I'm playing a big knife at HP

As soon as Snape found a chance to escape, he sent the Patronus to send a message to Dumbledore, and he quietly turned back, back to the edge of the cliff.He watched the forest quietly for a moment, then jumped off the cliff.The night wind puffed up his robe, and he glides like a big bird, burrowing headlong into the legendary dense forest.

If you really still have the ancient will, please shelter her, please take me to her side.

Snape held up his wand and walked forward step by step in the dense forest. The light at the tip of the wand illuminated a small space around him.There were rustling sounds in the grass, as if countless pairs of eyes were secretly looking at him in the dark.He looked back at the mark he left, and suddenly had a bad premonition, and quickly turned around to trace back along the mark he left behind.Although the forest behind him was still full of shadows, it was completely different from the landform he walked through in his memory.

Cold sweat dripped down his back.There seemed to be a deep sigh coming from the forest, like the grunt of a very old man.Snape turned his head abruptly, and continued walking quickly, only to find that the mark left before had disappeared without a trace—not only that, but the stone in front of him, as well as the clump of moonlight grass, were never here.

His extremities felt cold.It turns out that the rumors about the magic of this forest and the remaining natural will are not just legends.

If this continues, he will get lost here just like countless trespassing wizards before.Worse, he'll never find Martha, she'll just bleed to death somewhere.

At this moment, the hooves of some large animal came from behind him, and Snape turned alertly and raised his wand.

A huge red deer emerged from behind a tree.That beautiful creature had a pair of sharp seven-pronged horns, at least two meters in length, and was much taller than him including the horns.Snape slowly lowered his right hand in a non-aggressive gesture while maintaining eye contact vigilantly.The red deer looked at the wizard quietly, turned around after a while, walked away a few steps, and looked back at him again.

Snape couldn't figure out its intention, decided to proceed with caution, so he stood still.

Seeing that he was not moving, the red deer barked impatiently, took two steps, and then turned back to stare at him.Its meaning was clear now, and Snape followed.

One person and one deer gradually penetrated into the hinterland of the forest, bypassing the thick branches, jumping over the moss-covered rocks, and walked for an unknown distance before stopping.They came to a small clearing in the woods, which had no memorable features except a small clear spring.The red deer circled around a tree, lowered its head and pawed the ground with its hooves, barked again, and ran away.

At this time, the sky had turned from dark blue to a thinner, more transparent and bright blue, and the milky white mist was lingeringly floating in the bushes and grass. Snape was alone in this glade, confused.

He was regretting that he should carelessly followed the red deer deep into the jungle, but he heard a soft female voice behind him, "Hey!"

He hurriedly turned his head, only to see a slender figure suddenly outlined under the tree in the twilight of the sky, a black-haired witch appeared under the big tree, leaning against the trunk, showing him a weak yet warm smile, " You are here."

Snape had never seen Marciana in such a state of embarrassment before. There was a hideous gash on her left eye socket, with blood on half of her face, and cold sweat and dust on the other half of her face. However, he felt that it was The gentlest, most beautiful, most heart-warming smile he had ever seen.

He hurried over and lifted her face gently with one hand to check the wound on her eye.The wound was still bleeding.

"Close your eyes."

He drew his wand, pointed the tip at her wound, and began to chant a long counter-curse.Marciana's eyelashes trembled, she took a light breath, and held her breath.Snape thought that her wound was in pain, so he speeded up his chanting. The bleeding wound stopped bleeding first, and then closed his mouth after a while, leaving only a pink scar.

Marciana still had her eyes tightly closed, her left eye socket was covered with thick blood scabs, and she couldn't see clearly.

Snape spoke with difficulty: "Am I..." He gritted his teeth, "Is your eyes...have I..."

Marciana opened her eyes and smiled at him. The eyelashes of her left eye were clotted with blood, but the bright eyeballs were still moving flexibly, the same color as the morning sky.

"I avoided it at the time and didn't hurt my eyeball. I lied to them."

Snape breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he half-knelt down, untied the blood-soaked cloth on her leg, and touched the broken part of her calf inch by inch with his fingers. After finding that the bones were perfectly connected, he pointed at the wound with the tip of his stick and recited Undo the curse.He put his wounded leg on his knees, and leaned over to say an old ballad-like incantation, and the magic flowed from the tip of the wand and his fingertips in a steady stream--in fact, the incantation was ancient, because this longing and Calling is the most primitive of human beings, born with the most primitive and strong emotions.

No matter what continent, what race, what language they speak, whether they are wizards, witches, druids, monks, or shamans, they have used their magic countless times to send out the same prayer as him: please heal me This fallen companion, call her back to us.

The old forest heard his magical song, and answered him in a low voice.

By the time Snape cleaned off the black magic on her legs and allowed the wounds to heal, he was already sweating slightly on his brow.He looked up, only to see Marciana staring at him without blinking, with an expression on his face that he had never seen before, as if joyful, timid, and confused.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." She lowered her head and said softly, "I want to wash my face."

"Drink this first." He handed over a small bottle of bone-boosting potion and a small bottle of blood tonic.

The big tree that Marciana leaned on was by the spring.She bent down, scooped up water and splashed it on her face.Beads of water dripped down her handsome nose and chin, and her jet-black hair fell into the water from the side of her face and spread out, reminding Snape of the nymphs in Waterhouse's paintings.

Marciana carefully washed her hands, face, and blood-stained hair, and rinsed the blood on her legs with a spring of clear water.In the end, she took out a handkerchief from her bosom, but found that the handkerchief was already stained with blood and could no longer be used, so she bit her lip annoyed.

Snape handed over his handkerchief, Marciana seemed taken aback, but took it and thanked her in a low voice, and wiped her face and neck clean.She washed the blood off her face, revealing the pink scar.Snape frowned.

"Close your eyes again."

She closed her eyes obediently, and he took out a bottle of Baixian, dipped some on her face with his fingers.She raised her face, her cheeks became paler under the twilight morning light, her long black eyelashes still had a little moisture, her full lips lost their usual blood color, but the playful dimple under the bead of her lips showed.His fingertips slid across her brow bone, and her well-shaped eyebrows on the right became thicker and darker due to moisture, but a small piece of her left eyebrow was shaved off.

There had to be a way to make those eyebrows grow, Snape thought.But even with the scars, Martha was still beautiful, only wilder.He remembered that she had not forgotten to provoke Bellatrix while running away, and couldn't help but smile.

When Marciana opened her eyes, she could still see a lingering smile on his face.

There are certain destined moments in life that change us completely, and we don't necessarily know their significance at the time.For example, an owl landed on your window sill with an envelope written in emerald green letters. For example, when you walked home that day, you wanted to hug your younger siblings and act like a baby to your mother. For example, a wizard He is concentrating on treating you, his magic is like the most beautiful symphony, his magic power surrounds your wound, and passes through your chest cavity like an electric current, clenching your heart tightly.

At this moment, she realized that something she did not want to face may have happened to her a long time ago.This thing is so deadly and irresistible, it seems to be connected with fate.She denied herself repeatedly and made excuses, but what she knew, she knew early on.

Snape saw Marciana's eyes open, those clear eyes were fixed on him, and there was something in his eyes that he couldn't understand.He thought he understood what she hadn't said: "don't worry, there won't be any scars."

But she didn't seem to care, those charming eyes were still looking at him so intently.Their faces were so close, even if she breathed lightly, he could still feel the slight heat on his cheeks.Snape suddenly felt uncomfortable at the distance he had shortened due to the application of the potion. He straightened up, lowered his head and pretended to concentrate on packing up the potion bag with him.

Why is she looking at me like that?How could she look at someone like that?

Snape decided to stop thinking about it and focus on their situation.

After all, they were now lost in the heart of an enchanted forest, unable to Apparate, and only one of them could move.

"It takes 24 hours for your leg bones to fully grow, and you can't walk during that time," said Snape businesslike. "That leaves us with no choice. I'll have to carry you on my back until you're fully healed." March."

Marciana's eyes widened slightly, then she pursed her lips and lowered her head.

Snape resisted her silent acquiescence, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, followed by a trace of irritation, he said patiently: "This is not the time to lose your temper. Use the Levitation Charm to move a grown witch like you for a whole day It's completely unrealistic, and you and I know the risks of delaying a day in such an environment."

Marciana still lowered her head, and Snape suddenly felt that her appearance was extremely dazzling.He stood up abruptly, gritted his teeth and said, "Then what do you want?"

He felt that he shouldn't be so angry. After all, she was in such a situation thanks to him. Normally, even he should be somewhat wronged.But when he thought of her falling into this situation and rejecting him, an unknown fire burned in his chest, making him want to say something that would embarrass her too.

He took a few deep breaths, forced himself to turn around without looking at her face, and concentrated on using the Vanishing Charm to clean up the blood-stained cloth strips on the ground.The blood stains on the cloth strips stung his eyes again, and he couldn't help sneering: "I almost forgot, Miss Larosa is a powerful person who can come and go in and out of the Dark Lord's lair at will, but her legs are broken. You can also escape from birth, and it is more than enough to come and leave here. But if you are brave enough to leave, I am afraid that your legs will be interrupted and reconnected when you go back. Of course, this is the same as..."

He suddenly felt that the hem of his robe was being pulled, and he lowered his head and stared at her.

"You are really impatient." Marciana said softly, "You are willing, what can I not?"

Although she opened her mouth to attack personally, Snape's anger was inexplicably extinguished.He squinted his eyes and sized her up, snorted coldly, turned around and squatted down with a reluctance.He felt a pair of slender and slightly cool arms around his neck, a curly black hair falling from his shoulders to his chest, a soft body covered his back, and a small face drooped. Next to his cheek, there was a thin breathing sound.He stood up, put his hands on her legs, and was surprised to see that she was no heavier than a rag doll.

"It's half a floating spell, it can be maintained with very little mana." He heard her say in his ear, "After all, it's in the wild, the situation is so dangerous, we can't consume your energy too much."

He didn't know whether he should be offended by her suspicion of his physical ability, or satisfied by her obedient and considerate, so he mumbled "pretend to be smart" and walked forward.

At this time the sun had risen, and the morning sunlight penetrated through the dense forest and hit the grass in bunches, illuminating the large clusters of bright yellow and pink and purple wild flowers.Marciana suddenly became happy, she patted Snape's chest with her left hand, and waved her right hand forward like a charging warrior: "We're moving forward!"

"Miss Larosa, if you dare to do the action just now, I will throw you off the first cliff that is high enough."

Marciana wasn't afraid, and asked with a smile, "Why do you take the risk to come to me by yourself? Disapparation is not allowed here. What if a mysterious person suddenly summons you?"

"If I hadn't come to you, by the time the Order of the Phoenix found a place, you would have bled to death. Besides, he won't. He told me to keep an eye on Dumbledore, and he won't look for me again in the near future."

"Then what if, what if you are summoned? What do you say when he asks you?"

Snape sneered, and tilted his head: "Then I'll tell you that I secretly came in to find you eager to do something good."

"Wow, what kind of reward will you get for such a great contribution?"

"Probably Cruciatus, because he acted without obeying orders."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's not cost-effective, it's better to let me knock you unconscious and run away."

"Now that I know I have escaped, why didn't you leave when I told you to leave?"

He didn't hear the answer, but felt the arms around his neck tightened, presumably she had a denial look on her face.He couldn't keep asking, so he said in a low voice: "Don't do this next time, just save your own life. I don't need your cover. Besides, even if I am a spy, I may not be more valuable than you. Without me, Dumbledore can think of other ways."

"It's not all because you're a spy." Her voice muffled from his ear.

Snape immediately warned himself not to have inappropriate associations—she had always been very loyal to her friends, and she could risk herself alone because of the affection Lily had shown her when she was a child.It's just that she only has one life, but she has so many friends. If it weren't for her high skills, how could a small life be enough for her?Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling depressed again.

But at this moment, Marciana pinched his shoulders recklessly: "Has anyone ever told you that you are so skinny that it hurts to carry someone on your back?"

Snape's little thought was instantly dispelled with anger: "Do I look like someone who likes to run around behind people's backs?! No, no one has ever said that! And if you dare to say a word, I will lock your tongue .”

But Marciana seemed very happy: "Really? Am I really the first person you've ever memorized?" She turned her head to look at him, her hair fell on his chest, "Even playing games when I was a child Haven't you carried other children on your back?"

Snape, who spent all her skill points on intelligence when she was a child, and didn't have a same-sex playmate, didn't want to know what idiot game she played when she was a child.

Marciana seemed very satisfied, and hummed a little tune in a good mood: "...ask her to make me a linen shirt, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, no seams on it , and no need for needles..."

He recognized the ballad, but she sang it with tender joy in such a sad tone.He listened silently, walking in the morning light, and the midsummer forest was peaceful and warm.

The author has something to say: 1. BGM=Ilbell'Antionio, TemaIII, played by Yo-Yo Ma/Can'helpfallinginlove, byHaleyReinhart

2. Waterhouse, referring to John Williams Waterhouse. Waterhouse is a painter who is more popular among contemporary people. There are also many printed reproductions of his works, which are used as decorations in various places.I think that Snape, who grew up in Muggle society, has seen his works with a high probability. With his thirst for knowledge and strong memory, it is not surprising that he remembers his name after seeing it.

3. Marciana sang Scarborough Fair.