I'm playing a big knife at HP

Snape didn't know how he had followed Voldemort to Apparate back to headquarters.He sat at the long table with the other Death Eaters, but Draco didn't show up.

Snape had no expression on his face, but he erected layers of defenses in his mind.I can't show any flaws, I can't show any emotion, I have to be as hard as a stone-this is not only a trap for Marciana, but also for me, even if I show the slightest bit of unbearable, both of us will die today, even worse than Death is worse.

Snape saw a man dragged in by the hair and thrown at Voldemort's feet.It's Marciana.Her wand and buckler were nowhere to be found, and her whole body convulsed from time to time, struggling to get up.

The Death Eaters around him seemed like sharks smelling blood, and there was a slight stir of excitement in the air.

"Look who this is? The orphan of Vitaly LaRosa, adopted daughter of Alastor Moody, the youngest Auror in 50 years...Dumbledore's Blade." Voldemort bent down, one Pale hands pinched her chin and lifted her face up, while the other hand held the wand, and the back of the hand gently slid across the slightly deformed face covered in cold sweat.

"What a youth, what a beauty, what a rare talent... what a waste." Voldemort smiled, looking in high spirits.

"I've heard of you before, Marciana LaRosa, single-handedly defeated my useless minion at the age of 20... You are a witch with great potential--and pure blood--it's a pity you Made the wrong choice and was willing to be Dumbledore's pawn. What did he ask you to do, teach Muggle studies at Hogwarts?" He let out a sneer, "What a joke."

The Death Eaters held the venue and let out exaggerated laughter, but it was so uniform that it sounded a bit weird.

Voldemort let go of the hand holding her chin: "Young people will inevitably make mistakes, but Lord Voldemort can appreciate the real capable people regardless of past suspicions. I am different from Dumbledore. With me, you will not be treated as a consumable use the same."

He stood up, opened his arms, and said loudly like a theater actor: "Join us, beg my forgiveness, swear allegiance to me, the greatest wizard in history will teach you personally, and you will get what you couldn't imagine before. Strength, otherwise..." He lowered his arms, his silky sleeves hanging by his side, and looked down at her, "You will die in an unimaginably miserable death."

The person on the ground had already stood up, her braids had long been undone, and her long messy hair was draped over her shoulders.Marciana raised her face, and there was still a trace of coagulated blood on her lips, but she looked at the person in front of her carefully with a childlike curiosity: "Voldemort, I have always been very kind to you. Curious. To be honest..." Her bloody lips curled up into a smile, "I want to say that I want to join you, can you believe it?"

She smiled and looked at Voldemort, and Voldemort stared down at her. After a while, he sat back in the high-backed chair, and said idly, "Smart girls are the most boring."

Voldemort suddenly grabbed her neck with one hand, and dragged her face in front of him, piercing scarlet eyes piercing into recalcitrant blue eyes.

Snape clenched his fists.

No one knew better than him what Voldemort's Legilimency was.If Marciana's Occlumency could not be hidden from him, the Order's secrets... many of his secrets... would be exposed.He had deceived Voldemort for more than ten years, relying on impeccable preparations and meticulous planning, and rarely let luck or others decide his own destiny.But within a few ten minutes, his life was in the hands of Marciana for the second time.

He suddenly realized where this almost fatal flaw came from—he knew since he was a child that this is the most terrifying, dangerous, unreasonable, and weakest thing, but he didn't know when, let The thing penetrated him.

After a very long moment in Snape's mind, Voldemort let go of Marciana and threw Marciana on the ground, "Hmph, it's really just a pawn who charged into the battle, wasted effort."

She actually succeeded.

Voldemort flicked his wand lightly, and Marciana was thrown towards the wall with great force, and then several silver wine glasses flew up, turning into four gleaming spikes that were as long as adult palms, piercing through the palms of her hands and the insteps of both feet, and nailed her to the wall in the shape of a cross.Marciana screamed, and blood flowed down the wall like a stream.

"Since it's useless, you'd better die." Voldemort took a sip of red wine from his goblet indifferently, "die slowly."

There was a burst of excited laughter from among the Death Eaters.Several people took out their wands and began to throw the Cruciatus Curse on her, and Marciana screamed horribly.

Snape felt as if his body was immersed in icy water, but his veins seemed to be filled with magma.His head was throbbing and he wanted to lose his mind so he wouldn't have to hear, see, and smell it all.

Yet he had to stand here without saying a word or moving.

Her head was hanging limply under her shoulders, her black hair was stuck to her body, and her blood was dripping from the ends of her hair.

He wanted to keep his eyes away, because this scene was the worst nightmare, and her blood stabbed his eyeball like a knife blade.

Yet he couldn't turn his face away, he had to stand here, like the other Death Eaters.And a small, cruel voice inside him said: You look at her, you remember her, you remember that she died because of you.

"Severus," Voldemort called to him.

"Yes, my lord." Snape bowed to him.

"Tell me, did you have a good relationship when you were colleagues? After all... such a beautiful young lady, even a hard-hearted lady, will inevitably be moved. Do you think that the great Dark Lord should spare her?"

What an obvious trap, not even bothering to disguise it.He flashed his own plea kissing the hem of Voldemort's robe, flashed Voldemort's promise to spare Lily's life, and finally flashed a lock of red hair snaking across the floor.

He said respectfully, "On the contrary. She is full of Gryffindor arrogance, stupidity and arrogance, reminds me of..." He let his voice be poisoned, "A few other unpleasant characters Ryffindor."

Bellatrix let out a loud snort.

"In fact, I have tried many times...to get rid of her, but unfortunately all failed."

"Oh yeah? Look up."

Snape raised his head obediently, feeling that his brain had been brutally invaded, he carefully poisoned Marciana himself, and the scene where Dumbledore severely accused him of poisoning him, turned them out one by one for Voldemort look.

"Very well," Voldemort looked satisfied, grinning cruelly. "You proved your loyalty. I have a reward for you—a chance for revenge."

"Go, take one of her eyes, and make her look like her adoptive father." Voldemort laughed, and the Death Eaters also laughed exaggeratedly.

"Yes, my lord." His voice was low and steady.

Snape couldn't see his own face, but he knew he must look like a ghost under the mask, because he felt as cold as a ghost.He knew that by giving such an order to his spies in the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort already regarded Marciana as dead.But he had to obey orders, because up to now, he was unable to save her.

Rationally speaking, he should and can only keep himself in order to complete his mission.But every time he took a step, he felt that part of himself as a "human being" was being destroyed little by little, and what remained in his body was a terrible, deformed, sick, screaming thing.

But he still walked towards her step by step.

He looked up at the witch nailed to the wall, her drooping head lifted slightly, and the way she looked at him reminded him of the short-haired girl with skulls painted all over her face.He felt his fingers twitch nervously under the baggy robe, and his ears buzzed.

Snape stood there like a stone statue, his wand gripped tightly in his right hand, but he didn't lift it.He stood there a little too long, and the Death Eaters behind him began to stir uncomfortably.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

"Snape, you traitor." Hissed the prisoner nailed to the wall, "my life is worth more than yours, and you actually sold me for credit."

...Your life is more valuable than mine. If one day it is necessary, I will exchange my life for yours, and I will never blame you... That afternoon, she was in the study room of NO.12 Grimmauld Square Li said so.

She watched him quietly with blue eyes, and he heard her voice in his head.

I'm very sorry.Do it, don't make my sacrifice in vain.

He heard Bellatrix's eager voice behind him, "Master...let me come...Master..."

Please, do it now.

He raised his wand slowly.

In my memory, the young girl smiled at him by the campfire, her face was as smooth as jade, and her smiling eyes were shining brightly.

Muscles are tensed, hands cannot shake, you have no emotion, you feel nothing.

"Shenfeng Wuying!"

His spell passed across her left eye, and she turned her head to avoid it, but a wound still ran from her brow bone to her cheekbone, and deep red, almost black, thick plasma gushed out in large streams, her long hair screamed.

"No! My eyes!"

Several Death Eaters laughed heartily, and their excited laughter reminded Snape of hyenas in the wasteland.

"Break her legs, too," Voldemort ordered grimly. "Then Brent and McLean, you take her down to torture, and you can find out as much as you can. Don't make it too tattered, such a beauty." Son," his scarlet eyes rolled around among the Death Eaters, and several of them visibly became excited, "Fenrir, I'll reward you after asking."

The spikes came out of the wall automatically, and Marciana slipped softly from the wall, already falling into a coma.Brent and Macklin bowed to accept the order, and with brisk steps, they dragged Marciana behind like a dead body, and went to the dungeon.

Snape sat quietly on one side of the long table, he heard the shrieking screams faintly coming from the direction of the dungeon.He thought quietly, so this is what it feels like to lose your mind.He thought, madness can eat away at the foundation of you as "you" a little bit like this.He felt that his chest was about to explode, and death was a thousand times stronger than the torture he was suffering now.He didn't know how long the nightmare of this moment would stay with him, compared to how tempting it was to die with her.

But they have a mission, a purpose bigger than their own life and death.

She also told him to be patient, that her sacrifice would not be in vain.

Snape blocked all his feelings, locked behind the high walls of his mind - if he couldn't control himself at this moment, it would all be in vain.

He sat as firmly as a rock, the muscles on his face did not tremble at all, and even his eyes were calm.

The image of Marciana flashed, the blood gurgling from her left eye, she lay on the grass and casually said she suffered from Cruciatus, and she curled up to resist the kicks of the two Muggle fighters.

——Her nickname is Cobra, like a snake, she never makes a sound.

wrong.

Snape felt calm and rationality slowly returning to him.

Marciana wasn't behaving right.

Too easily, she was broken too easily.She acted too ordinary, too common sense.

Marciana had spent half her life grinding herself into a sharp sword. If he knew her at all, he would have guessed that she had simulated the situation of being captured by the Dark Lord thousands of times in her mind.Would she really be like this?

But what chance did she have of surviving?

If it was her, even if it was certain death, out of contempt, Voldemort would not let Voldemort listen to her wailing.

Maybe she just couldn't bear it any longer.Such dreadful terrors and torments had she endured!

No, such torture was not enough to break Martha, and it will never break me.She still counts on my news and rescue, and I can still rely on my brain.

He felt hope welling up in his heart, and his boiling blood completely calmed down.

After the Death Eaters finished their chatter and reported their recent movements, the screams in the dungeon still came from time to time.Voldemort said impatiently: "Ask someone to take a look. Don't let them break it too much. I told her that she would reward Fenrir."

After a while, the Death Eater who had gone to check came back in a panic.

"Master, they are not in the dungeon."

"what does that mean?"

"I... I searched carefully... Brent and McLean and... and that witch are not in the dungeon."

Voldemort's scarlet eyes widened, he stood up quickly and strode towards the dungeon, the Death Eaters hurriedly followed.

Snape gave a barely visible smile under his hood.I guessed right.Sure enough, I was right about her.

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