I'm playing a big knife at HP

August 1992

Severus Snape's application for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position has been rejected again.

To be honest, after so many years, he didn't want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts very much. His persistent application was mainly to make things difficult for Dumbledore.

Snape didn't really have a problem with the position being given to Marciana LaRosa.After all, at the staff meeting in early July, they mentioned Gilderoy Lockhart as the only other applicant this year.Think about it, Lockhart!When that kid was studying, he didn't do anything but pick up girls and sensationalize. In the end, his grades were a mess, and he couldn't find a job, so he had to write a book.Snape couldn't believe his colleagues were seriously discussing his recruitment - as if they had lost their memory at the same time.La Rosa is at least better than Lockhart.

Also stronger than last year.

It's just that since La Rosa's visit, Dumbledore has often disappeared.Thinking about how the two of them were fighting fiercely, Snape always felt that there was some kind of conspiracy.As he walked quickly towards the stone statue under the headmaster's office, he spoke the password while guessing why Dumbledore was looking for him.

Snape walked into the office and was not surprised to see Marciana LaRosa sitting there.Today she is wearing a plain blue robe with a conservative high collar, but the embroidered material that wraps tightly around her upper body well outlines her soft and beautiful curves.Marciana's long black hair was permed into big curls and then tied into a bud-like bun. It was piled on the back of her neck, revealing a pair of pure white earlobes. A pair of drop-shaped blue earrings followed her back The coming movement shook slightly.

Snape cast his eyes on Dumbledore, and the old Headmaster motioned for him to sit down in the chair next to Marciana. "Our research on the snake has made some progress," the old man said straight to the point, and Snape lifted his spirits. "We think it's a Horcrux."

Snape's shocked expression showed that he was not ignorant of Horcruxes.

"I've contacted a few old friends, and I have reasonable grounds to suspect that Voldemort made a Horcrux. Martha also found the snake close enough to where our old friend Quirrell found his master, that is to say... "The old man paused.

"That snake is most likely Voldemort's Horcrux. He split his soul and created...a backup." Snape continued expressionlessly, his voice very soft, as if he was afraid of waking the room something horrible. "We shouldn't be surprised, should we. We all know his desire for immortality."

"No, but I must admit that I admire his daring and erudition. Few books have been written about how Horcruxes were made, and it is impossible for such wicked black magic to be without horrific side effects. What's more," said Dumbledore. After a pause, "I don't know how to destroy it."

Snape frowned. "What if we kill the snake?"

"Do you remember what happened after Quirrell was defeated by Harry a few months ago? We can't take that risk."

Thinking of the escaped soul, Snape had to admit that Dumbledore's concerns were justified.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Snape knew Dumbledore must have a plan.

"Although I don't know the specific method, after this period of research, I have a few clues. I need you and Martha to cooperate with me to split up and track down a clue each: the sooner we can figure out the situation, the better. The old headmaster wiped his hand, and a map of England appeared on the desktop. His long finger touched the green of Wales near the sea, "I need you and Martha to find the laboratory of Tibias Casas, Documents mention that in his later years he took most of his library and notes to his hermitage in Wales and established a laboratory deep in the enchanted forests of Snowdonia. Casas is a sixteenth century achievement The highest historian and naturalist, especially in the study of black magic, if he has heard of creations such as Horcruxes, there will be records and researches."

"To be honest, I'm surprised that a researcher didn't pass on his achievements before his death." Marciana adjusted her sitting posture and said.Snape also felt a little strange in his heart.

"No one can tell exactly what happened, but one thing is certain: Tibias Casas did not foresee his own death. Maybe it was an experimental accident, maybe it was an enemy invasion, from One of his students speculated in his diary that it wasn't until he visited his teacher that the magic circle in that area became disorganized and dangerous, making it impossible to re-enter, that people speculated that Casas might be dead."

"How can you be sure that his laboratory has the answers we're looking for? After so many years, it may have been emptied long ago. As far as I know, the Dark Lord will not let go of his profound knowledge of the dark arts " Snape frowned questioningly.

"I don't think Tom will be interested in Tibias Casas," Dumbledore smiled. "Casus is a very accomplished scholar, but he is not a powerful wizard himself. Tom may not even listen to him." Said him. As far as I know, the only ones who are interested in the collection left by Casas are a few of his students, and they also gave up exploring the ruins after failing to hire a few batches of adventure furniture. In recent years , and even the exact location of the ruins has been lost.”

Snape raised his eyebrows, "You're telling me that you're going to send your Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts professors to explore a... dangerous ruin that no one knows where and no one has breached. I hope you Get a substitute teacher, because it sounds like we're both likely to die there before school starts." He curled his lips sarcastically, "though I don't have any ideas—compared to slowly dying of students' stupidity. A magical relic is simply merciful—but what about Professor Larosa..." He glanced at Marciana, "...died before entering office, even for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts This discount rate is too high."

"Severus, you are too humble, we all know you are a powerful wizard." Dumbledore smiled, "And that's why I want Martha to go with you, she can...well, I mean You can protect each other."

Perhaps it was an illusion, but Snape felt subtly mocked.

"I don't remember my line of work including risking my life on summer adventures. I was just a little Potions master."

"Yeah, but you work for me."

"That's right, but I didn't say I'm at your disposal."

"You have."

"Not including risking your life for a few books that you don't know are useful."

"All the books and notes related to potions belong to you, but let Martha and I consult them when necessary."

"I also want something related to black magic."

"No way. But you can look it up."

"……Okay, it's a deal."

Snape turned his head and looked Marciana from head to toe, his eyes finally resting on her delicate ankles protruding from the edge of her robes, her feet elegantly joined together in navy blue stilettos.

Snape raised his eyes and snorted coldly, "Professor Larosa obviously has a new perspective on fashion after leaving the Aurus Division. I hope you haven't completely abandoned your training like you abandoned the old style."

"Those years in Europe were truly eye-opening," she said with a polite smile on her bright red lips. "I look forward to working with you."

"I didn't expect the same," said Snape grimly, his eyes downcast with a sardonic expression. "It's a nice shoe, I hope the Snowdonia dirt doesn't ruin it. I need some Time to prepare, I can leave in three days." After speaking, he stood up, "Farewell."

Marciana watched his robe billowing back, turned around and raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore.

"How?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"He said my shoes were fine," she looked at Dumbledore, holding back a smile.

"……no, he is not."

"I think that's decisive evidence."

"It's really not, trust me."

"Well, since you said that." Marciana shrugged, "Are you sure it is necessary to bring him? I know he is a potion genius, but his expertise may not be able to deal with the dangers of Snowdonia. "

"He's also a black magic genius. His knowledge of black magic is better than you, and even better than me in some aspects. You need him."

Marciana rubbed the center of her eyebrows: "Double genius, double genius temper." She stretched out a hand, and Dumbledore patted a sizzling honey candy into her hand. She shook her head while peeling off the candy wrapper, "Albus, your job is difficult."

The old and the young sighed together and stuffed the honey candy into their mouths.

The author has something to say: Ma: I think he is gay.

Principal: He is not, trust me, I have inside information.

Professor: Having known each other for so many years, the heroine is not only not convinced by my personality charm, but also thinks that I am gay.