I'm playing a big knife at HP

A white, soft, flawless hand gently caressed his face, and another hand with a slightly rough palm held his hand.

"Welcome back."

Snape looked around the simple room: "Where am I?"

"Saint Mungo, you've been asleep for three days."

Snape reached for the scar on his neck and found that the skin was smooth.

"You're fine. The snakebite wound was healed on the same day, and you have fully recovered after drinking the blood tonic." Marciana smiled, "The therapist said that you have been awake because you I haven't slept well for a long time, and I'm trying to make up for sleep."

Snape, who was lying on the bed trying to act weak to gain sympathy, suddenly felt that he couldn't go on acting, and got up by himself.

He sorted out his thoughts and cleared his throat: "There were some things before...I want to explain to you."

Marciana handed him a bottle of blood tonic and helped him put the pillow behind him.Her gentle demeanor gave Snape a boost of confidence.He quickly conceived a touching beginning, followed by a progressive structure that would ensure that the other party would not slam the door out before hearing his three major contradictions and five major difficulties. Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Marciana turned to open the door, and Snape had to hold back the beginning.

Standing outside the door was a fat, red-faced wizard.Slughorn patted Marciana's shoulder very lovingly, and squeezed into the ward: "After all, the school was not so busy, and I finally found time to visit you. They told me that you often stay at Severus Swan's ward—oh!"

When Slughorn turned his head, he found a wizard with a bad face on the hospital bed staring at him, happily sat down beside the hospital bed, his fat body forced the patient half a foot in: "West Fleurs! You're awake! My boy, how do you feel?"

Snape's well-crafted explanation was forcibly interrupted, and he felt uncomfortable now, caught between the wall and Slughorn's ass.

"Please remember," he said darkly, "that he is alive."

"I really wronged you before, child," Slughorn sighed again and again, "You did something amazing. We didn't know it at the time, and we were very rude to you. Minerva and the others regret it very much."

Snape's face turned a little better: "It's nothing, I don't care. You can't know."

"You saved a lot of people. You boiled the potion that brought down hundreds of werewolves, right? I still haven't figured out how you did it."

Snape cast a quick glance at Marciana, seeing that she was also listening attentively, coughed lightly, and explained with extra patience: "It was just a simple idea. Ever since Voldemort recruited werewolves, he ordered me to Brew wolfbane potion for werewolves every month. I made a little change to the potion to make it more effective for sleeping. Of course, there is a small side effect-the potion will remain in their body, once inhaled a special Once the potion steams, you will fall into a deep sleep." He glanced at the smiling witch leaning against the wall again, "This method of using potions in stages was inspired by Martha."

Marciana remembered that when they first became colleagues, they fought wits and bravery. In order to plot against her, Snape divided a potion into four steps to use, including her perfume, plants and desserts. I couldn't help laughing.

Slughorn shook his head in admiration: "I have to say, this is a genius idea. Severus, I know you are good at potions, but I didn't expect you to be so creative. With this alone, you will be famous Noise—can you imagine what the Potions world would be like..."

Marciana noticed that Snape didn't seem to be listening to Slughorn's compliment, but was looking at her intently.Even with her thick skin, she couldn't help but lower her head.

Slughorn noticed the other party's gaze, turned his head to look at Marciana, and suddenly remembered his original intention of coming today: "Martha! I haven't had time to ask you, how are you doing? St. Mungo Has the inspection report come out?"

Marciana quickly replied: "It's out, it's fine. I dealt with the bite in time, and there won't be any sequelae."

"That's good, that's good." Slughorn's eyes fell on her right hand. "It seems that your hand has grown. You have a lot of courage. Not everyone is broken in that situation." Arm's determination."

Snape was startled, and looked at her right hand, Marciana smiled at him comfortingly: "It's nothing, this kind of injury can be easily healed."

"Speaking of which, you surprised me several times that day." Slughorn couldn't hide the curiosity on his face, "Why can you fly like Voldemort, and how can you fly so fast?"

"Severus taught me this spell." She looked at Snape on the hospital bed with bright eyes.

Snape didn't know anything about the situation of the battle that day, after thinking about Slughorn's words for a while, he guessed a general idea.He also became curious: "But I can't fly as fast as Voldemort myself."

"Do you remember the day we moved Harry?"

Snape froze, thinking of Moody, his smile faded.Marciana pursed her lips: "Voldemort used this spell to chase me that day. I saw him use it before, and I understood it. After exploring it for a while, I can use it at the level of Voldemort. So, count me as Voldemort's?"

Slughorn couldn't understand it, after all, he had never heard of anyone who saw someone using a spell to understand, but Snape understood.Marciana had already learned the basics of this spell, and she used her magic sensitivity to figure out the subtleties of Voldemort's spellcasting. People are better.Voldemort was aware of Marciana's terrifying ability to learn, but he never imagined that anyone could actually watch him learn an advanced spell in just one or two sessions.Snape felt an inexplicable pride once again.

Slughorn looked at the two smiling at each other in the ward, and the shrewd Head Slytherin suddenly realized something: "You two..."

Snape and Marciana turned their heads in unison, and stared at Slughorn with two pairs of eerily bright eyes.

"Yes, that's right. I should go." Slughorn stood up immediately. "You take care of yourself."

Within three seconds, this sleek fat old man disappeared outside the ward.

Snape felt that Slughorn's shrewdness still had some redeeming qualities, worthy of a Slytherin.

"What happened to your arm?" he asked immediately.

"Ah, it's nothing. Fenrir bit me. I didn't want to become a werewolf, so I cut off my right arm." Marciana sat down in front of the hospital bed, curled her lips and said, "If you want to make a joke, I will Laugh."

Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I know you must have said something in your heart like 'hands-slashing madman, we can't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy'." Marciana said angrily, "I don't care about you for the sake of your injuries."

The other party didn't answer, nor did he laugh at her, but took her left hand with some new injuries, and gently stroked the scar on the back of her hand with his thumb.

Marciana felt her face was a little hot, so she handed her right hand over to cover her left: "Here, just look at this one if you want to see it. This new one looks so pretty."

That hand was white and delicate, as soft and delicate as a newborn baby, which was Marciana's favorite look.But he didn't let go, instead he pulled her left hand up, put it on his lips and pressed it lightly.

Marciana shuddered, feeling her cheeks burn.She withdrew her left hand and quickly glanced at the door of the ward, only to find that the door was still closed before she felt relieved.

She felt that the other party's eyes were a little too eager, and she began to ramble in a panic: "You...what happened to you that day? Why did Voldemort attack you?"

She didn't hear an answer after a while, she looked up a little strangely, and found Snape's expression was very strange.

"I don't know what to tell you." He sighed, and recounted everything that happened in the Shrieking Shack that day.

Marciana remembered Dumbledore telling her to put his wand in the grave - he had known then that Voldemort was looking for it.No, maybe even earlier.Perhaps Dumbledore had already planned such a plan when he asked Snape to kill him, and for such a long time, Dumbledore not only deliberately concealed them, he didn't even give Snape the slightest reminder.Thinking of this, Marciana trembled uncontrollably all over.

At this time, the door was knocked again.The door opened, and standing outside was the person they were talking about just now.

"I heard from Horace that Severus is awake." Dumbledore smiled happily. "How do you feel?"

The ward door slammed shut behind his and was sealed with a spell.Dumbledore turned around in surprise, and found that he had a sharp sword on his collarbone, and Marciana was staring at him with red eyes.

"Did you know?" Marciana asked sternly, "Did you know that Voldemort was going to kill Severus?"

"Martha?" Dumbledore stared into the other's tear-filled eyes in surprise.

"Almost everyone I've ever loved, my parents, my siblings, Alastor, all died because of the Order of the Phoenix. I gave everything to defeat Voldemort, and Severus Snape was all I had. Now look into my eyes and answer me." Marciana said softly, "Are you planning to let Voldemort get the Elder Wand on the premise that you know that Voldemort will kill Severus because of this? Are you agreeing?" After I stop hiding your plan, send him to die without telling me?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes weakly: "Martha..."

"answer me!"

"No! I did intend to make Severus the master of the Elder Wand, but I didn't expect Voldemort to kill him for it!" Dumbledore replied firmly, "I didn't expect Voldemort to find out that the Elder Wand didn't belong to him! "

Marciana watched his expression sharply: "Why did you design Severus to be the master of the Elder Wand?"

"Because he's the perfect man to kill me. And...and I thought it would make him safer." Dumbledore sighed. "The Elder Wand won't harm its owner. The fact that Fleurs was exposed before he was victorious that Voldemort was going to kill him would at least buy him some time before he could escape."

"But I am not the master of the Elder Wand, am I?" Snape said calmly. "It was just a puppet that was disarmed that day on the Astronomy Tower. You are still the master of the Elder Wand."

"No, I am not the owner of the Elder Wand." Dumbledore frowned. "The Elder Wand attacked me when I was dueling with Voldemort."

"On the Astronomy Tower, is the wand in the puppet's hand the real Elder Wand?" Snape asked in surprise.Dumbledore nodded.

"Draco disarmed the puppet, so he is the master of the Elder Wand? No, no." Snape murmured, "That night, Potter caught up with Draco... Potter disarmed the dagger. Laco's wand. So Potter? But—but I knocked Potter down before I left, and I hit him with the Disarming Charm—"

Snape looked up in horror. "So, I was really the master of the Elder Wand? Voldemort killed me, so he did become the master of the Elder Wand?"

Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "To be honest, the law of inheritance of the Elder Wand is very elusive. I sometimes think it has a will of its own. But what I confirm is that Voldemort was very powerful when we dueled."

Marciana also nodded: "He is stronger than when I met in the Ministry of Magic. I almost exhausted my magic power to hold him back."

Snape held his head and thought about the ownership of the Elder Wand and why he had to take that bite. Marciana narrowed her eyes and turned to Dumbledore: "I haven't finished asking. Why did you ask me to take your wand back then?" Put it in the grave?"

"Although the wand in the puppet's hand is real, I replaced the old wand with a fake wand before it was buried-you should be able to understand this." Dumbledore sighed, "but then I heard you mention Well, Harry said Voldemort was looking for a man named Gregorovitch."

"Yes." Marciana nodded. "I knew Gregorovitch was a wandmaker. I thought Voldemort wanted him to make another wand."

"Ever since Harry told me that Voldemort's wand refused to hurt him, I've suspected that Voldemort intended to change his wand. And the Elder Wand was undoubtedly one of his targets." Dumbledore said slowly, "until I Hearing Gregorovich's name again confirmed that he had not only been looking for the Elder Wand, but that he was on the right track. There are very few living people who know this, but Gregorovich once had the Elder Wand. wand."

Both Marciana and Snape were taken aback.

"At that time, I thought that since Voldemort had already found the clue, he would find me sooner or later. Letting him find it slowly would only implicate more innocent people, so I used my own channel to release some news, let Voldemort Knowing that the Elder Wand finally belonged to me." Dumbledore sighed, "I sneaked into Hogwarts, transformed the puppet into a rotting corpse, and exchanged the real wand for the fake one, so as not to let our secret plan go through. I thought Voldemort Getting the Elder Wand would make Severus safer. I really didn't expect him to realize that the Elder Wand didn't quite obey him."

Marciana silently put away the silver sword.

"Martha, I'm sorry for keeping it from you. I'm willing to disclose all my other plans to you, but this one - the temptation of the Deathly Hallows is too great." Yana's chopped off right hand, "I was fascinated by one of them. I wouldn't bet on it."

Marciana nodded, expressing her understanding.Dumbledore sighed again, and was about to continue to say something, when the door of the ward was knocked for the third time.

Snape was confused - he had never seemed so popular.

The door opened, and several people poured in - Harry, Sirius, and Lupine.The ward was packed to the brim.

"Ah! Dumbledore, Martha, you're all here!" Sirius seemed relieved, turned his head to look at Snape, and forced a smile, "I heard you're awake, Snape."

"I can't die." Snapera had a long face, "Why, very disappointed?"

"Why are you like this!" Sirius raised his voice, and glanced at Harry again, showing a swallowed expression, "It was Harry who asked to see you."

Snape sneered: "You are so honest, Blake, this is the first time I have seen someone admit to my face that the visit is not sincere. You can go, I don't want to see you either."

Sirius blushed, and was forcibly held back by the helpless Lupine.

Harry glanced nervously at Marciana, then at Snape nervously, took a deep breath and took a step forward: "I—I'm here to apologize to you, Professor Snape."

Snape showed a very embarrassing sneer, and folded his arms fiercely: "Really? Tell me, Potter?"

"I - I didn't know you'd been working for the Order because of my mother - I've had a bad opinion of you, I'm sorry." Harry scratched his hair in embarrassment.

Snape raised one corner of his mouth sarcastically: "Oh, is that the only thing you did wrong? What else?"

I'm going to have to make the brat apologize for everything he's done since first year, Snape thought contentedly, especially the few times he stole my medicine.

Harry gave Marciana another nervous look: "And - er - Remus and Tonks told me that you and Professor LaRosa might - just -"

Snape felt a little confused when the conversation started to take an unexpected direction.Sirius looked at Marciana, and when he found that she didn't refute, he showed the distressed eyes of a priest when he saw a girl who had lost his footing.

"I mean—well, I did say in front of everyone that you loved my mother all your life—" Harry continued to scratch his head, "Professor La Rosa was there, but I didn't know that— I mean, I'm telling the truth, right—"

Five thunderbolts are not enough to describe Snape's mood at this time.He started looking for his wand with shaking hands, trying to put a Silencing Charm on old Potter's equally hideous son.But he couldn't find his wand, and Harry had gone on.

"Honestly, I'm glad you're trying to start a new relationship. After all these years, I also think it's weird and perverted that you've been secretly in love with my mother—you think, I'm already this old." Harry was a little nervous, and said The more she said, the faster she said, "I hope Professor La Rosa won't feel like a substitute, I don't think so? After all, my mother has been dead for so many years-although Ginny said that the living can never compete with the dead, but I don't think she's right—she also said that childhood sweethearts have the deepest feelings, just like me and her, but your situation is different, just, my mother didn't like you—"

Snape collapsed on the pillow in despair, looking as if he had completely lost the will to live.Dumbledore couldn't bear it, Lupine covered his forehead in grief, and Marciana trembled all over, showing an extremely strange expression on her face.

"Harry, it's great that you have this intention." Dumbledore said decisively, "Professor Snape still needs to rest, you should go back first."

"Then let's go!" Sirius walked out without hesitation, "Hey, Snape, we apologized!"

Harry seemed to want to say something, but Lupine saw that Snape seemed to be about to jump off the hospital bed to physically silence Harry, so he interrupted him firmly: "It's okay, Harry! I think you've said enough Already!"

Harry was dragged out of the ward by Lupine, but he still grabbed the door frame very firmly and shouted: "Then do you forgive me? I'm really sorry! Just say forgive me, or I won't feel safe ah……"

The door of the ward was closed again.

The three people in the ward looked at each other.The muscles on Marciana's face kept trembling, and a thin layer of tears had already accumulated in her eyes.

"Well, um." Dumbledore curled his beard, "I'll go first."

He disappeared faster than Slughorn, leaving Snape alone to face a trembling, suspicious-looking Marciana.

Snape cleared his throat, "I can really explain."

He glanced at Marciana's watery blue eyes, and decided to cut it short: "Don't listen to Potter's nonsense! As for everything else—" Snape paused, and said firmly, "That's all It was Dumbledore's fault!"

His words were interrupted by Marciana's wild laughter.

"Listen to me, I—" Snape noticed that the other party was laughing unsteadily, not listening to his explanation at all, so he stretched out his hands to hold the other's dangling head, "Stop laughing!"

Marciana laughed until tears came out: "Oh, I'm so worried, will I be your substitute for Bai Yueguang?"

"I knew there was nothing good about Potter!" Snape gritted his teeth, "Don't listen to his nonsense—I'm going to make that heartless boy sooner or later—hey, can you stop laughing?"

Marciana didn't listen to him and laughed loudly.

"Stop laughing!" Snape had no choice but to jump over the wall suddenly, oh no, pulled her face over wisely, and kissed her on the lips.

This method works wonders.

Marciana immediately stopped smiling and stared at him with flushed cheeks.At that moment, Venus, Aphrodite, Cupid and Yue Lao bless Severus at the same time, and he was so blessed that he slowly moved over.

Then the door of the ward was knocked for the fourth time, and Marciana jumped up like a frightened animal to open it.

Together, Venus and Cupid were no match for the cruel goddess of fate, and they left the ward cursing.

Marciana brushed her hair and was about to pull the doorknob, which had already been opened by an impatient visitor.

"I brought you mixed berry cheesecake, Martha!" Tonks jumped in, holding up the cardboard box in his hand, "Remus said Snape was awake?"

She raised her head to look at Snape, waved her hand, then turned to Marciana and said, "Is he really all right? Why do I think he looks so bad?"

Marciana took the cake, with the back of her hand imprinting her cheeks that were still a little hot: "Why didn't you come with Remus?"

"I didn't finish the prenatal check-up just now. Oh, by the way, didn't Harry and the others come to apologize? How is it? Is it going well? Snape and them settled down?"

Tonks turned his head and looked at Snape again, and asked Marciana worriedly: "Hey, did I say that there is really no hidden danger in his body? His face seems to be even uglier!"

Marciana was speechless, and Tonks turned to greet the wounded with concern: "Are you all right, Snape?"

Snape stared darkly at Tonks: "I find I've won, but I'm not happy."

Snape knew that Marciana loved this junior very much, and it was not easy to drive him away directly, so he tried to convey his threat with his eyes——Come on, I will be happy when you leave.He even tried to use Legilimency, but Tonks turned away before he could make eye contact.

The witch with short pink hair shrugged at Marciana: "I really don't understand these middle-aged literary men." She sighed, "My Remus is like this, he looks worried about the country and the people all day long. I told him that the most important thing in life is to be happy, and he also told me to watch less Hong Kong comedies."

Tonks rubbed his chin, and asked thoughtfully: "Hey Martha, do you think there might be a generation gap between them and us? How did you and Snape solve this problem?"

"No! There is no generation gap between us!" Snape lost the last bit of patience to maintain his superficial politeness, and shouted from the side.

Tonks glanced at him blankly: "But, aren't you the same age as Remus? I even complained about your class with Martha at Hogwarts... There is an old saying in the East, one day Be a teacher and be a father for life. The generation gap is definitely—"

Snape looked like he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, and Marciana quickly interrupted her: "Dora, my dear, I know you've been addicted to martial arts lately, but I'm pretty sure that's not how this oriental proverb is used."

"Oh, that's it." Tonks scratched his head, "Anyway, I just came to see you and say hello to Snape. I didn't have any friendship with Snape in the Order of the Phoenix before, but now that you two are getting along Come on, I think Remus and I can still be friends with him!"

Tonks gave Snape a friendly smile.Rejection was written all over Snape's face, and he tried to express his reluctance with his body language.

"I think today is a very good start!" Tonks clapped his hands, "Okay! Snape, take a good rest, you really have to start health care at this age, remember to sleep more and get angry less. I'll go first Lah--the series I'm chasing is about to start!"

With that said, Tonks walked out the door happily.

"Wait!" Marciana said, biting her lips, "Do you know what happened to Bellatrix in the end?"

Tonks turned around and nodded, "She's dead, killed by Molly in the duel."

"Molly?" Marciana was taken aback, "Did she use a death curse?"

Tonks shook his head. "It's just a split. At that time, Voldemort was about to escape, Bellatrix was distracted, and got hit right in the chest by that curse."

"It's weird though," Tonks tilted his head in confusion, "I thought Bellatrix could have avoided that spell, but—but she didn't."

"I see." Marciana whispered. "Is her death quick? Should—shouldn't be too painful?"

"It should be?" Tonks said uncertainly, "I don't know—she shed tears before she died." She saw the flickering depression on Marciana's face, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Marciana hooked the corners of her lips, "I just thought, she could—forget it, it's nothing."

She smiled at the ignorant short-haired witch: "Go back quickly, isn't your show about to start?"

Tonks hurried away.Marciana sighed, turned around, and found that Snape was straightening his neck and pouring blood tonic down tons and tons.She watched in horror as Snape drank a large bottle of horrible potion in one gulp, threw the bottle away and began to search frantically: "Discharged! I'm going to be discharged now!...Where's my wand?!"

Marciana silently handed him the hawthorn wand.

Snape had just received his wand when there was a fifth knock on the door.This time, Snape threw a blocking spell without hesitation, and threw himself at the boots under the bed: "I'm not here! If you ask me any more, I'll just say I'm seriously injured, let them go to the morgue!"

Marciana secretly cast a peeping spell: "Hey! It's Rita Skeeter, and - that's a reporter from "Witch Weekly"! Wait, the one behind them seems to be your fan ah?"

Turning around, she found that Snape was fully dressed, opened the window, and stepped out with one leg.

"Come with me." He turned around and held out a hand, "There is no time, let's go!"

Marciana silently lifted the quilt and lay on the hospital bed: "You go first, I will delay for you."

Snape was overwhelmed.In his life, no girl has ever made such a big sacrifice for him.He climbed down from the window lattice, gave Marciana a quick kiss on the cheek, and jumped out of the window even faster to escape.

After making sure Snape was gone, Marciana got up and closed the window, picked up a hair from the pillow, and fished out a bottle of Polyjuice Potion.

She drank the polyjuice potion and lay back on the bed pretending to be weak.

This person actually has female fans, Marciana thought as she lifted the blocking spell.

Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles.A good fighter never underestimates his opponent - let me first understand the enemy's situation!

Seeing the witches rushing in with fanatical expressions, Marciana showed a weak yet strong smile.

The author has something to say: Warning!The following is the author's interpretation of the relationship between Martha and Bellatrix, read carefully.

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I have always tried my best to avoid explaining my own interpretations in replies and essays, because one, I should clearly write the information I want to write in the text; two, readers may have their own logical explanations, read my Interpretation may instead affect the reading experience.But more than one little angel asked me what Martha thought of Bella, so I really didn't write clearly here.

In a way, Bella is the Martha of Voldemort's camp.They have many similarities: they are both witches with high strength and talent, they can be regarded as the second in command in the camp, and even the personality of not looking back after hitting the south wall is a bit similar.Martha regards Voldemort and Rolle as enemies, while she regards Bella as "a terrible opponent".Martha's perception of Bella, in short, is "I won't hold back when I meet you, and I will definitely kill you, but you are a worthy opponent".In the battle of the Astronomy Tower before, Martha knocked Fenrir out and said that you couldn't do two moves under Bella's hands, and you dared to provoke me, which actually shows that she has a crush on Bella as an opponent (but she I underestimated Fenrir a little bit, and suffered a big loss in the final battle).

From the way Bella dealt with the Longbottoms, she was a terrible and cruel woman, and there was no turning back.But this dreadful woman ends more tragically than the original.In the final battle, I set Voldemort to leave Bella and escape by himself.Bella was abandoned by someone she trusted and loved with all her heart, and it was a fatal blow to her.She lost the will to fight at that moment, so she died.This is the most essential difference between Bella and Martha - Martha has her own goals, even if she is betrayed by everyone, she will use her last breath to kill Voldemort; but everything about Bella is tied to Voldemort alone Body, Voldemort abandoned her, her faith collapsed.

Martha said in the epilogue [-], "She could have...", which means that Bella could have loved someone more worthy of love, or used her talents in more meaningful places.Martha felt that although Bella should be damned, she was a witch with impeccable talent, beauty, and background. She joined Voldemort's camp since she was a girl. She did nothing but murder and set fire. Before realizing that most of his life had been devoted to such an unworthy master, it was hateful but pitiable.

Having said that, let me explain why I set Voldemort to abandon Bella and flee - because this is the most in line with his personality under the circumstances at the time.Of course Voldemort wouldn't run in the books - he didn't think he would lose at all.Although all his subordinates were knocked down, most of the main combat power of the Order of the Phoenix in the original book was killed or injured. From his point of view, since he was so strong, the other party sent out a child who held a wand that was not in his hand and opened his mouth. (Original book Harry's wand snapped, this time Draco's wand), victory was at hand.But at the end of this article, the balance of power is very different. Dumbledore is still alive, the four directors and the main combat power of the Order of the Phoenix are all alive, and Voldemort's defeat is set.Would Voldemort be the kind of Xiang Yu-style person who would rather fight to the death than run away?I don't think so - from the fact that he made seven Horcruxes, he is extremely risk-averse and afraid of death.In fact, Voldemort tried to escape to save his life, and the ending of his plan to make a comeback in the future was doomed when Martha rescued Dumbledore.

Next question - why didn't he take Bella?Why did he take Bella with him when he escaped from the Ministry of Magic at the end of Book [-], but not here?Because there is no risk in taking Bella from the Ministry of Magic - the Ministry of Magic can apparate, and it is no problem to take someone.Hogwarts can't, Bella is surrounded by hundreds of enemies, and even if he can fly, he can't fly as fast, so he might not be able to get away with Bella.The flying speed I set is Voldemort = Martha > Bella > Professor.If it wasn't for Martha's desperate efforts to hold him back, Voldemort would have escaped successfully. Afterwards, the Order of the Phoenix was in the light and he was in the dark, and the situation turned in Voldemort's favor again.