I'm playing a big knife at HP

Marciana came down the spiral staircase menacingly, and Snape followed her, feeling a rage bubbling and bubbling beneath her slender frame, emitting an ominous pressure over time.When they walked into the corridor, Snape felt his arms tighten, and he was dragged into an empty classroom in a blink of an eye, and the door slammed shut.

Marciana threw a few silence spells and anti-eavesdropping spells, and pressed her forehead with one hand: "Unbreakable oath?! What are you thinking! Can this kind of oath be made casually?"

Snape regretted it very much now: "Bellatrix was there when Narcissa made the third request, and it would look suspicious if I refused..."

"You shouldn't have agreed in the first place!" Marciana jumped, her cheeks flushed with anger, "When did our Slytherin head become so talkative?"

"Draco is only 16 years old, what can he do if I don't help him?" Snape sighed, "Bellatrix has been accusing me of running away and not doing my best, and Narcissa... Such a proud woman, like crazy, knelt on the ground and begged me..."

"Narcissa Malfoy is crying." Marciana said each word, her eyes blushing, "She was crying and begging you, and you just promised your life."

"You're an idiot, Snape." She laughed self-deprecatingly. "No, I'm an idiot! I'm the greatest idiot in the world. I value your life more than mine, and you — Narcissa Malfoy cried, ha! — I was the stupid one!”

She pushed Snape hard, her face was full of anger, but tears rolled down her flushed face, which made her look a bit pitiful.

Snape's wizarding instincts kicked in again - he couldn't say why, but he knew that if he didn't explain it right away, it would be the end of the game.

"Listen," he put his hands on her shoulders, "believe it or not, Lucius and Narcissa are my only friends among the Death Eaters. They even saved my life. Narcissa Although Sha didn't threaten me with this, I can't help but repay them. Draco is desperate, and to be honest, if I don't help him, he will either kill himself or kill others. "

Marciana was stunned, calmed down, and asked in a nasal voice: "They saved you?"

"Yes, sort of. The day I returned to the Dark Lord's command more than a year ago, Lucius spoke for me, otherwise the Dark Lord might have killed me before I could speak. Narcissa also said a few times for me before." A kind word may not seem like much to you, but among the Death Eaters, it is already a great friendship."

"Oh..." Marciana said in a muffled voice with red eyes and nose, "So that's the case. There's nothing you can do about it. You owe them favors. If you meet Lucius Malfoy in the future, I'll let him go too."

She pulled her sleeves in embarrassment, and said vaguely: "You really care about Draco. I saw him that day. Voldemort is really nothing."

Snape noticed that her attitude had softened, and decided to strike while the iron was hot, knowing it with emotion: "You may not believe it, but I hugged Draco when he was a child. I have never seen Lucius Malfoy so proud, he Showed off his son to everyone he knew - an exaggeration, even by Malfoy's standards."

"Really?" Marciana laughed through her tears. "Do you know who I hugged? Neville. He was very cute when he was young."

"Longbottom?!"

"Well, Neville Longbottom." She sighed nostalgicly, "My Legilimency was taught by Alice Longbottom."

Thinking of Alice Longbottom's current situation, they couldn't help but fell silent.

"Then, for your sake, I'll be kinder to Longbottom in the future." Snape said reluctantly, and then justified himself: "I couldn't blame it all before, he was really stupid."

Marciana glared at him: "Neville is so stupid! Huh, you are smart. Neville will not be in your advanced potions class when he starts sixth grade. Isn't it too late for you to be nice now? "

Snape, who had some inside information about future personnel changes, snorted without explaining.

Marciana's anger came and went for no reason and disappeared inexplicably. She couldn't figure out why she lost her composure like this, and felt a little empty.She took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears on her face, and said with her head down, "Let's go, Albus is still waiting."

Seeing her listless look, Snape said, "Do you know what interesting thing I thought of just now?"

"what?"

"When you were advising Dumbledore just now, I was thinking..." He purposely dragged his voice out, seeing her staring wide-eyed before saying, "The slasher maniac, we can't tell the enemy from himself." .”

Marciana opened her mouth in disbelief, and pulled out her wand angrily, "How dare you mention this nickname! I'll let you know what it means to be indistinguishable!"

Snape sneered, but blocked the two spells without delay.Marciana chased after her in a rage.The two professors swept the floor gracefully and cast spells flying in the corridor, but Marciana's slight depression really disappeared.

10 minutes later, the principal's office.

Snape lined up potions such as blood-replenishing, pain-relieving, and refreshing potions, and Marciana held the sword in both hands. The blade was filled with magic power, and the dazzling blue light spit out half a foot.Snape didn't even see her movement clearly, the cursed hand fell off with a flash of blue light - not to mention the spread of the curse, not even a drop of blood flowed.Marciana sealed the wound with her own magic power. Snape muttered with the wand in one hand, and passed a bottle of potion in the other. Dumbledore, who was in a cold sweat from the pain, drank it, and the wound healed completely within seconds. up.

"How does it feel?" Marciana asked.

Snape continued to mutter, and nodded after a long time, "The curse is indeed lifted, he is now in good health except for one missing hand."

The three of them looked down at the severed hand—without Dumbledore's strong magical resistance, the hand had been swallowed up by the curse, leaving only a charred black bone, but the curse was naturally lifted.

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The summer of 1996 was very long.

Even though Marciana met Voldemort twice within two weeks, she almost lost her life before halfway through July, and the rest of the time was no better than the first two weeks.

As soon as Marciana recovered from her injury, she rushed to the front line and fought against the Dark Lord's camp.Voldemort had a small belly and ordered to kill Marciana, the chicken who slipped away twice, so as to scare the monkeys of the Order of the Phoenix.But in order to save her life, she was so shameless that she simply packed her bags and moved to Hogwarts. When she was not on missions, she either hid in the school or stayed in Grimmauld Place, so that Voldemort didn't even have a chance to deal with her personally.His subordinates couldn't beat him, and he couldn't find them. Voldemort felt that he had lost face on Marciana, and punished several Death Eaters in anger.The Death Eaters knew that she was difficult to deal with, and they would swarm her every time they saw her. After several beatings like this, there was unexpected joy—Marciana retrieved the blackthorn she had lost from a Death Eater. wand.

That Death Eater was quite experienced. During the battle, Moody used the Disarming Curse to take away the wand, and found a spare one. Coincidentally, it was the one Marciana was seized the day she was captured.The blackthorn wand was majestic in Marciana's hands, but it didn't listen to the command of the unlucky Death Eater. The unlucky guy didn't even have a chance to resist before being knocked down by Marciana.

"It's nothing to be caught and suffer once, it just costs money." This day Marciana went to Snape for treatment again in disgrace, complaining, "I was searched by your Death Eater colleagues, and my wand was taken away." Forget it, even the first aid kit was taken away."

Marciana felt very distressed: "The Elixir of Bliss and the antidote for snake venom you gave me are all inside!"

Snape glanced at her troubled face: "It's good to have my wand back."

"Well, since Ollivander was kidnapped, wands are no longer easy to handle. No wonder no one is willing to waste a second-hand wand now." Marciana twirled the lost wand between her fingers, "But That person has bad eyesight. My old buddy is even more tempered than Alastor, and it took me several years to fully fit in with it."

This is unusual.Snape became curious: "What material is your wand made of?"

"Blackthorn wood, the wand core of the phoenix's tail feather." Marciana touched the wand lovingly.

"Wood is thorny, and the core of the stick is disobedient. It is an unruly material from the inside to the outside. No wonder others can't use it. It suits you."

Satisfied, Marciana inserted the wand into the sleeve and patted it, "Of course." She rolled her eyes, "I said Severus, do you know who stole my magic wand that day? Medicine bag?"

Snape glanced at her. "Don't even think about it."

Seeing her unconvinced look, he explained patiently: "The order from the Dark Lord is that you will be shot and killed if you see it. If you want to sneak into the headquarters again, it will be impossible to escape if you are caught this time."

Marciana sighed: "It's a pity that you have the Elixir of Bliss and the only antidote for snake venom."

Without looking up, Snape applied the potion to the last wound on her leg.Watching her roll down her pant legs again, he suddenly said, "I noticed that since Amelia Burns was killed, you haven't worn any color other than black."

Marciana paused, lowered her head and continued to arrange her clothes, "Yes."

"You and her..."

"Ms. Burns is a very good boss. When I just graduated, I skipped the Auror training and took the assessment directly. Many people in the ministry opposed it. She stood up and used her reputation as a guarantee to give me a chance. Later I Passed, some seniors said strange things and refused to go out with me on missions, but she trusted me and gave me a very difficult mission, giving me a chance to stand up - after that time, I was considered an Auror I don’t know why, but Ms. Burns never doubted me.” Marciana smiled, “When you were young, it was very lucky to have such an elder and role model This kind of kindness cannot be forgotten. "

Snape's impression of Amelia Bones was just a symbol, a fairly upright Director of Magical Law Enforcement.Hearing what Marciana said, the square-jawed, broad-shouldered witch in my impression, who was as tough as a rock, seemed to have a touch of softness.He paused: "I'm sorry."

She lowered her head, touched the wand, and asked slowly: "The ministry said that the man did it himself, is it true?"

"I think so."

Snape thought that Marciana would say some harsh words, but she just thanked him and wrapped herself in a black robe in silence.

A few days later, Snape privately gave Marciana a package: "It's ready this time."

She opened it quietly - it was her potion bag.

"How did you..." She raised her head in surprise and asked in a low voice, "You stole it for me?"

"...Why do you choose to use the word steal?"

Marciana chuckled, "How did you do it? There won't be any trouble, right?"

Snape finally met someone who admired his excellent espionage skills, and coughed reservedly: "I may covertly read a Death Eater or two, and maybe suggest one of them to give it to me And forget about our communication. And no, there will be no trouble. Do you think there are good and law-abiding people in the Dark Lord's camp? Let alone no one knows, even if someone finds out, at most they think I'm greedy for these things. It’s just a potion, no one will think about it at all.”

Marciana looked at his smug look, and the more she looked at it, the more itchy she felt in her heart. She suddenly forgot to be cautious, and rushed up to give him a big hug: "Thank you! I'm so happy."

She felt her body tense between her arms, and the sudden increase in body temperature spread to her cheeks through the robe.Marciana clicked her tongue in her heart—heartbeat increased, blood flow increased—isn't this a fight or flight response!

So wary, she thought in frustration, like some kind of dangerous wild animal.Now that she was willing to go all out, she didn't have to be shameless, and deliberately hugged her for a little longer, feeling the body in her arms relax a little before letting go.

She thought she was going to be scolded by Snape, but he didn't say anything, calm as if nothing happened.

For a moment, Marciana didn't know whether she should breathe a sigh of relief or be disappointed, and the feeling of emptiness returned.

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fight-or-flight response