I'm playing a big knife at HP

There are nine pints of blood in a man's body.

When a person loses one-third of his blood, he will go into shock; if he loses forty percent of his blood, his body will start to fail and he will fall into a coma; if he loses more than half of his blood, he will die.

That was the first thought that crossed Marciana's mind when she stepped into the Shrieking Shack.

The sole of her boot stepped on a large piece of unsolidified bright red, and the smell of blood rushed to her face. At that moment, all feelings and emotions left her, only the necessary rationality and cold judgment remained.

An adult male under 40 years of age who is in good health will bleed between five and six pints.She lifted the ashen-faced Snape from the pool of blood and held him in her arms.

...the heartbeat has stopped.

The wound is located in the aorta of the neck, which has factors that prevent blood clotting and is still bleeding slowly.The chest is still warm, and the heartbeat has stopped for a short time, so it is judged that he is not brain dead yet.

She took out a bottle of potion from her bosom, sprinkled half of it on the wound on his neck, lifted his neck skillfully, and fed the other half into it.Most of the medicine flowed out from the corner of the unconscious mouth.

normal phenomenon.Theoretically speaking, he is already dead, and of course he lost the ability to swallow long ago.The externally applied medicine worked, and the wound on the neck stopped bleeding.Marciana applied a common healing spell, and the wound closed almost immediately.

The body has not completely lost its vitality, but the blood loss is too much, and the organs of the whole body, including the brain, fail due to hypoxia, and will soon die completely.

Loss of swallowing ability, unable to take blood supplements.

what to do?She put her palms on his chest and there was no heartbeat.The blood tonic that was poured in a little bit is not enough.what to do?

There is another way.

Marciana drew two nested circles and many complicated magic lines with her wand. She sat in the pool of Snape's blood, wrapped his upper body in her arms, and swiped her wand in her left palm.She cut his palm again with her wand, and the skin and flesh were split open, but there was no blood oozing out.She grasped his hand with her left hand, and the magic took effect, and she felt her own blood and magic power flow into the body with almost no vital signs.

Marciana put her lips on his still warm forehead, quietly feeling her life flowing into his body with the blood.She gently wiped off the dust and blood on his face with the back of her hand: This time, I finally didn't arrive too late.

This forehead is not yet cold.

She pressed her right hand to Snape's chest and watched his face turn from dead gray to blue, and then from blue to pale.Under the palm, the heart that was unwilling to die got a little blood and magic power, and began to beat tenaciously.

Until then, the emotions that Marciana had been forcibly excluded before came back to her mind like a sea of ​​water. Suddenly, intense pain, fear, anxiety, and sadness rushed to her heart, making her dizzy for a while.She tilted her head back and drank a bottle of blood tonic, and sent a message to Dumbledore: Screaming Shack, come quickly.

After a while, Fox appeared with Dumbledore.Dumbledore looked at the blood on the ground in horror: "What happened?" He looked up and saw Marciana and Snape sitting on the ground covered in blood, "Are you injured? What happened to Severus? "

Marciana shook her head: "I don't know, that's how it was when I found him. It should be the snake that attacked him, it's all his blood."

The blood on the ground has [-]% of the blood volume of an adult male, which is an absolutely fatal blood loss.Dumbledore froze: "Then he... Severus is not..."

Phoenix Fawkes flew over, landed on Snape's head, tilted his head to look at the wound on his neck, and shed a tear.The silver tears fell on the closed wound, completely healing it without leaving a scar.

Dumbledore stepped forward to check Snape's heartbeat and breathing, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Let Fox take him to St. Mungo's. Severus has heroically completed his task, and the next step is to rely on We are."

As if Marciana didn't hear it, she hugged the body tightly in her hands.

"Martha, we have to go." Dumbledore urged again, "Harry still needs us. It is very dangerous for him to be outside alone."

The black-haired witch sat on the blood-red ground and raised her head.Among the dense black and red blocks, a miserable white face seemed to be suspended in the darkness for no reason.With a cry, Fawkes jumped onto the shoulder of the weakly breathing wizard.Marciana came back to her senses, and looked at Phoenix hesitantly.Fox pecked her lightly as if urging her, and Marciana slowly let go.

Fawkes clawed at Snape's shoulders, a flash of fire lit up, and they disappeared.

Marciana looked at the place where they disappeared, collected herself, and tried to stand up while supporting the ground.Dumbledore reached out to support her and found a gash bleeding from her hand.

"You used your own blood and magic power to revive him?" Dumbledore observed her expression, "Can you still fight?"

"When I found him, he was almost dead. I had no other choice." Marciana smiled, "It's just a little blood, it doesn't matter, the battle is more than enough."

Dumbledore nodded, and the two went downstairs into the tunnel to Hogwarts.

When they found Harry Potter, the boy had just stepped out of the tower leading to the headmaster's office.

The child had a familiar look on Marciana's face.She had seen this expression more than two years ago when Snape was preparing to return to Voldemort's command, she had seen it just now when Minerva decided to live and die with Hogwarts, and she had seen it countless times in the mirror.

"He's ready," murmured Marciana.

Harry Potter walked out of the castle step by step.

Voldemort's Death Eaters had broken through the outermost defenses, and they were now engaged in a tug-of-war with members of the Order of the Phoenix on the playground.Just now, Voldemort's high-pitched and cold voice resounded throughout the campus.Those who would surrender, said Voldemort, he awaited their allegiance in the Forbidden Forest.Voldemort also said that if Harry Potter's body could not appear in front of him before dawn, then at sunrise, he would kill all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, leaving no one behind.

Standing in front of the stone gate, Harry listened to the roar of the werewolf outside the wall, the bang of exploding spells, the hoarse shouts of the teenagers in the voice-changing period, and the low cries of the injured students.From here to the Forbidden Forest, there is only a Quidditch stadium, and it usually takes only ten minutes to walk there.But at this time, standing between him and Voldemort were hundreds of Death Eaters, werewolves, and countless dementors.Each, each of them will cost him his life, but he must survive to find Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest and let him kill himself with his own hands.

On the battlefield, spells flew across, and flashes of various colors illuminated the deepest darkness before dawn.

Harry put on the Invisibility Cloak and walked into the fighting crowd.

Holding the wand, the boy walked towards his own death step by step.He passed Sirius who was fighting four or five Death Eaters back to back with Lupin, passed Ginny who fought side by side with Cho, Neville and Luna, passed Percy who was wiping the blood on his face and trying to heal his wounds. Fred.He passed people he loved and loved him, but couldn't stop to say goodbye to them.

If the sky hadn't been so dark, if the battlefield hadn't been so chaotic, maybe someone would have noticed that as the invisible boy walked step by step, there were drops of water falling on the ground.

Harry gripped his wand tightly, ready to fend off a spell flying towards him or fight a Death Eater who found him by accident.But miraculously, the spell always flew past him, the enemy always changed direction before hitting him, as if fate was holding his hand and leading him to his destined death.

What he couldn't see was that in front of him and behind him, there was a wizard who had completely disappeared.They smashed through countless spells flying towards the boy, and cut a path for him in the chaotic battlefield.

Harry walked into the Forbidden Forest.The moist forest air caressed his cheeks, he took out a golden snitch from his arms, and put his lips on it.The Snitch split open, and the boy pulled out a ring set with an ugly black stone.

In the faint white light of the tip of Harry's wand, Marciana saw him turn the stone a few times, then he looked up and seemed to see something they couldn't see.

Harry started talking to some unseen people.

"...Does it hurt? Will you stay with me?" The boy's voice came faintly, "Please stay by my side."

The boy continued to trek in the forest, accompanied by the ghost of the dead, to the world of the dead.

Marciana and Dumbledore followed Harry closely, wands clutched in their hands.Ahead, through a crack in the woods, there was a light from a campfire burning in a forest clearing.A group of silent Death Eaters gathered around the campfire.Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa huddled together with miserable faces and trembling, Bellatrix sat under Voldemort with disheveled hair, and Voldemort was in the middle of the crowd, stroking the old wand, the expression on his face It's like a child who finally got his favorite toy and can't wait to try it out.

Rookwood emerged from the forest and fell in front of Voldemort.

"Is he dead? Has Harry Potter's body been dedicated to me?"

"Not yet, master," whispered Rookwood. "There is no sign of the boy yet."

"It seems that giving more trust to my subordinates has not brought the results I want." Voldemort's high-pitched voice came clearly, and the Death Eaters lowered their heads in panic.

"I thought he would show himself," said Voldemort slowly.

Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak, tucked it and his wand under his robes, and walked toward the campfire with his bare hands.

Voldemort's high-pitched voice continued: "It seems... I was wrong."

"You're not wrong." Harry came out of the woods.

Marciana felt her heart beating so fast suddenly that it seemed to be beating her chest.She took a desperate breath, pointing the tip of her wand in Harry's direction.

What if Voldemort asked his own men to do it?What if Dumbledore's judgment was wrong and Harry couldn't survive?What if Voldemort ordered the snake to attack instead of the spell?

She felt her limbs go numb and her palms sweat physically, but she forced herself to hold her wand tight, ready to cast a protective spell at any moment.

Voldemort held up a palm, stopped his subordinates who were eager to pull out their wands, and stood up by himself.

"Harry Potter," whispered Voldemort, with pure childlike curiosity and pure cruelty, "The Boy Who Lived."

He tilted his head and looked at the destined enemy in the prophecy, as if he wanted to see something special about him.Voldemort didn't see anything, he raised his wand: "Avada Kedavra."

The green light hit the boy's forehead, and Harry fell silently.

Marciana felt a thin, cold, sweaty hand fumble around her wrist.Dumbledore's trembling voice rang in her ear: "Did he survive?"

Marciana tried her best to expand her perception.Harry didn't use magic, was far away, and surrounded by many powerful wizards, she could hardly hear anything.She resisted the evil humming from the dark wizards, and maximized her perception, two thin streams of blood flowed from her ears.

She heard it.

Marciana smiled, and shook Dumbledore's hand tightly.She heard a sigh of great joy, and a drop or two seemed to fall on the back of her hand.

Voldemort flicked his wand, and a flash of the spell hit Narcissa Malfoy, who let out a scream.

"You, go check it out. Tell me if he's dead or not."

Narcissa walked towards Harry slowly, leaning down | groping Harry's chest, her long blond hair hanging down like a curtain to cover the boy's face.

Marciana pursed her lips, raised her wand and pointed it at the weak blonde witch.I'm sorry, I promised Severus to spare you and your husband once, but I can't let you kill Harry.

She was about to cast the spell when she felt the thin hand grab her wrist again, pressing down firmly on her wand.Marciana was wondering when she saw Narcissa Malfoy sitting up straight and turning to face Voldemort.

Marciana was in a hurry, and she struggled to point her right hand at Narcissa again.

"He's dead!" Narcissa exclaimed.Marciana froze for a moment, then put down her right hand.

The Death Eaters cheered loudly, and the jubilation was mingled with a rough wail—it was Hagrid, who was tied aside, crying.

Voldemort noticed the half-giant, and untied him with a wave of his wand: "You hold him. He stands out and looks better in your arms, doesn't he? Hagrid, pick up your little friend. And the glasses—here He put on glasses—he had to be recognizable—”

Hagrid bent down crying, and gently took Harry into his arms, resting Harry's head on his arms like a baby.The half-giant's thick arms and body almost completely surrounded Harry, and no one could see whether there was any expression on the boy's face or whether his chest heaved or fell.

Harry is safe.

The Death Eaters poked Hagrid in the back with their wands to force him forward, and a group of people walked out of the Forbidden Forest, shouting and laughing noisily.They were jubilant, confident that they would soon break the will of the Order of the Phoenix and Hogwarts, and talked loudly about how the enemy would drop their wands and fall to the ground screaming when they saw Harry Potter's body.

Marciana put it on carefully, but felt Dumbledore hold her for the third time.She turned around in surprise, and found that Dumbledore had lifted the invisibility spell, and smiled to herself: "Just leave it to me."

"Both Harry and Severus are no longer held hostage by Voldemort. You have nothing to worry about." Dumbledore looked at her knowingly, "Go, Martha. Do what you always wanted to do." .”

Marciana also lifted the invisibility spell, confusion, surprise, and joy gradually appeared on her face.She nodded, silver liquid gushed out of her right hand, and a sharp straight sword took shape.She turned around, took two steps forward, and turned her head as if feeling something, just in time to see Dumbledore take out a round-bellied potion bottle the size of a basketball, with a strange purple-red potion tumbling inside and hand it to him. Fox, who had returned from St. Mungo's, patted Phoenix.

Marciana smiled and ran towards Hogwarts.