I'm playing a big knife at HP

No matter how happy Marciana was, she couldn't ignore the fact that things around her were getting worse every day.Many wizards and families fled the UK, and Hogwarts students suspended or dropped out every once in a while.One night in February, Marciana happened to run into Snape coming out of the Headmaster's office.He was as pale as a ghost, and Marciana sat with him for a long time, but Snape never said anything.She didn't ask any more, just held his cold hand.After about a few hours, Snape looked up and said the first sentence of the night: "Martha, you promise me that you will never blindly trust Dumbledore.

She opened her mouth, and did not immediately agree or refute, but sat across from him and looked into his eyes: "Severus, you know I have to trust him. The current situation is such that if we continue to suspect each other, our The odds are even smaller."

"Then promise me not to put all the chips on him." There was an expression almost resentful on his face, "If throwing you to Voldemort can guarantee the victory he wants, Dumbledore will not hesitate to do so .”

Marciana said nothing.Snape suddenly remembered what a person she was - she would not hesitate to throw herself at Voldemort if only the victory she wanted could be guaranteed.He clenched her wrist tightly in a gaffe: "You can't!" He found that he squeezed her hand red, subconsciously let go, and turned to hold her shoulder, "You can't."

Marciana knew that Snape had fallen to this point, it must be Dumbledore who finally told him Harry's fate - he had just lost the reasons that supported him for more than ten years.She put her hand on the back of his and said firmly but slowly, "I promise you, I will not act blindly. I will kill Tom Riddle and end this."

Snape put a hand on her cheek and smiled coldly, "We, will kill Tom Riddle."

About a month later, Dumbledore suddenly summoned Marciana late at night, asking her to come to his office immediately.Marciana had just finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed. Upon hearing the news, she immediately wrapped herself in a robe, hid her wet hair under the hood, and hurried to the tower where the principal's office was located.

"We have an answer," Dumbledore said joyfully as soon as she entered.

Marciana was startled when she heard this, she took off her hood, walked quickly to the Pensieve on his desk, and bent over to look inside.After a while, she raised her head, her voice trembling with excitement: "The number he chose is seven! Great, great!" She paced back and forth with her elbows in her arms, "Seven souls, six horcruxes, We've already destroyed five!"

"And the last one, we'll almost certainly be the Ravenclaw diadem," added Dumbledore, smiling. "We're close to victory. We're very, very close."

Marciana suppressed her excitement and nodded: "How are you getting along with the puppet?"

"Ah, that's pretty good. Perenelle Flamel drank afternoon tea with it and didn't realize that it wasn't the real me. Your idea is quite genius, and the several spells used on it are very powerful. Creativity, Nicolas Flamel was full of praise for it. He made some suggestions, such as injecting it with a potion mixed with human blood. It's still not that easy for Minerva and the others."

Marciana's eyes lit up: "This is a good idea. It's just a potion to keep the blood alive, and I will suffer."

"Are you determined not to involve Severus?"

"The less he has to hide, the less likely he will be exposed." Marciana said firmly.

"That's right." Dumbledore smiled. "Speaking of which, I'm very happy for you."

"Thank you." Marciana raised her face and smiled frankly, "Did he tell you?"

"No, maybe he's still a little shy. Of course, it's also possible that he doesn't want to talk to me now—since I told him about Harry, he's never been willing to look at me again." Dumbledore laughed at himself shook his head.

"This is unavoidable. It's better for you to take the initiative to tell him than for him to guess." Marciana spread her hands, "Then you saw it yourself? Is it so obvious?"

"Love and coughing can't be concealed. But the answer to your question is no, it's not obvious, you and Severus are both good at keeping secrets, but..." Dumbledore pointed to his wrinkled eyes with a smile : "Then a pair of old eyes can always see something more."

Marciana asked curiously, "Then are you surprised?"

"Maybe I'd be surprised if I only knew you in general. But I think I know you and Severus. No, I'm not surprised. Severus and you look like opposites, but I think There is no one in the world who is more suitable for each other than you. Since Severus got to know you, his personality has become softer day by day, and when you are with him, you are more willing to reveal your true temperament and wit."

"You're right." Marciana said proudly, "I also think we're a perfect match."

"Are you going to tell Alastor?"

Marciana rubbed her chin: "Sooner or later, we must tell, but not now. Let's talk about it after the war, when we win, lest Alastor suspect Severus of evil intentions."

Dumbledore nodded: "I also think you should keep it a secret for the time being. Since we arranged for Severus to kill me, the less people know about your affairs, the better."

Marciana nodded.

Dumbledore was out of focus, and suddenly asked her: "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Marciana raised her eyebrows: "Of course. I haven't had tea with you for a long time."

"That's my fault. I haven't been in the mood for tea for a long time, but tonight is different." Dumbledore waved his wand, and a large steaming teapot appeared in the air and slowly fell in front of them.He poured two cups of hot tea, and the relaxing scent of chamomile filled the air.

"You know, when Severus was in school, he was a kid with a lot of problems." The old wizard said slowly, "To be honest, I didn't do much for him, and even aggravated his plight to some extent. I was working so hard to stop Voldemort, I ignored a lot of things at the school, and to be honest..." Dumbledore paused, "I didn't like him then."

Marciana had never heard Dumbledore say he didn't like anyone.Even for Voldemort, Dumbledore has always analyzed the person's behavior and thoughts objectively and rationally, never revealing his subjective feelings.

"Of course, my perception has changed a lot in the past ten years, but if I ask myself, I have to admit that I have been unfair to Severus as a boy, and I am even more ashamed. Not because of him, but because of my own weakness. I don't like him because... because he is frighteningly smart, he has already shown outstanding intelligence at a young age, cunning, unscrupulous, highly focused, and There is a paranoid determination. I admit he has talent, but talent itself is not to be left alone, and young people are often unaware of its destructive power."

Dumbledore paused for a long time, holding the warm teacup in both hands, his snow-white hair and beard were a little messy on his face, making him look older than usual: "Looking at it now, when I was young Severus What I see in Adams is the quality that I had in my own youth, but in the end it brought me regret. I looked at him like I was looking at a time bomb. To prove his determination, and I knew it would lead him to the abyss. The first time I saw him the day he entered school, I knew he was from an unfortunate family. When that unfortunate child grew into an angry Boy, I knew he was going to join the Death Eaters. It's hard to heal old wounds... I once thought Lily was his chance. I thought, this girl is cute and kind, maybe she can redeem him. But Severus went the other way anyway. Then Lily died, and Severus..."

Dumbledore said nothing further.It was a long time before he continued: "Then I told myself again, Albus Dumbledore, that it is time for you to make up for this young man, for treating him cruelly, for letting him down again and again, and now you are doing the same." Something to do. Lily didn't make it, I thought again, but maybe I can redeem him."

The old wizard looked at Marciana gently, and said with a smile, "Now I know, I was wrong."

"Yeah, I'm afraid I have to say you're wrong too." Marciana said bluntly, "Lily can't redeem him, and neither can you, of course," she shrugged, "neither can I."

"I mean, to so-called redemption, or...er...healing Severus Snape, no one can do that. No one but Severus himself." She said it as a matter of course, thought about it, and smiled again: "According to me, he is doing well now, people always understand more and more as they live. The most important thing now," she clenched her left hand into the palm of her right palm: " Just get rid of Voldemort!"

Dumbledore looked at her with slight surprise and even interest, and laughed.

"What's so ridiculous!" Marciana's eyes widened.

The old wizard smiled and shook his head: "No, I just think you're right. Of course, we'll—well—get rid of Voldemort."

The author has something to say: Today is the third change, and the third change is still being revised, and it will be sent later.

I have always felt that you love and those who love you can change your perception and attitude towards yourself, or give you a new perspective, but pulling yourself out of a bad situation is ultimately up to you.Rely on the kind of endogenous power rooted in one's own desire to survive and seek good.