I'm playing a big knife at HP

"Minerva, I know I said I love Albus and I would do anything for him," Marciana complained to Professor McGonagall after lunch that day, "but my patience is running out. It’s fine if Umbridge is the headmaster, what kind of joke is the investigation and action team playing? Those kids deducted thousands of points from the three colleges before they finished their breakfast! There are so many of them, we don’t even have time to add them! Oh! Luna, nice necklace, plus ten points for Ravenclaw." She turned her head and said angrily, "I'm almost running out of excuses for extra points!"

"Martha!" Professor McGonagall said disapprovingly, "They are messing around, why are you being naughty?" She sighed, "If Dumbledore knew, the first day after he left, the house points system It's a mess, what's he going to say?"

Marciana shrugged.

Speaking of the Investigative Action Team—Umbridge knew she was outnumbered among the faculty, with only one Filch on her side, so she shrewdly organized a group of students she believed to be loyal to the Ministry of Magic. Helper, give them the power to deduct points.This group of students was all Slytherin, headed by Draco Malfoy - Lucius Malfoy and Fudge were so close that Umbridge picked him first.

These brats got this power, and immediately trembled like crowing roosters, and the gem funnel of the lion, badger and eagle three courtyards seemed to see the bottom.

This blatant injustice and all kinds of insane excuses for deducting points are exactly the same as their leader Snape.So Snape, thanks to his own restless student, was angered by his colleagues, and soon rolled his eyes at the other three deans: even the gentlest Professor Sprout slapped him all morning face.

However, according to Marciana, these eyes were not painful to Snape.The first reason why Snape was pulling his face at the moment was that he felt that the useless little idiots in his yard had bad intentions but lacked strategies, and they were being teased by the resisting classmates, which made him lose face continuously; secondly, It was Umbridge who intended to loot his potions.

"What did you give her?" Marciana asked Snape in a whisper when she saw Umbridge leaving the cellar office with the medicine bottle in his hands.

"Veritaserum," Snape said deadpan.

"Yo come on, I don't know you yet? Are you really going to give her your precious Veritaserum?" Marciana rolled her eyes.

Snape raised one corner of his mouth. "To be precise, she thought it was Veritaserum, but we usually call that liquid distilled water."

Marciana laughed. Thinking about it, both are colorless and odorless, and unless Umbridge tried it himself, he would never be able to tell the difference.But how could Umbridge risk his life?

She laughed: "I just like your sinister and cunning look."

Snape waved his hand: "It's too much, it's not worth mentioning."

In short, after lunch, Marciana still couldn't help complaining to McGonagall, the two witches stood in the corridor looking at the arrogant Draco, and both sighed.At this moment, a huge roar sounded, and the whole castle seemed to tremble.

Marciana and Mag drew out their wands and quickly ran towards the direction of the shock.But soon they knew what was going on - countless magic fireworks swished in the corridor, there were spark fire dragons everywhere, and curse words spelled out by magic fireworks.

"...toad... ah... idiot... oh, it's very targeted..." Marciana read those words with great interest.

Professor McGonagall stared at a golden red dragon flapping its wings and flying by, blowing out cool orange flames.In the distance, Umbridge frantically cast a spell at a wheeled fireworks, which exploded instantly, startling her.The students around them burst out laughing after the shock at the beginning, and even the Slytherin students couldn't help but look at the various fireworks with surprise, looking eager to try.

"I bet ten... no, a hundred Galleons, the Weasley brothers did it." Marciana stretched her neck to enjoy the fireworks of the Umbridge fight, and said appreciatively.

Professor McGonagall shook his head, looked at the screaming Umbridge, and suddenly smiled: "Guess what? I say, fuck her. Now that our new headmaster has ruined the school system, we might as well just party For a while."

Marciana grinned: "Minerva, I've been waiting for you to say this for a long time."

At this moment, Sprout came out from nowhere, heard their conversation, and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for this for years! You don't know, when Minerva was studying..."

"Pomona!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say, but to be honest, that time you..."

"Pomona!!"

Professor Sprout smiled and said, "That's it. Fuck her."

Mag and Marciana looked at each other, "Fuck her."

A leader who does everything by himself will be exhausted.

Especially when the leader is facing the magic fireworks flying around the entire castle, and there is no one useful under his command—the Slytherin students quickly stood by and watched, and although Filch had a heart to help, he did not help. Ability.

In just one afternoon, Umbridge began to doubt life.

When Umbridge walked into the Muggle Studies classroom, Marciana and the students were forming a circle, each holding a graphic novel in his hand, and above their heads was a dragon with golden and blue scales. Spewing fire all over the place.

"Hey! Mr. Principal, you are finally here!" Marciana put down the book in her hand. On the cover of the book was a face with a wide-brimmed hat, three mustaches and a strange smile. "Then please, look, what a big dragon. I'm really scared to death."

Her students chirped and laughed.

Umbridge's lips trembled, her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were covered with soot: "You...you were an Auror...can't even solve this?"

"Not really, but I remember the No. 20 No. [-] Education Order passed yesterday, didn't it prohibit teachers from doing things that have nothing to do with the subjects they teach? I teach Muggle studies, you treat me as Just a Muggle." Marciana leaned against the wall, "I'm a good citizen, and I respect the education order the most."

The pyrotechnic dragon roared and spit out a stream of flame that scorched the bow on Umbridge's head.

Playing tricks on Umbridge refreshed the professors and made the class more exciting.But Marciana was keenly aware that Snape became a little weird after a certain day.Although he was still a little picky towards Harry before, his attitude has softened a lot compared to before.But for two days he had completely ignored Harry, and Harry was clearly avoiding him.Before she could decide whether to ask Snape what happened, the answer came to her.That night, a silver light wolf ran into her office, and the silver wolf spoke, and it was Lupine's voice: "Martha, we have to talk, it's urgent."

Marciana frowned. She knew that all the fireplaces in Hogwarts were now monitored by the Ministry of Magic, and Umbridge would open and read all incoming and outgoing letters.She summoned the Patronus, and said to it: "Alastor has a double-sided mirror, go and borrow it from him, and we can use that to talk." The silver red deer galloped into the night, and went straight to the south.

"...So Severus stopped teaching Harry Occlumency?" Marciana asked skeptically, "Why? He knows it's important and has been teaching it for so long. What happened? "

Lupine and Sirius looked at each other, Sirius rubbed his forehead, Lupine sighed and said, "Harry accidentally saw the memory he put in the Pensieve..."

"What?!" Marciana yelled, startling Lupine and Sirius.

"Oh my god...Harry..." Marciana covered her forehead with one hand, and couldn't help raising her voice, "Accidental?! How could he be so careless? He tripped with his left foot and fell with his right foot, and stuck his end in the Is it in the Pensieve?!"

Lupine and Sirius mumbled, not daring to answer.

"How bad?" Marciana sighed wearily. "How bad is the memory Harry saw?"

"...bad. It's a wonder Snape didn't curse Harry on the spot."

"My God." She rubbed her temples irritably, "Tell me everything. What exactly Harry saw, what Severus reacted to, better tell me every word and every look he makes. "

Sirius averted her gaze in embarrassment.Lupine sighed softly: "Is this really necessary? I mean, letting more people know might make Severus even more angry... We just hope you can persuade him and remind him to give The need for Harry to attend class."

Marciana laughed angrily: "Do you know Severus Snape? Don't you know his personality? If I don't even know why he is angry and how angry he is, I will try to persuade him, I will be courting death ——You might as well tie my eyes and let me walk the minefields! If you want my help, just tell me the truth, otherwise you won’t even think about it.”

"Okay..." Lupine sighed again, "I'll say it..."

He talked about an old story in their fifth grade, four boring teenagers after the exam, an unlovable nerd, and a mudblood who blurted out.

"...So, that's what Harry saw. He was very upset and told us. It's a good thing he told us otherwise we wouldn't have known that Severus had stopped teaching him." Lupine said wearily , "You must go to appease Severus, you know that nothing is more important than Harry learning Occlumency. If I didn't think you would be more suitable than me, I would go and plead with Severus myself."

Marciana closed her eyes and shook her head feebly: "It can't be done. It really can't be done. You insulted him. Remus, you are a person with keen observation skills. Don't you know that he Is something lost?"

"It's not that I don't know..." Lupine said lowly, "I'm not proud of what I did back then. But anyway, this matter involves Harry's safety, you must find a way!"

Even Sirius didn't speak for a while, and the three of them sat dejectedly on both sides of the double-sided mirror, silent.

"If he doesn't teach it, let Martha teach it!" Sirius suddenly had an idea, "Can't Martha also know Occlumency!"

Lupine glanced at him and nodded: "This is also a way."

Marciana shook her head: "You don't understand. The reason why Albus knew that Severus and Harry had a bad relationship, but still insisted on letting him tutor Harry, is because Severus is the strongest."

Sirius didn't sound like that much.

"He's the best, he's almost a natural Occlumency master," Marciana insisted. "He's the only one we know who kept his secret from Voldemort's prying eyes, and trusted him. You don't understand him." How powerful. If Harry is to defend himself against Voldemort's prying eyes, he needs Severus' teaching."

"But Snape doesn't want to teach!" Sirius shouted, "Then no matter how good he is!"

All three were silent.

Marciana sighed, "I will try my best to persuade him. If there is no other way, I will have to teach him first."

So she knocked on the door of the Potions Master's office the next night.

Snape opened the door to let her in: "Isn't our practice time tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, because you usually have something to do tonight." She pursed her lips and smiled, looking at him meaningfully—today is Monday, and at this time normally, Snape and Harry should be training Occlumency surgery.

Snape understood, and sneered: "So, did Boy Potter sue you? Or did he let you be a lobbyist? I thought he had to go to class."

Marciana shrugged, "But you didn't teach because he wanted to take classes from the beginning, did you? He needs to protect his mind." She looked at him pleadingly, "We need him to be able to protect his mind .Please Severus, only you can help him."

"Don't look at me like that." He avoided her eyes. "Besides, I'm not the only one who can help him. You can teach him."

"I know Occlumency, but I may not be able to defend against the Dark Lord's invasion. It's not just Harry's business... If we want him to keep his mind, we have to be as prepared as possible."

"You're on point - we want him to keep his head, but the kid himself doesn't intend to. I think he's pretty smug about his connection to the Dark Lord. I can't teach him. I won't teach him."

Marciana sighed, "Severus..."

Snape said wearily: "Don't I even have the right to refuse Dumbledore even once? No matter how unpleasant the task is, I have to endure it?"

Marciana said calmly: "I'm a little surprised that this came out of your mouth. You are usually a very sensible person."

"Sane people have feelings, and even I have things I can't force myself to do. And now I can't even look Potter in the face, let alone spend an hour alone in a room with him."

Snape's rare bluntness left Marciana speechless for a moment.

"But what difference does it make? You, or the Potter Kid, or Sirius Black, will tell Dumbledore that he will always find a way to bring me to my knees." Snape said sharply, "I don't see you There is no need to waste your tongue here."

"That doesn't make sense," Marciana said mildly. "You know I wouldn't sue Albus without your consent."

Snape snorted, but didn't retort.

She sighed, "Have you decided? You really don't want to teach anymore."

"It's hardly a decision. It's beyond me."

"Then I assume, if I take over, you won't take it as a provocation?" She half-jokingly said, "As the saying goes, taking food and clothing is like killing parents, and I won't risk offending you."

"Not at all. Feel free." Snape sneered, "Teaching Potter is not a good job. In fact..." He tapped the pile of parchment on the table, "If you will help me teach the first-year The medicine papers have also been changed, and I will not object."

"I have been here for four years, and you have already missed the opportunity to bully me." Seeing that he was thinking about joking, she couldn't help but say, "I really don't understand you, you risk your life for Harry, but Can't stand being alone with him."

Snape was noncommittal.

Marciana shook her head, "Okay." She rolled her eyes, "Since that's the case, don't you...don't need to see if I'm qualified to teach Harry?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Are you asking me to take Legilimency on you?"

She looked at him with bright eyes, "They all say you are amazing. I have no doubts about it, so..."

He understood—Marciana's competitiveness and curiosity were at work again.He sat forward and looked at her face with interest: "Are you sure? I won't miss a chance to spy on your mind."

"How fun is a game without prizes?" She excitedly brushed her hair back from her shoulders, and brought her face closer: "Come on!"

Originally, all he needed to do was make eye contact, but seeing her face flushed by the fire in the fireplace and emitting a soft light, he couldn't help but move closer.He took out his wand: "Legiliency."

Her brain was like a forest shrouded in mist, and he searched for clues in it.

Show me the four years you have been away from England.

Scattered fragments flashed, the blue sky, sea water, pyramids in the tropical jungle, the smell of spicy spices, small towers made of stones with bright cloth strips, noisy concerts... three meals full of exotic flavors, happiness laughter, and the young witch walked in Muggle clothes.She overwhelmed his prying eyes with many insignificant details, everyday trifles.

Very nice technique...invisible and very deceptive.

If he hadn't already known her details, he would have mistakenly believed that her Occlumency was commonplace, and thought that these trivial things were the truth of everything.

Show me what you did during your fifth grade summer vacation.

Summer homework...the taste of ice cream...and Alastor's duel practice...the joy of receiving the prefect badge...

An ordinary school-age witch's ordinary summer vacation seems almost boring.

But he already knew she had a secret.

Basement at 57 Gerrard Road, Westminster, London, when did you start?

Nothing turned up, and 15-year-old Marciana seemed to be wandering aimlessly around Muggle London, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

But Martha, where do you hide your pain and your fear?

A hidden cave appeared in the forest, and he sneaked into it quickly.

A picture flashes away, and then he is pushed out with force.

Marciana was short of breath and forced a smile: "I lost."

"What's that? Why are you in the trash?!" Snape asked incredulously, "Are you picking up trash?"

"You're just picking up trash! As for that..." She rubbed her forehead in embarrassment, "Uh, I was thrown in by someone."

"what?!"

"I...I told you that when I first went to the boxing ring on Gerald Road, I was almost beaten to death, right? Well, this time..." She shrugged, "I was breathless at that time, they Thought I was dead and threw me in a dumpster in a back alley. But then I woke up by myself, crawled out, and went home. Tell you what, I scared them a lot the second time I went there. "

"Why are you doing this to yourself?"

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.She pursed her lips and lowered her head: "I asked for it."

"That was not what I meant."

"But I am. The fact is, I asked for it. I told you that it was to train the reaction, to train the skill, for a reason. But more importantly, back then, this kind of... you can call it hard work , self-torture, self-deception...it will make me feel better. Only when I am training I can feel calm and feel less angry."

She showed a forced smile: "It's strange. To be honest, for a while, I chose to box just because, when I was injured and my body was in pain, here..." She touched her chest, "Here will be It doesn't hurt that much."

Snape and Marciana were relatively silent, and it was a long, long time before he said, "Fifteen is such a bad age, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Terrible." Marciana paused, then suddenly smiled, "But we're pretty good now, aren't we?"

"It's hard to say, I'm a notorious double agent, teaching a bunch of untalented teenagers, and probably won't live until next year," Snape said. "It still sounds bad."

"Oh, be optimistic. If you think about it this way, you were sitting on this sofa half a year ago, and you don't even recognize your own living room. Compared with that time, the situation is definitely improving."

"If you have to compare it this way, you, a stupid girl who crawled out of the garbage dump, can actually get mixed up and become my colleague, which is also very inspirational."

"Look, don't you still take a little pride in your work?"

Snape smiled. "You're doing pretty well for that stupid fifteen-year-old girl."

"When I was 15, I was confused, lonely and angry," Marciana said softly. "That's Harry's age."

Snape didn't answer, and it was a long time before he said, "Fine. But I still don't think he's working hard. He's clearly not practicing. Potter felt that there was a special connection between him and the Dark Lord, and wanted to take advantage of it." .”

"I see." Marciana sighed. "We gotta try...we gotta try."

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Hey hey did cutie see which graphic novel Martha and her students were reading?