I'm playing a big knife at HP

Marciana sent the four students to the medical wing. Madam Pomfrey pressed her to check up and down when she saw her distressed appearance, and said in a babbling voice, "Yesterday it was Minerva, today it's you, Since Umbridge became the headmaster, there hasn't been a single day of peace, but fortunately I didn't resign, otherwise, what would you do?"

"I'm fine." Marciana awkwardly clutched her right arm with a black magic scar, "Bobby, go and take care of the students. Oh, why doesn't Miss Lovegood look so good?"

After Madam Pomfrey heard this, she hurriedly looked up, looked left and right, she didn't see anything wrong with Luna, but when she turned her head, she found that Marciana had already run away.

Marciana took advantage of Madam Pomfrey's surprise and slipped out of the medical wing, but was caught by the Potions Master within two steps.

"You're back!" Snape had a relieved expression on his face, which could almost be called joy, "How did you get into this? Are you hurt?"

"It's...not bad." She became a little embarrassed, and quietly hid the burnt lock of hair behind her ear, "Well, Harry is fine, we rescued him in time."

He froze for a moment, as if he just remembered this: "Oh." Then he frowned, "I smell blood, where did you hurt? Why didn't Bobby heal you?"

"Ah...it's all right," she mumbled, somewhat unwilling to admit that she had been splashed with blood from many other people. "I've had a spell or two, but it's been dealt with. Besides, it's all black magic, Pooh." There is probably no other way.”

Snape looked at her with the expression he usually looked at Neville: "Then what are you going to do? Can the black magic damage be delayed? Follow me."

He led her into the cellar office, and examined her right arm under the firelight: "Rubastan Lestrange's specialty. Fortunately, you dealt with it in a timely manner. There is still a little bit of black magic left, and I can deal with it." .”

He took out several medicine bottles of different sizes, poured out some of each, and stirred them up.

Marciana felt that there were many, many things she wanted to say to him.She wanted to say that Lestrange's Black Curse hurt her hands to death.She wanted to say that she was so tired, her magic power was almost exhausted, and her hands were about to lose strength.She wanted to tell him that Voldemort showed up tonight and I almost died.She wanted to say that there was a moment when she was talking harshly about Voldemort, but in her heart she felt that she might not get out of the Ministry alive.

And at that moment, she felt a little regretful that she hadn't told Snape that she liked him.

She thought, after a narrow escape, asking for a hug is not too much, is it?Not a kiss, not even a kiss on the cheek, just a warm hug like a friend, not too much, is it?

She thought, just confess her love, who knows if she will come back alive next time she goes out to work.

A lot of words swirled and turned in her mind, came to her tongue and was swallowed in her stomach, and finally she just said dryly: "Voldemort's plan has failed, you'd better not go there for a few days. I think he is very angry, and he must be blaming his subordinates."

Snape raised his eyes and took a quick look at her, then handed over a small cup: "Apply it on the wound. I know, I won't show up until the end of term." He tasted her words, picked Frowning: "You see he is very angry? Did you see him? Did he go to the Ministry of Magic himself?"

"Well... yes. Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived and scared him away, otherwise it would be dangerous." She said lightly, concealing the process of fighting Voldemort.

Snape had no doubts: "There were no casualties in the Order of the Phoenix, were there?"

"Sirius and Alastor were injured, Alastor was fine, but Sirius was hit in the chest by Bellatrix, and he was seriously injured."

"It doesn't matter if no one dies." Snape obviously didn't care much about Sirius' injury. He watched Marciana fumble for the medicine, and said with a frown, "There is one place you didn't apply, near the back. I'll do it." .”

When his cool fingers touched Marciana's tender skin, a shiver ran through her whole body.

"Are you cold?" she heard him ask.

"No...well, maybe a little bit, it's okay." She felt her face was burning up, wishing she wasn't blushing, and thankful that even if she blushed, she couldn't see it with her back turned.

She didn't know that her earlobes and the back of her neck had turned slightly pink.

She felt the fingers on her back pause, and continued to apply the medicine.The fingertips felt warm for some reason.

After the medicine was applied, a blanket suddenly fell on her shoulders, covering her and covering her skin exposed from the hole, she turned her head in amazement.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Oh, it's all right." She bowed her head and wrapped herself in a blanket. "Antonin Dolokhov is dead. I killed him."

"Hmm. The Dark Lord is going to be distressed. Dolohov is a good dog under his command that can bite people." Snape's dark eyes rolled around her face, "Didn't Dolohov kill your family?" Are you one of the murderers, why do you seem unhappy?"

"Not happy. Never happy." She said angrily. "Do you think I like killing people?"

"No, I know you don't like it. What do you watch me do? You can't even kill a giant sandworm. How can you like killing people?"

She sighed, "Sometimes I feel that there are shackles on all my limbs. If I kill an enemy, I will take off one of these shackles. Now..." She gestured on her slender neck, "The only thing left is my neck. This is the last one. To be honest, it feels like a mission has been accomplished, but... not happy."

"Understood. I'm quite glad. Dolokhov is a rather perverted fellow, and he's dead."

Marciana felt a little relieved, lowered her head and smiled.Seeing her unclean fingers pulling the very clean gray blanket, she felt a little embarrassed.She put down the blanket and whispered, "It's time for me to go back."

"Okay then, it's time for me to continue my night watch."

Only then did she realize that it was not midnight yet.It seemed like a lifetime before Harry came looking for her in the afternoon, but it was only a few hours ago.

Before she walked out of the office door, a daring little girl inside of her jumped up and down, urging her to give Snape a hug.

It's fine!go!He can't avoid it!

...Shut up!In this way, I don't even have to be friends, and I have to be colleagues in the future, how embarrassing.

What are you afraid of?The little girl was jumping up and down, braving the bad water: In the rest of your life after a catastrophe, you say that your spirit has been greatly traumatized, your mood is very unstable, and your behavior is uncontrollable. How could he do anything to you?

...He can poison me, believe it or not? !

The little girl tossed her braid triumphantly, but he couldn't beat you, he couldn't beat you, he couldn't beat you, he couldn't beat you.

...Do you want to be shameless?No way is no way.

Just hug me, what's the big deal?The little girl puffed her face and flattened her mouth, you think so, this is a pure hug, Minerva Poppy Pomona would not refuse, even Albus Felius Hagrid would not be stingy with a comforting hug Hug it.coward.

J.I have blood all over me.How dirty.

The little girl became wilted all of a sudden, and her two braids drooped listlessly on her chest—that's right.Forget it then.

yes.forget it.

Marciana returned to the bedroom, filled the bathtub with warm water, and submerged herself in it.She washed off the blood stains on her body, the sawdust in her hair, the dust, and the dust on her face bit by bit.Especially the blood in the hair and nails, she washed it for a long time.

No one would like a person like me...so fierce, such a bloody person.At least, not the way men like women.

The little girl in her sat on the floor sulking.

Especially not him... A person like him, who has seen all kinds of dark and cruel things, must like that kind of girl who is soft, clean, pure, like a lily.The kind of girl who makes people feel gentle and quiet at one glance, but forgets that there is still darkness in the world at another glance.Definitely like that.

The little girl was lying on the ground, rolling around unhappily.

... Such a girl, people can't help but want to care for it when they see it, everyone likes it.Even I would love it.

The little girl sat up, crossed her hips and lost her temper: useless guy!You are so beautiful!

She looked down at the swaying reflection in the water, and her long black hair fluttering in the warm water.Yes, she is still very good-looking, she felt a little hope in her heart.But... Pacia Perks is not ugly, she was rejected so badly... He doesn't seem to be someone who can be done with beauty.

She stepped out of the bath, wiped her thick long hair with a towel, and walked to the mirror.The person in the mirror has wet hair messily falling on his face and shoulders, his cheeks are rosy after bathing, his eyes are bright, and his lips are plump.She brushed her hair aside, as if... Does this look a little bit cute?She turned around, and in the mirror, there was a pair of fine silver tattoos on her powerful back, which were a sword and a buckler.There are several shallow scars vertically and horizontally on his back and shoulders, all of which are left by black magic and cannot be faded away.It's not ugly, and it's not scary, but it can't be faded away.

In storybooks, novels, and dramas, those who are always remembered and loved are always those perfect, pure girls who have never been bullied or hurt by life.They are loved and would give their lives to protect, precisely because when people who are suffering and in darkness see them, they can believe that there is still pure beauty in the world.They inspire people's all imaginations about happiness and joy. The more people who have experienced misfortune, the more they love such pure girls like the first snow.

And he has suffered so much, and he deserves to have such a girl who can make him forget all the bloody storms and all the unpleasant past.

I can understand, really, I can understand.

A warm tear fell on her hand propped by the sink.She thought of Lily's hands, so white and tender, soft as if boneless, but the hands in front of her, the nails were all cut short for convenience, and there were often thin wounds on the fingers, because the palms were thick due to years of sword practice. Thick calluses.

I can't be that kind of girl.

Hot tears fell on the back of his hand one drop after another.

She turned on the tap, and cold water gushed out.She wiped her face, brushing her delicate face with her slightly rough palm.She raised her head and stared at herself in the mirror, the circles of her eyes were still slightly red, but the expression on her face had returned to calmness.

Anyway, this is my way.I don't regret it.

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Martha: Definitely like that.Whoa whoa whoa whoa! ! ! !

Professor (dazed): Wait... when did I say I like that?

Martha finally hurt the spring and the autumn once, and the direction was completely wrong, so she was sad for nothing:)

Therefore, shedding tears against the wind is also a professional ability, which needs to be practiced.