I'm playing a big knife at HP

That night, Marciana, whose skin had returned to wheaten color, visited Snape's office.He opened the door a crack and stared at her warily.She held up a large bottle of amber liquor: "Scotch, the best. Gift of peace."

Snape squinted at her for a long moment before letting the door open to let her in.

"I've read Casas' notes, and I think I've guessed about it, just how you poisoned it."

Snape raised his eyebrows, motioned for her to sit down, and took out a bucket and two glasses from the closet. He tapped the rim of the bucket with his wand, and the bucket was filled with ice cubes.

"At first I thought you poisoned it in a water glass, but then I thought it was wrong, this poison is a slow onset. I found a mixed potion on the doorknob of the office. It is non-toxic and harmless, but it was me. The main ingredient of this poison." She opened the whiskey and poured it slowly into the glass.

Snape took a glass and snorted, indicating that she had guessed right.

"Of course, this does not constitute a complete poison. You have to try to add three raw materials into it, the spores of the passos grass, the nectar of the silver leaf fir, and the dried psychedelic bee." Marciana continued Said, adding two pieces of crushed ice to his glass.

"Pathos grass, needless to say, is the one I raised. I have to water it every day, and I will inevitably inhale the spores. The nectar of the silver leaf fir, I guess, is the dessert I ate last night... I just I think it's a little tastier than usual. Neither of these two ingredients is poisonous in itself, so I wasn't wary at all." She took a sip of the wine, "You really are willing, the nectar of silver leaf cedar is not cheap."

Snape twitched one corner of his mouth triumphantly, "Few people know that the medicinal properties of this nectar can stay in the human body for several days."

"But I can't figure it out." Marciana put a long finger on her lips, staring at Snape thoughtfully, "when did you add the dried psychedelic bee. Psychedelic Bees have a peculiar smell, and I must smell them."

"Your perfume."

"Impossible! Since you poisoned my previous bottle last time, I have kept this bottle well hidden." Marciana said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you always like this? My Perfume is precious!"

"I didn't add anything to your perfume," Snape sneered. "Your perfume already contains psychedelic bees. Casas' notes said it was dried psychedelic bees, but I actually researched After all, the real active ingredient is the venom gland of the bee tail, and this venom is sometimes used to make perfumes, such as the one you use. It is used in very small amounts and mixed with various spices. I guess you will also Can't smell it."

"Then how do you know?" Marciana glared at him, "The composition of this perfume is their trade secret."

"Just because you can't smell it doesn't mean I can't smell it." Snape said proudly.

"Ah... well..." Marciana bit her lips, she couldn't help but think of the faint smell on her body floating up to Snape's nose, and being caught by him keenly, she felt an indescribable shame for a moment. embarrassed.Snape also seemed to feel a little embarrassed suddenly, the two of them didn't speak for a while, quietly sipping the mellow and slightly sweet wine.

"You and I fought hard to get these classics together. If I hadn't saved you, you would have been crushed to death by that giant sand worm. It's better for you to use the poison on it to kill me." Marciana Staring intently at the swaying light and shadow refracted through the water of the black lake, he said softly.

Her words were sharp, but her voice was so soft that Snape was not sure what she meant.He frowned and studied her face, looking for signs of anger and accusation.But her expression was as soft as her voice, looking peaceful and relaxed.

She turned her face halfway and glanced at him: "What do you see me doing?"

"You don't look angry," he stated.

"Yeah, I'm not mad: you didn't really mean to kill me. Albus gave me the antidote. I've read the books and know it takes three days to make."

Snape sneered, "Don't be too complacent, I'm not stupid enough to poison a colleague in public when the evidence is solid. I don't want to retire in Azkaban."

"Oh, then I'll thank Albus, not you." She took a sip of her wine and said indifferently.

Snape didn't know how to answer the words for a moment, and after a while he reluctantly said: "You didn't show mercy to me."

Marciana was silent for a moment: "Although you really have a bad temper, I was a little too much that day. I'm sorry. I... think you look down on me and get mad, so I said that on purpose."

"Looking down on you? Why do you think so?" Snape frowned.

"It's just that I think I'm overestimated...Actually, many people...almost all...everyone who knows what I think thinks I'm overweight. But the more everyone says that, the more I want to do it." She lowered her eyes and put two more cubes of ice in the glass, which Snape was pouring into his own, and filled it up for hers as well. "I also hate when you make me sound like a masochist or an egomaniac. I didn't do it because I like it, and I don't have any dreams of being a hero. When I was a kid, I just wanted revenge, and now..." She took a sip of her drink, "Why doesn't matter anymore. You and I both know he'll be back. This time, let's get the job done."

Both of them stared at the amber liquid in their hands in silence for a while, then they both raised their necks and drank it in one gulp.

Snape grabbed the bottle, and Marciana pushed the glass towards him, and he asked while filling the two glasses, "What did you mean when you said 'it was you'?"

"In the past... when the situation was the most tense more than ten years ago... whenever the Order of the Phoenix held meetings during the winter and summer vacations, Alastor would bring me: Of course I just found a place to stay by myself, but sometimes they didn't discuss things. Would have avoided a child too much. I've heard a lot and I know that Albus had at least one informant among the Death Eaters. Should have guessed it was you - he fished you out himself after all ——but I always thought you were at the last moment...I didn't expect you to send him a message so early." She swung the glass, watching the ice cubes melt slightly in the dark liquor, "At that time Voldemort You are so brave, you are so brave."

She looked up at him, "You can answer this question if you want, and I won't ask if you don't want to... Were you from Albus when you joined the Death Eaters?"

Snape's face twitched slightly, showing a brief pained expression, as if a wound had been pulled.

"I'm not, on the contrary, my old grudge against Dumbledore... is one of the factors that motivated me to join the Death Eaters willingly." When he said "old grudge", he showed a bitter look on his face. expression.

Marciana said thoughtfully, "This old grudge looks deep... Do you want to talk about it?"

Snape gave her a sideways look, "Do you really want to know the answer? Out of revenge, I'd love to tell Dumbledore's shady history behind his back - I always thought you were too blindly in love with the old man .”

"What can I do, he is indeed a lovely old man," Marciana stretched her long waist, the sweater was pushed up by her chest, revealing a small slender waist.She twisted and found a comfortable position, "Let's talk. I like revenge the most."

Snape told Marciana what had happened in his fifth year, stories about Curiosity, a werewolf, a Black, a Potter, and an unfair headmaster.Marciana was silent for a long time.

"Look what a goddamn thing he's done." She sighed. "Blake too... You're right, it's murder."

Snape snorted coldly.

"He expects you to be grateful to James Potter, which is too much nonsense."

"I think so."

"You were hurt pretty badly."

"It's heavy, bleeding a lot. Scratch, from here to here," Snape scratched his chest, and rolled up his right cuff to expose his forearm. Sure enough, there were several dark scratches on the outside.

"Is that okay?" Marciana asked, and Snape didn't know what she was asking, but she clearly took his silence as affirmation.Marciana gently touched his scar with her fingertips.Her slender fingers, with healthy pink nails, lingered on his forearm as if they hadn't touched the ground.Snape looked at her in surprise, she was already slightly drunk, her cheeks were bright red, her lips were even more colorful, her eyes were watery, but her face looked a little strange.

"You were fifteen or sixteen years old at the time...it hurts."

no answer.

"Does it still hurt now?"

"It's been 16 years, don't ask stupid questions." Snape suddenly withdrew his arms and lowered his sleeves.

She pointedly said, "Some wounds will always hurt." Then she leaned back and leaned lazily on the sofa. "It's not natural for Albus to do this, and I think I'm a little mad at him now. But honestly, I still love him."

"I'm about to throw up."

"Dear Severus, you've had too much to drink."

"Don't call me Severus, and next time you call me darling I'll cut your tongue out."

"It's blatant discrimination. All the other faculty members call you Severus."

"First, none of them were my students. Second, I was a student of most of them. Third, I'll allow you to call me by my given name if you're able to stay in this position for a second year. "

An ice cube jumped up from the bucket and knocked Snape's brains off.In retaliation, Snape froze the whiskey in her hand into a lump of ice.

The two chatted like this and drank a large bottle of good Scotch whiskey, and whiled away the evening.Although they didn't say it clearly, the two of them knew tacitly that this was considered a truce and a reconciliation.Although the two had been wrestling with each other for weeks, Snape felt that his anger towards her had not increased, but rather had disappeared.This kind of contest turned out to be more like a challenge and game—of course, a game where you will suffer if you lose—one person poisons, the other detoxifies, one sneaks up, the other guards, and one attacks , the other defends.Madam Pomfrey said their bout reminded her of his fights with the Raiders, but he felt otherwise.The grievances between him and the hijackers got deeper and deeper in each fight, until it was unsolvable; but a kind of sympathetic friendship faintly developed between him and Marciana during the fights.He even, maybe, maybe, as if, a little bit, admired the witch.

When Marciana stood up to say goodbye, Snape stopped her and handed over a vial of potion, "The antidote."

Marciana took it, raising an eyebrow.

"We were still at war when you came into my office, so..." He shrugged, "There was poison in the ice bucket, too."

"Snape," Marciana, who drank poisonous wine all night, looked down at the potion, then at him, and finally at the half-empty ice bucket on the table, and said sincerely, "You are really a Son of a bitch."

The author has something to say: Martha: Iamallforvengeance.

Professor: You are not allowed to call me Severus and I will rip your tongue out the next time you call medear.

The author cried and fell to the ground: I can't write this romance anymore, you two should take the martial arts route.