I'm playing a big knife at HP

1996. 7, 7

I don't know if it's because the potion is so effective, or because the wizard has good physical fitness, or because Marciana is naturally tough. Don't look at the way Snape picked up Marciana yesterday morning, she looked like she was going to die at any time. The man could run and jump again.As soon as she recovered, the speed of the two of them increased dramatically.

Before the sun rose above her head, Marciana suddenly felt her body loosen, holding Snape, she turned around on the spot, and appeared five steps away with a snap.She turned her head to look at him with a smile on her face, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief: finally came out.

"Where are you going next? I went to Grimmauld Place to report my safety, and then I went home. How about you? Will you go with me?" She looked at him expectantly, "You saved My life, at least let me express my gratitude."

"No, I'm going back to Hogwarts."

"Didn't you usually go home during the summer vacation?" Marciana was curious. "The Dark Lord told you to watch Dumbledore, so you don't have to go back to school to watch?"

"Usually," said Snape grimly, "but there's a vermin living in my house. If I don't want Wormtail reporting to the Dark Lord that I haven't been seen for two days, I'd better move to Honolulu." Gwartz go."

"Peter Pedilu is living in your house now?" Marciana's eyes were full of sympathy, "The Dark Lord doesn't trust you, and sent him to watch you?"

Snape responded with a caring look: "The Dark Lord never trusted anyone."

"That's right." She patted him on the shoulder pityingly, "Tsk tsk, living with Wormtail, you can't do anything to him yet. Thank you for your hard work."

Snape wanted to protest against the idea of ​​cohabitation, but he couldn't find a more suitable word after much deliberation, so he swallowed his anger.

"Since this is the case, we have no choice but to say goodbye here." Marciana said with a smile.

Although it was time to leave, Snape always felt that there was something else he wanted to say, but he couldn't find a topic for a while.

Seeing that he was not moving, Marciana lowered her head and thought for a while, then said very sincerely: "Thank you for saving my life. I remember your kindness, and I will save you once I have the chance."

Snape's desire to speak was instantly wiped out: "I thank you."

Before the other party could answer, he disapparated with a black face.

On the evening of July 1996, 7, the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Snape and Dumbledore sat on either side of the desk, staring at each other.Dumbledore's right hand was blackened, but he looked calm, while Snape's face was mixed with anger, self-mockery, disbelief, pale and livid at times.The two wizards exchanged eye contact in silence, the only sound in the room was Fox gnawing on the cuttlebone.

Snape's changing expression finally froze on a sneer: "Do you want me to do it now? Or do you need a little time to conceive a tombstone?"

I happen to be angry enough to launch Avada Kedavra on you right now, he gritted his teeth.

Dumbledore smiled. "Oh, not yet, I think, the moment will come when it comes. Judging from what happened tonight, we can be sure it will happen within a year."

Snape hated his upright appearance the most, and Dumbledore's calm made his anger even stronger: "Since you don't care about death, why don't you let Draco succeed?"

"That boy's soul hasn't been completely ruined, and I don't want to tear it apart for my sake."

Snape was struck by the cruelty implied in the sentence.Even if he knew that Dumbledore had a ruthless side, he never thought that he would say such ruthless words to his face.He couldn't help blurting out: "And my soul, Dumbledore? Mine?"

Snape couldn't help regretting this sentence, and regretted it, and was angry at the weakness he had exposed.I'm not indifferent - I trust him, I even have expectations of him.It was I who gave him the power to hurt me.

Dumbledore looked at him mildly and said, "Only you know if helping an old man from pain and disgrace will not hurt your soul. Severus, I beg you to do this great thing for me, because death is so important to me. It's as sure as the Chudley Cannons will finish last in the league this year. To be honest, I'd rather die quickly and without pain than drag it out and die embarrassingly, like, Greyback involved—I hear Voldemort enlisted him too? Or it fell into the hands of dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before eating it."

The old man's blue eyes looked at Snape sharply, with a hint of pleading in addition to their usual sharpness.

Snape didn't answer.Deep down, he knew that his soul would not be damaged by this, because it was not in his values ​​to be shameful to give a mortal old man a pain-free end.He also knew that Dumbledore was right, if he fell into the hands of other Death Eaters, he would not only be tortured, but also humiliated before his death.No matter how much Snape resented some of Dumbledore's actions, he admired the old wizard. He believed that such a wizard deserved a dignified death that fit his status.

What if Draco did it?He suddenly remembered what Moody had said - "Too small...the blood shouldn't be on your hands", and the remorse that the old Auror with a will like steel showed at that moment.

Draco Malfoy wasn't Lucius, he'd done the worst thing he'd ever done, he'd just scolded his classmate Mudblood, sued his dad and himself for Gryffindor.

He thought of Draco's expression of turning his head away when someone was being tortured, his eyes closed, of the pale and thin boy who angrily accused himself of stealing his father's position, but still unconsciously leaned towards him during the battle .

Snape closed his eyes.He was unwilling to kill Dumbledore, and he even doubted whether he could gather enough killing intent.But if people like myself don't know if they can do it, it's even harder for Draco.He opened his eyes to see that Dumbledore was still looking at him firmly and patiently.

Voldemort used threats and inducements to get others to do his will, but Dumbledore was even better at convincing you to voluntarily do things you would never otherwise do.Voldemort uses a person's desires and fears, while Dumbledore uses your remaining weaknesses and tenderness - which is more despicable, using a person's evil or using a person's goodness?

Whatever the answer, at least Snape knew he was on the same page as one of them.

He imagined his situation after doing Dumbledore's will.How should a spy who kills his only online agent, a kite with a broken string, and a lost dog who loses its last shelter deal with it?And if he was indeed sent back to Hogwarts after this, he would have to face all his colleagues.

He didn't want to imagine the look on Minerva's face.

And Martha.She will not forgive me, and she may regret the trust and friendship she once had for herself.

I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it anymore, I might really reject Dumbledore.

Snape suddenly felt very ridiculous.

Martha was never mine and never will be mine.Her friendship, Minerva's friendship with their colleagues, and Hogwarts' asylum were originally bestowed by Dumbledore, but now that he wanted to take it back, why did he cling to it so hard.

Give it back to him.

Snape nodded slightly.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Severus..."

Snape sneered and shook his head: "Albus Dumbledore, you have no idea that what you want me to give up is everything I have now."

"No, I know, I'm really sorry, and it pains me to have to ask you to do such a thing." Dumbledore said sadly, "Although this matter must be kept secret, I can't exempt you from seeing it in Huobi later." Gwarz and the possible hostility in the Order of the Phoenix, but I will tell Martha, and I can at least ensure that she knows that you are acting under my orders."

Snape didn't show any emotion on his face, but alarm bells were ringing in his heart.

"Marciana? Why do you only tell her?" He asked calmly, with just the right curiosity on his face.

"First, when the war is over, if we are lucky enough to win, someone has to testify to you that you are always on our side. Second, I don't want you to be alone and helpless after my death. More importantly," Deng said. Bullido sighed: "We don't want her to put you on the kill list, do we?"

Such a big life-threatening suddenly fell on Snape's head, and he couldn't stop feeling sad.

"You think she'd..."

"It's not that I'm such a bad old man trying to overestimate my status in Martha's mind, but if she thinks you lied to her and killed me, yes, I think she will."

Snape: ... careless, that's the kind of person she is.

"And if she is really determined to assassinate you, I'm afraid..." Dumbledore paused, and quickly added, "You are a very talented and very witty wizard, Severus, I don't deny that This, but Martha..." The headmaster said very tactfully, "We'd better not take this risk."

Snape was very upset, but he thought of Marciana's "feat" of sneaking into the headquarters to kidnap Wormtail, of her daring to kill Titus Rolle at the age of 20, of her ghostly speed and her sharp and invincible sword. Finally, I remembered that she was someone who could hold grudges for more than ten years.

"You're right," Snape said firmly. "We're not going to take that risk."

"I think so too."

"It's not that I'm afraid of her..."

"Of course, of course... It's just that there is no need for internal friction, absolutely unnecessary." Dumbledore nodded knowingly.

Snape had mixed feelings.Although he couldn't produce evidence, he still faintly felt despised.

"Oh, one more thing," Dumbledore said suddenly and casually, "When your patron saint came to report to me a few days ago, I thought it had grown a little bit in size, what do you think?"

"Really? I didn't notice." Snape's expression was equally casual.

"I think so, although it looks very similar, there are some differences in the details." Dumbledore said sharply, "It is not obvious to the bystanders, but to you as the caster , the change of mood should not be difficult to detect."

Snape's face flushed first, and then turned pale: "If you have something to say, you might as well just say it, why go around in circles."

"I don't have anything else to say, but—forgive me—curiosity is a thing of the past."

"Curious what?"

"Wondering if you're in love with Martha."

Snape was stunned by his bluntness, but his expression returned to normal in an instant, and he smiled sarcastically: "Seriously, Dumbledore, is this your guess? Don't worry, I have no wishful thinking about your precious Valkyrie."

"I didn't mean that," said Dumbledore quietly, "and I don't think it's any wishful thinking."

"Are you encouraging me, if I hear you right?" Snape smirked. "Whenever I think I've seen your cruelty, you always open my eyes again. Forcing a man to give up the last It is one thing to commit murder against one’s will, but to encourage unrealistic hopes on top of it—if the former is compelled, the latter is simply cruelty.”

"Severus, you misunderstood me." Dumbledore frowned, "I'm afraid you misunderstood Martha as well."

"What did I misunderstand? Did you mean you didn't encourage me? Or did you think it wasn't cruel? She couldn't have told you she was madly in love with me, could she?"

When Dumbledore heard the last sentence, a very suspicious and hateful smile appeared on his face: "Unfortunately, none of these three are true. However, you may have underestimated your importance to her."

"Importance?! You just said that if I kill you, she will kill me!" Snape couldn't help complaining, "Don't you think it's inconsistent!"

"Yes, but know that there is nothing more irrational than a broken heart."

Snape firmly believed that the shameless boss in front of him was talking nonsense, and even he didn't believe what he said, so he said coldly, "I don't think I have the ability to hurt her."

"If you insist on that, well, it's a matter for you young people," said Dumbledore, smiling. "Anyway, please don't break her heart—I don't want to lose you too soon."

This time, Snape felt blatantly despised, and he had proof.

The author has something to say: Note: Valkyrie, Valkyrie, also translated Valkyrie.The goddess of war who assists Odin in Norse mythology.

This is the only update today.It's not that I can't bear to boast, but I think the following chapters need to be revised, and I will take it easy today.Everyone, don't hit me for the sake of me being connected to Wanchang for three days (lay flat