I'm playing a big knife at HP

At breakfast that day, Marciana was keenly aware that there were many fewer students at the Gryffindor table - specifically, Harry and the Weasley children were gone.She looked at Mag inquiringly, and Mag gave her a look that I will talk about later.

After breakfast, McGonagall took her and Snape aside and told them that Mr. Weasley was attacked at the Ministry of Magic last night, and the Weasley children and Harry were sent to Grimmauld Place NO overnight .12, and is now about to accompany Arthur at St. Mungo's.Marciana knew from her expression that she hadn't told her everything, but she didn't ask the truth either, just asking if Arthur was out of danger.After getting an affirmative answer, Marciana said: "The semester is over tomorrow, let's visit Arthur."

McGonagall readily agreed. Marciana thought that Snape would shirk, but after he heard that Arthur was bitten by a snake, he actually agreed.In this way, the three members of the Order of the Phoenix who stayed at Hogwarts went to St. Mungo's to visit their wounded comrades together on the first day of the Christmas holiday.

St. Mungo's is such a lively place, especially in the stairwells.

Those who have never been to St. Mungo's will find this strange, but those who have entered the stairwell will know that the walls are covered with portraits of therapists, and those lonely therapists are dying. Forget your old self, once you see a living person, you have to go all out to see a doctor for them, paste one face after another on the canvas, yelling at them to stick out their tongues, open their eyes wide, from their complexion to walking posture, I can't wait to diagnose seven or eight terminal illnesses in one go.

Marciana had always felt that the portraits were crammed into stairwells that were not visited because they were too loud.

As soon as the three of them entered the stairwell, they received a warm welcome - especially Snape.

"...My lord, your complexion is burnt yellow, which is a symptom of excessive anger and excess bile..." A therapist pushed away the person in the portrait, and shouted after Snape.

"Shut up," Snape said grimly.

"...In addition, your Yintang is dark, and you describe it as thin. You can see that your spleen and stomach are not in harmony, and your heart is too hot. If you don't treat it, you may be in danger of sudden death in middle age..."

"I said shut up!"

The therapist held on to the crooked turban and chased after him: "To cure this disease, the only way to treat this disease is to take 48 silver needles and pierce it into the skull, and then drink a cup of boiling soup when the sun is about to rise and yin and yang are in harmony... "

Snape drew out his wand, a flash of red light left a scorched black mark on the frame, and all the portraits screamed and ran away.

"If you don't shut up, the next one will hit you in the face, and let you know what it means to have a blackened Yintang."

The bearded therapist turned pale with shock, but after he recovered from his trembling, he quickly found a new partner: "...Miss, your facial muscles are twitching. body, I fear facial paralysis soon..."

Snape gave Marciana a sideways look, "Laugh if you want."

His two female colleagues were originally extremely strong and straight-faced. Hearing what he said, first Marciana couldn't hold back a burst of laughter, and then Mag couldn't hold back anymore, and the two laughed together.Mag propped himself against the wall, laughed for a while, and then laughed for a while and then took a rest.Marciana simply grabbed Snape and laughed so hard that she couldn't stand it: "... Yin... Yintang is black... What a genius doctor... My heart is too hot... Hiccup hahaha..."

Snape's face became more and more ugly. Although the portrait of the therapist on the side didn't dare to speak loudly, he had already judged his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys in whispers. If someone heard their diagnosis from beginning to end, they would definitely think that The patients they described were able to walk upright and did not collapse on the spot, which can be called a medical miracle.

Seeing Snape's unkind expression, Marciana laughed and put one hand on his shoulder: "It's okay, I'm still suffering from wind evil." The black-robed wizard angrily brushed her hands off her shoulders.She took his arm again, and said with a smile: "Oh, oh, oh, I knew that the therapist was talking nonsense - not only your face is black, but your whole face is also black."

Snape tried to pull her hand down: "I see that your face has turned black. This is a symptom of a mental illness. I'm afraid you will be beaten to death soon."

"What are you afraid of with a dark face, we like you just the same."

"……let go."

"Oh."

Molly and Tonks were there when they arrived at Arthur's ward.Snape said hello to Arthur Weasley and left the ward to talk to his therapist.Arthur was in good spirits, and Molly said gratefully to Professor McGonagall: "...I heard that you informed Dumbledore last night, thanks to you and Harry, otherwise Arthur would be in danger..."

Marciana asked, "Why are you still related to Harry?"

Tonks said briskly, "It's really amazing. Harry had a nightmare last night, dreaming that Voldemort ordered his snake to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic and attack our people. Generally speaking, nightmares are nightmares, but Harry's dream was really more than just a dream. Fortunately, he alerted Minerva immediately. When Arthur was found, he was bleeding all over the floor. It might be too late in a minute. Harry didn't know that he rescued Arthur. Who was there? I heard that Arthur was under attack, but I was terrified. It’s hard for Dumbledore to react quickly, most people probably wouldn’t make a rescue plan based on a dream.”

"It's not a coincidence," Molly shook her head. "I think Dumbledore had a premonition. He seems to have been waiting for Harry to have such a dream..."

McGonagall nodded: "Yes, Albus told me to pay attention to Harry's dreams and hallucinations."

It's very unusual... this kind of link, the link of the mind is very unusual...Harry now has the same blood as Voldemort, but the blood can't do that...what's the relationship between the two?What is Albus hiding?What is more secret than our destruction of Horcruxes, which even I can't know?

Mind link.Marciana felt like she had a second piece of the puzzle.

Over there Meg and Molly were already talking about their Christmas arrangements.

"You should not stay in school this year, Martha?" Mag asked.

"Ah? My words..." Marciana recalled the Hogwarts Christmas ball last year, she couldn't help but lose her mind, hesitated for a while, and said, "I will follow him as Alastor arranges."

"How about staying with us in Grimmauld Place if you want?" Molly smiled. "Our family, Harry, Sirius, Lupine, Mundungus, plus you and Ala Stowe, it's very lively." She lowered her head and stroked Arthur's hair affectionately, "It's just that I'm sorry that you are alone in the hospital, and I feel sad when I think about it. My children and I will accompany you at Christmas."

Arthur looked at his wife with a smile, "You and the children can live happily. I have food, drink and someone to take care of me here. There's nothing wrong with it."

The two murmured, held hands and talked about trivial matters, immersing themselves in their own world from time to time.

McGonagall sighed with a bit of nostalgia, and Tonks said to Marciana with some envy: "They are really nice, aren't they?"

"Yeah." She sighed.

Marciana rarely felt sorry for herself, but seeing such a good couple at this time, even she couldn't help feeling envious: Even if one of the couple is middle-aged and bald, and the other is getting wider, it is still impressive. I feel warm and amiable.

Don't be envious, she lowered her head and thought, those who can't be envious, not everyone has such a fate, it is not easy to find someone who loves each other, and it is not easy to be together, it is difficult to be together, it takes a long time like Molly and Arthur For a long time, the one who still puts each other first after many years is even more rare.

I... probably don't have such a life.

She was lowering her eyes and thinking wildly, when an exceptionally deep male voice sounded behind her: "Are you alright?"

She was startled, and the sadness of that idea, which had never been seen in a century, was frightened away, leaving her belly dumbfounded.She turned her head and stared at Snape, who was standing upright like a ghost behind her back. The other party rolled his eyes for no reason, and stared back with a frown: What are you doing?

Marciana glanced at Molly, then turned back and continued to stare at him: Do you know that you interrupt others?Did you wink?

Snape rolled his eyes: They talk every day, how can there be so many words? !

Marciana squinted: Dare you be patient? !Who visits the sick like this?Say hello and leave?

Snape pursed his lips, and leaned against the door with his hands crossed over his chest: "Okay, let's talk."After the chat, call me—then he began to open his eyes and entered a state of thinking about academic issues.

Marciana gave him a disgusted look: she could now tell the difference between Snape's daily vacant eyes when he was thinking about academic issues, using Occlumency, and simply being in a daze.

Look at this man, she thought, how could such a man be?

How do I like it, is it such a person?

No matter how dull she was, after Marciana drank Veritaserum and accidentally blurted out that she had someone she liked, she had to admit that she felt a little different about him in her heart.To be honest, she didn't take it seriously - it's just that she likes someone a little bit, and it's not a big deal.

Snape has a lot of faults, and there are more things than faults. Maybe he likes it and likes it, but one day he automatically doesn't like it, right?What's more, like this kind of fragile and delicate emotion, without a little encouragement and response, it is easy to wither and die.And he is determined not to have any response, so... so sooner or later it will become indifferent, won't it?

Nothing to care about, nothing to be sad about, right?

Yes, it must be so.

The author has something to say: Today is also a double update, and the next chapter will be released in the afternoon~