I'm playing a big knife at HP

It's been a long night.Marciana had been waiting outside the Hogwarts gates, counting how long Snape had been away, wondering what he was doing.

Wondering if he's still alive.

Thinking that if he is still dead, she will take revenge on those who killed him for all the suffering he has suffered, and finally kill them.

People hope to have faith most when they are powerless.As a witch through and through, Marciana has never prayed since she was a child, but at this moment she has a little hope that she is a devout believer.

No matter what it is called, whether it is fate or God, there is always something higher and more powerful than us, right?She silently said to the nameless and dogmatic God in her head, what did I beg you last time, or more than ten years ago, you begged you to spare my sister's life, and you didn't agree.I know you don't care, but if you can, get Severus Snape back alive.I don't know what you want, but everything is negotiable.

That man is not very old, half his life has been rough, and you have treated him too badly, how dare you take his life today, right?

She babbled and bargained with that unknown existence in her mind, so as to pass the slow minutes.

Without knowing it, she suddenly remembered a sentence she read a long time ago - "I send you like sheep among wolves. Therefore, be as alert as snakes and as gentle as doves."

She smiled, Dances with Wolves was true, but Snape was no lamb either.It's not bad to be as alert as a snake, but as gentle as a dove?She lowered her head and thought about it, searching Snape inside and out once, probably only scraped out a handful of fake docileness.

Like sheep among wolves—yet you sent him.No matter how she understood it intellectually, she asked herself, she didn't have any resentment towards Albus.

Why do you have to ask him to go back?

She carefully recalled the trivial matters of more than ten years ago - she was still young at that time, but now that she thinks about it, they have already shown their defeat.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix were considered brave and fearless. Back then, the number of enemies was more than [-] times that of their own. At that time, no one who was still gnashing their teeth and recalcitrant was a coward—of course, forget Wormtail.But Voldemort's camp is ruthless and has a large number of people. At the most difficult time, even [-]% of the well-trained Aurors are dead, and it is not enough to send all the trainee Aurors, let alone the Order of the Phoenix with various abilities and backgrounds. up.

But in the last year or so, probably after Snape defected from the Death Eaters camp, the Order of the Phoenix won several battles, and the casualties were not as heavy as before.

She buried her face in her hands - they needed Snape, they needed his information, and the nail needed him.Today is different from the past, Voldemort has come back from the dead, the suspicion will only be heavier than before, and it is almost impossible to insert someone into Voldemort's camp.She just didn't expect him to be willing to go back.

He must love Lily very much.

Marciana unconsciously fiddled with a small, invisible spherical pendant on her collarbone: If it were me, would I want to go back?

Should be willing.

But if I were, would I be able to fool Voldemort?

She couldn't answer.Marciana couldn't help feeling a little admiration in her heart.It should be noted that although Marciana looks polite and easy-going, since she was a girl, few people of her age can match her, and she is actually very proud in her heart-a 12-year-old dares to swear to be with her Several times, the black wizard with strong magic faced the bear child, saying that she was arrogant was not wronged her.Although she has seen some things in the world during the few years of traveling abroad, among her peers, she can still count on one hand the people who can write the word "serve".

Today Snape was also promoted to that short list.

She looked up, only to see the stars hanging down the sky, the night sky was dark, it should be past midnight.Suddenly, there was a bang.

Marciana's heart beat fast, and she looked in the direction of the sound.

There stood a tall and thin black figure indistinctly.

Marciana rushed up, and seeing that it was indeed Snape, she couldn't help but hugged him tightly.

still alive!His chest is hot, his heart is beating, and there is no smell of blood on his body!He is still alive and well!

Marciana pulled out her wand and flicked it, and a silver red deer that was more brilliant and solid than usual jumped out, "Albus, he's back."

The Patronus galloped in the direction of the castle.

Marciana let go of Snape, brushing the hair that was stuck to his face in cold sweat.Under the dim light of the flickering torch, she found that his cheeks were cold and his eyes were empty, but they were different from usual.

"How many?" She held his face anxiously and asked, "How many times did you suffer from Cruciatus?"

It took him a moment to answer, as if her question was an echo from far away, "...don't know. I don't remember."

Marciana found that his reaction was much slower than usual, and she felt chills all over her body.

"Severus Snape?" She supported the wobbly wizard and let him lean on her shoulder, "Do you still recognize me?"

He looked at her for a long time, as if she were a stranger he hadn't seen in years, before finally saying, "Yes. Marciana LaRosa, Professor of Muggle Studies. Why are you here?"

"I'm waiting for you," she said curtly. "Albus will come and open the door for us in a moment."

"Albus Dumbledore..."

He's not right, he's not in the right state of mind.

Marciana didn't dare to use spells or potions without knowing his state, so she had to support him with one hand, and pulled out her wand with the other hand to release the second Patronus, "Albus, he's not well, please let him go." A little elf is running."

Tens of seconds later, Dumbledore appeared in front of them with a snap holding the elf's hand.Dumbledore walked up to Snape quickly, "Severus, how are you feeling?"

Snape stared at him without answering.Dumbledore rolled his eyelids, and he neither resisted nor flinched.

"Oh my god..." the old wizard murmured, turning to Dodo and saying, "Please send us to Professor Snape's lounge."

Dudu nodded, pulling Snape with one hand and Dumbledore with the other, the feeling of being squeezed all over was fleeting, and they came to Snape's private lounge in the cellar.

Dumbledore and Marciana worked together to help Snape to lie down on the sofa. Marciana took out a small roll of cloth from her arms, untied the rope and rolled it on the ground. The fist-sized cloth One end of the bag was in her hand, and the other end was rolling away for a long time. When it was unfolded, it was more than ten meters long, and there were hundreds of small glass bottles the size of fingers lined up one after the other.

Dumbledore conjured a goblet, "Give him the palliative."

With a wave of Marciana's hand, a small tube flew into her hand.She uncorked the bottle and poured the potion into the goblet. The bottle, which seemed to only hold a dozen milliliters of liquid, filled the goblet, and it looked like it was still full.

Dumbledore held the cup to Snape, who obediently drank it.

"Severus, can you hear me?" the old wizard asked.Snape nodded.

"Where are you?"

"……I have no idea."

"who am I?"

"You are Albus Dumbledore."

Dumbledore paused, with a thoughtful look on his face, and asked, "Who are you loyal to?"

"Albus!" Marciana was a little annoyed.

"Both Dumbledore and the Dark Lord consider me loyal to him, yet I have always served the Dark Lord's great cause."

Marciana's expression moved slightly, and she closed her mouth.

"Where did you go tonight?"

"……I do not remember."

"Well, tell me all about Harry Potter."

"Where do I begin? But I know everything you want to know."

Dumbledore glanced at Marciana suddenly, "No busy. Now, tell me everything about Marciana LaRosa."

Marciana felt puzzled, but when she saw Dumbledore shaking his head at her, she kept her mouth shut.

Snape paused for a moment, then replied calmly: "She is a professor of Muggle Studies at Hogwarts, and was a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts two years ago. I am not familiar with her."

"One last question, tell me all about Tibias Casas."

"I've never heard the name. I don't know who he is."

Dumbledore sighed, stood up, and whispered to Marciana, "He doesn't know where he is. Voldemort must have not only invaded his brain, but also created illusions to torture him. He is now Can't tell reality from hallucinations - maybe he's been back to Hogwarts countless times in false scenarios. It has to be said that Voldemort is really a master of Legilimency. But it seems that Severus succeeded His trust is really a blessing in misfortune."

"How can we make him better?"

"He's not physically irreversibly hurt, but it looks like he's suffered a lot. Maybe it was Cruciatus, maybe something else. Put him to sleep, I don't know how long, but he'll wake up sooner or later Came here. Severus has a strong heart. I have to go, I have several people to visit - can you take care of him for me?"

Marciana nodded, "No problem, leave it to me."

"Give him the water of life and death, he needs some dreamless sleep. He may wake up with a start, or he may have convulsions, try to relax him. If he still cannot distinguish between reality and hallucinations after waking up..." He sighed, "Try to find a way to wake him up. The longer it takes, the more dangerous his mental state will be."

After speaking, Dumbledore left in a hurry.

Marciana turned her head and found Snape frowning looking at her living room.

"You're going to rest." She helped him up, took him to the bedroom and put him on the bed.She pulled out her wand and changed the robe on him into a soft and comfortable striped pajamas. After looking at it, she thought that the blue stripes on a white background looked too much like a hospital gown, which was really unlucky, so she turned the stripes into red.

"Why red?!" Snape protested. "And why are you here? You shouldn't be here!"

"Okay, it's what you say." She waved her wand, turning his pajamas into a dark green background dotted with silver heart-shaped polka dots, "here, Slytherin house color matching Slytherin Dean. You are welcome."

Snape was about to jump up and touch his wand, but she pushed him back on the bed with one hand.

He pointed at her with a trembling finger, "You are a nightmare, you are an absolute nightmare."

"Just be happy." She handed a glass of life-death water to his lips, "Dreamless sleeping pills, you won't be able to see me after drinking it."

Snape didn't drink, just took it, frowned at her, "You shouldn't be here."

Marciana saw that Dumbledore was very good at drinking medicine when he was there, but at this time he was not cooperating in various ways, and felt that she was silently despised.She went to the bathroom and twisted a washcloth and asked, "Then who should be here?"

"……I have no idea."

She turned out of the bathroom and saw Snape frowning staring at the purple liquid in the cup, then sighed, and drank.

He put the cup on the bedside, lay down on his own, and closed his eyes.When she walked to the bed, he had already fallen asleep, but he was still frowning.

She sat on the edge of the bed and gently wiped his face, neck and hands with a wet towel, and finally tucked his hands into the quilt.She sat by the bed and looked down at him, stretched out a hand to caress his forehead, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.

Really like an overgrown boy.

She was taken aback by her own thoughts.Probably because he was lying quietly in the bed, and she was sitting and looking down at him from this angle... She quickly replaced the person lying in the bed with Dumbledore in her mind.

Alas, sin sin.Even with a big beard, he probably looks like a child when he is obediently wrapped in a quilt—yes, it must be, it is definitely a matter of angle.

Marciana poured herself a cup of energy potion, dimmed the bedside lamp, took a book and found a corner farther away to nest up.

After watching for less than an hour, there was a sudden painful gasp on the bed.She put down the book and walked over gently, only to find that the person on the bed was curled up like a shrimp—and sure enough, as Dumbledore expected, the convulsions began.

She hastily drew out her wand and began to chant a soothing spell.As soon as her hand touched him, he suddenly dodged away.

"It's me...it's me...it's okay..." She quickly said softly, "It will disappear in a moment...it will pass in a moment..."

She continued to sing, and the white light from the tip of the staff softly illuminated half of the bedroom.The spasm stopped where her palm touched, and the muscles relaxed again.She took his hand clenched into a fist and held it, opened the clenched fist and rubbed his palm, and when his hands relaxed, she gently pressed his tense neck and shoulders with her thumb.Finally, he let out a long sigh, as if letting go of his breath, he relaxed and became quiet again.Marciana helped him sit up and fed him some water, then stuffed the half-asleep wizard back into the bed.

After several times of tossing like this, the night passed.

Snape woke up when the morning sun shone into the bedroom tremblingly with the blue color of the Black Lake.He sat up by himself, rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked around his surroundings.

Marciana put down the book, "You woke up. Why so fast? I drank enough for you to sleep for ten hours."

Snape looked at her a little warily, but answered anyway, "I'd have to drink more than the average person."

This gentleman is resistant to drugs, so it can be seen that he has been drinking sleeping pills all year round-she is not surprised at all.

"How are you feeling? Are you hungry? How about I make you some breakfast?"

Snape said nothing, looking at her sullenly.

Marciana frowned, and asked tentatively, "You... you said that our courses will be suspended for a few days, so you can take a break?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Miss LaRosa. You've graduated and are no longer my student. I don't know how you got into my private lounge, and I need you to leave immediately."

Well, this dear friend's madness is not completely cured yet.

Marciana rubbed her chin, thinking of something that Snape could confirm that Voldemort would never use to test him... preferably something that Voldemort himself didn't know...not even something in his own memory Content……

Well.There is a way.

She called, "Doo-doo!" and the little elf, Dodd-doo, appeared immediately, "Could you please come to my room and bring me a dragon-skin suitcase?"

Dudu brought the box back after a while.Marciana climbed in, and soon crawled out holding a big box, a vinyl record floating behind her.

She held the case—obviously a record player—and carefully placed it on the table, brushed the non-existent dust on it lovingly, and gently picked the vinyl record out of the air.

Snape stared at her dumbfounded, looking more and more sure that she was hallucinating, or the kind that appeared in a dream without logic, "I don't know what you are doing, Miss Larosa, please go away."

"Yeah, no problem, give me... 10 minutes." She pointed to the head of the bed good-naturedly, "Your wand is right there. Nothing to worry about."

Only then did Snape realize that he was chasing people away with his bare hands, and quickly grabbed his wand.

Strange, he thought, how relaxed he was in this illusion.

Marciana fixed the record on the player, put the needle in place, pressed lightly, and the solemn chords of the symphony sounded.

Snape froze, he recognized this - the prelude to The Magic Flute.The violin ensemble was cheerful and moving, but he looked at Marciana in surprise.

At the end of the song, a concerto sounded - he had never heard this piece.Such a gentle and beautiful melody reminds people of country roads, the morning air, the golden sunlight penetrating through the trees, and the peaceful morning mist on Pinghu Lake.

Marciana leaned against the window, raptly watching the mermaids shuttling at the bottom of the Black Lake.The water in the Black Lake was swaying, and the micro-blue morning light was unpredictable on her face.Snape suddenly felt that this melody, which he had never heard before, must also be Mozart.

Such pure beauty, such peace, he doubted the Dark Lord himself had ever experienced it.

If you have never experienced it, I am afraid that there is no way to weave it into an illusion.What's more, a person like the Dark Lord must sneer at such a fragile and superfluous thing as "beauty". It is impossible for him to understand its meaning and importance to Snape.The Dark Lord would tempt him with security, wealth, fame, power, and even lust, but he couldn't seduce him with music.

"Are you really..." he said softly, "I'm really back."

She turned her face and smiled slightly, "Yes. Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"...No need."

"Then..." She walked to the bed and sat down, dimpled from her smile, "Breakfast?"

He didn't know how this person could be so happy when he thought of eating, so he had to pour cold water on her: "It's still early, it's not time for breakfast yet."

"It doesn't matter, are you hungry?"

He was indeed a little hungry.He was absent-minded last night, so he didn't eat much for dinner, and then he tossed and tossed all night mentally and physically exhausted: it doesn't matter if he doesn't mention it, but when he mentions it, his stomach feels empty.

"Well, I'll be right back." Marciana clapped her hands and walked away with her head held high.

Less than half an hour later, she came back with a large tray full, which contained a plate of fist-sized, colorful round cakes about an inch and a half thick, sliced ​​bread, fresh fruit, Butter, jam, and coffee, she put them all on the table, "Let's eat first. I didn't make complicated ones."

"This...you made it?" He prodded a round cake with a fork.

"Frittata, I think you haven't fully recovered, make something light. Not too much cheese." She cut a piece of frittata, and a salty hot air hit her nostrils, melting The cheese flowed out, "Eat it while it's hot."

He cut a piece and put it in his mouth, and took a bite. What first appeared was the richness of goat cheese, the crispness of smoked bacon, the saltiness of Parmesan cheese, the refreshingness of red pepper and green beans, and finally a faint A hint of shallot and basil, several flavors are warmly baked together, with a little bit of charred aroma - very delicious.

He ate one of the waffles in a few bites, and seeing Marciana devouring her share, quickly grabbed another.

She didn't make too much or too little, she ate two yuan, and Snape shared three yuan, both of them still had something to say.

"This is just right," Marciana said seriously, "I still have something I want to eat, but it's gone, so I'll want to eat it again next time. No matter how good something is, if you eat it all at once, you will inevitably get bored. In the end, I felt that it was nothing more than that, and I was very sorry for the food."

Snape felt that she was a set of crooked reasoning, but he had a short mouth for eating people, so he couldn't complain right away, so he was very aggrieved.

He took a sip of his coffee and began to butter the slices of bread that were burnt on the outside and soft on the inside—in all fairness, this was what he ate every day, but the plain old chap suddenly became unsatisfactory against the flirtatious quiche up.

Snape felt that sometimes life is really dramatic, and your life can be completely reversed in one day.Last night he was still worried about when the Dark Lord would return, and he didn't know if he would live to see the sun tomorrow.But more than ten hours later, the sun rose the next day, and he was still alive, listening to Martha talking about baking quiches.

She usually has good dining etiquette, but when there are few people, she likes to drink hot drinks with a coffee cup or teacup in both hands—just like a child.

He felt that there was still something to see in the sun the next day.Being alive is more interesting than he once thought.

But once I think of last night, the truth and the fantasy are torn apart.He didn't want to replay his response with the Death Eaters last night for the time being, but what happened after Apparating back to Hogwarts... He glanced down at his green pajamas with silver hearts embellished with them.

Seven orifices produce smoke.

With a flick of his wand he transformed the pajamas back into black robes, and Marciana shrugged regretfully.

He wanted to ask her if she took care of him for one night, but he felt that she was asking knowingly.He wanted to ask her if she hadn't slept all night, and if she wanted to take a rest, but he felt that asking her would be like driving someone away.He wanted to ask her why she was waiting for him, but he felt that it was better not to know the answer.Many topics were cut off by him, and in the end he said without pain on the tip of his tongue, "Where did you learn to cook?"

Marciana smiled, "When I was a child, I watched my parents cook, and I was a helper. If I watched too much, I would learn more. Later, I groped for myself and cooked it for Alastor. You don't know how many times he has cooked."

"Well, it turned out to be forced by survival."

"Well, it's forced by survival. What about you? But you joined Hogwarts not long after graduation, so you probably don't have much chance to cook by yourself."

"I'll boil the dead toad in the cauldron, okay?"

Marciana laughed.

"Don't laugh, I cook very well, that's what I eat."

She continued to laugh, dangling the coffee cup in her hand: fortunately, it was mostly empty, otherwise she would have spilled it all over her body.

"...not that funny either. The joke is super cold. Calling it a joke is actually an understatement."

Marciana breathed hard, "Pause! Pause! I'm going to laugh out loud."

"I don't think I have such a great sense of humor."

"You have. When I was a student I used to have to keep from laughing in your class. You're incredibly mean, but you're creative with your hurtful words." She sighed contentedly. "After all these years , I finally became your colleague, and I finally laughed when I wanted to."

"I'll find an excuse to deduct points from Gryffindor."

"That's something Minerva and the current prefect have to worry about." She waved her hand irresponsibly, "Besides, it's as if you haven't been doing this all the time."

Snape used his own deterrent weapons so frequently that he lost his deterrence at critical moments.He said very unwillingly: "I thought you were a good student back then, but now I know your true face. You were deducted less points back then."

"It's terrible, you know so many secrets from my student days - I have to catch some of you." Marciana poured another cup of coffee and found a comfortable position to nest, "Tell me Something fun to do when you were a student."

"There is no such thing."

"No." Marciana didn't buy it at all, "I stayed up all night to take care of you, I want to be paid, and I want to hear stories."

"It's just not. I'm a poor mixed-race Slytherin, and I'm chased and beaten by the four of Potter and the others every day. How happy do you think my school life will be?"

"It can't be that there are no interesting things at all." Marciana didn't let him go, "That's fine, tell me some interesting things about Lily!"

When these words came out, both of them were taken aback.The pleasant atmosphere just now cooled down suddenly, and Marciana had no choice but to silently pick up the coffee to cover up her embarrassment, but even the hot coffee seemed to have become lukewarm and tasteless.

She regretted it very much-what happened to me?Didn't sleep all night, even the brain became stupid?She didn't know why she thought of Lily just now, why she couldn't restrain her desire to ask.

Marciana desperately thought about how to change the subject, looked up, but found Snape in a daze.

Snape was in a rare situation where he didn't know how to respond.He didn't dare to mention it for so many years, and he didn't even dare to think of this person. His memory was like a spring that had been blocked for more than ten years, and it had long been covered with moss and weeds.

What can he say about Lily?

"Lily, she... She is very talented, has a sense of justice, and is very charming..." He opened his mouth, trying to describe Lily in his memory, but only such empty and dry words appeared in his mind.He looked at the witch on the opposite side who wanted to disappear behind the coffee cup, and knew that this was not what she was interested in.

But what did he remember about Lily?

In his memory, Lily radiated a light close to divinity.She had everything he expected but didn't have—beauty, charm, passion, purity, justice, and kindness—and at some point, she changed from a living friend to a projection of his ideal.But my first friend, my best friend, what was she like?

"Lily, she...she eats carrots almost every day." He said suddenly.

"What?" Marciana was stunned, even forgot about regret, and raised her face.

"Carrots, the kind cut into thin strips the size of your fingers." Snape scratched and laughed, "She actually hates that—she hates all vegetables."

Marciana also laughed, "Really? Then why does she still eat?"

"She's superstitious that carrots can make her hair bright and shiny. I don't know where she heard this nonsense—maybe her sister made it up to trick her." He shook his head, "Lily hates being called her "Ginger", but if someone calls her "carrot", she will pretend to be unhappy, but she will be complacent."

"You're still calling the Weasleys 'Ginger' behind their backs!" Marciana couldn't help protesting loudly.

"Yeah. Can't you?" Snape was not ashamed. "Do you know how I found out that she was a picky eater?"

Marciana was successfully distracted and asked, "What?"

"The summer I first met her, she invited me over to play. We would watch TV and eat snacks. Lily's parents would always give their sisters a big plate of carrot and celery sticks. Lily would eat the carrots while complaining. , and then push all the celery to me—it’s so unpalatable.”

"Television!" Marciana said enviously, "I didn't have this at home when I was a child... What programs do you all watch?"

Snape's face contorted: "Do you have to ask me this question?" He rubbed the center of his brows, "My God... Listen, this is Lily's favorite, I don't like this kind of thing at all! A soap opera about an American man who pretends to be a woman and goes to London to work as a model in order to court an actress... Please stop laughing, Martha.” He looked helplessly at the witch who was twitching from laughing, “I only had Nine years old, and I desperately need a friend."

"Well, I'm satisfied." Marciana sat up and wiped away her tears. "This story is great, but I should go too. Poor Albus is over 100 years old and has been working all night. I'm going to give He helps—tell him you're awake anyway."

After Marciana left, Snape was still wondering about her laugh.

What a queer she is, he thought. Is it that funny?He seldom made a person laugh out loud, and Lily's bad jokes to him in childhood were at most just to cheer him up and smile.Is it a difference in personality?Has Lily ever laughed like this?

It seems that there are also.

Lily would laugh out loud at James Potter.Even when she thought Potter was an egomaniac, she couldn't help laughing at some of his amusing actions.Although Lily would hide her smile when Potter looked over, gave him a hard look, and called him grandstanding.

Snape sighed lowly.It's not that he doesn't understand many things, it's just that he deliberately turns a blind eye to them.

He originally thought that he would be overwhelmed by pain and resentment as before, but at this moment, there was more sadness in his heart.The halo on the red-haired girl in memory gradually faded, she turned her head and gave him a playful smile.He felt fresh blood trickling from a large festering gash in his chest—a wound that couldn't heal, probably never could, but at least something of the poisonous decay had come off.

He sat up in bed and realized that Marciana hadn't taken the record player with her.He walked over and found the owner's name written in golden italics in the corner of the player.He ran his thumb over the letters: Marciana.

Such a murderous name has a mild pronunciation.

The author has something to say: The professors described by the author are so miserable that they are so miserable!That's right, he's out of his mind! (top the lid and run away

Huh, it's finally finished!But today there is only this update :P

1.BGM=黑暗之魂3的secretbetrayal+PianoConcertoNo.21inCMajorK.467:II.Andante+黑暗之魂3的Epilogue

2. The second Mozart played by Martha is PianoConcertoNo.21inCMajorK.467:II.Andante

3. The killing spirit is heavy because of meaning. Marciana, dedicatedtoMars, war-like, means dedicated to the god of war Mars (that is, Mars), war.

Although the name Marciana is long and awkward, it does have a reason.Firstly, I think its meaning is in line with Martha's fate; secondly, it is indeed a girl's name that is used in Italian-speaking regions, which is suitable for the setting that her father is Italian; Severus had chosen the name.

Come, move a Mazar and listen to the author's popular science.

Rowling gave many people in Slytherin the names of the consuls of the Roman Empire - such as Lucius, Severus, Marcus Flint, Anton Nin Dolokhov (Antonine), and later Credence in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, was originally named Aurelius Dumbledore (Aurelius).

I think it is because she has studied Latin.I tried to follow her approach, for example, Titus Rolle's name was Titus (the name in the Bible is translated as Titus), a name from the Roman Empire.

During the Roman Empire, there were several consuls named Antonin or Lucius, and there were several Severus, the most famous and considered the most capable (I think) was Septimius Severus. His first His wife, before he became a consul, was named Paccia Marciana——Paccia Marciana.

Apart from the author's selfishness, Martha's character and motivation bear the imprint of the First Wizarding War, so "Dedicated to the God of War Mars" I think is a very suitable name for her.

4. Carrot and ginger: both carrot (carrot) and ginger (ginger) are nicknames for red-haired people in English, and ginger is especially commonly used.