I'm playing a big knife at HP

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Sirius was overjoyed that the Weasleys and the Order were spending Christmas in Grimmauld Place - almost overjoyed.He bustled around decorating the house, singing Christmas carols, bragging to Lupine about how thrilling he had been on several recent missions for Dumbledore, ordering Kreacher to give him this and that, driving Hermione half dead.

"Come on, more exercise is good for Kreacher's health, isn't it old buddy?" Sirius said with a wink.

Kreacher said naggingly: "Master, why can't you finish the order at once, but Kreacher is willing to oblige. The Master may really be a fool, Kreacher can apparate, no need to exercise..."

Marciana felt that Sirius was a little crazy, but since he came out of Azkaban, he was a little afraid of being alone, and he was very reluctant to stay by himself.Usually, when no one chatted with him, he would even ask Kreacher to come out to chat with him-this former master and servant who hated each other had now established a strange friendship.To be honest, Sirius is such an active person, spent 12 years alone in the cell, with nothing but dementors and memories, it is inevitable that he will suffer from some diseases.

There is no way to do this, and only time can completely heal old injuries.

On December 24, Marciana and Molly had been busy in the kitchen since daylight.Although there is Kreacher, Sirius is a little worried that he is too old to cook a big meal on his own. Hermione threatened that she would go on a hunger strike if enslaved elves made Christmas dinner. At this time, it is still necessary to cook by yourself to have a festive atmosphere, so after discussion, two witches are still in charge-for this, they were laughed at by the portrait of Walburga Black.

"In my life, I have never boiled a pot of water myself." The old witch in the portrait squinted, and while walking to a portrait outside the kitchen to try to see what the witches were doing in the kitchen, she added contemptuously, "Of course, people are different, and I don't expect you to understand what privilege is."

Marciana picked up a chocolate truffle that had just been rolled in cocoa powder and put it in her mouth: "Well, I don't know much about your privilege, but for now, my privilege is to be able to taste The taste of chocolate is super delicious, let me tell you."

Already dead into a portrait, Walburga Black, who lost all five senses, watched Marciana standing in front of her eating chocolate with a look of enjoyment, and ran away angrily.But after a while, when Marciana was buttering the marinated beef, she appeared in the portrait outside the kitchen again.

Moody pulled out Marciana's film player and played the Christmas special.Marciana happily twitched to the music, and Moody snorted: "I knew you girl would only be motivated to work while listening to Christmas songs."

Everyone was busy with the things at hand while humming a song.Mundungus was busy installing the massive Christmas tree, decorated with live elves.Sirius hung holly in every corner, icicles that won't melt, ribbons of gold and silver, and sages on every door.Lupine conjured up magic snowflakes that piled up on the corners of the walls and on the floor, which were as fluffy and cold to the touch as real snow, except that they wouldn't melt.Kreacher carefully wiped a picture frame next to the gate, and the old lady in the frame arrogantly instructed him to replay the third song on the record: "You people came to my ancestor's house without permission I don’t deserve to be a guest at Black’s house, since my good-for-nothing eldest son must be invited, at least I should play some tasteful music. I will be tortured by you even after I die..."

Marciana really didn't know what happened in this old house, and even the portrait, which could only scream and curse when they met, seemed to have regained some sanity.She suspected it had something to do with Kreacher.Kreacher's sanity became more and more clear, and his speech became more and more fluent and logical, but he didn't look as old as before.

For Christmas dinner this year, Marciana finally got her wish by roasting a large turkey—a classic festive dish that she and Moody couldn't eat even the tiniest turkey in the past.While everyone was pushing glasses and waiting for the clock to strike midnight, she couldn't help but wonder what Christmas at Hogwarts would look like this year... probably very lively.Albus can always make the atmosphere very happy... but Snape is not always very happy, even if he does festive things, he looks reluctant, although she always feels that he may not really like it .

I don't know if he likes my Christmas present or not.

Marciana had no particular expectations for Snape's Christmas present.Except for the special gift of potion made with water of life on Christmas three years ago, Snape boiled a big pot of potion every Christmas, filled more than a dozen bottles, and gave away a bottle to each of his close colleagues. (No such thing as Umbridge and Lupine).According to Minerva, this man has been doing this for more than ten years—one year he was in such a bad mood that he even sent a bottle of cold medicine to each of his colleagues.

On Christmas morning, Molly still got up early.Last night the adults stayed up after the children had all gone to bed sorting presents and piled presents at the foot of each bed before going to sleep until one or two in the morning.Marciana also stayed at NO.12 Grimmauld Place for the first time, sharing a room with Molly.

"Morning Martha, did I wake you up?" Molly asked softly.

"No, I'm already awake." Marciana rolled over in the quilt, turned over and sat up, hugging the quilt in a daze for a while. "Opening presents!"

The two witches sat at the foot of the bed and began to unpack their pile of presents. Molly sighed: "In previous years, I unpacked with Arthur. This year he has to be alone."

Marciana saw the smallest one wrapped in ordinary parchment in a pile of colorful packaging boxes, and took it out first.She glanced at Molly, seeing that she wasn't paying attention, she quickly opened the package, and there was indeed a bottle of potion inside.It's just that this year the medicine bottle is extremely small, and inside it is a molten gold-like liquid.

It's actually a Felicity Potion!Marciana held the bottle in her palm, surprised and delighted.Surprisingly, it was extremely difficult to brew the Felix Elixir. I didn't expect Snape to be so generous this year.The good news is that Felicity Elixir has a price but no market, but it is a good thing that can turn the situation around and even save lives at critical moments: she doesn't have this in her reserve yet.She quickly put away the medicine bottle.

Molly happened to unwrap her gift, which was a large earthenware bowl with a picture of a goddess wearing a flower crown and holding a scepter: "This is...?" She opened Marciana's card, which said this It is a magical item, no matter what kind of food it is, as long as you put in a little bit, it will become a big bowl full.Molly became curious, and tried to put one of the chocolate balls given to her by her son into it. After a while, the bowl was filled with round and round chocolates. She squeezed one and bit it, and the cream and strawberry jelly mixed with chocolate poured into it. In the mouth, it tastes exactly the same as the original chocolate without losing any flavor.

"Is this the bowl of Demeter that people say?" Molly said in surprise, "I've only heard of it. Where did you find it? Martha, it's so precious..."

Marciana also picked up a chocolate ball and threw it into her mouth, "It's just a gadget, just fun."

This is true, she bought this bowl from an alchemist at a very low price—of course, it was only relatively cheap compared to alchemy products.The alchemist was highly skilled and obsessed with replicating all kinds of legendary products, but after he made this bowl, he found that it was a complete tasteless one.The only function of this bowl is to copy food, but materials with magic power (including potion raw materials) cannot be copied at all.It is naturally a treasure for families who are struggling to save money, but where can such a family afford it?How can people who can afford to buy it be short of food?For such a person, there must be a cooking elf at home, and they can't bear to take a second bite of delicious food in front of them, so there is no need for such a bowl.In this way, the bowl collected dust in the hands of the alchemist, and in the end it was Marciana's advantage.

It has to be said that in order to make a lot of money, alchemists have to figure out the relationship between supply and demand in addition to studying technology.

Seeing her unwrapping her present, Molly couldn't help feeling a little shy: "Oh, my present is a bit shabby..."

Marciana opened it and saw that it was a hand-copied cookbook. She looked up at her in surprise: "What? Is this your recipe? How dare you give this to me?"

"Yes, I collected it myself, and left it to me from my mother. My mother was an excellent cook."

Marciana screamed, turned a few pages impatiently, and held the recipe in her arms: "My God! Thank you! This is so precious!" She couldn't help but hugged Molly tightly. , joked, "I thought I had to marry into your house to get such a good thing."

Molly laughed: "I don't mind. Bill is only three years younger than you. I'm not bragging. Among all my sons, he is the most handsome and caring. You might as well think about it."

Marciana grinned: "Bill and Fleur are such a sweet couple, why do you still have the nerve to sell your son?"

Molly was a little worried when she heard the words, and sighed: "I'm afraid they won't last long..."

After the two chattered about unpacking the presents, they went downstairs to prepare breakfast.Downstairs Lupine was also up, pouring coffee drowsily: "Merry Christmas, and thanks for the mince pies, Molly, and thanks for the traveling cloak, Martha. I like it very much."

In the kitchen, Kreacher was cleaning the table. He turned around and saw Marciana and Molly. He held up the shiny golden locket on his chest and said, "Merry Christmas. Kreacher has already used the gift from Miss Marciana." Jewelry Care Kit."

Marciana bent down to look at the locket, and said with a smile, "The effect looks pretty good. You have maintained the locket so beautifully. Have you received any other gifts?"

"Master Sirius gave me the key to the attic storage room, old Kreacher didn't know what he meant...Master Sirius has never been very clever...and the Granger girl gave me a flowered quilt, Kreacher didn't know Thank her, not at all..."

Lupine smiled: "Sirius wants to give you the attic storage room as a new bedroom. He said it's quite spacious, warm and breathable, and you like the old things at home, so they are right in front of them. If you want, We can help you move there today."

While talking, Gemini went downstairs, and the living room became more and more lively.Everyone was busy baking bread and frying eggs, but saw a long-eared owl clutching a package and circling mindlessly outside Grimmauld Place.

"Someone still sent Christmas presents at this time." Molly ordered Fred to put the owl in.

"Mum, it's Percy's Hermes," said George.

Molly's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she hurriedly took the package after drying her hands on her apron, her brows browing brightly: "I knew Percy would never forget us."

Fred pouted, "It seems that we should also run away from home..."

George rolled his eyes: "...so Mom would be so happy to send only one Bibi Bean for Christmas."

Molly glared at them, squeezed the package, and unpacked it. A ginger-colored pullover with a dark blue P on the chest slipped out.

"Oh." She clutched the sweater and was stunned.She fumbled around in the package unwillingly, as if she wanted to find something, but there was nothing, not even a candy or a card.

The twins looked at each other, but didn't dare to speak for a while.

Molly covered her mouth and turned her face away, trying to maintain her composure, but her brown eyes were suddenly filled with tears.She lowered her head and stroked the sweater, and let out a sob as if overwhelmed, "Percy... oh."

Marciana hurriedly sat next to her and supported her shoulders. Molly pressed her eyes with her palms, but tears poured out disobediently, flowing down her cheeks and along the edges of her palms.

The twins were at a loss, and Fred said angrily, "Don't cry, Mom! Percy is a heartless idiot. I don't even know how there is such a big brother!"

"Since he wants to break up with us so much, I don't think we need to recognize him." George said angrily, "He's worse than the shit of a fox, and the shit of a fox is still useful."

"I think he's a bunch of rat shit!" Fred answered.

The words of the sons completely defeated Molly.She seemed to have been sucked out of all her strength at once, and she fell on Marciana's shoulder and burst into tears.

Lupine hurriedly drove away the twins: "Go upstairs and stay with your younger brother and sister, and ask them not to come down temporarily. Leave this to us."

Marciana patted Molly on the back, coaxing in a low voice: "He will change his mind, he is still young..."

"He didn't ask about his father's injury, and he didn't visit him once..." Molly sobbed, "Arthur is so dangerous this time, if... if he doesn't come back that day, he doesn't even have his father's last life." Can't even see each other..."

She was provoked to cry again by such a tragic vision, "Now his father and brothers are unwilling to forgive him... What if he turns around later, but it is too late? What if he regrets it Woolen cloth?"

Marciana froze.

This is the mother's heart—she was heartbroken, but what she worried about was that the rebellious son would leave irreparable regrets.Even if Percy abandoned them, in her heart, her son was still a lone goose, and she would rather shed all her tears than let him feel a little sad.

"I can't blame him...he was a very self-respecting kid and we were so hard-pressed...he...he worked so hard and worked so hard...my Percy, it was my fault..."

Marciana knelt on the sofa, wrapped Molly's entire upper body in her arms, and supported her with her body.She stroked Molly's curly reddish-brown hair, and felt the rows of tears soaking her clothes on her chest.

A mother's tears.

Marciana had never seen her mother cry.Under her mother's delicate and gentle appearance, there is an unusually stubborn personality and a calm and rational mind.Mother never cried, but even so... if, if she knew...

It was a good thing mother died before Julia and Cillion, so she didn't have to see them hurt.I don't know if my mother hastily told them to hide.I don't know if she had the slightest hope that they could escape.

I don't know if she ever worried about me.

Lupine also came to persuade Molly: "Percy will understand...Don't cry, think about Arthur, he is still waiting for you to visit him in St. Mungo's afternoon."

Molly finally stopped her tears after hearing his words.She was sad, but when they went to see Arthur after lunch, there was no sign of crying at all.

Arthur was in high spirits: "I didn't expect so many people to visit me during my hospital stay. Even someone as difficult as Severus came to see me twice. I really can't see how enthusiastic he is. "

Both Sirius and Harry looked skeptical.

"I assure you, even if Snape is cut open with a magnifying glass, he can't find enthusiasm the size of a fingernail." Sirius asserted, and was immediately kicked by Marciana.

"You're reading that wrong," Arthur said with a grin. "He was seriously discussing the detoxification plan with my therapist, who said his advice was very enlightening. Snape also took a tube My blood sample, I am working hard on the antidote."

Marcia Nora pulled Moody: "Since we are here, we should go and see Alice and Frank."

Moody looked at the children and members of the Order of the Phoenix standing in a ward, nodded and went out with her.

When they came to the spell injury ward on the fifth floor, they found Mrs. Longbottom and Neville there.The therapist greeted them happily: "Merry Christmas, Martha!"

"Merry Christmas." Marciana took out a tape and pointed to the filigree garland on her head. "The garland is beautiful. I brought a new tape."

"Great!" the therapist took the tape. "The tunes you choose are always good...helping them emotionally."

Neville murmured: "Good afternoon, Professor Larosa, Professor Moody."

"I'm no longer your professor, Longbottom," replied Moody gruffly.

Just then, Ron's surprised voice came from behind them: "Neville! It's us, Neville!"

Marciana turned her head and found that Harry Ron and the others touched the fifth floor for some reason.

【Is that your friend, Neville, my dear? ] Mrs. Longbottom said kindly.

Neville's face was purple, and he didn't dare to look down at his classmates.Over there Mrs Longbottom was already talking to Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione.

[Neville told me about you.Helped him through some rough times, didn't he? 】 She said to Hermione, 【He's a good boy, but not as talented as his father, I have to say... 】

Seeing Ron's eyes widen, Marciana interrupted him in time: "Neville is not lacking in talent. Few students in the whole grade are better at herbalism than him, and they are also good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, yes Alastor?"

Moody glanced at Neville and nodded, "He's not bad."

"Really?" Mrs. Longbottom looked a little more amiable, but still looked at Neville sternly: "It's hopeless to become an Auror, isn't it?"

Marciana and Moody looked at each other, and she said eagerly, "Well... speaking of Aurors, nothing else, Potions seems to be..."

Neville shuddered visibly at the thought of the Potions Professor, and Mrs Longbottom looked even more dissatisfied.

At this time, Ron finally found a gap to interrupt, and tiptoed to look at the hospital bed: "Is that your father over there, Neville?"

Harry looked like he wanted to cover Ron's mouth, but it was too late.

【What! ] Mrs. Longbottom snapped, 【Haven't you told your friends about your parents, Neville? 】

Neville took a deep breath, stared at the ceiling and shook his head.Mrs. Longbottom raised her eyebrows, and Moody frowned, as if trying to defend Neville.

Marciana shook her head at Moody, "Trust Harry and Neville and let them figure it out. They'll take care of it."

Moody nodded, and the two walked towards the hospital bed.

Marciana sat down next to the emaciated witch with dry gray hair and said softly, "Alice, Merry Christmas." She took out a small cardboard box: "Your favorite sweet shop?" The donut shop has a new flavor, white chocolate shredded coconut, I don't know if you like it..."

At the age of 12, Marciana once held up coffee and donuts to a young witch with a round face and round eyes: "Large cup of almond latte, and donuts with caramel cream flavor - did not buy Wrong Alice! I purposely picked the freshest donuts and watched them put in the window!"

The round-faced witch smiled sweetly, "That's right, you little witty ghost. Alright, alright! It happens that Frank is out of the field today, come to my office at five in the afternoon, and I'll show you Legilimency..."

At the age of 13, the round-faced witch asked her to put her hand on her swollen belly: "The baby doesn't hurt to kick, but it's a little strange... After I was pregnant, I especially liked to eat Bubblegum. Frank said that our son would definitely be the same as me. I also have a sweet tooth..."

At the age of 14, the round-faced witch put a baby with the same round head and brains as herself into her arms: "Be careful not to let him pull your hair, this kid is very powerful." She squeezed a baby in surprise. Squeezing the baby's swollen arms, the baby bounced happily on her lap, she nervously supported him, the round-faced witch smiled and told her not to worry, kissed the child's chubby cheek, saying that he was It's a little wizard.

Marciana looked at the overly old witch beside her - she was only in her forties now, still very young for a wizard.But even though the facial features were the same, Alice's face was hardly any more lively and pretty than it used to be.Marciana couldn't help but gently helped her brush away the messy hair like dry grass from her eyes.The thin witch ignored Marciana. She stood up, walked unsteadily to Neville, and stretched out her right hand.

Her son held out his hand too, he had the same round face and soft eyes as hers.

A wrapping paper of Blowing Super Bubblegum landed in Neville's palm.

That night, Marciana returned to her room.She was lying on the bed, holding a small crystal bottle in front of her eyes: this bottle of potion that Snape gave her three years ago, she hadn't taken it yet.

If you drink it, what will you awaken?

When she was 15 years old, she went to the underground boxing arena for the first time to try her skills. She thought that she had practiced for many years, and she could fight even without magic, but she was beaten to the last breath.At that time, the boss thought she had been beaten to death, and sent two men to throw her "dead body" into the back alley. When she was half awake, she heard one of them ask the other——

Looks like a kid.Just throwing it out like this, isn't it afraid that her parents will find it?

parents?She has no parents.

Haha nonsense, who hasn't had a mother yet?

How could a child come to a place like ours if he had a mother?

Marciana stroked the potion bottle, and the contents in the bottle, which was between liquid and gas, glowed orange-red strangely.She uncorked the bottle and swallowed the bitter, spicy liquid in one gulp.Her last thought before she passed out was—

I... also have a mother.