I'm playing a big knife at HP

Thanks to Voldemort's rebirth, this year's summer vacation was very eventful.

Regardless of how the families of the Hogwarts students faced Dumbledore's announcement on the last day of the semester, how the Ministry of Magic spared no effort to discredit Dumbledore and Harry, and how foreign media speculated endlessly, for Marcia For Na, the most important thing is the reorganization of the Order of the Phoenix.

Back then when she followed Moody to the first generation of the Order of the Phoenix, her main task was to write summer homework, and now she is considered a backbone.Although in the eyes of the old members, she is still the girl with a schoolbag, but with the Weasley boys and Nymphadora Tonks who are a few years younger than her, she is not the most tender. of.

Lupine and Sirius, the raw melon eggs back then, are now sitting on the throne of the predecessors.Lupine introduced a lot of events about the Order of the Phoenix to the newcomers, and the eyes of all the younger generations were brightened - especially Tonks.

Oh, of course, and Severus Snape.

Snape's ghostly withdrawn personality was brought into full play in the Order of the Phoenix.Not only people like Sirius and Lupine who have old grudges with him hate him—his first appearance at NO. Arthur who is the gentlest, Molly who is warm and tolerant to everyone like a mother, and Tonks who is carefree are no exception.

Conscience of heaven and earth, he appeared for a total of 93 minutes, and 87 of them were in meetings to talk about business.

Marciana always thought that Snape was a top-notch Occlumency master, a top-notch black magic expert, and a top-notch potion master, but now it seems that his ability to offend people is more than Occlumency.

When she was not familiar with Snape before, she also wondered how such a smart person could be so annoying - Snape's ability to deduce people's hearts, if not as good as his Occlumency, was not far behind.Generally speaking, it is very easy to see what other people are like, and it is really easy to please them: what they like, you cater to them; If you should shut up, just shut up, and you can't offend people very much.

After fully realizing Snape's true nature, Marciana understood a truth - people who are liked are always alike, but people who are hated are all hated in their own way.

Take Snape for example, it's not that he can't understand how to make others like him more, but it's better to stab him if he wants to follow other people's wishes.The Dark Lord knows how to manipulate and use others after seeing people's hearts. No, Snape, he can instinctively find the most painful foot of others, step on it accurately, and beat him to death without moving.

How should I put it, if he was born at the right time and place, for example, in the Wei and Jin Dynasties of the ancient oriental country, maybe someone would call him a prostitute.Or he could be cast into a very rich and powerful womb, and others would naturally beautify this as a harmless eccentricity.And again, if he's extraordinarily handsome (at least like Sirius), people can always put up with his temperament for the sake of beauty.It's a pity that Snape was none of the above, so he just ended up being annoying.

Fortunately, he doesn't attack indiscriminately, but if he just happens to dislike you, he can kill you ten years of life.

At present, he seems to dislike all members of the Order of the Phoenix.

There are many reasons why Snape disliked members of the Order of the Phoenix, but today his reasons are obvious—the Order of the Phoenix wants to take Harry from his aunt's house to No. 12, Grimmauld Place, in order to pick up the child. , A total of nine members of the Order of the Phoenix went, including three Aurors.This lineup is enough to fight against the main Death Eaters.

Marciana could have gone or not, but after hearing that Moody, Kingsley, and Tonks had all gone, she waved her hand and said that there were enough people, so she didn't want to join in the fun and stayed.Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Hermione, and the Weasley children were all there at the time, but the side room where Snape stayed was deserted—no one thought to be uncomfortable in his presence—except Marciana.

She strolled over to sit next to Snape, "Hey, it's quite early, the meeting won't start until a while later."

Kreacher brought tea, Marciana poured a cup for Snape, he picked it up and smelled it: "What is this?"

"Earl Gray, with lemongrass and orange blossom - don't you think it goes well with the scent of bergamot? Oh, and try my almond and orange shortbread, it's only good with Earl Gray."

Snape raised his eyebrows. He saw that she handed a large box to Ron when she first arrived, and several teenagers and girls cheered and shared the food. Unexpectedly, she left a plate behind.He took a sip and found that the combination of the orange aroma and the several citrus aromas in the Earl Gray tea is indeed a perfect match.

He felt better, "Why didn't you pick up Potter?"

"It's quite a few of me. With their configuration, even if they encounter Fu—the mysterious man himself, they may not be unable to escape."

Snape snorted coldly, "Treat that kid like a royal family, he's already self-righteous enough, and he's still pampering him."

"Harry should be more expensive than the royal family." Marciana looked at him with a smile. "After all, no one expects the British royal family to fight the big devil. The royal family doesn't have to risk their lives. Muggles are willing to pay for it for a year." Millions of people are anointed, what happened to the few of us who came to pick up Prince Harry from the wizarding world? If the real Prince Harry can defeat the mysterious man, I will personally make offerings to him."

Snape laughed at her pervertedness, "And you also regard Potter as a savior?"

"Why, you don't believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it, what nonsense, if I believe it, what are you and I doing sitting here now? I'm in charge of leading that kid to the Dark Lord and it's over."

Marciana neither believed nor disbelieved, she changed the subject with a smile, "Speaking of the Dark Lord, it's thanks to Wormtail that he came back this time—he's a big celebrity now, right? The previous two meetings with the Death Eaters I have never met him. It is said that such a short man is easy to recognize."

Snape snorted contemptuously, "You guessed it wrong, no one thinks highly of Wormtail, even Death Eaters don't like this kind of spineless, despicable villain. The reason why he never appears is not because he is in the The Dark Lord was embarrassed in front of the Dark Lord, but because he didn't dare, and he didn't have the slightest fighting power. Wormtail stabbing a knife in the back is okay, and dueling face to face, huh, I guess even Potter's half bucket of water can bring him down. Even in the past For the Order of the Phoenix, he is only responsible for some tasks of transmitting information."

"That's it. Well, what do you think he's trying to do... But no matter how much the mysterious person looks down on him, he should be rewarded for his great achievements."

"He was rewarded, and the Dark Lord gave him a magic hand."

"Oh! I heard Harry say that it seems to be very strong? But isn't that normal?"

"It's not so big, at least it can crush metal and rocks with bare hands. The Dark Lord is really caring. No matter how loose Wormtail's magic is, it can be regarded as self-protection now."

Marciana said thoughtfully, "I don't think he has no missions. His Animagus form is so hidden, it's still very useful for running errands."

"Maybe. But I don't think it's very likely. I heard that he always stays at the Death Eaters' stronghold, and the Dark Lord doesn't trust him at all. I suspect that his magic hand has the function of monitoring and tracking." Snape grimly Said, "I have not forgotten what the coward has done. Just wait, I have plenty of ways to deal with him."

"That's kind." Marciana echoed absent-mindedly.

At this time, there were footsteps and door opening in the hall, and Molly's warm and enthusiastic voice and Dumbledore's old voice faintly sounded.Sure enough, not long after, Dumbledore and Sirius walked into the side hall together.

"Severus, Martha, you are already here!" Dumbledore said happily, "Most people haven't come back yet, we might as well go to the conference room and wait."

"Okay! Butter shortbread, do you want to eat?"

Dumbledore happily took a piece, "Great, to tell you the truth, I'm a little hungry, and dinner won't start so soon."

Sirius was glaring at Snape with a sullen face. Hearing what Dumbledore said, he reached out and took a piece of shortbread as well.Snape's face became ugly visibly, Sirius reached out and took the last biscuit from the plate, stuffed it into his mouth and began to chew exaggeratedly.

Snape looked desperate to put the poison in Cecilia's mouth too.

Marciana looked at Dumbledore and asked with her eyes: Have these two always been like this?

Dumbledore sighed heavily - teams are always hard to lead.

The nine people who had gone to fetch Harry came back in a short time.At this meeting, Snape brought a copy of the floor plan and defense map of Voldemort's base camp that he wrote down.Marciana looked at it very seriously and asked a lot of questions, including how many people were on patrol on the day of the week and whoever it was.

Sirius teased her, "Martha, you asked in such detail that someone could plan to break in and assassinate Voldemort because of you."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Marciana studied the blueprint without raising her head, "Listen to what Severus said, even when the base camp is on a mission—such as the attack next week—the There will be at least a dozen elite Death Eaters... I'm going to carry Voldemort and a dozen capable Dark wizards alone?"

"Besides, through the summoning of the Dark Mark, almost all Death Eaters can arrive within a minute, and you will face dozens of people by then." Snape sneered, "Black, if you can't say anything wrong If you are stupid, I advise you to shut up."

Sirius was stupefied, and was held down by Lupine.

It was completely dark when the meeting ended, and everyone was hungry.Marciana packed up the drawings and notes in the meeting room—in fact, the big dining room—and everyone went out in a noisy manner.Dumbledore, as if avoiding something, was the first to leave: lightning fast by Dumbledore's standards.Snape never stayed in Grimmauld Place for dinner, but he always lingered for a while before leaving.

As for Marciana—as usual, she rolled up her sleeves and went to Molly, "Thank you, I'm here to help."

"Thank you Martha, make some sauce for me," Molly said gratefully. "You can beat five of my stinky boys. The boys just piss me off and can't help at all. Of course , dear, you are the exception, you are the best." She turned around and kissed Arthur who was using the magic spell to direct the knife to cut meat and vegetables.

"I'll come too! I'll help too!" Tonks ran over enthusiastically, "Is there anything I can do?"

Molly hesitated, glanced at Marciana, and said with lingering fear, "Uh——no, it's okay, Tonks, you can take a break too, you've done a lot today."

"No, no, I want to help you!" said Tonks cheerfully, tripping over a chair.

Marciana snapped her fingers before the chair touched the floor, and the chair stood up by itself.She gave Molly a reassuring look, and said, "Molly, don't you still have to peel potatoes?"

"Oh - well - Tonks, can you use the Peeling Charm?"

"Yes, yes!" Tonks nodded vigorously, reaching out to fetch potatoes, but accidentally knocked over a large bottle of olive oil on the stove.

Before Molly could scream, Marciana, who had been prepared for a long time, waved her magic wand, and the olive oil bottle stood up, and the spilled oil returned to the bottle by itself, and the bottle was automatically and consciously moved away from dangerous heat sources and stoves. The stage was far away from the most dangerous Tonks.

Tonks didn't notice the trouble he caused at all, and happily picked up the potatoes, "Is that all? I can peel a little more."

Marciana came over and said with a smile, "Peeling potatoes is a very delicate job, take your time, remember to pick out the sprouted parts, and put the peeled ones in this basin filled with water."

As she spoke, she ruthlessly pressed Tonks firmly on the chair.

Tonks listened carefully, nodding like pecking rice.Seeing that Tonks sat down securely and didn't overturn anything, Molly felt a little relieved, and went back to stirring her stew.

Snape watched Marciana coax Tonks into submission from a distance at the door, and felt that she was quite like a big sister who worked hard to discipline her younger sister.Marciana finally settled Tonks, turned around and directed a sharp knife with her wand to slice two shallots and a handful of mushrooms into thin slices, while placing a pan on the stove with her left hand, her palm hanging flat on the On top of the pot—he knew she was judging how hot the pot was.After a while, she added sliced ​​shallots and mushrooms, stirring continuously with her left hand, while grabbing bottles of spices or sauces with her right hand, adding more or less.She didn't use a measuring spoon, but she had a steady wrist and clearly knew she wouldn't add a single drop.

Snape thought to himself that he could do the same when making potions, but this was due to more than ten years of experience - it seemed that the witch's talent for potions was finally used in cooking.

When the shallots gave off the sweet aroma of caramelization, Marciana turned up the heat, took a bottle of cognac and poured it into the bottom of the pot while it was heating up, then snapped her fingers with her left hand, A flame immediately ignited the spirits, and the alcohol burned, and a seductive aroma immediately filled the entire kitchen, and even Mundungus, who was napping by the side, couldn't help shouting, "What are you doing? It smells so good! "

Only then did Snape realize that he was surrounded by members of the Order of the Phoenix waiting for dinner, and Mundungus asked salivatingly, "What's the sauce for?"

"With beef." Marciana looked at them with a smile, "Molly made the best sausage stewed lentils, first drink a warm bowl of appetizers, have some strong beef, and then use Arthur's best The roasted mixed vegetables in my hand are good at relieving the tiredness, so it is very comfortable to eat." As she spoke, she began to help Tonks clean up the potato skins that were scattered everywhere.

Before this summer, Snape had never seen Marciana cook, but he found that there was an inexplicable magic in the process of her cooking.Seeing her dexterously chopping vegetables, carefully distinguishing the changes in the smell and color of food during cooking, and adjusting the heat in a timely and subtle manner, it is really like another potion master making a potion that can make people feel happy.

So he always stayed a little longer to watch her work intently and happily with Molly in the kitchen.He hadn't seen this kind of fireworks in 20 years since his mother passed away.He has long forgotten how this warm, busy, worldly aroma made him feel sincerely happy when he was young.

Still, he never stayed for dinner.

After all, no matter how tempting the food is, it can't offset the nausea caused by eating at the same table with someone who hates it--Blake is a bad host to him, so why isn't he a bad guest to Blake?Marciana made such a good meal with such enthusiasm and brought it to a tense dinner table. According to her words, I am really "sorry about the food".

He remembered her serious look when she said this, smiled, and found that Ron was squeezed next to him, so he gave him a hard look, turned around and was about to leave.

Snape pushed his way through a group of hungry Order members with stretched necks, brushed off their robes, and headed for the door.Before he was about to open the door, he was suddenly stopped.He turned his head and found Marciana running over in a hurry, she looked up at him, "Aren't you going to stay today?"

"No."

"Then... this is for you." She handed over a paper box, "I made it myself. Every time you don't keep it, you are the only one who never appreciates the food we have worked so hard to make."

He took it, raising his eyebrows slightly.Marciana looked a little embarrassed, "Just kidding, I don't mean you have to taste it. If it doesn't suit your taste, forget it."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left quickly.

Snape Apparated back to Spider's End.He walked past battered, boarded-up windows, past rubbish on the cobblestones, and beside the polluted creek.He walked to the house at the end, lifted the protective spell with a wave of his wand, opened the door and walked in.He put the carton in his pocket on the table and opened it. Inside was a glass cup the size of a girl's fist. Inside, light brown finger cakes and milky white cream overlapped into beautiful patterns layer by layer. A dusting of cocoa powder and crumbs of dark chocolate.It is tiramisu, which is exactly the weight of one person.

It's dessert.

He closed the lid, opened the refrigerator, and took out a few lettuce leaves that had lost moisture, a few slices of cold cut beef and a slice of cheese, and took two bags of toast from the cabinet.He put the bread on the plate, intending to put lettuce on it, but suddenly stopped.

He thought of the way Marciana smiled and said that the sauce should be served with beef, and suddenly wondered, what would she say if she were here?It would probably be said to control the heat, bake the bread until it is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, the cheese is slightly melted, and the other piece is buttered enough to be slightly browned.She'd probably add all sorts of weird herbs or spices that tasted wonderful together.He opened the refrigerator and found that the only condiment was yellow mustard—it seems that it can be paired with beef, right?He turned the bottle over and saw that it was past the expiration date, but had he put a Preserving Charm on it?Forget it, don't remember - he just tossed the yellow mustard in the bin.

He turned on the stove, put a pan on it, put cheese on one piece of bread, spread a lot of butter on the other piece, thought about it and put beef slices on it, and put it in the pan—it should have done that, right? ?He's not sure.

As a potion master, at least controlling the fire was a piece of cake for Snape.In time, he removed the slices of bread, put slices of lettuce between them, and put them on a plate.This simple beef sandwich looks browned on the surface, and the half-melted cheese flows onto the beef. It sells more than ten times better than the usual cold sandwiches.He took out a knife and cut the sandwich in half diagonally, the blade cracking with a crisp sound as it cut into the bread.

He sat down at the dining table, took a bite, and felt that he still had a talent for cooking.

On second thought, people are really funny: I just decided to warm up the bread a little bit, but once the bread is baked, I don't think it's good to not warm up the beef.When the sandwich is done to perfection, it feels like I'm doing it a disservice if I don't cut it into nice two corners.After cutting the sandwich, I felt that I couldn't just stand in front of the cooking counter and swallow it like usual. I had to put it on a plate and bring it to the table to eat it in a serious manner.

This is the bad influence of Marciana LaRosa. If this continues, in less than two months, I am afraid that he will become a sissy who has to listen to classical music to eat... No, he will not die To be something like Lucius Malfoy.He thought, smiled and shook his head again.

After dinner, he took a small spoon and took a bite of tiramisu.Of course it is delicious.From the finger cake soaked in coffee liquor, to the rich and smooth cheese cream, from the sweetness to the balance of coffee and wine, there is nothing that does not suit his taste.

Something as bitter as coffee and choking as wine can be seamlessly blended into the sweetness of cream.Incredible.But since a pair of hands holding a sword and killing people can also build a snowman, or gently caress a person's forehead, or cook a delicious meal, then it is probably not so incredible.

He was sitting under the warm yellow light in the kitchen. In the whole No. 19 Spider's End Lane, only this corner has a trace of vitality.His entire house was deserted and desolate, and the outside of the house was even more dilapidated. He was a little lost in thought.Next week marks the first big collision between the Order of the Phoenix and the Dark Lord in this generation.The Death Eaters would form teams to ambush some low-level Ministry of Magic staff, with the aim of controlling them with the Imperius Curse.But he knew that the Dark Lord didn't care about these small fish and shrimps. He was planning something more important... There are too few people under his command now.

Will there be casualties?He didn't know, but Martha would probably be all right.

She will be fine.

The author has something to say: Tonks’ attribute of indiscriminately attacking the surrounding environment should be regarded as a weapon of causality, right?