I'm playing a big knife at HP

"Someone betrayed us."

Marciana said word by word into the double-sided mirror: "Mundungus Fletcher is either under the Imperius Curse, or is An Zi over there. But the strange thing is, his plan is It is feasible, and we have achieved success. If it is not because his strategy has a high success rate, I will not easily adopt his suggestion, after all, that suggestion is abnormally good, and it is not something he can come up with."

"You say you have succeeded?" Dumbledore asked warily.

"That's right, Harry was transferred successfully, without any danger." Marciana paused, "Alastor was sacrificed."

Dumbledore had an expression of shock and pain on his face, and he didn't say a word for a long time.It was a long time before he whispered, "I'm sorry, Martha."

The cold expression on Marciana's face did not soften because of the old wizard's relief: "I will find Mundungus, he won't be able to hide from me for long. Once I find him, I will know why he did this, And who ordered him to do this. I want to know the truth about Alastor's death, and then let the murderer pay for it."

Dumbledore closed his eyes.On the other side of the double-sided mirror, his ravenous face looked so old: "Martha, there is no need to go to Mundungus. Although he was a coward who ran away, he did not betray you."

Marciana's blue eyes pierced through the double-sided mirror sharply, and Dumbledore couldn't look directly into those eyes.

"I do think the ruse has your style," she said calmly. "But again—someone gave Riddle the date of our operation. And you seem to know who."

The old wizard paused: "It's Severus Snape."

"Severus Snape," she repeated, lips pursed into a knife's edge, tears welling in her eyes, "Severus Snape."

"Martha...Martha...listen to me. Severus did it on my orders. I figured out a plan for this double and told him to plant the plan in Mundungus's body with Legilimency In my mind, I will reveal the date of action to Voldemort. I arranged for him to do everything!" Dumbledore said hurriedly, "Martha... please don't blame him, I beg you, don't blame Severer S."

"Why?" Marciana asked word by word. "tell me why."

Dumbledore avoided her reddened eyes, "I have to make sure he's worth to Voldemort after he kills me. It's not going to be easy. His spy status in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​completely useless, if he doesn't Give enough valuable information quickly, and Voldemort will throw him to pieces in no time. And I need Severus to remain in favor with Voldemort."

"Really?" Marciana asked sharply, "May I ask what important task you have arranged for him, so that he must be used in front of Voldemort?" She sneered a few times, "Better than the Weasleys, Hagrid , Fleur, Dora, Remus, Sirius, Hermione, Kingsley, Alastor and my life-critical mission, what is it? This mission should be really important, because Alastor Mu Dee is dead." Her voice was like an ice knife, "My father's life is filled in."

"I need Voldemort to hand Hogwarts over to him."

Marciana was silent.

"I need Severus to be Headmaster of Hogwarts. One is because, if we extrapolate correctly, the diadem may be hidden at Hogwarts. Two...Martha, there are so many children there... so The hope of many families. Only he can protect them. Imagine if another Death Eater, like the Carlos or Bellatrix, took control of Hogwarts— Minerva can't protect everyone even if she dies." Dumbledore looked at her pleadingly, "Martha, think about those students - Neville, Ginny, Miss Lovegood, and those first years A child who doesn't know anything..."

Marciana closed her eyes, and the lines on her face became soft and fragile—it was an expression of compromise.Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

"You let us take risks, but you didn't tell me." Marciana obviously didn't let Dumbledore go, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"How does that help?" Dumbledore looked directly at her calmly. "Can you do anything differently? Change the date? But I don't want you to change the date. Better prepare for battle? Don't you already Have you made the most thorough preparations?"

Marciana didn't want to admit it, but she understood Dumbledore's thoughts - Dumbledore thought that unless she decided to fight against herself, she would have to hide it from the members after she knew it, and watch everyone fly into the encirclement , At that time, she will be ten times more sad than she is now.It's just that Dumbledore never thought that maybe she could come up with a clever way to keep everyone under Voldemort's nose, just like she originally thought, and steal Harry out-after all, the Dursleys were safe. Transferred, no?

"You know, I originally had an idea..." Marciana slowly told Dumbledore about her idea, "...this plan could have been successful. If I had insisted, nothing would have happened. One would die. Riddle would find out that Harry had been transferred out on Saturday night, as Severus had told him, but he wouldn't know how—he'd just wait the night and find out Going to the empty house alone. By the time Riddle figured it out, it would be too late—of course he would be furious, but he would rely on Severus' information even more from now on."

After Dumbledore listened, he didn't answer for a long time.After a long time, he sighed: "All my life, I have boasted that I am a wise man, and I think that there is no more feasible strategy than the real and fake Potter. That's right, if I told you in advance, I would discuss it with you. , your plan can be successful, and no one will die."

"I actually kind of guessed that you were behind this plan—the style is too similar to you—so I chose to act on Mundungus's suggestion. I thought, Albus must have a trick. You did , I just didn't expect that this last move was not against Riddle, but..." Her voice dropped.

"Martha, I'm really, really sorry." Dumbledore had tears in his eyes, "Can you forgive me?"

"I have to forgive myself first." Marciana buried her face in her hands dejectedly, "I was also responsible for killing Alastor. I was the first to agree with your plan. They believed my judgment." ——If I could have persisted a little longer, I could have avoided all this."

Dumbledore sighed: "Martha..."

"Albus, don't push me, to be honest, I don't really want to talk to you right now." Marciana whispered, "Is there anything else you want to order?"

"No more... Martha, I promise, I will discuss with you any plans related to you in the future." Dumbledore said seriously, "This time it is completely my fault."

"I appreciate your trust, although it's a bit late." Marciana was still sleepy, "Is it all your fault? No, and it won't make me feel better if you say that, because I know that I and You are equally responsible. Now that I am one of the decision-makers in the Order of the Phoenix, I must also bear the consequences of the decisions, even if I follow your instructions." She laughed at herself, "Consequences, huh, One by one can breathe, have a pulse, and have consequences that someone cares about."

Dumbledore closed his eyes, a tear running down the crease at the corner of his eye.

Moody's funeral was held quickly, almost in secret because of the critical situation, and only a few members of the Order of the Phoenix attended.Harry wanted to go too, but was strictly forbidden.Marciana brought a six or seven-year-old child with her. When Molly asked, she only said that a relative had entrusted her to take care of the child for a while.

"It's so dangerous outside now, why didn't your parents bring you with you?" Molly asked worriedly.

"My parents have passed away." The boy with reddish-brown hair and blue eyes replied quietly.The child combed a pair of ponytails and wore a black dress and black leather shoes. He had a handsome and cute appearance, and his demeanor was as calm as a young adult.A beautiful little child is already lovable, but when everyone heard that her parents had died, they felt pity for her.

"Poor kid, this must be hard for you." Molly sighed, tears glistening in her eyes.

"You are very kind, but they have been dead for a long time," the child replied politely.Seeing how strong she is, everyone loves her even more.

"Oh, what a brave boy," Molly asked her very gently. "What's your name?"

"Bianca," Marciana replied.

"Although she is a relative's child," Molly lowered her head and smiled at the child, "but look at her, she looks so much like your sister."

Several members of the Order of the Phoenix who had some doubts about the child's origin immediately dispelled their doubts when they heard what Molly said.

"Really?" Marciana didn't seem to have any affection for Bianca because of this, and glanced at her, "It's just that they have red hair and blue eyes, but they don't look like it."

Harry's 17th birthday came a few days after the funeral.The members threw him a lively party in Grimmauld Place, and everyone prepared gifts for Harry.Harry finally looked happier in the company of Ginny, Hermione, and Ron.The party ended very late, and the Weasley children and Hermione had followed Arthur back to the Burrow. When Harry came outside the kitchen, he heard Molly and Marciana talking.

"...Nonsense, you must come." Molly's voice said, "At this time, who cares about these things?"

"Molly... Bill and Fleur's wedding should be perfect, I'm still mourning, it's not appropriate..." Marciana replied in a low voice.

"It would be a pity if you didn't come. Mad-Eye is a friend and elder of all of us, and it wasn't long ago that Albus also... According to you, no one came to Bill's wedding. I know you are very happy." It's sad, but it's the time like this that we need a little joy and hope." Molly insisted, "Besides, Harry is coming too, and we need you to protect him."

When Harry heard his name, he couldn't help but move his heel, but accidentally kicked the shelf.A glass fell from a shelf, and Harry flew to save it, managing to catch it before it hit the ground.He got up and found the two witches in the kitchen looking at him.

"...uh, hi." Harry raised his right hand in embarrassment.

"Oh dear, come in, do you want something to eat?" Molly asked enthusiastically.

Harry glanced at Marciana nervously: "Uh, it's nothing...I'll come back later if you are busy."

The two witches looked at each other, and Molly stood up: "It's time for me to leave, Arthur and the children are still waiting for me."

Molly left, and Harry stood awkwardly at the kitchen door, looking at Marciana hesitantly.Her robe was black from inside to outside.Harry hadn't dared to look at Marciana directly for the past few days, and it wasn't until now that he noticed that she was surprisingly pale, haggard and thin in just a few days.She motioned for him to come in and sit down, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Professor Larosa...I want to say, I'm really sorry..." Harry whispered.

"Don't call me a professor anymore, just call me Martha like everyone else." Marciana smiled, "I will no longer be your professor. You and I both know that we will not return to Hogwarts in September Here - we have far more important tasks to accomplish."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.Marciana glanced at him again: "You don't have to feel guilty about what happened to Alastor, he didn't die because of you. Tom Riddle killed him, don't take the blame on yourself."

"But he did it to protect me..."

"He died to kill an evil wizard and overthrow a tyrant. He died to protect you, but also to protect more people who could not resist Riddle." Marciana said in a low voice, "That's how he protected you back then. me."

Harry lowered his head very sadly: "I don't want anyone to die to protect me. My father, mother, Dumbledore, Mad-Eye..."

Marciana looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "This must be very difficult for you."

"what?"

"You turned 17 today and you're forced to face Riddle again and again, to be drawn into a war you didn't choose to be in, to face death over and over again at such a young age. It's not easy .”

"No, I wasn't forced!" said Harry loudly, "I mean... maybe at first, but now I'm willing to join, I'm willing to fight, I'm willing to give anything to kill Voldemort!"

Marciana observed Harry's flushed face from excitement, and suddenly smiled: "Want to know a secret about me?"

Harry's eyes widened curiously.

"Do you know when I first killed someone?"

Harry hesitated: "You...you killed Titus Rolle when you were 20 years old."

Marciana shook her head: "Do you know who Evan Rozier is?"

Harry nodded. "He was a Death Eater who was killed by Mad-Eye a year before Voldemort's downfall. He cut off Mad-Eye's nose—I know that from Dumbledore's memory."

"Yes." Marciana lowered her eyes, "It's just that it wasn't Alastor—I killed it. I was only thirteen years old."

Harry was taken aback.

"Rozier ambushed us, sneak attack, Alastor was seriously injured. He told me to run, but I couldn't. Rozier's death curse just brushed my cheek and flew past me only a millimeter away —that moment was the first time I realized that I could really die, and that no one would come to my rescue. My only protector fell to the ground dying, and even he might die. For a child, This is a terrible thing, in your mind, the sky is on the ground, and the powerful wizard falls in front of you, this kind of shock and shock is unparalleled."

Harry pursed his lips - he knew the feeling of shock and grief very well, he had just seen Dumbledore, who was invincible in everyone's eyes, fall off the Astronomy Tower not long ago.

"I still remember the look in Rozier's eyes when he turned his face to see me... just a normal Death Eater, but he was so much stronger than me at that time. I wish I could tell you that I was like a gran Like Fendor, I was full of courage in my heart and resisted without fear-but not like that, I was terrified. I was afraid that Alastor would die in front of me, I was afraid that Rozier would hurt him in front of my eyes, and I was also afraid My own death... I was so scared, so sad, so angry, I was out of control. When I regained my senses, Rozier was dead and I had his blood on my hands."

She lowered her head and spread her fingers, as if the blood stains from more than ten years ago were still on her plain white palms.

"I still don't feel the glory and pride of being brave - quite the contrary, I'm terrified, sick and disgusted, like in a nightmare."

Harry lowered his eyes: "I know what it feels like... when facing the basilisk, and when Cedric died in front of me, and I faced Voldemort alone, I was actually... I was scared too. But everyone praised me Sirius also repeatedly said that I inherited my father's bravery...I...maybe I'm not as brave as they think."

"Being brave doesn't mean never being afraid." Marciana smiled slightly. "What I want to say is that although I don't fully understand how you feel—what you have experienced and felt is extraordinary—maybe I can still understand a little bit. I know what it's like to face death at such a young age, how it feels to face an opponent who seems to be a hundred times stronger than yourself when you feel weak, and how to feel that there is no one to rely on and no one to look around. Feel."

Her blue eyes looked directly into Harry's green ones: "I say all this because I want you to trust me. I know trust is not something you ask for, it has to be earned, but if you think maybe I can Understand your situation, willing to believe that I will fight side by side with you, I hope you can try to trust me."

Harry was very surprised: "I trust you!"

"Really?" Marciana asked calmly, "Do you really trust me? You trust my judgment, trust me to make the right decisions, do you trust me like you trust Ron and Hermione? "

Harry opened his mouth as if to say yes, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Sometimes I think you don't even trust Dumbledore's judgment." Marciana answered smoothly.

"He's not right all the time, is he!" Harry had a sad and hurt expression on his face, "He trusts Snape! How many times have I warned him that Snape can't be trusted, but he wants to believe Snape doesn't believe me either!"

"This speaks more to Snape than to Dumbledore." Marciana said calmly. "Contrary to popular belief, Albus Dumbledore was not a man to trust easily. .”

"But he believed Snape!" Harry yelled, "and you too! Sirius told me you would trust him with your life. And when I warned you, no one listened to me!"

"I said that." Marciana spread her hands, "You are not always right, I am not always right, and neither is Albus Dumbledore."

Harry froze.

"We all have the possibility of making mistakes. If I promise, I will listen to your words carefully in the future and consider your judgment in detail. Can you promise to tell me your information and decision in time?" Marciana said calmly, " Now it's just you, me, Hermione, and Ron on the hunt, and if we can't be honest, what hope of success is there? There's nothing more important now, and Riddle's demise depends on our actions."

Harry pursed his lips, and nodded slowly after a long while.

"Okay. Are Ron and Hermione still there? Call them over and I'll give you some information that Albus and I have deduced."

Harry nodded and turned to go upstairs to find Hermione Ron, and took them back to the kitchen after a while.Marciana sat them down, cast several anti-eavesdropping and anti-peeping spells, and then conjured up a model of a crown: "...Professor Dumbledore and I think the last Horcrux is most likely a Ravenclaw Riddle has asked Helena Ravenclaw about the whereabouts of the diadem, but we have searched almost every place that is of great significance to Riddle, and found nothing. To be honest, I have a little doubt that his last hiding place is in Huo Gwartz, there is his entrance to the wizarding world, and it is right under Dumbledore's eyes, which fits his arrogant personality. But unfortunately, we didn't find it either, because Hogwarts has too many secrets. We even searched the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets several times..."

"Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?" Harry was taken aback, "But the Chamber of Secrets requires a Parseltongue to open!"

"Ah, of course it's the first time, but once you go in, there are many ways to do it, such as setting a door key drop point inside..."

"But..." Hermione said hesitantly, "...you and Professor Dumbledore have never entered the Chamber of Secrets."

Tsk, careless.

Marciana said categorically: "After the basilisk incident, how could you think that the school would leave the secret room alone! As for how to get in - Dumbledore is a very clever person!"

"Ah, that's right... that's right, since Dumbledore can speak Mermaid Language, it may not be difficult for him to come up with a few simple Parseltongue..." Hermione murmured.

Marciana breathed a sigh of relief—it's easy to deal with smart people. If you give them a direction, they can make up a whole logical and self-consistent conclusion.

"In short, if you think of any clues, any clues, you must tell me."

Hermione nodded and took out a book: "This is left to me by Professor Dumbledore, do you know what it means?"

Ron and Harry each took out a Deluminator and a Golden Snitch, and Marciana took the Golden Snitch—there was a vaguely familiar magical wave in it.

"There's also a small line on it, 'I open at the end'," Harry added.

"I'm afraid it's up to you to figure it out." Marciana handed the Snitch back to Harry, smiling, "This is his message for you, not for me."

Harry nodded, continued to stare at the model of the crown spinning in the air, and said thoughtfully, "I have a strange feeling... I can't remember where I saw it, but it seems familiar."

Before the three of Harry were sent back to bed, Harry turned to Marciana and asked, "I noticed you don't call Voldemort by his name anymore...why? Both Dumbledore and you used to call him by his first name." Yes, and you've been calling him Riddle lately."

"Didn't anyone tell you?" Marciana frowned. "People are afraid of his name because his name is magical. This unique name allows him to track who calls him directly." name, causing the Death Eater to Apparate directly to his opponents - which is equivalent to giving them our coordinates directly. Many people in the First Wizarding War suffered because of this."

The three of Harry were shocked - they really didn't know this.

"Albus can call him by his first name because he is powerful enough, and the spells at Hogwarts and Grimmauld Place can block Voldemort's pursuit. I also called him by his first name before because he is not yet powerful enough. Recovery, no ability to track. Now he has returned to the level of his heyday, although I am not afraid of him, but I don't want to expose my whereabouts to his eyes at any time." Marciana shrugged, "Besides, Tom Lee Isn't Del just his name—the real name? Flying away from death... Huh, giving himself such a pretentious name, the more he hates his original name, the more I want to call it, Riddle, Riddle, Riddle! Have the ability to track this!"

Harry thought of Dumbledore's angry look when he called Voldemort Tom, and felt that the image of the Dark Lord had collapsed a bit.

"Tom Riddle, what an unusual name." Marciana flipped the teacup with her fingers, and raised the corner of her mouth again, "He spent his whole life and unscrupulously trying to make us forget this—to make us forget, say After all, he’s just a mortal.”

The author has something to say: Today is the second update, and it is still getting better every day.