I'm playing a big knife at HP

Dumbledore took Harry to the hospital wing after asking about what happened tonight.

Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Molly, and Bill surrounded Harry. Madam Pomfrey handed him a glass of death water, and Harry soon fell into a deep sleep.

Marciana looked at the young man who could be said to be unscathed, and couldn't help feeling that his survival was a miracle—even she began to believe that prophecy a little bit.

She noticed that Snape had returned to the hospital wing, but Fudge hadn't arrived. "Where's Minister Fudge?"

"He said he needed to find a few guards before he would go to see Crouch Jr. Later, Alastor Moody came back with Karkaroff in custody, and he accompanied Fudge, and I came to inform Dumbledore about Karkaroff things."

Marciana said in a low voice, "Harry's kid is fine, you don't have to worry."

"I saw it, alive and kicking." He glanced at the group of people still sitting around the hospital bed, "I'm not worried about him."

"How are you?" she asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." He also responded softly, but he didn't seem to relax, and there was a trace of dryness in his voice, "The Dark Lord's summoning has ended."

Marciana frowned, but before she could ask further, footsteps and loud noises came from outside the medical wing.

Alastor, Professor McGonagall and Fudge were arguing, and the door of the ward was suddenly knocked open.

Fudge and McGonagall walked into the ward first, followed by Alastor Moody carrying his magic box with a sullen face.

"What happened?" Dumbledore walked into the ward, "Why are you here?"

Minerva McGonagall was mad with rage.It turned out that Fudge brought three dementors into the castle, and the dementors lost control as soon as they entered the room, and went straight to Little Crouch and Karkaroff.

Moody reacted very quickly, and immediately used the Patronus to push back the dementors surrounding Karkaroff, but Little Crouch couldn't keep it after all.

"According to all accounts, he deserved it!" said Fudge aggressively.

"But he can't testify now, Connelly." Dumbledore stabbed Fudge with cold eyes.

Everything that follows cannot be described in the most exaggerated satire.Fudge single-mindedly regarded Voldemort's return as a madman's raving and a child's lie, even though all kinds of evidence were piled up under his nose, he still closed his eyes and refused to admit it.

Harry was woken up, and loudly defended what he had seen, "I saw Death Eaters with my own eyes! I can tell you the name! Lucius Malfoy..."

Marciana noticed Snape move beside her.

"McNeil... Avery... Knott... Crabbe... Goyle..."

Snape was indifferent to these names, only moved when Malfoy's name was mentioned.

Marciana bit her lip, remembering his fondness for Draco - about Snape in the Death Eaters, not without a single friend.

Fudge finally blushed and shouted, "It seems to me that you are all determined to create a panic and destroy everything we have painstakingly built in the past 13 years!"

Marciana couldn't help laughing with a "sigh", and the two sides in the room who were at war with each other immediately cast their gazes over.She couldn't hide it, and there was still a little sneer on her face, which was seen by Fudge.

Fudge blushed, "What are you laughing at?"

Marciana glanced at Dumbledore who was angry and worried, "Well, it's nothing, Your Excellency."

"How dare you! You're obviously laughing at me!" cried Fudge.

"No, Your Excellency Minister, I just remembered a joke I heard before. Have you ever watched a fighting match, Minister?"

Fudge was confused. "What's that?"

"Muggle sports are almost unarmed combat. Do you know what to do if you are punched in the eye socket by your opponent and the blood flows into the eye?" Marciana smiled and gestured on her forehead. "Novices can't help but want to close their eyes or wipe them, but the correct way is to work harder to open them."

She smiled, but her eyes were fixed on Fudge sharply.

"Because only in this way, you can see the opponent's next attack clearly, and then you can dodge it, otherwise you will be stunned soon, and there will be no chance to turn around." She paused, "Look, it hurts a little, and it hurts too much." It's kind of scary, but facing the enemy with your eyes open is your only chance of victory."

Marciana knew that Fudge understood, that he was mediocre, not an idiot.But Fudge just snorted with an ugly face: "Nonsense, I don't know what you're talking about."

Dumbledore lost the last of his patience: "If you're so obsessed and determined to go your own way, Connelly, we'll have to go our separate ways. You do what you see fit. I—I do my will."

Snape knew it was the worst-case scenario - the Order of the Phoenix was only about two dozen people anyway, and they needed the Ministry of Magic.

Fifteen years ago, they had the unconditional support of the Ministry of Magic, the combat power of the Aurors, and the information network of the Ministry of Magic. Even if they were fighting so hard, if the Ministry of Magic could not help them but would delay them, how could they fight?

He had to convince Fudge.

He had evidence that Fudge couldn't deny.

There was evidence in him that Fudge could not deny.

In the past 15 years, he tried every means to cover up, even wearing long sleeves in summer.Now...he looked around at everyone in the room, the Weasleys he didn't care much about; Minerva would believe anything Dumbledore said, so she would understand; the three Gryffindors never Didn't like him, especially Harry Potter, well, Alastor Moody... he already knew anyway.

His eyes fell on Sirius Black.

The worst thing is that Black will know his past.He could imagine how Black would use that against him, constantly reminding him of the shame of his past, making it difficult for him to move forward in the Order.

He finally lowered his eyes and glanced at Marciana beside him.She folded her arms now, still gripping her wand tightly in her right hand, and there was a grim determination on her face.

She already knows, so it doesn't matter.He suddenly got a new kind of courage and comfort, and undid the cuff buttons.

Snape stepped out through the crowd, striding towards Fudge, rolling up the sleeve of his left arm as he went.He held his forearm in front of Fudge, and Fudge flinched.

"Look," said Snape hoarsely, "look, Dark Mark. It's not as obvious as it was an hour ago, when it was charred black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eaters all have Voldemort's brand on them. This is a way for Death Eaters to identify each other, and it is also Voldemort's secret signal to call them back to him. When he touches the mark of a Death Eater, we must immediately Apparating, appearing beside him. The mark has become more and more obvious over the past year. Karkaroff's is the same. Why do you say Karkaroff is running away tonight? We both feel the mark burning. We all know he's back."

He deliberately ignored everyone's astonished gazes, and stared at the inexplicably horrified fat old man in front of him.

Now you can't deny it, he thought, it's branded on me.

But he was still disappointed.

Fudge shook his head dully. "I don't know what tricks you and your people are playing, Dumbledore, but I've heard enough. I don't want to say anything more...I have to go back to the Ministry of Magic..."

He hastily dropped Harry's thousand Galleon bonus and fled.

Almost as soon as the door closed, Dumbledore turned to the people in the room, "We have work to do."

Marciana raised the corners of her mouth and stood up straight, her arms finally lowered: After facing such a big setback, he can calmly plan strategies as usual, it is indeed Dumbledore.

Bill was sent to the Ministry of Magic to inform Arthur Weasley to gain support within the Ministry; Professor McGonagall was responsible for calling Hagrid and Mrs. Massimo to the Headmaster's office.

"Alastor, I need you to contact the old colleagues in the Auror office, we need to try to get some Aurors."

"Leave it to me." Moody nodded, and handed the magic box in his hand to Dumbledore, "Karkaroff is inside." After speaking, he strode away.

"Sirius, Severus," Dumbledore looked at the two dark-haired wizards who were staring at each other warily at this moment, "I trust you both very much, and now you should put aside your old differences and trust each other. "

Marciana squinted her eyes and looked at the two of them. Their bodies were like tight bows, their eyes met, their right hands were hidden under their sleeves, and there was no doubt that they were holding their wands tightly.

She suddenly thought of the cat and the dog who were confronting each other, and felt that the two of them would be able to live together if they just bared their teeth.

"In the short term," Dumbledore issued an ultimatum, "I will be satisfied as long as you are not openly hostile to each other. You may wish to shake hands. You are now on the same side. Time is short, and we are the few who know the truth." People must be united, otherwise there is no hope for us all."

Sirius seemed to remember something, and quickly glanced in Marciana's direction.The disgust on his face faded a little, and he held out his hand to Snape.

Snape touched his hand very quickly and let go.

"That's about it," said Dumbledore, standing between the two of them again. "Now you both have a mission. Fudge's attitude, although we expected it, changed the whole situation. Sirius, I need you." Set out immediately to inform Remus Lupine, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher..."

Sirius nodded, comforted Harry a few words, turned and strode away.

"Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, "you know what I'm going to tell you. If you're okay...if you're ready..."

"No problem," Snape replied.His face was paler than usual, and his cold black eyes were startlingly bright.

Marciana recognized the light in his eyes—she had seen it in the mirror the night she set out to hunt Rohr.

It is the light in the eyes of a man who is ready to die.

She could no longer lie to herself: she knew what his mission was.

"Wait!" She took a step forward, grabbed Dumbledore, and whispered anxiously, "You don't really plan to...? No..."

She raised her head to look at Snape, lowered her voice, tried to suppress a tremor, "The risk is too great, he will..." Her fingers tightened, her voice was so low that only Dumbledore could barely hear, "...he's going to die."

She raised her head and looked at Dumbledore imploringly, "The chances of him surviving are too slim to be worth it...even, even if not..."

"Martha!" Dumbledore interrupted Marciana, and stared at her sternly, his gaze was menacing.Marciana's face was pale, but she looked at him without flinching.

"I'm ready." Snape said in a low voice.Marciana turned her face to defend, but was intimidated by the look on his face.Snape looked at her with dark eyes.Suddenly, his voice sounded in her mind: I have already made a decision.

Marciana's eyes widened slightly, staring at Snape.After a few seconds, she suddenly nodded.Marciana straightened her back, her face was still pale, but the fragility just now had disappeared, replaced by a strong and determined expression.

She lowered her eyes, let go of Dumbledore's sleeve, and took a step back, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

"Good luck, then." Dumbledore turned to Snape and said calmly, only those who knew him best could see a trace of worry on his face.

Snape nodded.Marciana heard a low voice in her head, thank you.

She lifted her chin and forced a smile.Snape gave her one last look, turned and left without a word.

"Martha," Dumbledore turned to her, "I need you to immediately inform your friends abroad and use all your connections to spread the news of Voldemort's resurrection. Fudge will definitely try to cover up and deny this, if the "Daily Prophet" If we can’t report the truth, we let the news come in from abroad.”

"Okay." Marciana nodded briefly, followed Snape and left.

It was an hour later when Marciana returned to Dumbledore's office.

"My grandmother and cousin both agreed to help, and the wizarding community in Ireland and the Mediterranean will know that Voldemort has been resurrected immediately. In the United States, I sent a message to the people I know, at least to ensure that it will be reported in the newspapers."

"Very well, thank you Martha." Dumbledore looked very tired.

"Is Severus back?"

"Not yet." The old wizard stared at her face calmly, "Do you blame me?"

Marciana lowered her head, "No, I don't blame you. I can understand, really. There is an old saying in the East that kindness does not make soldiers."

She looked up with the same calm expression on her face as Dumbledore, "My father, Alastor, and myself put our lives in your hands not because you are a kind old man, but because we believe You can lead us to victory. You are a compassionate leader, so we love and trust you, but I should not forget that as our leader you have to do some hard, even brutal things. Choose." She stretched out her hand, held Dumbledore's hands, looked at the old man's face, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't have said sorry to me."

Marciana wanted to smile, but in the end she barely lifted the skin and gave up.

"Harry said they were at Voldemort's father's grave, do you... know where that is?"

"Yes, I know." Dumbledore looked into her eyes, "but Martha, can you tell me what you plan to do?"

She didn't answer, just lost her mind for a while.

"You said, if Severus came back, Hogwarts would be the first place he would go back?"

"Yes, Severus will come to see me first."

"How long do you think we should wait? About one night?"

Dumbledore didn't answer.

"Where is Voldemort's father's grave?"

"Little Hangleton Village."

"That's it. I'll wait for him outside the gate all night. If he doesn't come back tonight... I..." She closed her eyes, "I'll go to Little Hangleton and get him back .”

After Snape left the hospital wing, he strode towards the school gate.

How sure are I of surviving tonight?Sixty percent?Is it too optimistic?But I have made the best preparations.

I had a flawless excuse, I had practiced every possible question and answer with Dumbledore, I even practiced with Dumbledore to fend off Legilimency under Cruciatus.

I couldn't have been more prepared.

Hogwarts Castle stood darkly behind him, and the dim silhouette of the gate appeared in front of him.

Snape looked up and found that there was no moon tonight, but the sky was full of stars.

Wherever I go, there are no stars and no moon.

He stopped in front of the gate.He picked up all the memories of Marciana, scattered the black-haired hands in the twilight...eyes like burning sea water...red dress, red lips, and the scent of roses and black tea...in the campfire The sparkling smile next to her... her magical singing... the short-haired girl with patterns painted on her face... He locked all his memories and emotions into a box, and sank the box and the key into the deep sea of ​​his heart.

He closed his eyes, and the dark sea water in the deepest part of his mind engulfed the box.

There is no seabed here, and the only companions to this box are another box, in which are locked the few sunny days of his childhood, and a red-haired playmate.

Wherever I go, I cannot think of you.I dare not think of you.

I'm ready.

He disapparated.

The author has something to say: Martha: He will never come back, I will collect his body.

Professor: ...Wait, so the essence of our relationship is this?