I'm playing a big knife at HP

On the last day of the Christmas holiday, an unexpected guest came to NO.12 Grimmauld Place.

"I've never seen someone give a dignitary a Christmas present," Snape said when he saw her.

"Really? So you didn't receive a puppy as a gift when you were a child?" Marciana looked at Snape's expression, "...pretend I didn't ask. Thank you for the Christmas present, what a surprise."

"You're welcome. Thank you for the gift too. I asked Pomona, and I knew it was very rare. Pomona was so envious, she asked me for the seeds."

"Actually, it's not very useful, it's just some ornamental plants."

"Don't be too humble. Plants that can grow completely in the dark and absorb magic power to replace photosynthesis are rare, let alone species that can benefit the physical and mental health of the owner. But I have to remind you that I am not in danger of sudden death in middle age. If you put The picture of St. Mungo took it seriously..."

Seeing Marciana start laughing uncontrollably again, Snape quickly shut up and changed the subject.He took out a tube of potion: "You keep this one away."

Marciana took it: "What is this?"

"The antidote to the snake venom that bit Arthur Weasley. Although the snake's poison is not very strong, it will prevent the wound from healing and cause a lot of blood loss. Since the Dark Lord can command the snake to attack, it is better to prepare A good portion."

"You guys figured it out so quickly?" Marciana was surprised and delighted, "You're too good!"

Snape said with a bit of pride: "It's not difficult, it's nothing to be fussed about."

While carefully putting away the medicine, she said, "Do you still have any? Give me another bottle, and I'll take it to Alastor."

"No more. Do you think this is some kind of universal antidote?" Snape glared at her. "The poison of that snake is so special that it can even be called unique. I doubt what the Dark Lord fed it... In short, this Although it was made with Arthur Weasley's blood sample, and now he is cured, unless someone is bitten again, there will be no antidote."

She looked up at him in surprise: "You...you don't have it yourself?" She frowned, and handed the medicine back to him: "Then I don't want it."

"What nonsense are you talking about? If I'm really exposed, this snake is the last thing I need to worry about." He sneered, "It's only useful for you who are keen to rush ahead. Isn't it , pawn?"

"Hey! I call myself a pawn to be humble, and you are begging for a fight for saying that."

Snape clicked his tongue, and took advantage of Marciana's lack of staff to taunt her, avenging Yintang's black hair and collecting a lot of interest.Therefore, it is not without reason that Snape, although everyone in the Order of the Phoenix knew that he was doing the extremely dangerous job of being a spy, but almost no one understood and appreciated him.

While talking, Molly came fully dressed: "Severus, why are you here? Why are you standing in the hall talking?"

"Hey, are you going out?" Marciana asked.

"Yes! St. Mungo says Arthur is ready to leave the hospital! I'll fetch him," said Molly beaming.

"I'm here to find Potter. Dumbledore has orders, and I'll leave after I've finished," Snape said briefly.Molly nodded after listening, "Then I'll go find him, and you guys go to the kitchen and wait."

Marciana and Snape went into the kitchen, only to find Sirius there too.The two black-haired wizards looked at each other and exchanged a look of disgust.

"Dumbledore can send an owl, but you must be sent." Sirius obviously heard the conversation between them and Molly, and muttered in a low voice, "It's a big festival, it's really annoying."

Snape sneered: "Do you think I want to come, Black? Letters from Hogwarts will now be intercepted by the Ministry of Magic. Did you fall asleep during the meeting, or do you not understand the meaning of the word 'secrecy'?"

The two exchanged eye contact for a while, and then snorted together.Snape reluctantly took the seat closest to the kitchen door - Sirius sat at the farthest.It's not enough that they occupy the two seats farthest away, one looking at the sky and the other looking at the ground, with their backs facing each other, and they physically show what it means to hate you.

Marciana: ...that's so childish.

"Uh..." Harry's timid voice came from the door.

"Sit down, Potter," said Snape.

"I said," Sirius leaned back, tilted his chair up, and said loudly to the ceiling, "I hope you don't give orders here, Snape, this is my home."

A flush of rage rose to Snape's cheeks, but he regained his composure quickly.Harry trotted to sit next to Sirius and looked at Snape from a distance.

"I should have talked to you alone, Potter," Snape said with his usual sneer, "but Black—"

"I'm his godfather." Sirius said louder.

"I could go," Marciana held up her hands cooperatively, "but if I could stay...it would be wonderful."

Snape had a hunch that what she said was not a good thing, but he was busy with Black: "Oh no, please stay." Snape said, his voice lowered and lowered, but the sarcasm in it became more and more Nong, "If Black stays here anyway, the entire Order will know Dumbledore's message to Potter by the end of afternoon tea. We all know how much he likes to talk about everything he's done for the Order. I heard Have you ever volunteered to be an undercover agent among the Death Eaters? Tsk tsk, luckily Dumbledore didn't agree, otherwise..."

"What do you mean by that?" Sirius asked, slamming the chair legs back to the ground.

"Blake, I understand. Everyone knows that my work is very important, and you should be encouraged to have such a heart." Snape bit the word "my" heavily, showing an extremely hypocritical smile, "Of course, Whether you can do it or not is a matter of ability.”

It was Sirius' turn to flush, and Snape turned to Harry with a triumphant smile on his lips.

"The Headmaster asked me to inform you, Potter, that he wants you to study Occlumency this term."

"Study what?" Harry asked blankly.

"Occlumency, Potter. Protects the mind from outside intrusion. An obscure form of magic, but very useful."

Marciana let out a little envy.Snape looked at her.

"Oh...that's really good." She was a little embarrassed. "In order to learn this, I baked Alastor's little biscuits for a month. He specially asked a silent man...I mean, It's great that you can teach Harry." She smiled encouragingly at Harry, "Take the opportunity and learn."

Harry's face was originally full of resistance, but he was stunned when he heard her say this, and his face loosened a little, as if curious: "Why do I want to study big—this thing?"

"Because the Headmaster thinks it's necessary," Snape's answer was watertight. "You have private tutoring once a week, but you can't tell anyone, especially Dolores Umbridge. Understand?"

"Understood," said Harry, "who's going to teach me?"

Snape raised an eyebrow, as if surprised by Harry's slowness: "Myself."

Harry was shocked, and looked to Sirius for help.

"Why can't Dumbledore teach him?" Sirius puffed out his chest and asked aggressively, "Why you?"

"I suppose it's because the headmaster has the power to delegate unpleasant errands," Snape said tactfully. "I assure you I didn't come here."

He stood up. "I'll be waiting for you in my office at six o'clock on Monday night, Potter. If anyone asks, just say it's a potions lesson. No one who has seen you in my class will deny the need for it." .”

He turned to leave, his black traveling cloak swirling in a gust of wind.

"Wait a minute." Sirius called to him.

Snape turned to look at him and sneered, "I'm busy, Blake...unlike you. I have two important jobs."

"Then I'll be straight." Sirius stood up.Marciana noticed that Snape's hand was clutching the handle of his wand in the pocket of his cloak. "If I hear you're trying to fuck Harry by teaching him Occlumency, I'll get you right."

"How touching," Snape sneered, "but you must have noticed that Potter resembled his father?"

"Good." Sirius said proudly.

"Then you should know that he is arrogant and arrogant, and criticism is like a deaf ear to him."

Sirius pushed back his chair and strode towards Snape, drawing his wand.Snape showed his wand too.

At this time, there was a loud click from the side.Snape and Sirius glanced aside to see Marciana staring at them, munching.

"What are you doing?" Snape yelled. "And when did you get a bucket of popcorn?!"

"I'm a witch, I've changed." Marciana stuffed the popcorn into her mouth, "Just kidding, I exploded while you guys were arguing. Harry, you can eat too." She couldn't help but lift Harry to the By his side, Harry grabbed a handful reflexively, and put it back embarrassingly after seeing the expressions of the two wizards.

"Keep arguing, why don't you stop arguing. I'm excited about it." She chewed popcorn and shook her head in admiration, "It's amazing, you two are arguing like couples who are about to get divorced."

Sirius' face turned green all of a sudden: "I need an oblivion spell, I want to forget what you just said."

Snape yelled at the same time, "You're disgusting!"

Marciana immediately surrendered: "I was wrong, it was very inappropriate and completely untrue for me to say that. I sincerely apologize." She elbowed Harry, "To be honest, couples who are really going to divorce are more likely than them to be divorced." It's twice as vicious, and it doesn't have half their sense of humor, and it's completely worthless. I think they are at best unequal distribution of housework..."

A curse flew towards Marciana, she swiftly blocked it with an iron armor curse, and raised her hands with a smothered smile: "I shut up."

When the two of them were interrupted by her, they lost the atmosphere of the quarrel and stood in the kitchen in a daze.Just then, the door opened, and the Weasleys and Hermione walked in happily.

"There! Totally all right!" Mr. Weasley announced loudly.

"Hey! Congratulations! Welcome back!" Marciana said with a smile.

At this moment, someone finally noticed the strange scene in the kitchen—Snape and Sirius were facing each other holding wands, but their hands were hanging down, and they didn't know what they were doing.Marciana was holding a bucket of popcorn, and Harry sat next to her, looking somewhat agitated.

"What's the matter?" asked Mr. Weasley.

Snape made no attempt to explain, slipping his wand back into his pocket.Sirius also put away his wand as if nothing had happened, "It's nothing. Catch up with old classmates."

Snape snorted coldly, glared at Marciana, she blinked innocently, and he glanced at Harry again: "Monday at six o'clock." After finishing speaking, he walked away.

Thus began the second semester.

Although Snape was reluctant to teach Harry Occlumency, Marciana intuitively felt that his attitude towards Harry had softened after the tutoring—I don't know whether it was because Harry learned it well, or he Harry saw something in his mind.Harry lost his parents when he was young, and his uncle and aunt didn't seem to be very loving, so he must have suffered a lot of grievances.Marciana guessed that Snape probably felt some pity when he saw those memories.

But soon, Marciana was distracted by other things.

Early this morning, on the front page of the "Daily Prophet", there were eleven pictures, ten wizards and one witch.Marciana murmured: "The Death Eaters escaped from prison... Peter Pedilou, killed 12 Muggles - Wormtail is lucky, he has only been in Azkaban for a few months? Latrix Lestrange, who tortured Frank and Alice Longbottom to the point of permanently crippling them...succinctly, she did more than that...and..."

"Antonin Dolokhov, killed brothers Gideon and Fabian Prewett, killed Vitaly Larosa and his wife and children." She evoked a sneer: "Dever three years You are dead, Dolokhov, and you are lucky."

The author has something to say: Si (satisfied): How can a mere snake venom stun me?

Ma (stretching out his hand): Then give me another dozen or eight dozen, and I'll take it back and distribute it to my colleagues.