I'm playing a big knife at HP

Since Severus Snape's childhood, he has developed a habit of secretly observing people around him, analyzing their behavior, psychology and motivation.

His first object of observation was naturally the alcoholic father who had a volatile temper and could explode at any time and get slapped.As he got older, he found it a very useful habit.And after he graduated and joined the Death Eaters, he began to systematically collect information on everyone he met and write down his own analysis.Over time, he accumulated a considerable number of notes.

Snape called it "reading notes".He managed to survive so many years as a double agent, and this notebook owes a lot to him.

In his notebook, the first entry about Marciana La Rosa was actually written about a year after she graduated.

He has taught many students, and there are many who have excellent grades. Although La Rosa is talented, this alone does not deserve a place in his notebook.Only after that extremely weird meeting did Snape faintly realize the weirdness of this witch.

That was May 1986.

Snape didn't appear at the teacher's desk during dinner at Hogwarts that day, but he appeared in Dumbledore's office after dinner.

"You mean, you need the heart of the saurian?" Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him through crescent-shaped lenses, his white eyebrows raised high.

"That's right, if it wasn't urgent, I wouldn't have come to you either." Snape paced irritably, "I had already prepared enough materials, but those geniuses! Just this morning, my gifted student sent a The most common sedative in the pot boiled down into poisonous smoke that can penetrate the protection spell! The ingredients I had prepared have been completely smoked! I have boiled that batch of potion for three weeks and used a lot of precious ingredients. Can't proceed to the next step..." Snape's cheek muscles twitched, "I've waited eighteen months for this batch of materials."

"What does your material supplier say? What about the pharmacy in Diagon Alley?"

"I contacted the supplier right away, and they are out of stock, and it's impossible to have it in the short term. I just went to Diagon Alley, and Knockturn Alley, and they don't have any." Snape looked very Tired, "I was just trying my luck. As you know, shark lizards only live in tropical rain forests and must be imported. They cannot be raised at all, and they are difficult to hunt because they are ferocious and good at hiding. The destroyed one in my hand It took a year and a half for the supplier to obtain such an approval.”

Dumbledore rested his elbows on the desk, fingertips facing each other, "Well, I see. When do you need it?"

"Tomorrow. It's best before sunrise tomorrow." Snape frowned and shook his head. "I can change the cooking method and delay it until tomorrow night. Of course, the effect will be reduced, but if I don't join in before sunrise the day after tomorrow , the medicine is completely ruined."

Dumbledore also sighed, "It's not good to have an accident someday, but today."

Both youth educators were silent at this moment.

"I just wanted to see if you had a clue, maybe one of your old friends might have saved a little?" Snape asked dryly, obviously not expecting much.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment, and said, "Try to contact Martha LaRosa."

Snape showed a puzzled expression: "Miss Larosa? The Auror?"

"As far as I know, she was on a mission in the Congo recently and just returned to the UK. Martha...sometimes collects some unique local materials, and she is very familiar with the material suppliers. She may know."

"It's already Friday night, tomorrow is the weekend, and I can't expect to find her in the Auror Division. By the time she returns to the office, it will be too late!" Snape said with feigned resentment.He knew that with the old headmaster's friendship with Alastor Moody, Dumbledore must know Larosa's personal contact information.

Of course he needs this.In order to prevent criminals from retaliating, most Aurors' addresses are kept secret. Without the ability to write down the address, even the owls could not find La Rosa.

"At this time, you can go to this address to look for it." Dumbledore scribbled a line and floated the parchment to his hand.

"London, Westminster Abbey, 57 Gerrard Road... the basement?" Snape raised his eyebrows to his hairline, "Is the Auror Division budget so tight that they can't even pay their salaries? Or is it Miss Larosa's... special hobby?" Snape smiled viciously, "I don't want to break into some little hobby of Miss Larosa."

Dumbledore sighed patiently, and tried hard to resist the urge to make some indecent expression, "Go and find out, I can't guarantee that she is there." Dumbledore originally wanted to say that he would ask a few more questions. Personally, but suddenly feel not very in the mood.

Snape was obviously satisfied and left in a hurry.

Dumbledore took out a chocolate frog and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling better as the sugar entered his veins.

Snape wasn't sure he was in the right place.The area was a busy center, with Muggles of all colors and races coming and going, and he had to change his robes into a shirt and jeans.He was standing under a colorful signboard, and below it was a narrow door with a curtain.At the door stood two burly men - both Muggles, of course - and a long line of scantily clad, voluptuously made-up, half-drunk Muggle men and women.

The sound of "boom, boom, boom"—if that counts as music—came faintly from behind the door.

Snape checked the address in his hand again, hoping he had misread a number - Dumbledore's handwriting was not legible - but no.

Snape looked around and cast an Ignore Charm on himself.He circled around, found the back door, passed two pairs of half-dressed men hugging each other indifferently, and entered the dimly lit building.

Snape lost hearing, sight, and smell almost instantly.Huge music filled this semi-closed room, and the rhythm made his eardrums ache and his brain was confused; the faces of young men and women who were fascinated flashed under the colored light, and the strong smell of alcohol, perfume, mixed The smell of sweat invaded his sensitive olfactory nerves.Everyone was tightly squeezed together and twisted, Snape was pushed around by the crowd, and he was touched several times by men or women.

Professor Snape numbly felt that losing a batch of potions was actually not too difficult to accept.

Ah no, the basement.He's looking for the basement.

He doesn't want to know what's in the basement here.

Snape tried his best to squeeze his way out of the crowd, and after a few cryptic detection spells, he found the entrance to the basement, and then a confusion spell, and the formidable-looking janitor let him in.

Snape was relieved to find that the basement was free of blaring music and brightly lit.The basement was as big as the room just now. There was a square platform in the center surrounded by high barbed wire. It looked like a huge animal cage without a roof.There are rows of seats around the platform, full of Muggles, and even the walls are full of two rows of spectators standing.

Several people on the platform had their backs behind him. A middle-aged man was talking excitedly with a microphone. On his left stood a muscular, bald Muggle. Snape noticed that his whole body was covered with exposed skin. Tattoos - including the scalp.On the right hand side of the middle-aged man stood a man wearing a tight vest and combat pants - at least half a head shorter than the bald head, and only half the width of the bald head.The man was actually five feet □□ inches tall, but his skeleton was very slender, and he looked like an underdeveloped teenager.

Snape turned his head in boredom, he probably knew where this was, and he could probably guess what the next "performance" would be.

These are Muggles, creatures that take pleasure in violence and murder.Even he would not feel pleasure from the blood of his own kind.

He glanced at the skinny figure—this was murder in the first place.Snape didn't know how much those people paid for his life, but he felt that the person's brains would be knocked out within a minute.

You can't expect the referee to blow the whistle in this kind of place, can you?

He turned his back and struggled between the seats, his eyes scanning the frenzied faces of the audience, trying to find La Rosa.Snape didn't really want to see her, much less the frenzied and bloodthirsty expression on her young face, but he needed to find her and get out of here immediately.

Snape didn't see the familiar face.He frowned and thought, isn't she here tonight?Suddenly, the Muggles beside him jumped up at the same time, roaring wildly, some pumped their fists excitedly, and some cursed loudly.Snape turned his head, surprised to see that the battle on stage was over.He was even more surprised to find that the skinny guy in combat pants was standing, while the tattooed bald head fell to the ground, apparently in a coma.

ha.Well, it doesn't look like simple murder either.Snape withdrew his gaze disinterestedly, and carefully checked the faces of all the people in the arena again, but found nothing.

Yes, she has probably changed her appearance, a promising Auror who represents justice cannot be discovered by such a bloody little hobby.Snape concentrated secretly, trying to sense the magic in the room so he could find another wizard.

No.

Every, every person in this room is a Muggle.Snape felt frustrated that the day had been a waste of time - it looked like Larosa had no plans for an evening of entertainment today.He was about to leave when the audience around him erupted into a louder commotion than before. Everyone stood up and raised their arms and shouted wildly, making it impossible for him to move an inch.Snape had to turn his head to look at the arena.He found that standing on the stage were two of the tallest Muggles he had ever seen in his life - full of bulging muscles, definitely two meters away, weighing at least a hundred kilograms.

"It's a lot of fun tonight! It's Brother Odinson!" Snape heard the Muggle beside him, a fat man with a bald head and a slight beard, shout excitedly.Another Muggle asked curiously: "Brother Odinson? Looks like a Nordic guy, is it powerful?"

"Excellent? Ha! Magnus Odinson and Jon Odinson are famous Icelandic giants in London's underground boxing arena. I heard that they have never lost since their debut! And..." The fat man lowered his voice and said , "The opponents they defeated, almost none of them can go to the ring again. They are either dead or disabled, you know."

"seriously?"

"Hmph! It's impossible. I heard that the most powerful boxer can punch hundreds of kilograms of force. Even if the Odinson brothers are not so powerful, there is always a hundred kilograms: just think about the power of a hundred kilograms." What's the consequence of an iron block hitting your head?" The fat man said unhappily, "I saw it with my own eyes. A month ago, Magnus Odinson won the regular champion at a field in north London. fist, that person's seven orifices bleed! I heard that he died that night."

Snape couldn't help but look at the cage, now from his angle, he could see the face of the skinny man, he...

wrong.It's not him, it's her.

No wonder Snape got it wrong. The boxer's black hair was cut very short, his trousers were loose and his lines were unrecognizable, and his arms and shoulders were muscular and smooth. From the back, apart from the fact that his waist was a little too thin, he also had a small frame. Men are no different.But looking at it from the front, you can see the bandage tightly wrapping the chest from the neckline of the vest, and you can also see the obvious ups and downs. It is undoubtedly a woman.What's even more outrageous is that her entire face and neck are tattooed like a skull, and even her lips are tattooed as bare teeth. The pair of rare blue eyeballs in the dark eye sockets are extremely creepy.

Woman with black hair.Blue eyeballs.

...No.

At this time, the host's warm-up came to an end, and the two Muggles had already begun to provoke their opponents with obscenities, and they described in vivid detail what they planned to do to her in full view.The woman was unmoved, her eyes calmly sizing up her opponent.

Snape could not have imagined that a witch would come to such a place voluntarily to endure such indignities, but the height, hair color, and eye color of the man on the stage matched Larosa's. Can't feel she's magical, but she's the most likely Larosa.

Snape felt a dilemma. On the one hand, he thought she deserved to be beaten to death, and on the other hand... she was sitting in his Potions classroom a year ago.Besides, he still needs her clues.

Snape was confused at the same time: what's the point?If she didn't deliberately restrain her magic power, these Muggles would be completely unable to harm her.Was she as boring as the weirdo in History of Magic who was caught and burned more than 40 times on purpose?

At this time, a fight started on the stage. The two Muggles looked not only big, but also good at fighting. The woman watched carefully, and both sides were testing.Snape saw her parry the punch with her forearm, and the tanned forearm was instantly red.He frowned. She didn't use magic to protect herself. Did he guess wrong, she wasn't La Rosa at all?

He released his magic carefully, trying to detect whether the female boxer had magic power.

At this moment, the female boxer seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly turned her head to look in his direction, her blue eyes were facing his black eyes, slightly widened.

Now Snape was sure.This is La Rosa.

Her opponents quickly seized this momentary opportunity, one person punched her temples with both fists at the same time, and the other blocked her retreat and kicked her knees fiercely, she barely bent her elbow to block the punches, but He didn't escape the second person, and was kicked to the ground.

The audience cheered wildly, and as the two Muggle fists and kicks rained down on her, she took a defensive position, struggling to protect her fragile head, neck and abdomen with her back, shoulders and arms.Snape cursed under his breath, and secretly raised his wand, intending to cast a silent protection spell - he didn't care how many Muggles the Ministry of Magic would forget.But at the moment before he chanted the curse, the female boxer suddenly jumped on the ground, and hit the abdomen of one of the big men with the tip of her elbow from a tricky angle. The big man's facial features were twisted, and he staggered back a few steps. Breaking away from the encirclement, he nimbly joined the opponent who was knocked away with two steps, dodged to avoid his grasp, jumped up and hit his neck precisely with an elbow.The big man passed out cleanly.

This reversal made the audience overjoyed, whistles, screams wave after wave.

Her only remaining opponent was more wary, taking a defensive stance.The two began to punch tentatively.She leaned forward and punched with her left hand. The opponent quickly raised her arm to block, but she suddenly turned around and kicked back, and the heel kicked the opponent's neck.Her opponent was kicked back a step, but this man's shoulders and neck were muscular, his neck was as thick as his head, and he could still stand after this kick.She didn't stop after landing, took a run-up step, jumped high, and hit the man's neck with her knee again.At last her adversary fell to the ground with a crash, also fainting.

The audience was hysterical, they chanted "Cobra! Cobra! Cobra!" and the whole venue was filled with crazy noise.Snape stared at the woman standing upright on the field, and saw the host running up with joy, and raised her right hand, bringing the atmosphere of the field to another climax.

Snape looked at the bald man with slightly beard beside him: "Her name is Cobra (cobra)?"

"Hey, yes, that's her nickname. Because she's slender, but she attacks very fast, you know."

"Fart!" another Muggle disapproved. "Because she can take down prey that's bigger than her! And she's as silent as a snake."

"That's true. It is said that she never made any noise, never provoked her opponent, never screamed when she was beaten, and never cheered when she won." The first Muggle said mysteriously, "I heard Said... she doesn't have a tongue at all. You know, like a real skeleton."

Snape found it ridiculous.

Did Dumbledore know that?He wanted to know Dumbledore's face when he found his little Gryffindor baby fisting underground - the little Gryffindor princess was nicknamed Cobra!ha!Is there anything more ridiculous than this?

"You're new here, aren't you?" The Muggle next to Snape gave him a sideways look. "Every old man here knows about cobras."

Snape raised his eyebrows, "Why, she's quite famous?"

"Ha! She's one of the oldest fighters here! She's been fighting for years, although she's usually only here in the summer. When she first came we bet she'd come home crying and find her mother. Here's There are very few boxers who can fight for a long time, and most of them will be too injured to fight in a year or so, this girl is lucky."

No, just because she was a witch, Snape countered secretly.

"However, her opponents are rarely seriously injured, and they all recover very well." A little beard scratched his chin, "Maybe women are still weak."

"You said she's been playing here for a few years?" Snape asked suddenly, "She doesn't look very old."

"It's been a few years," said slightly bearded uncertainly, "who knows how old she is? She must be in her 20s, right?"

That's not right, that's impossible, Snape thought.If what he said was true, La Rosa had been secretly punching since he was still at Hogwarts.Why?How can it be?

The author has something to say: 1. The names of Magnus and Jon are both taken from the famous players of the world's strongestman.Odinson pays homage to American Gods.The shark lizard belongs to D&D--the weak chicken author can't make up a monster (kneel down)

2. There is no number 57 on Gerrard Road in London :) What exactly is the place where the professor was forced to enter... Everyone may wish to guess :)

3. Under normal circumstances, they are all well-trained boxers. Marciana's body type cannot win.She is not tall enough, and her muscle mass and weight are too far apart, so she is at a disadvantage, so she has to jump up in all her knockdown moves: she is only 175cm tall, and her opponent is 30cm taller than her. She can't hit the neck effectively without jumping up side.The reason why she is powerful is that her speed and agility are much stronger than those two, and the opponent can't catch her, just like in Resident Evil, Alice can win against bigger mutant zombies. In real life, whether it is boxing It's still a martial arts competition, it's hard to fight with such a big difference in body size.It is assumed that because Marciana is a witch, she is nourished by magic and has undergone deliberate training. Her muscle strength and bone density are higher than the upper limit of Muggles, so her resistance to blows is relatively good. Otherwise, she cannot compare with her body shape. She fights against boxers with so many heavyweights: the muscle mass is not enough, and the ability to resist blows is not enough.On the premise of not using magic power, the reason why she was able to support for a few seconds under the siege of the Odinson brothers was because she was relatively short after entering the defensive posture, and it was inconvenient for them to use force, so they couldn't punch with all their strength. □□The defense ability is not inferior to the top Muggle athletes and boxers who are much more muscular than her.The powerful wizards in Rowling's setting naturally have a long lifespan, which shows that magic power can enhance the activity of the body.Through physical training, the bone density and muscle strength of ordinary people can be increased. I think it is not impossible for wizards to have stronger muscles and bones through deliberate physical training.

If her life is in danger, will the magic power counterattack automatically?There is a good chance.She has been controlling her magic power not to leak out, just so that the magic power will not fight back.She should have been in the stage of magic defense when she was a child, but because she has better control and has never counterattacked, she was not discovered.

So, is it possible to kill a wizard through hand-to-hand combat?I think there is, if the wizard can automatically defend against all physical attacks, this is too exaggerated.I think magical auto-protection is conditional, the most common example being the little wizard magic riot (Harry on the roof, Neville bounces).For example, in the third part, Snape was hit by three children's de-you weapons, flew upside down, and was knocked unconscious. He wasn't stunned by a spell—it stands to reason that de-you weapons have no stun effect- Rather, it is equivalent to being hit on the head and falling into a coma, which is a physical attack.Although his magic power is powerful, it does not automatically protect him.In the same way, Harry's magic didn't automatically protect him when he was hit by a ball while playing Quidditch and broke his arm.I think that if it is a sudden attack and the attacked wizard does not react, the magic power may not be able to protect him; if the little wizard has great fear when he is in danger, his emotions may be able to drive the magic power to protect him.