I'm playing a big knife at HP

Sure enough, there was no one in the dungeon, but Marciana's screams still echoed there.

With a wave of Voldemort's wand, the shrill sound stopped abruptly.

"Echo Curse," said Voldemort through gritted teeth.He raised his wand to inspect the dungeon, and suddenly walked towards a corner.

"The spell stops immediately! The truth is revealed!"

The collapsed bodies of Brent and McLean appeared in the corner, and the Death Eaters were silent, but Snape could feel the panic creeping quietly.How could that be, everyone was thinking, with no wand, broken legs, and the Cruciatus Curse, she should have been a lamb by now.Yaxley bent down to examine the two bodies, then stood up.

"Dead. Neck broken."

The muscles on Voldemort's snake face trembled, looking terribly terrifying. "Trash! Trash!!" He gritted his teeth, raised his wand, and cast several poisonous spells at the two corpses, until they were blown to bloody flesh before he finally calmed down.

He looked back at the Death Eaters who were frightened like quail behind him, "Fenrir, can you still smell her?"

The werewolf Fenrir raised his head, carefully sniffed the slightly bloody and rancid air, and showed a ferocious smile, "I can't smell her, what method did she use to cover up the smell...but I can smell her blood !" he howled excitedly, "She's still bleeding! I can smell her blood! Fresh blood!"

"Very well," said Voldemort grimly, "go after it. Kill it immediately if you catch it, and bring me her head. I will send it to Dumbledore myself."

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As Brent and McLean dragged Marciana to the cellar, the female prisoner looked silent with her head on one side.

"Want to wake her up first," said Brent impatiently. "Resuscitating Charm?"

"I'm not going to take that risk, look at me," Maclean said with a grin, "Crucio!"

Like a dead frog electrocuted, their prisoner convulsed for a moment under the force of the spell, and then fell face down on the ground without a sound.

The two looked at each other, and Brent asked suspiciously: "She didn't respond, your spell didn't work?"

"Impossible!" Macklin angrily threw out another Cruciatus Curse, but this time the witch lay on the ground like a dead body, without twitching a single muscle.

"Isn't she going to die? What should I do? My lord will definitely think that we accidentally killed her!"

"No way! But she did bleed a lot..."

There was a look of horror on their faces.

McLean stepped forward, reaching out with a hand to feel for her artery.Suddenly, a hand grasped his forearm like lightning, and yanked it!He was pulled forward by a strong force, and in a blink of an eye, one hand grabbed his throat, and the other hand held his chin.

The dungeon was dim, and Brent didn't fully see what was going on, but he heard a crisp rattling sound, and knew that something was wrong.He threw several curses in that direction one after another, but those spells only hit McLean's limp body.Frightened, Brent cast the Iron Armor Charm on himself several times, and raised his wand for vigilance.

He lowered his head, and was shocked to find that McLean's wand had disappeared, and Marciana's "corpse" had disappeared without a trace.He was about to cast a warning spell when he suddenly felt an invisible hand covering his mouth and a flexible arm wrapped around his neck.

The next moment, he saw his back.

Marciana picked up Brent's wand, stuck it in the back of his waist, and let out a scream.After casting the Echo Charm, she added the Invisibility Charm and the Smell Hide spell to herself.She looked down at the dead bodies of McLean and Brent, squatted down, closed her wide-open eyes, and turned the bodies into two pebbles and threw them aside.

She sat down, first cast spells to heal the piercing wounds on the palms and soles of her feet, then connected the broken legs together, and released several healing spells one after another—the effect was very limited, after all, it was black magic that hurt her, She needs potions and a longer recovery time.She gritted her teeth, tore off a few strips of fabric from the tattered jumper, tightly fixed the broken bone, and wrapped it around and around.She stood up, took two steps, cast a mutant joy spell on herself that could relieve pain, and ran towards the exit.

Marciana escaped from the mansion, carefully avoided the defense mechanism, and finally climbed over the last wall and came to the wilderness.

She had a headache and found that she couldn't Apparate—she had escaped from the Death Eaters' lair for more than a mile, but still couldn't, it was as if the entire mountain had been cast with an anti-apparation spell.

The mansion was built on a hillside, and behind it was a precipitous mountain, with steep hillsides and cliffs.Under the cliff, the silver night mist lingers, and an ancient forest spreads endlessly.

When Marciana ran a mile away from the edge of the cliff, she heard howling wolves behind her.

It was Fenrir Greyback.They found out.

She ran with a limp on her injured legs.She ran as hard as she could, not much faster than walking—her calves were already swollen to the size of her thighs, and the Joy Charm couldn't quite cover the pain of every step, let alone a quick walk.She lost a lot of blood, was thirsty and tired, and had bouts of dizziness.The wound caused by the black magic is still bleeding out, and the blood drips on the ground, showing her direction to the enemy.

She felt sleepy and cold in fits and starts—without the blood tonic, she would have bled to death even if she hadn't been caught.

She turned her eyes to the endless forest.The tall ancient trees stood majestically in the night, and she felt a kind of awe that has been deeply rooted in our genes since the ancestors of human beings.

Tonight, however, she seeks refuge in the ancient forest.

She dragged her weak legs forward step by step.

She climbed down the cliff little by little, and had to use all four limbs to slow her descent. The wound on her leg was repeatedly bruised, and the pain made her nausea.

There are still 200 meters.She could already see the edge of the forest.

The next moment, her knees gave way, she fell to the ground and rolled down a long way, hitting her back hard against a big rock.She tried to stand up, but fell limp again.

Leg hurts to the limit.

There were stars in her eyes, and she felt cold sweat seeping out layer by layer.She wants to throw up.

Mom, Dad, Julia, Cillion.

I can't die, I want to live.

She kept her eyes on the edge of the forest, and dragged her body with her hands to crawl in that direction.

Her spirit began to slacken, and her tiredness overwhelmed her little by little, and she felt that she had seen her mother in a trance.Her mother held her in her arms as she had when she was a child, humming a nursery rhyme in Irish.She said it was a song sung by druids when they prayed for the protection of the forest.

She followed her mother and hummed softly.She gripped the soil tightly with her fingers, blood seeping into the ground, and with her arms, elbows, and knees, she firmly moved herself towards the forest.

The howling of wolves was getting closer, and they would be there soon after a few miles away.

She felt the soft fallen leaves beneath her, she smelled the fragrance of plants, her cheeks were caressed by the cool, moist vapor, and she heard the sound of the forest—a sound as distant as an Irish bagpipe, beautiful.

A bottle of rare potion once awakened the memory of Marciana's maternity line. At this time, a song that was only passed down by word of mouth among the druids and had long been lost in the torrent of time was hummed softly.

She felt the magic of this forest, such a powerful, ancient, vibrant magic that cannot be tamed and utilized.The magic answered her singing, an ancient prayer in her maternal blood.

Marciana couldn't help smiling.She finally understood why she couldn't apparate in the wasteland - the forest was too powerful.Tears welled up in her eyes, and she bent down and kissed the ground.

Mother, what you say is true, the song of the forest.

She also knew that she would definitely not die here today, because she had obtained the most powerful rescue and the most merciful protection.

When the Death Eaters reached the edge of the cliff, the clues were broken: Fenrir Grieback could no longer smell blood, and there were no traces on the ground.

what to do?They looked at each other, should they chase after them?

Narcissa Malfoy said cautiously, "We can't chase into it. This is one of the oldest forests in Caledonia. It is said that its magic and will still remain. It is ten times more dangerous than the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts." More than once, the wizard who rushed in... never came out."

"But the master wants her head..." said Selwyn hesitantly.

"You are welcome," Snape said softly, "Your Excellency will reward you greatly for your loyalty...if we can recover your half-eaten body." After finishing speaking, he walked back Go, Narcissa hastily followed.

Hearing this, the already shaken Death Eaters turned their heads one after another. Fenrir was the only one who lingered unwillingly for a while, and finally had to leave.

Narcissa Malfoy and Snape walked side by side, Narcissa said in a very low voice: "Draco said she might recognize him..." Her voice trembled slightly, "He said she Seemed to back off at the last moment. Do you think... Severus, you're the only one here who knows Marciana LaRosa, do you think it's possible for her to recognize Draco?"

"I'm not there, Narcissa." Snape replied calmly, "I can't answer your question. But if I were you, I would persuade the Dark Lord not to send Draco on missions. Even this time If you are not recognized, there will be a next time. There are not too few members of the Order of the Phoenix who recognize Draco." Snape whispered, "The Dark Lord still wants Draco to stay at Hogwarts, doesn't he?"

Narcissa's complexion became surprisingly pale, her lips trembled for a long time, but she couldn't say anything.After a long time, she whispered, "You're right...I'll try to persuade the Dark Lord...I think even Bella will be on my side." Narcissa's delicate face showed a pleading look, "You Will you speak for me too, Severus?"

"With the wisdom of the Dark Lord, he will naturally see the pros and cons and make the best decision."

Narcissa Malfoy understood, and some blood returned to her face.They walked side by side in silence for a while, and she finally asked very softly: "...Why? Marciana La Rosa...Why did she stop?"

Snape didn't answer her, and when Narcissa thought he would not answer, he said: "Since she has entered that forest, does the reason matter?"

Narcissa didn't speak anymore, the two of them were silent, and walked towards the towering and gloomy mansion in the distance.

The author has something to say: Maye has been concentrating on running around in these chapters.Snape chased after him furiously, trying to let go of this comrade who was frantically tempting on the verge of death, and chased for several chapters.

As a nanny, the professor is really impeccable (thumb