I'm playing a big knife at HP

After that, Snape seemed to have figured it out, and no longer avoided Marciana, but took the initiative to join her "practice" activities, and dueled with her every few days.Marciana, Moody, and Snape took turns fighting, feeling alive again in their arms and legs, which had been comfortable at Hogwarts.After their duel one night, Snape suddenly said, "I'll teach you the spell I used to attack you just now."

Marciana nodded hesitantly.He saw her thoughts, "You don't need to exchange anything. You listen carefully."

Snape gave a quick rundown of the magic's incantations, gestures, and damage it could inflict - a rather vicious form of Dark magic - and finally he added, "It's Nott's best offensive spell. Next I will explain the mantra to you."

He taught very quickly, he almost only taught the attack spell and the solution to the curse once, and he taught more than a dozen in one go.In the next duel, he asked her to use all the offensive spells she had taught last time-and threatened that if one of them didn't work correctly, he would never teach it again.Marciana was caught by him with two sore feet, being competitive and curious, and had to bow her head. Fortunately, she did learn it, and she used it decently.It's just that when she used the last black magic, Snape didn't block it, the spell hit his shoulder directly, his clothes split, his flesh began to melt like butter cut by a hot knife, and blood flowed out come out.

"Why don't you hide? You can block it!" Marciana jumped.

"Undo the curse. Immediately." Snape didn't even move his eyebrows. If his face hadn't turned pale suddenly, she would have thought that the shoulder didn't grow on him.

"You! I have my own way to practice, I don't need you!" Angrily, she pointed her wand at his wound and began to recite the counter-curse.Her black magic was more violent than cruel, but she learned the counter-curse very well, the blood stopped immediately, and the flesh began to close.Snape ignored her protests, seeing that she had learned it, and immediately taught him a dozen new Dark Arts.He was literally cramming his knowledge of the Dark Arts into Marciana's head, and the urgency of it made her feel uneasy—as if he wouldn't have another chance if he didn't finish teaching it right away.

Marciana stared at Harry and Ludo Bagman more closely, but the former was fine except for practicing spells, and the latter rarely appeared at Hogwarts.In this way, under her faint anxiety, on June 24, the final match of the Triwizard Tournament began.

Sirius and the Weasleys all came to watch Harry play as a family.Marciana sat among the teachers, paying [-]% attention to the competition, and [-]% focusing on Ludo Bagman on the judges' bench.

She watched as Krum knocked Fleur unconscious, and Harry and Cedric teamed up to subdue Krum.Together they stepped forward to hold the trophy.

The next moment, they disappeared.

The auditorium was silent for a moment, and then the discussions exploded.The audience and students thought it was a specially arranged test, but they were a little excited, but the teachers and judges of Hogwarts stood up in unison.Soon, the more savvy audience also realized that something was wrong.Sirius Black was the first to react and ran towards Dumbledore, followed by Molly and Bill Weasley.

All the wizards walked straight towards the center of the maze under the leadership of Dumbledore - Dumbledore had no intention of walking slowly through the maze at all, he raised his elder wand, and the four deans also raised their wands to join forces, and the hedge was right next to them. Back away automatically.A group of people walked to the empty grass in a row, staring at the trophy base, and there was nothing they could do.

Suddenly, Karkaroff let out a cry of pain, as if someone had stabbed him with a branding iron.He rolled up his sleeves with trembling hands, the Dark Mark on his left forearm had turned scorched black.

Karkaroff turned and ran out of the crowd without hesitation.

Moody gave Marciana a wink, told her to keep Bagman in check, and pull away to chase Karkaroff.Marciana raised the tip of her wand hidden in her sleeve slightly and pointed at Bagman, but couldn't help but look at Snape.

Snape's face was covered with cold sweat, and he whispered something to Dumbledore.Then he also looked at her, and she understood without words at this moment.

Voldemort is back.

For more than ten years, Marciana had guessed thousands of times how this moment would come. At this time, instead of being afraid, she felt that the blood in her whole body was burning, as if the call of fate to her had finally come true.If anyone pays attention to her, they will find that her left hand has been wrapped in silver metal, and the metal hums slightly with the trembling of her fingers.

The ecstasy on Ludo Bagman's face could hardly be concealed... No, he probably couldn't be bothered to conceal it.

More and more people gathered around, relatives of several contestants, their classmates... Finally, with a pop, Harry and Cedric appeared in the air holding hands and fell on the lawn.

Dumbledore rushed to help Harry up, and Professor Sprout stepped forward to hug Cedric, who suddenly screamed in mourning.

Ludo Bagman struggled to push through the crowd and walked towards Harry. Marciana swung his wand against his back, and Bagman collapsed.She supported him, and said to Cornelius Fudge who was looking at her without changing expression, "It seems that Mr. Bagman is too excited. It's okay, our medical witch is here." She said, Dragging and dragging the unconscious Ludo Bagman out of the crowd.

Fudge didn't have time to deal with Bagman either, he squeezed his way into the crowd with difficulty and let out a cry of surprise.

"My God... Digory! Dumbledore... he's dead!"

Marciana heard Fudge's yell coming from the crowd, and felt chills all over her body, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head.

died?Cedric Diggory dead?

Wizards and witches rushed towards the middle of the maze, and Marciana stood outside with Bagman in one hand, watching the crowd passing by her, and was momentarily stunned.If Bagman had something to do with that talented boy's death, then I am as responsible as he is—why didn't Cedric die because of his own inaction?She felt confused and wanted to squeeze in to ask Harry what was going on, but in the end she gritted her teeth and mentioned Ludo Bagman and walked to Hogwarts Castle - there was Dumbledore in the maze, It is enough to have four deans and Sirius; and she has her own responsibilities.

Not long after Marciana returned to the castle, Dumbledore found her, followed by McGonagall, Snape, and Harry with a numb face.Marciana pulled out Bagman, who was still unconscious, from her dragonhide suitcase, and threw a small bottle to Snape: "It was found from him."

Snape unscrewed it and sniffed, "Potion Potion."

Marciana took out a small tube of silver-colored potion from her bosom, and handed it to Harry, "The palliative, drink it, it will make you feel better." The boy took it in a daze, uncorked the bottle and drink up.Professor McGonagall looked at him pitifully, and sighed silently.

Marciana noticed a bleeding wound on his leg and told him to sit down. A white light from the tip of the wand directed at the wound, and the bleeding wound closed itself.She looked at this stunned young man who didn't know the pain, and didn't feel the pain when it stopped, and knew that she had failed.It's me and Albus, she thought, something that we were trying to protect has been lost.She sighed and said softly, "You brought Cedric back. That's good."

The numbness in Harry's face had faded a little, and there was a little life in his green eyes, but he still looked dazed.

At this hour, Bagman's round, childlike face shriveled, his round blue eyes turned cloudy brown, his short blond hair turned into a straw-yellow mess, his figure thinned, and he became a man of three. Teenage, pale and haggard man.

Marciana carefully identified the sickly and haggard face—she was just a child when she saw him in the dock, and now this face only bears a little trace of the old days: "Crouch. Oh it's you."

Three drops of Veritaserum, and Barty Crouch Jr. told it all.How his father was so stiff instead of Tao, and replaced him with his dying mother.How he lived under the Imperius Curse for more than ten years, and Bertha Jorkins broke his secret.How did Voldemort and Wormtail learn all this from her head, and used the Imperius Curse to control old Barty Crouch.He sneaked into the World Cup to release the Dark Mark, and put Ludo Bagman under house arrest in Crouch House, disguised as Bagman and sneaked into Hogwarts.It turned out that he had been secretly helping Harry this semester—the gill grass was his idea—until he controlled Krum with the Imperius Curse and killed his biological father.In the end, he took advantage of his status as the head of the sports department to put the trophy in the middle of the maze and turned it into a portkey.

"My master's plan has succeeded." There was a fanatic's light in his eyes, and he smiled happily. "He has regained his strength, and I will get a reward that all wizards can't imagine in their dreams."

Snape looked down at little Crouch with an unpredictable expression on his face, but Marciana could feel a mocking smile on his lips.

Yeah... for a man like Voldemort, Crouch had been drained of his usefulness, and it would be a mistake to expect his master to save him.

Dumbledore stood up, sent Snape to take Cornelius Fudge to the medical wing for a meeting in half an hour, and told Professor McGonagall to keep an eye on little Crouch, and led Harry and Marciana back to the office .Sirius was waiting there, and as soon as he saw Harry, he ran up to catch him.

Under Dumbledore's questioning, Harry finally spoke slowly about his experience tonight.When Harry mentioned that Wormtail had stabbed him in the arm with a dagger, Dumbledore stood up abruptly and walked around the table to look at his wound.

Strange... Albus was very excited, why?Marciana was a little suspicious.No, definitely not because of that little flesh wound, the wound on Harry's leg and Albus didn't even give it a second look.She faintly felt that Dumbledore's abnormal concern was the key to everything and the reason for "waiting and watching".

"He said my blood would work better than anyone else's and would make him stronger," continued Harry. "He said that the protective power—the power my mother left in me— —he wants to have it too.”

At this moment, a gleam of joy flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes. This light was fleeting, and if Marciana hadn't been paying attention secretly, she would have missed it.

This is it, Voldemort was resurrected with Harry's blood, and Lily's protection was now in Voldemort's body.Voldemort can touch Harry - but what does that mean?Why is this news that makes Albus happy?

Harry went on, and when he mentioned Cedric, James and Lily, Sirius let out a sigh and buried his face in his hands.Marciana was a little dazed, she still remembered how high-spirited those lively big brothers and sisters were back then.More than ten years have passed, and among those few people, there are only two people left to echo, one person regrets in vain, one person is in despair, and one person has surrendered to the enemy.I don't know what Wormtail thinks when he sees his old friend with the same face.She put an arm around Sirius' back and patted him lightly.

It's good to see those aspects of you lost again, even in repercussions.

The author has something to say: Seid died, and I am also very sad, but there is really no way.Ced died purely because of chance: he happened to arrive at the center of the maze with Harry, and he also held the trophy with Harry.This is something Maye can't influence or predict. Unless the plot halo is turned on, Seid can't be saved.

There is another update today, which is being edited frantically and will be released in the afternoon.