I'm playing a big knife at HP

The author has something to say: Note:

1. Ananxi pays tribute to "American Gods", belonging to Neil Gaiman

2. Stupid author I like Ron so much!Ron's cute jokes are sharp!

August 1992

For most researchers, collecting literature is only a relatively easy and pleasant step in the lengthy research process, and the subsequent categorization, reading, information extraction and conclusion are the most difficult and boring work.Unfortunately, the same was true for Severus Snape and Marciana LaRosa.

Even if they need to trek for several days in the magic forest and fight a giant sandworm to complete the collection of documents, it is the same.

On the second day of his return to near Hogwarts, Snape came to Marciana's new office as promised.From this day to the beginning of school, they will sort out the classics and notes here, hoping to find out the records about the Horcrux.

Snape noticed with envy that Marciana's office was on the third floor, facing the delightful atrium, with a rather large window.Scotland is not too hot in August, but the sunshine keeps the office very warm.

Marciana didn't lock the door. From the crack of the door, he saw that she was wearing a loose linen white shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing a pair of slender forearms, bending over to carry a book.Seeing Snape's figure, she straightened up and waved to him happily, the hem of the shirt tucked into the black jodhpurs slid halfway out with the movement of raising her hand.

"You're here, thank God." She ushered him in, pointing to the stacks of books and notebooks on the floor, "We only have two weeks." She kicked off her soft-soled smoking shoes and walked barefoot to the carpet "This pile is all about black magic, we should start here." Snape couldn't help noticing how soft the carpet was, and Marciana's white bare feet sank deep into the carpet. As she checked the notebook, While unconsciously playing with the crimson wool with its tiny toes.

The two spent a whole morning picking up the classics about souls from the black magic books.By this time the sun had risen, and even Snape couldn't resist taking off his coat.Impatiently, Marciana grabbed her thick, dense black long hair with both hands, twisted it up with one hand, and stiffened it with a quill in the other, twisting it into a shape with this makeshift hairpin. A loose bun.When she raised her arms, the sunlight pierced through the linen shirt, faintly outlining the lines of her arms and body, but she lowered her face, unaware of it.

"Well, here," Marciana pointed to a notebook and moved it to Snape's side, "Look, here is the description of the conditions and possible side effects of making Horcruxes..." There was a very faint breath coming from her. The citrus scent, "... tsk tsk... I have to say it's crazy and unique..."

She turned the notebook to the end, pointed at the pages with her left finger, read the title of the book with her head down, stretched out her right hand, and the read books flew out of the pile of books and fell into her hands. "Casas's bibliographic indexing is very good, and he is indeed a scholar ahead of his time." She said with satisfaction, "I think these twenty or so books should be the most relevant. What do you think?"

Snape lowered his eyes and pushed a dozen books in front of him, "I'll read this pile. We'll meet tomorrow morning to discuss progress." As he spoke, he waved his wand and turned the book into the size of a matchbox, and stood up .

"Are you leaving?" Marciana sat on the carpet and looked up at him inexplicably, "You can use my desk if you want. If we work together, we can discuss at any time, it will be more efficient .”

With the movement of raising her head, her delicate collarbone was exposed a little under the collar of her shirt. Under the full sunlight, her pair of blue eyes were shockingly light in color.

"I'm more productive when I work alone. Besides, this room is too hot, and I prefer the coolness of the cellar." Snape put on his outer robe and put the book in his pocket.

"If it's a matter of temperature, I can cast a cooling spell." She suggested kindly.

"No. I'm used to working alone."

"Well, whatever you want." She jumped up and sent him to the door. "To discuss tomorrow."

Snape returned to the dungeon, which was cold even in August, and his robes and robes were well suited to the temperature.He put the stack of books on the desk, sat down, picked up one, pressed his hand on the cover, cleared away his distracting thoughts, and began to read.He read in gradually.Sure enough, he thought, the temperature in the cellar is more suitable for concentrated research.

A few days later, Snape and Marciana arrived at Dumbledore's office.

"...So, there are several kinds of poisons that can destroy Horcruxes. Let me see, the venom of Ananxi spider, the tears of Jiuying, the venom of the basilisk... It's hard to handle, we and the tribes in West Africa There has never been any friendship, and Jiuying has not been seen for 200 years..." Dumbledore read Marciana's summary.

"Look at the next line." She reminded intimately.

"...It can also be destroyed by powerful spells, such as devil's flame." Dumbledore raised his head, "Oh."

"Yes." Marciana nodded.

"Ah." Dumbledore seemed surprised, "This is easier than I thought."

"That's right. The soul fragments in the Horcrux can't actually escape. As long as the container is completely damaged, the soul fragments will perish. Such an evil creation is so fragile, really..." Marciana shook her head with a smile.

"I should have guessed it," Dumbledore nodded wisely. "In the magical world, the more powerful a creature is, the more obvious its weakness is. The giant sand worm is terrible, but water is its deadly poison; the basilisk The eyes, venom, and huge body are all murderous weapons, but they can be killed by the crowing of an ordinary rooster."

Marciana showed a convincing expression and nodded in agreement.Snape interrupted the two Gryffindors' philosophizing impatiently, "So just kill the snake. You don't need to use the devil's flame."

Marciana, who was roughly interrupted, looked at him dissatisfied.Snape squinted at Marciana, rolled his eyes indistinctly and stood up, "That's good. Unlike the headmaster and Professor Larosa who doesn't seem to be planning to prepare lessons, I still have work to do." Do. Farewell. Remember to save the snake's carcass for me, the skin, venom and gallbladder of the reticulated python are quite valuable."

Marciana turned her head in embarrassment, the sound of Snape's footsteps had disappeared down the stairs.

"I have prepared lessons well..." she whispered.

Dumbledore smiled and handed over a chocolate frog: "I have no doubts about your level."

"Thank you," she immediately tore it apart, and while biting off the frog's head, she looked down at the card in her hand, "Oh, it's Morgan Le Fay, I like her so much."

"How are you working with Severus? You seem to have improved on him?"

"Huh? Well..." Marciana held a small piece of chocolate in her mouth, and said after a while, "He's not bad."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "Did you hear me?"

"Of course."

"Then?"

Marciana lowered her head and chewed the chocolate, "I didn't expect...it's very good."

She looked up to see a mixture of relief and glee on Dumbledore's face.

"I'm happy, really happy. All these years, I'm the only one who trusts him completely... well, not even I don't have times when I doubt my own judgment..."

"I didn't say I trusted him," Marciana protested, then hesitated, "but I used the spell we invented, and I made him listen to my magic."

"Of course, you didn't say you trusted him, but you shared your secret with him." Dumbledore said teasingly, admiring Martha's flushed face from embarrassment with satisfaction. "Did he describe your magic to you?" There was rare kindness and gentleness in his voice.

Marciana's face turned even redder because of anger, "No! No! You have the nerve to ask!" She scratched her hair irritably, "It's like this for one or two! Uh!! Could it be that my magic is ridiculous or Is it a disgusting sound?"

Dumbledore laughed happily, his deep, infectious laughter seemed to come from the chest, and Marciana froze.

"Martha, you are fine too." The old man said kindly, "Alright, let's go back. School will start soon, and I believe the students will like you very much."

Snape didn't know whether the students liked Professor Larosa, but she undoubtedly aroused the children's attention and curiosity at the opening dinner.The senior students who entered the auditorium stared at the new professor, more than half of the boys - and even a few girls - with very stupid expressions on their faces, fascinated.Snape found several of the older Slytherin boys among them, and felt ashamed to be burdened by his stupid students.Marciana didn't seem to care about the eyes of the students at all, and she was serious about herself.She was wearing a silver-gray robe today, with pearl studs on her ears, and she tied her hair in a neat and smooth bun like Professor McGonagall, revealing her slender neck.Snape could see that she was trying to become a younger version of Professor McGonagall, but she was slender and delicate, lacking the self-possession that the head of Gryffindor had honed over decades, she was like a ballet dancer at best actor.

Marciana watched the students filing in a little nervously: to a professor, a group of teenagers was more terrifying than a group of transformed werewolves.For the latter, you can at least beat them cleanly, while for the former, you have to stroke and coax them.She sat up a little more quietly as Dumbledore entered the Great Hall, only to notice the strangely serious expression on the old Headmaster's face.Dumbledore walked straight to Snape, whispered something in his ear, and handed him a newspaper in his hand.Snape shook the newspaper and glanced at it, his face became extremely terrifying, he stood up with a bang, and walked away quickly, the black robe curled up behind him with a murderous look for a while.Marciana turned her head to look at his empty seat, a little curious in her heart, and even forgot to be nervous.

Snape missed the sorting ceremony, and Marciana secretly kept the first-year students and the house in mind, while guessing what made Dumbledore send Snape away at this time.Before she could come to any conclusion, Snape came back again. He walked towards her, his dark eyes paused on her for a moment, he bent down and whispered to Professor McGonagall who was sitting on her left: "...I found it, Please come to the cellar with me." Mag looked a little surprised, but didn't say much, stood up and followed him.After the two deans disappeared, Dumbledore also stood up.At this time, the students also noticed the absence of the two deans, and began to whisper to each other. Many students frequently looked at the long table of Gryffindor.Dumbledore walked up to Marciana, smiled and said, "Martha, do you want to take a walk with me? I guess you might want to meet Harry Potter." Marciana swept Glancing at the Gryffindor table, took a sip of water, stamped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, stood up obediently, and followed him out of the auditorium.

"I guess Mr. Potter got into some trouble?" Marciana asked in a low voice as she walked.

"He and his friends didn't get on the Hogwarts Express. They flew to Hogwarts in a car and were seen by Muggles. There was an evening special in the Daily Prophet, which reported it. said Dumbledore succinctly.

"Wow." Marciana didn't know how to answer the question for a while, so she could only say dryly, "It turns out that the Daily Prophet can occasionally be surprisingly efficient."

Dumbledore didn't speak, and Marciana sensitively noticed that the old headmaster was in a bad mood now, and the expression on his face was not so much anger, but disappointment and worry.

They came to Snape's office door, and Snape opened the door for them. Although he hadn't eaten dinner, he had a more satisfied expression on his face than after a good meal.When he saw the young witch following the old wizard, he was stunned, and the smug smile on his face faded, "Why are you here?" Marciana's blue eyes smiled at him, and then lowered her eyes again. , walked past him.

She recognized Harry right away. The child looked very similar to James, but his eyes were exactly the same as Lily's.The boy next to him was half a head taller than him, with red hair, freckles all over his face, and long hands and feet.Harry had a large swollen bump on his forehead, and the red-haired boy had a gash on his face that was still bleeding and was clutching a broken wand.The two children looked at Dumbledore, pale with fright.

Dumbledore looked very serious, "Please explain why you did this."

With his head down, eyes fixed on the floor, Harry stammered that they couldn't make it past the platform at Nine and Three-quarters Station, and in a hurry drove the car to keep up with the Hogwarts Express, the car's invisible boost The engine failed, and eventually the engine died again and hit the Whomping Willow.

"That precious Whomping Willow has been badly damaged," said Snape with pompous disapproval.

"That tree is more harmful to us than—" the red-haired boy with blood on his face protested, and nervously swallowed the second half of the sentence under the dead stares of several professors.

Marciana couldn't help smiling.

"Let's go and pack up." The red-haired boy had a sad face, thinking he had been fired.Marciana couldn't help noticing that Harry had a look of desperation that didn't match his age.If the red-haired boy's desperation was more like "my mother will break my leg when it's over", then Harry looked as if the world had fallen, and the expression on his face was as if a drowning man had just He was rescued and thrown back into the sea without mercy.

Not quite what I imagined, she thought. At first hearing the news, I thought this was a willful child who was spoiled and acted recklessly, but this expression is not the expression of a child who is spoiled, this is a child who is used to it. Punishment, the expression of a child accustomed to disappointment.

At this time Dumbledore had already given them a sentence, "...I will write to your family tonight. I must also warn you that if you do it again, I will have to expel you."

Snape cleared his throat and said in a tone, "Professor Dumbledore, these two students are ignoring the "Reasonable Restraining of Underage Wizards Act"... of course behavior of this nature..."

Marciana lowered her head and tried her best to flatten the corners of her mouth: look at this acting, look at this tacit understanding.I can guarantee that he and Dumbledore have played with each other countless times.

At this time, Dumbledore had finished the scene with Snape, and he was pulling Head Slytherin and Marciana back to the dinner party. He suddenly stopped, turned around and faced the two students, "Yes, Since you may miss the next announcement, this is Professor Marciana LaRosa, and she will teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts."

The two children, finally relaxed, noticed Marciana, who smiled and nodded at them, and the two little boys blushed.Snape let out a loud snort, and the children immediately paled and lowered their heads in fright.

The three walked towards the Great Hall, and Dumbledore asked Marciana in a low voice, "What do you think?"

"Although their entry is a bit unusual...but I like these two children." Marciana replied with a smile.

Snape shot her a malicious stare.

"Harry is indeed a special child," said Dumbledore quietly.

"Well, that's right...and the red-haired kid."

Snape looked like she had just swallowed something disgusting in front of him.

Dumbledore shot her a surprised look. "Ah, Ron, Ron Weasley. He's a good friend of Harry's."

"Don't look at me like that," she smiled at Snape, "even you can't deny he's funny."

The expression on Snape's face twisted. "I'm not going to try to understand your Gryffindor sense of humor. I hope you'll keep this blind affection after you've taught them your first lesson."