I'm playing a big knife at HP

Saturday, June 1996, 6, NO.29, Grimmauld Place.

Marciana arrived earlier than most, but by then Molly and Tonks were already there.Marciana was taken aback when she saw Tonks—just a few days ago, Nymphadora Tonks had short, bright bubblegum pink hair during the Ministry of Magic battle, and now this girl's hair has become Her face turned grayish brown, that's not to say, her face was pale and listless, and even the short hair that stood on her head vigorously was drooping down.Molly made her a big pot of hot tea and was holding her hand to comfort her.

"Yo, what's the matter?" Marciana stroked Tonks' hair, "Aren't you happy?"

Tonks looked up, looking aggrieved and on the verge of tears, and Molly mouthed "Remus".

This is strange, Marciana thought, Lupine and Tonks obviously like each other, and they can't hide it, so what's the matter?She squeezed Tonks' hand, "Do you want to talk?"

So Tonks told her about his confession with Lupine, and Lupine not only refused but also avoided her from then on. "Forget it. I know that he actually likes me too. He won't be able to hide for a lifetime. Sooner or later, I will find a way to make him admit it. What makes me sad is that in order to avoid me, he insisted on taking the most dangerous mission..." She lowered her voice The voice said, "He is working as a spy for Dumbledore now, and he lives in a werewolf every day..." She held Marciana's hand tightly, as if trying to squeeze some courage out of it, "The leader of those werewolves, Fern Lil Greyback, the one who bit Remus, how sad he must be to see him every day... Ugh. I can't sleep, always thinking of the danger he's in, dreaming of him being exposed It's..."

As Tonks spoke, he covered his eyes with his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.Molly thought of her husband and sons, Marciana thought of another spy, and the three witches froze together.

"If I had known today, I might as well have kept my feelings to myself, at least he wouldn't be so stupid. If anything happened to him, it would be my fault." Tonks sobbed, tears falling into his hands in the teacup.

"Don't be silly," Molly sighed. "Even without you, Remus might have gone undercover among the werewolves. After all, there is no one more suitable than him..."

The witches sighed and shook each other's hands.Marciana whispered, "Don't cry, our situation is much better now than last time, let's finish Voldemort as soon as possible, and end the war before Remus is in danger, okay?"

While they were talking, footsteps suddenly came from the gate.Tonks quickly wiped away his tears, Marciana rushed over to see that it was Snape.This gentleman attended the Death Eaters meeting last night, and now everyone is waiting for news from him.

"What did you do?" Snape asked furiously when he saw Marciana.

"I've done a lot of things, which one do you mean?"

"The Dark Lord asked me about you. I'm afraid you've put yourself on the line with him. Be careful in the future."

Marciana didn't care much: "It's as if he didn't want to kill me before, it's okay, it's okay. But you, aren't you implicated?"

"I'm fine, but all the Death Eaters who escaped back that day suffered a great crime, even Bellatrix was punished. To be honest, Lucius was lucky to be caught in Azkaban, otherwise he might have die."

"Death? No way." Marciana wondered, "Then it's already bizarre enough for someone to torture and punish his subordinates. Why are your lives in danger? Then who will work for him?"

"The Dark Lord believes that soldiers should fear their superiors far more than their enemies," Snape said dryly. "Now that dementors, giants, and werewolves are at his command, he has enough men to kill one or two. .”

Marciana shook her head sympathetically: "Brother, why did you join him back then?"

"...That's not what he said when he recruited people." Snape was depressed, and then smiled, "You got a nickname among the Death Eaters."

"I don't want to know!" Marciana resolutely refused.

Snape was unmoved: "Your nickname is—"

"I don't want to know!!" Marciana raised her hands to cover her ears, as if she was going to use a silencing spell any more.Snape shrugged and walked towards the kitchen.Marciana was stunned for a moment, and followed, but Snape caught her in a moment of slack, and he quickly said loudly, "It's called the Slasher!"

"Ahhhhhh!! Why did you tell me! I guessed it was this type!!" Marciana broke down, "I obviously acted wisely, and I didn't use black magic at all! People from the Ministry of Magic put I picked it up with my severed hand and snapped it back on! How can this group of murderers and arsonists have the right to give me a nickname!"

Snape succeeded, smiling very broadly.But before they were happy, footsteps came from outside the gate again, and when the door opened, Sirius, Lupine, Moody, Mundungus and a large group of people came in talking and laughing.Marciana remembered that today was the day Sirius was discharged from the hospital. It seemed that he had just returned from St. Mungo's, just in time for a meeting.

Seeing these people, Snape straightened his face again, Sirius also stopped in his tracks, the smile on that handsome face disappeared without a trace, and everyone stood in the hallway looking at each other.However, today is different from the past, the tense situation is obviously more important than personal grievances, Sirius actually held back and did not provoke trouble, just nodded indifferently: "Snape."

Snape didn't sarcastically either, and said equally coldly, "Black."

A group of people walked silently to the kitchen, which was used as a meeting room. After the playful atmosphere just now, it appeared a bit heavy and oppressive.Everyone sat down on both sides of the long table. Sirius and Snape still chose two seats far away from each other, but Lupine, who always sat next to Tonks, sat below Sirius today, and Don Alex was several seats away.Lupine put on a good show, and his words and deeds seemed to be the same as usual, but just judging from the fact that he repeatedly avoided Tonks's sight, and didn't even dare to look in her direction, he was also very preoccupied.

Marciana's eyes rolled around the people around the table, and fell on Snape beside him - he was still unpredictable and couldn't see anything.

In this silent and solemn atmosphere, Marciana suddenly thought nonchalantly that Lupine thought it was a fool for Tonks to fall in love with him, but whoever fell in love with Snape would be the biggest fool in the world (Slight liking doesn't count, of course)——After all, this gentleman doesn't mention all kinds of problems, just look at his elusive appearance, if he cheats, his wife will only find out if his illegitimate son comes to the funeral to divide the family property.

She arranged Snape in her stomach with half-closed eyes, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt happy, and the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up quietly, until Dumbledore took a seat and interrupted her dreaming.

Dumbledore was the first to turn to Snape: "Severus, what news do you have?"

"The day Fudge sent out his briefing announcing the return of the Dark Lord, he threatened to massacre Muggles if the Ministry of Magic didn't side with him. Now that the deadline he gave is approaching, the Dark Lord will act immediately. "

"Yes. I think it's just a game of time. Voldemort knows as well as we do that no matter how confused Fudge may be, the Ministry of Magic will never openly side with him."

"Yes, as you said, he was stalling for time. He lost a few of his best men in the Battle of the Ministry of Magic, but in the past week he managed to gather a large number of giants, werewolves and dementors. With this With the approval of force, the Dark Lord will have no scruples. His purpose now is to create terror, to confuse the situation, and to take advantage of the chaos to assassinate those who oppose him." Snape said succinctly.

Sirius shifted impatiently in his chair, and Lupine's face was grave.

"Very well, this is very important." Dumbledore nodded, "Have you heard of any specific actions?"

Snape shook his head: "Since the failure of the Ministry of Magic's operation, the Dark Lord has become more and more suspicious. Now his mission is either temporarily assigned or directly dispatched to the executor, and no one else knows about it, and it is absolutely forbidden to talk about it." He frowned. He frowned, "But as far as I can tell, they will take action soon, even in a day or two. The Death Eaters desperately need a victory to make the Dark Lord forget about the failure of the Ministry of Magic. The Dark Lord needs to vent his anger, but also needs to make him Allied forces saw their own strength."

"I agree with your judgement. Whom do you think he will strike with?" Dumbledore asked quietly.

Snape hesitated for a moment: "Muggle, that's for sure. Maybe it will attack the Muggle cabinet, or even the Prime Minister himself. There are also those who openly oppose him, and everyone who has fought for the Order of the Phoenix is ​​in danger. The Ministry of Magic Not to mention senior officials, they have not stopped infiltrating and controlling the Ministry of Magic for a moment."

Dumbledore nodded gravely, "The Ministry of Magic will be in a state of distress for a while, and we can only assist them as much as possible. It is easier to destroy than protect. I am afraid we will not be able to stop all of Voldemort's actions. I will suggest to the Ministry of Magic to send Aurors To protect the Muggle Prime Minister, of course it is best for our people..." He nodded to Kingsley and Tonks, "Also, Martha, Emmeline, Sirius, you take turns patrolling around No. [-] Downing Street, Pretend to be good."

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Friday, July 1996, 7, NO.5, Grimmauld Place.

Emmeline Vance was about to go out when Marciana stopped her: "Emeline, is it your turn to patrol Downing Street today? I'll switch with you."

Emmeline Vance looked at her questioningly, and Marciana shrugged: "I have something to do tomorrow, please help me."

"Martha, I've known you since you were 12 years old." Emmeline said calmly, "When have you let a personal matter interfere with a mission? So why don't you just tell me why you want to change shifts with me, and I will Think it over."

Marciana sighed, and she put a copy of The Times in front of Emmeline Vance, with a short article printed in the lower left corner of the first page-"The Prime Minister will give a speech in Downing Street on Friday , In memory of the people who lost their lives in the Brodek Bridge incident this week" - "The speech is today. Voldemort wants to cause maximum panic and confusion, and it will be a good opportunity to start in the speech."

"It's not possible," Emmeline frowned. "The Prime Minister has Kingsley by his side, and the Aurors are also closely guarding the Muggle cabinet. Voldemort will not pick this hard bone."

"Voldemort clearly wanted to make things so big that the Ministry couldn't cover up the wizarding world. It would be a great opportunity to publicly assassinate the Head of State in a nationally televised speech. I hope he doesn't, but Be prepared." Marciana rubbed her brows.

"Well, I'll go with you." Emmeline Vance nodded.

"Emeline, don't you..." Marciana said helplessly, but was interrupted by Emeline.

"I'm not a witch who is good at duels, I know. But let me go with you, at least I can help if something happens." The Wenxiu quiet witch said firmly.

"Okay." Marciana smiled, "Remember, if a fight really breaks out, your first task is to try to escape and report."

At this time, hundreds of miles away from London, Snape was sitting quietly at a long table.

At the head of the long table closest to the fireplace, Voldemort was asking the remaining Death Eaters in the room: "Yaxley, how is the task entrusted to you?"

"Master, I have figured out the arrangement of the Auror Division. Kingsley Shacklebolt will protect the Prime Minister personally. Besides, at least three Aurors will hide in the crowd and watch out." Yaxley replied respectfully.

"And then? Have you managed to cast the Imperius Curse on them? We don't need Aurors getting in our way."

"Master... Aurors are very determined. They have been specially trained to resist the Imperius Curse..." Cold sweat dripped from Yaxley's forehead, "I have tried various methods..."

His statement was interrupted by a Cruciatus, and Yaxley fell to the ground screaming, but the spell soon stopped.

"I am not interested in the details of your incompetence. This is only a warning," said Voldemort casually. "We might as well decide on your reasonable punishment after the action. You'd better hope that today's operation goes well."

"So, Severus, tell me," Voldemort turned to Snape, his scarlet eyes gleaming cruelly, "will Dumbledore get in the way besides the Auror?"

At the end of the long table, Draco Malfoy turned paler. His mother was as pale as he was, but she quietly held her son's hand tightly under the table.

Snape said unhurriedly: "Dumbledore himself is unlikely to show up. According to my observation, his whereabouts have been erratic recently, and members of the Order of the Phoenix are often unable to contact him. But he did arrange for members of the Order of the Phoenix to take turns in Downing Patrol around [-]th Street."

"Who is there?"

"Cirius Black. Emmeline Vance. Marciana LaRosa."

"Very well... Bella, you will enjoy today's hunt..." Voldemort showed a terrifying smile, and turned to look at the black-haired witch who could hardly sit still.

"Master, master... I swear I will bring Animaji Black and that little bitch LaRosa to you..."

"Enough." Voldemort held up a finger impatiently, and Bellatrix fell silent immediately.

"You've let me down once, and you're not going to let that happen again, are you, Bella?"

"Master... I swear..." Bellatrix said frantically but with a hint of fear, her bloodshot black eyes turned to Snape, her expression suddenly calmed down.She grinned and said, "Master, since we are going to deal with Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix at the same time, shouldn't we also send more people accordingly? Since some Death Eaters are free, why don't they fight?"

Her eyes flicked over Snape and it was clear who she was referring to.

"All right," said Voldemort annoyed, "Severus, you go today."

The smile on Bellatrix's face turned into a toothy grin, Snape raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he bowed, "Your will is my order, but I would like to ask, If anyone recognizes me..."

"Since Dumbledore will not come in person, what do you have to worry about? If Aurors or members of the Order of the Phoenix recognize you, do you need me to teach you?" Voldemort became more and more impatient, and said indifferently Said: "The dead will not report on you."

Snape knew there was no room for change in this matter, and he said respectfully, "Yes, my lord."

Voldemort showed an icy smile, and pointed at the boy at the end of the long table with his thin, pale fingers: "Draco, you should also learn more."

Narcissa Malfoy seemed to twitch in the seat, she tremblingly said: "Master, Draco is only 16 years old, I'm afraid he will drag others down."

"Bella will take him. Besides, since I've placed him in a great position..." The smile on Voldemort's face widened, "I think it's time for him to see blood."

Marciana changed into sweatpants, tied the sleeves around her arms, and tied the storage bag around her waist.She put on a baggy hoodie and pulled her hair into a ponytail, looking like a normal Muggle girl.For some reason, she has been feeling anxious today, as if she has a mysterious premonition telling her that some danger is coming.As she tightened the laces of her leather boots, she thought—don't worry too much, this kind of mysterious man who makes trouble in the Muggle world usually doesn't show up in person, and even if he does, at least I can get away.She polished her blackthorn wand, slipping it into the sleeve.

It will be all right, she thought, and walked out of the gate of NO.12 Grimmauld Place.

Snape donned a black Death Eater robe and mask.He has almost never participated in the "field work" of the Death Eaters. He has always hated activities full of killing, torture and gore. Fortunately, the Dark Lord usually prefers that he stay behind to brew potions or listen to intelligence.He was amazed at the way the two narrow eye slits in the mask blocked his vision - he didn't like it, but he had to wear it.He couldn't risk being recognized, and he didn't want to add anyone to Voldemort's killing list.From the first day Dumbledore sent him as a double agent, he had been prepared to see his companions - no matter which side they were on - harmed, even tortured and killed.Dumbledore once told him that you can't save everyone, and Snape has repeatedly told himself that.Even so, he was always very careful and tried not to put anyone in danger because of himself.His intelligence has put Martha, Vance and Black in danger, but there is no way around it.To some extent, this is a tacit understanding between him and Dumbledore: as long as the information is publicly discussed at the meeting, it can be disclosed to Voldemort as appropriate.

But Martha... Snape felt an unexplainable heaviness in his heart, which was not a good omen for a wizard.He put the hood back on, hiding his half-length black hair, and he looked like any Death Eater now.

She will be fine, he thought, not to mention that it may not be her turn to patrol Downing Street today, even if it is her, with Martha's method, it is unknown who is unlucky.Thinking of this, he walked out of the room and stood with a group of wizards who were also wearing hoods.

They apparated.

The author has something to say: Martha: Let me ask the judges, if Snape decides to cheat, who will find out?who can? !Fortunately, I just have a slight liking for him :D

Snape: I noticed that you have flags all over your body. Instead of worrying about me cheating, why don't you worry about yourself first?

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