I'm playing a big knife at HP

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door of Snape's office in the cellar. He opened the door a crack, and there was no one there.

"It's me." A female voice said in a low voice.

He let the door open, feeling a soft fabric brush against the back of his hand.He closed the door, turned around, and saw Marciana lifted the invisibility spell, her light golden dress, her smooth skin, and smooth and shiny long hair were shining brightly in front of the fireplace.She looked up and smiled at him: "Do you mind if I take off my shoes? My feet are so tired."

He lowered his head and found that she was wearing a pair of golden lace-up high heels with thin heels, nearly three inches high.He nodded, saying yes, but at the same time he was very puzzled: Marciana was five feet nine inches tall, and I really didn't know why she had to wear such inconvenient and uncomfortable shoes.Marciana sat down and unbuckled her shoes. The skin on her face and hands was a light wheat color, but her feet were as white as milk, probably because she didn’t see the sun much. The ten toes were small and the toenails were painted. The golden color looks very lovely against the dark green carpet.He quickly looked away, "What do you want to drink?"

"It's all right, what do you have?" She nestled on his sofa deftly, "Do you still have Flame Whiskey? It's the best drink on a snowy day."

Snape really convinced this witch, she had already had several drinks at the reception, and now not only was she not drunk, but she wanted to have another round.He himself is a good drinker among wizards, but Marciana can drink better than him.He'd never seen her get drunk, let alone lose her composure like Trelawney did.

Snape suspected that this was also an uncanny gift of Marciana's.

He shook his head, took out the fire whiskey, ice bucket and two glasses from the closet, Marciana opened it graciously, and filled the two glasses: "So, has Draco learned Occlumency? Who taught his?"

"Bellatrix."

Marciana snorted, thinking that if Voldemort wanted Draco to die, Bella still had a blood relationship.

"Told you that Draco was more talented than Potter," Snape said with a strange hint of pride.

"Occlumency magic has a lot to do with personality. Harry's personality is not suitable for learning this."

Snape rolled his eyes unseemly.

Marciana seemed to remember something, she pursed her lips and smiled, "I didn't lie to you. I also know that there is a person who is less suitable for learning Occlumency than Harry."

"I guess, Sirius Black," Snape drawled. "Look at the way he can't stop bragging to Lupin! He wasn't so loud when he was in school, and he's like James Potter now." The ghost of a special person is on top of him - what a nightmare combination."

"No, I don't think Sirius will be too bad. After all, he has resisted dementors for more than ten years. I'm talking about Nymphadora Tonks."

Snape let out a huff.Before the setback in love, Tonks was indeed a witch who loved to talk, laugh, gossip, and couldn't stop once she opened her mouth.

"But even Tonks has learned it—well, she has obtained the Auror qualification certificate after all." Snape snorted dissatisfiedly, "Look at Potter."

"The threat of unemployment can make people burst out with unimaginable potential." Marciana said with a sad face, "Say Harry, he followed you out tonight. He should have suspected Draco .”

"Not too slow." Snape snorted coldly, "But Draco is like a chicken without a head. I wonder why more people don't suspect him."

"We have to pay attention to Harry, if he pushes Draco, I'm afraid Draco will do something."

"I haven't stopped paying attention to that kid since he was in the first grade," Snape raised his hand in despair, "but he carries an invisibility cloak with him, and a map that shows the location of the whole school!"

Marciana sympathetically filled the empty glass in his hand.

Snape snorted angrily: "Speaking of which, you still don't know what Dumbledore and Potter are doing?"

"Why, you haven't figured it out yet?" Marciana glanced at him with a smile, "Anyway, it's something related to the Dark Lord, so it can't just be tutoring him."

"That's why I want to know."

Marciana shrugged lazily: "If Albus doesn't let you know, there must be a reason for him. If it were me, I wouldn't ask about it."

"You were not so obedient when you forced to cut off his hand."

"I can't help it. When the leader is messed up, the subordinates sometimes have to fight to the death." Marciana has no shame.

Snape was appalled by her blatant double standards.There are many people who think that Dumbledore is crazy, but there are very few people who will bluntly say that he is crazy after knowing him, and almost none in the Order of the Phoenix.Snape put a long finger to his lips, and squinted at Marciana.

She let his eyes scan back and forth on her eyes and face, drank the wine by herself, and found a particularly comfortable position, propped her head with one hand, and asked him with a smile: "Are you watching?"

"There's one thing I can't understand." Snape said, "Why would a person like you be driven by Dumbledore and willingly listen to him?"

"What about you?" She asked back, "Why are you driven by him?"

"First, when I was young and ignorant, I sold my life to him for a promise. Second, when I was about to be sent to Azkaban, he got me out, so I owe him another Life."

Marciana lowered her eyes, as if she suddenly found the ice cubes in the wine glass very interesting: "I'm almost the same, I owe him a life or something."

"You don't owe him life—I've told you so many times not to lie to me," Snape said quickly, "and it must be said that it was Barrister Flynn who helped you when you were almost kissed by a dementor. reversed situation."

"If it wasn't for Albus, I wouldn't have known about Catherine Rolle's plan at all, and I fell into the trap." Marciana picked out a very small ice cube and directed it to float to her lips. He rolled his tongue out and held it in his mouth like a candy bar.Snape looked away uncomfortably.She glanced at him, smiled and said, "I also appreciate you."

Snape decided not to let her distract him, and pulled back the topic forcefully: "I know that you and Dumbledore have the same goal, and I also know that members of the Order of the Phoenix obey him—I Think it's because most of them can't see the essence of Dumbledore, because Dumbledore is a hundred times smarter than them-but you are different. You are much smarter than everyone else, why are you so meek and obedient? Dumbledore won't let you You don’t ask what you ask, you don’t ask what he doesn’t tell you, and you don’t get angry if he hides something from you. Why? Don’t tell me it’s just because you love him.”

Marciana gave him a strange look: "You know I didn't ask? As for him hiding it from me, why should I be angry? What he knows is a conclusion drawn by his own observation, experience and mind. What tell me?"

Snape froze for a moment, and was almost misled by her: "It's up to you to work for him."

She stretched her waist: "I gave my life to him because of my own will. Why, Bellatrix also gave her life to the Dark Lord. If the Dark Lord has something to hide from her, does she want to make trouble with the Dark Lord? temper?"

"I suggest you not to use Bellatrix as an example, the relationship between those two people is not ordinary." Snape showed a slightly disgusted expression, "Also, the Dark Lord's method is to make the core Death Eaters feel They had his special trust, and Bellatrix was convinced that the Dark Lord was keeping no secrets from her—though in fact he told her nothing."

Marciana clicked her tongue a few times: "So, it's all the same. Don't bully Albus just because he is easier to talk to than the Dark Lord."

"Talking?!" Snape yelled. "You have no idea what Dumbledore can do. In a way, he's worse than the Dark Lord!"

"I doubt it. Last time you said that the Dark Lord himself killed a Death Eater who was ineffective." Marciana shook a finger and said with a smile: "At least Albus hasn't done anything until now." Killed any member of the Order of the Phoenix for such a reason."

Snape was so angry that she almost choked: "So this is the most optimistic expectation for the British wizarding community? A leader who won't kill us at will?"

"The standard isn't that low." Marciana filled herself with wine and poured him another glass.

"Do you think he's sorry for you?" She sighed. "Actually, I also think so. At the beginning, I thought it was too risky for you to go back."

Snape was stunned: "I don't mean myself. Your father worked for the Order of the Phoenix, causing you to lose all your family members. Up to now, Moody and you are still fighting for the Order of the Phoenix. How many times have you been injured in a summer? Is Dumbledore worthy of you?"

"I feel a little sorry for him." Marciana looked at Snape with clear eyes.He almost thought he had heard wrong.

"If you think about it, Dumbledore is more than 110 years old. And the Dark Lord is about 70 years old. Dumbledore came out 40 years later when Tom Riddle was worthy of confronting him, but 70 years after Tom Riddle, he turned out to be No one has grown up to rival him. Dumbledore defeated a Dark Lord 50 years ago, and now he is over 100 years old and still has to worry about us, trying to defeat a new generation of Dark Lords. How should I put it? Think of it this way.” She made a gesture, "Aren't you tired, hard, and worried about taking down the Dark Lord now?"

Snape glared at her.

"That's right?" Marciana waved her hand very dramatically, and said in a more emphatic tone, "Think about it! Suppose you succeed, we have worked so hard to kill the mysterious person, and you can finally be free and peaceful Life, do what you want to do, the result!" Her eyes were round like cats, "When you are dying, your knees are not good, and your sense of taste has also deteriorated. When you are planning to enjoy your old age, a group of children find you , said that another mysterious person who is a few decades younger wants to rule the wizarding world and make troubles. They have nothing to do. They have to rely on you, Professor Snape, to help you and let you start all over again today. I ask you Is it bad or not?"

"If that's the case, I'll just let them die," Snape said firmly.

Marciana laughed.

"I'm not kidding. What does it matter to me? One day I'll send them to Potter. He's the savior anyway. He's 20 years younger than me. He's got a good knee."

Marciana thought of the eccentric old man Snape's way of driving people away, and almost fell down laughing on him, her satin-like long hair brushed the back of Snape's right hand.

He looked down at Marciana, who was rubbing her belly with a smile, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I always thought that Gryffindor's overconfidence was not obvious on you, but now I realize that I was wrong, you are really out of character The most conceited of the Ryffindors to think of the most powerful wizard of the century as a dying old man."

She raised her head with blushing cheeks, with tears of laughter in her eyes: "Isn't he?"

"He is, but do you dare to say it to his face?"

"I dare to call him an old man, but Albus has not yet reached the end of his life, and I think his knees are still dexterous." Marciana added slyly, "But you who live in a cold and damp cellar all year round and don't like sports, It’s hard to tell at his age.”

Snape felt that Christmas was approaching, so he would not bother with her tonight. He remembered that he would settle with her some other day.

"Is that the reason? You think Dumbledore is fighting our war, and that's why you hold back your edge by his side?"

Marciana stopped smiling, she raised her head and looked at him blankly.

"What's the matter?" He frowned, "I know very well that you are much more deadly than what you have shown, but you have always tried to act according to Dumbledore's expectations, and you have always left room for strikes. Is it because of this reason ? You are grateful for his advice and want to gain his approval? According to me, this is not a good reason."

Marciana was tongue-tied, as if the glibness of drinking had evaporated from her forehead in an instant.Snape didn't understand why she looked like someone had discovered a big secret - wasn't it obvious?A sharp sword that cuts off the wand's hand accurately every time. It's just a matter of raising the hand to cut at the neck. The hand can be reattached with a healing charm, but the head falls and it falls.If she was merciless, it would be hard to say how many Death Eaters were left.Of course, most of the so-called Death Eaters in the battle were ordinary wizards who had been cast with the Imperius Curse, but on the battlefield, even if they really died, no one could blame Marciana.

Yes, Snape knew that Marciana didn't like killing people, but she was not indecisive or soft-hearted.By chance, he heard the conversation between Moody and Dumbledore, and he knew that Evan Rozier did not die at the hands of Moody, as everyone thought, but at the hands of Marciana.She was not yet 14 years old.And when she saw that Luo Er couldn't be brought to justice, she was determined to kill him even if she entered Azkaban by herself.She disappeared for several years, although no one knew what she did, but seeing her much stronger skills and magical powers than before, she knew that it was not a safe and peaceful career.

He has always wondered why she was not afraid to show her blade when she was a teenager, but now that she is stronger than before, she puts a bridle on herself.

At this moment, Marciana had put away her brief astonishment.She sat up straight, straightened her hair, folded her hands on her knees and said, "You are right, but I am not for Albus's approval. As you said, I am not only a sharp sword, but also A sharp weapon with blood on it. The reason why I voluntarily listen to Albus and do his will is because it is so easy to kill."

Snape hadn't expected her to say that.Marciana continued to speak slowly: "Those who have hatred against me, those who block me, and those who are on the opposite side of me, just one spell will completely disappear, and it will no longer make me unhappy. If I regard killing as a solution The solution to the problem is really too easy, I am afraid of this convenience and ease, I am afraid that I will rely on this feeling. If this continues, sooner or later I will become Umbridge, Titus Roll, or even the Dark Lord People like that. I am not naive, I know that since I participated in the battle, there is no pure justice and evil, and killing is inevitable. However, I try my best not to be a person who kills indiscriminately, and try to only kill people who deserve to die , not because I think I am noble, but because I know I am weak and cannot stand temptation."

She sat upright, her neck slightly raised, and looked at him with a dignified posture.Her expression was straightforward, as if she was revealing her soul to him, and she was not afraid of his judgment.

Snape looked at her in silence, thinking, as if slowly and carefully absorbing what she had just said.Finally, he nodded: "I see."

The corner of her mouth raised, and she looked down at her hands with small scars—no matter how elegantly she dressed, these hands would betray her in an instant, making people know that she was not a lady.She clenched her hands into fists and quietly hid her back.

Snape saw her move.

"This kind of girlish self-pity doesn't suit you." Snape drawled, "Have you forgotten that I'm a Death Eater and what kind of fellow I'm hanging out with over there? ? Do you think Lestrange and Malfoy are good men and women?"

"I thought you didn't like that group of people very much."

"I don't really like it. Come on, did you know McNeil loved to burn cats alive when he was a kid, just for the fun of watching?"

Marciana showed a disgusted expression: "What the hell!"

Snape shrugged, "I sometimes feel like no one likes McNeill, not even the cruelest Death Eaters and the Dark Lord."

"Tell me who the Dark Lord likes?"

"It makes sense, he doesn't like anyone."

"Why, Bella, who likes to torture people so much, doesn't have a common language with McNeill?"

"She despises him more than anyone else: She thinks McNeil picks on animals because he can't stand up to a decent wizard. She thinks he's a coward."

"You can't say she's wrong."

Snape raised his glass approvingly, and Marciana raised the corner of her mouth and touched it with her own glass: "Why do I think you enjoy speaking ill of your colleagues behind their backs?"

"I'm enjoying it. I think you're enjoying it, too."

"I'm not usually that kind of person, but it's so interesting to hear your judgment about other people."

Snape was not ashamed: "I do have a sharp mouth. When a man has a certain talent, he can't help but want to use it."

Marciana finally laughed.

"Besides," Snape spread his hands, "you've got to have some fun at work."

Marciana squinted at him. "Are you still having fun working as a double agent?"

"That's right." He hooked his fingers to signal her to come over, and said in a low voice, "I'll tell you a secret."

Although there was no one else in the room, Snape didn't have to act so mysterious, but Marciana still suppressed a smile and obeyed.She sat closer, pretending to be a curious audience.

"Did you know that Muggles have a sport called bare-handed rock climbing? They don't take any protective measures. They only rely on their hands and legs to climb hundreds of meters or even nearly a thousand meters of high, almost completely vertical cliffs. They do this A stupid thing that must kill them in the end, because they enjoy the blissful brush with death."

Marciana nodded - more than knowing, she has done such things as free-handed rock climbing.

"That's how I feel. Every time I come out of a Death Eater meeting alive and fooled the Dark Lord one more time, that's how I feel."

Marciana recalled the feeling of hanging her life on her ten fingers, and imagined that Snape walked out of the meeting room, his hair standing on end, dripping with cold sweat, but his blood was rushing excitedly with adrenaline and dopamine.

Not knowing whether it was because of memories or something else, she felt her heart beating fast.

The firelight from the fireplace illuminated half of Snape's face, making his outline appear even deeper.There was an arrogant smile on his lips, and an indescribable light in his eyes.

Suddenly controlled by an impulse, Marciana leaned closer and put her lips gently on his.

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