I'm playing a big knife at HP

They landed slowly, and Marciana let out a long sigh of satisfaction, and the big character fell on her back on the grass.Even Snape sat down, lying on the ground with his hands folded behind his head.

At this time, the setting sun was about to end, the moon had not yet risen, the sky was light to dark blue, but there were a few bright stars on the horizon.

Marciana suddenly wondered if Voldemort, when he first cast the spell—whether he had learned it or created it himself—had seen as great a view as he himself had, had he also had a In an instant, I was as surprised as a child.

No matter how anti-social the Dark Lord is, he can't help but be impressed by the wonder of magic. Isn't the desire to fly rooted in human instinct?Even Voldemort, there is no way to resist it?

She turned her head sideways and looked at the profile of the black-robed wizard beside her.

He looked at the night sky with a peaceful expression on his face, his eyes were no longer empty and cold as usual, but sparkled rarely.

Marciana felt joy in her heart.She used her eyes to trace the lines of his profile, the hump on the bridge of his nose, his lips, his chin.

In all fairness, Severus Snape was not a handsome man, and no artist would be keen to make such a face into a statue.His face is a bit narrow, his nose is too big, the hump on the bridge of his nose is obvious, his forehead bone is high, and his eye sockets are deep. It always reminds people of hard and exposed rough rocks, which is very suitable to be described as "craggy".But he had a pair of extremely alert and penetrating eyes, which made the whole face instantly intelligent.Marciana felt that she quite liked this look - which made her feel a little confused.

"What are you looking at?" he asked lazily.

She turned her face, "I think the moonlight is very beautiful tonight."

"Then just watch the night, and see what I do."

She breathed a sigh of relief and didn't answer.

"Let me tell you a secret." He smiled slightly.

Marciana never expected that Snape's smile (event with low probability) and this sentence (event with even lower probability) could appear at the same time - probably the world is about to be destroyed.

"I was not good at any sports since I was a child. I hated running, jumping, and Quidditch. I couldn't even learn to climb trees when I was young."

"Yo, it's just the opposite of me." She laughed, "I'm not bragging, the brats who bullied my sister when I was young and their elder brothers, I can beat up a dozen."

"Guess yes, otherwise how would you have been assigned to Gryffindor."

"Tsk, I don't care about you. Besides, you don't have to be humble, you have your strengths." She dragged her voice and said, "At least you are good at walking. Among the professors at Hogwarts, you are the best at walking. momentum."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly stood on the ground, dodged a little curse that flew straight at her, and laughed.

Snape didn't know how anyone could laugh like that.Her laughter seemed to come from the depths of her chest, as if her whole body was laughing, and her whole body was trembling with joy, the sound was so sweet that he was fascinated by it.

Seeing him staring at her, Marciana felt strange and couldn't help but lower her head to check her appearance.After looking at it, she found that her braids were messy, and there were a lot of grass in her hair.Marciana sighed, untied the rubber band annoyedly, loosened her hair, and smoothed it out with her fingers.

"Since you told me a secret, I'll exchange one too." She pushed her thick long hair that was almost waist-length to her chest, "I've never learned how to braid my hair. Let me show you how I usually do it of."

She pulled out her wand and made a few gestures. Her hair was divided into three strands as if it were alive, and it was automatically braided.

"I've invented a dozen spells specifically for hairdos."

Snape was dumbfounded, then laughed.

Marciana became furious, "What do you know?! You don't know the difficulties of people with thick and thick hair like mine! Try turning your back on your hands, divide your hair into seven strands, and braid, twist, and fix them in this order. Do something?"

The wizard in black laughed out of breath, "...I don't know, all I know is that even the dumbest girl in Hufflepuff doesn't seem to have this kind of trouble."

Marciana collapsed face down on the ground, thumping the ground in frustration.

"Speaking of which, the fast walk spell is interesting, but except in places like Hogwarts, everyone uses Apparition. How did you use it to catch Roll?"

"Ah, this. When he was resisting arrest, he wounded two Aurors and disapparated. The situation was quite complicated. He had a secret hideout in England, and the team thought that he would never be caught, and planned to arrest him. I tracked him all the way out of England, and he went east, through France, Switzerland, straight into the Alps. He still has a lair there, on an ancient ruin. That part of the forest has a strong The magic field, too, can't apparate, and there are a lot of wild chimeras in the forest, so even the broomstick can't be used... He must have a portkey, thinking he will get rid of me when he gets there. Humph! He didn't expect me Walked through the whole forest on foot, and just got him out."

"But how did you keep up with him? There's no way to apparate."

"Yeah, so I put a little tracking curse on him."

"There is such a thing?"

"He killed all my blood relatives, even my infant brother. You may not know that it is easy to curse people who do things like this." She said calmly, "I was in Hogwarts I read all the books in the library about the ancient blood curse. Even if he is too powerful and I can't directly curse him to death, tracking is still no problem."

She continued with a sneer, "Of course, I wasn't strong enough at the time. I was afraid that he would discover the curse I cast and destroy it. At that time, the vast crowd would really be unable to catch him anymore. During those three days and two nights in the forest I hardly closed my eyes, and I didn't even dare to stop to eat. I know that Luo Er is a very powerful wizard. After all, not any cat or dog can kill my father, even my mother, although outsiders think she is just a healer , but she is actually very powerful. Ordinary dark wizards - even if there are four - my parents can take it together...Roll is very strong, more than Rozier, Dolohov, and Devel combined They are all strong. But he never expected that I can cross almost the entire mountain range in three days, ha!"

Snape was slightly moved. Evan Rozier was only a few years older than him. He knew the methods of Rozier and Dolohov well. If it was really better than the three of them combined...

"It's him, it turned out to be Titus Rolle." He murmured.

"what?"

"Back then, the Dark Lord trained two of his subordinates alone. They were the most loyal, most powerful, and of the highest status among the Death Eaters. One of them was Bellatrix Lestrange—as we all know, Because she likes to brag about the Dark Lord's favor for her. But the other... no one but the Dark Lord knows who he is, not even Bellatrix. Bellatrix hates that person very much, but never Never provoked him, so I guess he's much stronger than her." Snape turned his head and wondered, "How did you beat him?"

"Sneak attack. Of course I can't fight a head-on duel. How old was I at that time?" Marciana said without shame, "He was bitten by my tail for several days, and he fought several times. He was already at the end of his battle." , Of course you will relax when you return to your lair.”

Snape felt that Marciana reappeared after four years of disappearance, and her whole person became calm and restrained, but at this moment when she talked about the past when she was young, although it was an understatement, a chill came out of her bones.

Although wizards generally believe that magical development begins at the age of 11 and ends at the age of 17, there are always exceptions.Some extremely powerful wizards will slowly increase their magical power after the age of 17, so generally speaking, if the talent is similar, it is difficult for a young wizard to beat an older one: one is not experienced enough, and the spells he knows are not as good as the latter More, and the second is that the strength and total amount of magic power cannot be compared.

Although Marciana is very talented, but Luo Er is not mediocre. She dared to fight against a veteran who was more than twice her age at the age of 20. It has to be said that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, or she even risked her life for revenge. Regardless.

"How are you sure that Rolle is your enemy? To be honest, even I didn't know he was a Death Eater."

She showed a stern smile, "Of course I want to figure it out. After subduing him, I greeted him from Veritaserum to Legilimency. Luo Er is a good killer, and he is also proficient at escaping. But the ability to resist torture is really common. It is him, even my brother and sister were killed by him, and he has no remorse. When I read his memory, I clearly felt that he was very proud. Titus The bloody case in the hands of S Roller is not limited to my family, he deserves to die."

Snape turned his face to look at her, and felt that her murderous appearance was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, ten times more beautiful than her usual gentle and quiet appearance.Marciana bit her lip, and suddenly looked at him, "What kind of person is Evan Rozier?"

Snape was stunned, but he didn't ask her why she asked so suddenly, he just said, "I don't know him well either. He's three years older than me, and we used to hang out together in school. He was very Worshiping the Dark Lord..." He paused, "If half of the rumors about him are true, he's a man who deserves to die."

"That's it." She turned around.

"In the eyes of many people, I deserve to die." He unconsciously rubbed his left wrist with his right hand.

At his words, she turned around, resting her head on her elbows, "Well, I don't think you deserve to die. I went to your trial at the Wizengamot, and that's what you were charged with."

Snape was taken aback.

"It's not just you, I asked Alastor to take me to all the interrogations of suspected Death Eaters. I'm looking for an enemy, right?" She shrugged, this indifferent attitude made him feel uncomfortable just now As for Kong, she pointed to his wrist, "Is this what bothers you recently?"

"……Yes."

"Are we running out of time?"

"Yes."

She bit her lip, "Can I see it?"

Snape hesitated for a moment, then unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves.

She took his left hand and saw that the mark had turned a light red color like a burn. "It's already so clear," she frowned, "Albus still told us to wait and see what happens, what's the matter?"

She raised her eyes and glanced at him, "You... You will stay in Hogwarts well, live in seclusion for a few years, and you will be fine if you kill the mysterious man later."

Snape almost laughed angrily.He stared at her face, and there was a bit of worry on her face, but there was really no contempt in it. It was natural to say this, as if she thought it should be like this.

Marciana did not mean to look down on his ability when she said this, but she subconsciously felt that Snape, as a potion maker, should be in logistics, and he didn't need to go out to kill enemies in any camp.

Furthermore, Snape was fished out by Dumbledore in the name of a spy. It would be strange if Voldemort didn't liquidate him immediately after his resurrection. He can fill up the hatred as soon as he shows up.It's not that she never thought that Dumbledore might use Snape as a double agent again, but lately she's thinking less and less about the possibility of him returning to his old job, and more and more thinking about how to keep him safe , How can we win without him.

Marciana knew that Dumbledore never acted decisively, and she also clearly saw the room Dumbledore left in dealing with Snape's affairs, and vaguely guessed that he had not completely given up the idea of ​​using Snape .But the more she got familiar with Snape, the more she tilted the balance in her heart. When calculating, she adjusted down the probability that Snape would continue to be a spy until she convinced herself that the possibility was so small that it could be ignored. until.

Snape ignored her words, and instead asked nonchalantly, "Have you ever had Cruciatus?"

Marciana froze for a moment, "I have."

Snape looked over questioningly.

She didn't explain in detail, but said vaguely, "...the anti-stress and anti-torture training."

"Then you can use it too."

"……meeting."

"According to what you just said, you are also very good at Legilimency. Then do me a favor." He turned his head, only to see Martha's eyes were clear in the dark night.

For a moment he was unable to express that request, but after a long time he still said, "Forget it."

"What are you busy with?"

"Forget it, I don't need you. Just have Dumbledore."

Marciana wanted to ask again, but he had already stood up and patted his robe, "We should go back, we are about to watch the night."

The author has something to say: bgm=FurEliseinaheartbeat, byLucasKing

Thinking about it carefully, if Snape's profession is put into the game, the one who continuously produces potions...isn't he a nanny? (meditation

Martha (confused): Why did everyone tell him to rush forward?Am I the only one who has the consciousness to protect my nanny?