I'm playing a big knife at HP

Snape found Marciana LaRosa in a small room adjoining the basement.This small room apparently served as the host's office, the boxers' lounge, and a place for the audience to place bets. Papers were piled messily on a small wooden table, and there were several strips of dry brown liquid on the floor. rag.There was no one else in the room at the time, and Marciana LaRosa was sitting in a chair with her elbows on her knees, her head bowed, her back arched, and she was slowly undoing the bandages wrapped around her hands.The cold incandescent light hit her body, clearly showing the red and swollen blunt wounds and bloody abrasions on her shoulders.Lighting and shadows frame her graceful neck, slender but muscular arms, delicate shoulder blades, and even the looming muscles of her back beneath her tight tank top.

Marciana turned her head sideways and saw Snape standing at the door.She straightened up, the light illuminated her patterned face, at such a close distance, Snape could finally see some familiar features and outlines under the blue-black paint.

"Good evening, Professor," she smiled. "I thought I was hallucinating just now."

"Miss Larosa, I'm more surprised than you to meet you here." Snape said sarcastically, "Dumbledore told me I could find you here."

Her blue eyes stared at him, and there was no expression on her painted face.Snape felt irritated.

"Please wait for a long time, you must have something very important." She stood up and wrapped a thin windbreaker that reached her calves, "This is not a place to talk, I will leave with you right now."

Snape followed her, turned left and right, down a dark flight of stairs, and emerged from the ground through the back door.Breathing the cool night breeze, Snape felt that he had finally returned to a slightly familiar world.

When La Rosa stopped and turned to him, he said straight to the point: "Miss La Rosa, I just want to know if you have the heart of the sarcophagus in your hand, or its clues." He paused, "I want you to sell me some if you have any."

Marciana glanced at him, "I have, but I haven't dealt with it."

Snape couldn't believe his luck, "I mean a saurian, do you really have one?"

"To be precise, I happened to meet a shark lizard that wanted to eat me in the jungle," she spread her hands, "I only made the most basic preservation."

"Can I have a look?" Snape asked cautiously, noticing that Larosa hesitated visibly.

"When... do you need it?"

"Tonight, if it's unprocessed." Snape said curtly, "There was an accident, and I was supposed to add the materials I had prepared before sunrise tomorrow. If yours has not been processed, I will need all night time to prepare.”

"Okay then." She frowned, "If time is so urgent, you can only go to my residence to pick it up." Snape gave her a scrutiny look, nodded slightly, and stretched out his left hand.Marciana stretched out her right arm and hooked his arm gently.Snape thought it was weird: a tattooed man in a trench coat and combat trousers was holding his arm in a ladylike manner.But he didn't have time to feel these things, and she took him to Apparate in the next moment.

Quickly recovering from the discomfort of Apparating, Snape found Marciana heading towards a nondescript Muggle apartment building.There was a number on the gate, but he didn't see the name of the street.They were still in London, judging by the night sky, orange from the city's light pollution.

Marciana led Snape up to the third floor. She walked all the way to a white wall at the end of the corridor, and a narrow wooden door suddenly emerged from the wall.She waved her wand lightly, and after dispelling several protective spells, she took out the key and opened the door.

Marciana took off her trench coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door, and led Snape into the living room.Her apartment seemed ordinary at first glance, but there was a large floor-to-ceiling window facing her, and the living room was spacious and clear, which was by no means the layout that this dilapidated Muggle apartment building could have, and I don't know how many space expansion spells were used.Although the living room is not small, there is only a sofa, a coffee table in front of the sofa, a dining table in the kitchen, and only two chairs—if you ignore the plants she raises, it is almost as simple as a young girl's home .The most eye-catching thing in this apartment is the many plants standing, placing or hanging on the ground, shelves, and windowsills. The big ones are as tall as a person, and the small ones are no bigger than a fist. The fallen living room is full of life.

Snape took a closer look and found that there were magical varieties and ordinary plants, flowering and fruiting, all of them grew very well.

Marciana went straight to the kitchen, washed her hands, filled a kettle and put it on the stove.Next she produced a teapot, a pair of cups, and a pair of saucers, and tiptoed to reach the tray on the upper shelf of the cupboard.Her slender body was elongated, and her vest was slightly rolled up, exposing a small section of soft waist.

"Don't bother," Snape stood stiffly, "I want to see the goods directly."

Marciana turned her head and glanced at him upon hearing this, then turned to face him, "That's it, if you don't mind, I would like to ask you to wait a little longer in the living room. I want to deal with this," she pointed Pointing to his own face, he thought about it again, and added, "My mouth is broken, so it's not very convenient to speak. 15 minutes is enough."

Snape could only nod and sat down on the sofa.

"Is Darjeeling okay? I have Earl Grey, too."

"Darjeeling will do."

She scooped a large spoonful of dry tea leaves from the tea caddy and dashed them into boiling water.A few more cookies were taken out of a small tin can and placed on a plate.She lowered her head and fiddled with these things, the curves of her neck, back and waist were so soft, but the tattoos on her side face were so ferocious.Soon, Marciana placed a pot of hot tea, a small plate of cookies, and a plate of sandwiches cut into small pieces on the table in front of Snape, nodded to him, and disappeared behind a door.

Snape didn't hear the sound of water - it must have been the Silencing Charm - but he could smell the warm rose scent.There is no doubt that this is the smell of La Rosa body wash.He picked up the teacup, the light scent of black tea could not overwhelm the thin scent of roses.He picked up another cookie and smelled it, rich butter and sweet vanilla.Snape suddenly remembered that he had missed dinner tonight.He took a careful bite, was amazed at how delicious it was, and unceremoniously ate the whole dish with his tea.Then he decided to try a sandwich too.

When Marciana came out, she had already changed into a set of comfortable home clothes, the fake tattoos on her face were washed clean, and there was a hint of blush after bathing on her smooth and crystal-clear cheeks.She was carrying an old dragonskin trunk and said nothing as she glanced over the two empty plates in front of Snape.She put the box on the floor, opened it, got in first, poked her head out and said to Snape, "Please come in with me to see, the sarcophagus is an adult beast, my apartment is not big enough."

Snape followed her down the narrow escalator, and inside the box was a brightly lit room the size of a football field.A few steps away from them in the room was a workbench half a person's height, on which lay a shark-lizard beast.The shark-lizard beast was ten meters long and nearly three meters high. The hideous head covered with bone fragments accounted for one-third of its body. The dust on the corpse was cleaned up and carefully preserved with spells.Snape walked quickly to the workbench, inspected it carefully, and nodded "Very well, I will." He quoted the price of the first batch of materials he bought from the supplier, "How?"

Snape hated haggling, but he was good at it, and he wasn't afraid to do it.He knew that the price he quoted would probably be higher than what she sold to the drug dealer, but he had no choice but to tell Miss Larosa how urgently he needed the medicinal materials, and obviously she could use this to make some extra profits .

"Fair." She said indifferently, "Deal."

Tsk, Gryffindor.

Snape, who had nothing to show off his bargaining skills, rolled his eyes inwardly.

Marciana put on a pair of long gloves, turned the small handle on the side of the workbench, and a drawer slid out, inside which were all kinds of knives, saws, and scissors of various sizes and shapes, shining coldly.She picked up a chisel, and carefully and quickly pried off the scales on the shark-lizard beast's chest, putting them away piece by piece, and her movements were very neat and skillful.While staring at her operation, Snape asked casually, "So, our ex-student president's nickname is Cobra?"

"Well. The nickname they gave me. At first they asked my name, and I said whatever," Marciana bent down to pick up a small knife, and quickly and accurately cut open the soft skin of the shark lizard. My chest cavity, but not a drop of blood came out. "They called me 'girl'. Then it was 'the girl'. Then it was cobra."

"Why?" Snape couldn't help asking at last, "I don't see the point of your... 'hobby'... If you use magic, there's no way those Muggles can hurt you." He gave a mean sneer, "So do you like being beaten, or do you like beating Muggles?"

"I've never used magic there—whether it's defense or offense—I fight completely like a Muggle. I've been very careful to restrain all my magic power." Marciana pursed her lips, "That's right, relying on potions and spells, my recovery is faster, and because of the nourishment of magic power, my breasts are also stronger, but out of fairness, I will secretly heal my opponent after each battle, so as to Make sure there are no hidden dangers left on them." She glanced at Snape cautiously, "Even if the Ministry of Magic finds out, I won't be in any trouble."

Snape snorted coldly, "It's a Gryffindor characteristic to think too highly of yourself. Stop showing off your cleverness in front of me! What kind of tricks do you have for a little Auror like you to make me voluntarily fight with you?" Dealing with the Ministry of Magic?" He pulled his face down, his dark brows pressing down on his slender black eyes.

Marciana blushed.

Her embarrassment clearly pleased Snape, who twitched one corner of his mouth into a contemptuous smile.But she quickly calmed down.

"I made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me."

Snape froze for a moment, he felt a little inexplicably annoyed by her politeness: maybe it was because her backing down deprived him of an excuse to continue being mean to her.Neither of them spoke for a while, but eventually Snape's curiosity got the better of him: "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Oh. Why do I punch? I think it's good practical training, you know, to develop my fighting spirit."

"I don't know," Snape retorted mercilessly, "and I don't think such brutish hand-to-hand combat is of any use to wizards in combat."

"Agility and skill are very helpful in dodging and accurately launching spells." She carefully cut the last knife, reached into the monster's chest with both hands and took out a basketball-sized heart, straightened up and shrugged, "And I don't want to Let others slaughter you when you can’t use your magic power or your magic power is exhausted... No one knows if that will happen. Be vigilant at all times.”

"Why that place?" Snape asked, waving his wand to conjure a large glass bottle.

"Oh thank you..." Marciana carefully put her heart into the glass bottle that Snape was holding, filled it with clean water, took a handful of silver powder and sprinkled it in, and Snape put the cap on the bottle and sprayed it. A powerful spell of protection.While packing up the cleaning tools, she said, "Why did you choose the underground black boxing arena? Because there, my enemies will not be able to hit them all. Of course the training of the Auror Division is very comprehensive, but the instructors will not really hurt me, and it's too bad Yes, I also know." She paused, "...I was beaten badly in the first match there, if I wasn't a witch, I would have died, and the opponent was just a guy not much bigger than me Muggle man. I have never faced such a naked killing intent, and I am completely shocked. Do you know how high the loss rate is for young Aurors who have just practiced? The average for the last five years is 30% …My job is a life-and-death fight. I just want to be more prepared, mentally and technically.”

Snape actually understood exactly what she was saying.Unlike most wizards, thanks to his childhood and adolescence experience, he fully understands the role of agility, endurance, and combat awareness—even in magic battles.He is no stranger to the enemy's evil thoughts and killing intent, but he has also seen with his own eyes his young peers panicked in battle, and the next moment they were hit by the killing curse and fell silent.He was just surprised that she had such an understanding when she was still a student: Generally speaking, this kind of understanding can only be exchanged for terror, blood, pain, and even the death of people around her.But if it's La Rosa, it's not surprising to have this kind of awareness.Although Snape still thought her reasons were far-fetched, he didn't want to press any further.

Snape looked at the bright face of the 19-year-old girl, which glowed softly in the light.There was a slightly red swollen cheek on her cheek—probably from a hit, but she hadn't had time to deal with it yet—but her eyes were as calm as a black lake.

He thought, those boys who chased her in school should really see what she looks like today.What do they know.

Snape put away the bottle and took his leave as soon as he paid the galleons.The two climbed out of the suitcase, and Marciana escorted him to the door.Snape turned back, "Miss Larosa." He paused, "If you have any rare materials in the future, please let me know."

"My honour, Professor Snape." She smiled, the wound on the corner of her mouth was pulled, and a trace of almost imperceptible pain crossed her face.Snape's dark eyes looked at her cheek, and he quickly looked away, "Thank you for the tea." He nodded hastily, turned and left quickly.

Marciana watched as the hem of his pitch-black robe curled up and disappeared through the crack of the door, and then the door slammed shut behind him.She hesitated for a moment, and took two steps forward to put her eyes on the cat's eyes.The tall, thin figure was no longer in the corridor.

Marciana walked back to the living room, ready to pack the teapot and cups.She bent down, only to find a glass vial as thick as a thumb and as long as a middle finger standing next to the white disk.She gently pulled the cork off the bottle and sniffed carefully.It is a potion for healing trauma.She dipped a little bit of it with her finger and tasted it on the tip of her tongue. The quality was master class.

She smiled and felt that today was a really good day.

The author has something to say: Note: The loss rate is not the death rate, but the sum of death, injury and retirement, and psychological inability to adapt to job transfer.Here is the first year depreciation rate.Significant decline in the second year.

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