at Hogwarts, can Pasia Perks, the seventh-year Slytherin, succeed in pursuing you, do you like men or women... Oh, don't do it!"

Marciana jumped up to avoid a jinx that Snape fired furiously, and the spell hit the sofa she was sitting on just now, freezing the sofa into a big lump of ice.

"Do you still want to listen? It's not my bet!"

"How do you know about Perks?!"

Marciana spread her hands, "She bragged in her small circle, and bet that she could handle you in a month. After all, the 21-year-old dean and professor are powerful, have a mysterious background, and are suspected of being a Death Eater. You It's very popular among the upper class Slytherins. If it works...it'll be much more prestigious than dating the boys who are chasing after her."

She carefully looked at Snape's face, and found that his usually sallow and pale face turned livid and red, and felt that he was about to have a heart attack, and maybe he was in danger of bursting blood vessels .

Marciana quickly comforted her, "Perx is a beauty."

When she saw him gritted his teeth and looked at her, she quickly suppressed her smile, "Besides! I knew she would not succeed at the first glance. After all, as a professor and a student, you will lose your job. How can a rational person like you seduce me?" She's crazy. I bet from the beginning that she will definitely fail!" She said happily, "I made a lot of pocket money."

Snape gave her a dark look, "That means most people bet on her success."

"...You got the wrong focus. The point is that I am not only sure that she will fail, but also bet that you can stay at Hogwarts as long as you want. Look how confident I am in you. You were the same then as now Eccentric, many students want you to leave!"

"Thank you. May I ask where your confidence comes from?"

"Because you are talented." Marciana said naturally, "Even a first-year student can tell whether a teacher is capable or not. Although you have a bad temper and partiality—hey, don't do it!—But You are indeed very talented."

She laughed, "I still remember when you taught the first class, you looked like a seventh-grade senior, but the hand you showed when you gave us the majesty was really good."

Snape was subtly soothed by this overly straightforward compliment, and seeing his anger subside, Marciana quickly jumped out of this dangerous topic: "Oh, we've strayed too far. I haven't asked you tonight Why did you come here?"

Snape was stunned, and finally remembered why he visited today: "I hope you can watch the night for me tomorrow night. I have to go to London, and I may not be able to make it back before curfew."

"No problem." Marciana was very straightforward, and gave him a curious look, but she didn't ask him what he was going to do, just smiled, "In return, I want to bring me a mixed berry cheesecake."

"Fine. But I'm not here to play." Snape obviously saw her curiosity and said angrily, "Actually, I think I'm cleaning up the mess for Gryffindor. It's been stolen, the gill grass and the woodsnake skin have been stolen, and you have to buy new ones."

Marciana looked at him with great sympathy, "Why is it always you who gets stolen?"

"Probably because I'm rich," Snape said dryly.

Marciana laughed, "It's true, for a guy like you who spends most of his wealth on collecting materials, it's much easier to rob you than Gringotts."

Snape was annoyed: "The guy who spends all his wealth on the goblin sword has the right to say anything about me."

"Yo, no one stole from me. After all, how could this involve Gryffindor?"

"Intuition. It must have something to do with Potter."

"A strong word. Isn't African tree snake skin an ingredient in Polyjuice Potion?" Marciana said meaningfully.

"That's not for Potter." Snape pouted.

When he was about to leave Marciana's office, Snape finally remembered something he had forgotten just now, "The third bet, what did you bet back then?"

"What? What is the third bet?" Marciana looked incomprehensible.

Snape narrowed his eyes.

Marciana continued to play dumb, "We obviously made two bets. Oh, it's so late and I have to prepare for the night watch. I have to go and change quickly."

Snape looked at the door hastily closed in front of him, and there was something he didn't understand.In the following week, Snape single-handedly deducted more than 200 points from Gryffindor. Marciana deeply regretted that she had been so mean for a while, and she made a dejected compensation to appease the revenge-addicted Slytherin headmaster.

Marciana felt that Snape blamed Harry for throwing things out of anger, but after seeing Harry win by taking gill grass on February 24, she had to admit that Snape's intuition was quite correct.

Of course, this man's face of "I told you a long time ago" is also very annoying.

Marciana knew that with Snape's vindictive nature, he would definitely deal with Harry, but she never expected his methods to be so... childish.

Rita Skeeter hadn't been able to dig out any big news recently, and started to arrange the gossip of Harry, Hermione and Krum, the middle school students-and she didn't know that Snape was in Potion until after listening to Hermione's complaints. In class, I read Skeeter's history of pornography for middle school students.

Marciana took the opportunity to sneer at his vulgar taste, but Snape didn't refute.

Something's been wrong with this guy lately, she thought.

Karkaroff became more and more anxious day by day, and visibly lost weight to the naked eye.Although Snape behaved as usual, it became more and more difficult for her to meet him in the staff room. Even if she did, he would often close his eyes and remain silent, as if he was thinking about something.

Before Marciana could decide whether to inquire about what Karkaroff and Snape had said, she received Sirius' owl: Sirius was going to visit Harry in Hogsmeade.According to Dumbledore's arrangement, as long as he sends a Hogwarts professor to accompany him, he can temporarily dismiss the Auror sent by the Ministry of Magic to guard him.

"I don't know if you would like to accompany Harry? I think both Harry and I would feel more comfortable if you were not the Auror looking at me when I was talking to Harry. To be honest, the Auror who was arranged to follow me would also feel more comfortable. Boring, they say even the most bureaucratic guy in the Ministry can't fault you or Alastor Moody. They'd love to sneak into Hogsmeade for a drink."

Marciana folded the letter.

Well, she thought, for the sake of the Three Broomsticks' good wine, it would not be a good idea to deprive the old colleagues of this benefit.

The author has something to say: [bgm=rememberme, ChristinaPerricover]

Lily made a show, hehe.

Professor: I don't care about photos or anything (quickly put away

The professor's line I imagined was actually "Black and Lupine really did not age well." After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't find the appropriate words, mourning.

Professor: So after 10,000+ words, does she still think I'm crooked?Is this text really romantic?