I'm playing a big knife at HP

Three days later, Snape and Marciana met in Dumbledore's office, used the fireplace in the headmaster's office to go to the Ministry of Magic in London, then took the long-distance Floo network to Liverpool, and from Liverpool West to the Snowdonia Forest .

Today, Marciana is wrapped in a long and thick dark gray cloak, her hair is neatly combed behind her head and braided into a thick braid, her face is plain, and she has nothing on her body except for two small studs in her ears. any ornaments.Under the cloak, Snape noticed she was wearing combat trousers and a pair of sturdy high-top dragonhide boots.Marciana's attire made Snape feel inexplicably reassured: her previous sophisticated and fashionable outfit always made him shudder, thinking of some brightly patterned but deadly poisonous creatures.

Snape was adamant that Marciana LaRosa was not some gentle lady - and had no idea who she was trying to fool with her pretense.

But Snape found that traveling with Marciana LaRosa wasn't a particularly annoying thing to do.She doesn't talk much, never complains, is well prepared for wild exploration, and most importantly, she doesn't need extra rest or him to slow down and wait for her.Overall, she's a tolerable teammate.

The two set out from Hogwarts in the morning, had a hearty lunch in Liverpool at noon-this was about the last good meal they could eat for a few days-and by the afternoon, they were deep in Snow Donian forest.

As night fell, Snape decided to downgrade his opinion of Marciana from acceptable to barely acceptable.Snape had never seen anyone who used the Food Preservation Charm better than her. The rye bread was re-baked on the fire, sandwiched with half-melted Swiss cheese and thin slices of beef that were still warm, and it tasted better than fresh And even better.They camped near a stream.This forest no longer exists on Muggle maps, and Muggles can neither find nor enter.Here, ordinary beasts mingle with magical creatures, and ordinary plants share the sun and soil with magical varieties.As night falls, the moss on the tree trunks emits a gleaming blue light, and the tiny snake-like creatures flap their three pairs of wings, floating in the air in groups like fish, sucking the abundant magic power in the forest.

Marciana was setting up detection spells around the camp, but she couldn't help raising her head to admire the wonderful scenery.

"It's so beautiful." Her clear eyes were brightened by the dim light in the forest.She released a wave of magic power from the wand, and several tiny feathered snakes emitting gleaming white light were attracted, circling around the magic power.

"What are you doing?" A deep male voice sounded coldly from behind.

"Nothing." Marciana put down her wand, and the little magical creatures swam away, "Just take a look, the Snowdonia forest is really beautiful, isn't it?"

"How sentimental, but you may have forgotten a tiny detail - the enchanted forest at night is extremely dangerous." Snape said bluntly, "Miss Larosa, do you think you can arrange it before midnight?" A detection spell? Because I personally don’t like being devoured by magical creatures. If this is too demanding for you, why not tell me, and I will do it for you, so that you can concentrate on enjoying the beauty of the forest.”

Marciana blushed and gritted her teeth secretly.Snape was probably used to being smarter than the people around him by a large margin, and he always had a condescending tone when he spoke.It was fine when he was his student, but now that they are cooperating as equals, Snape's words seem to be a bit heart-to-heart.

Seeing that Snape had already set up the tent and was looking for a suitable place to deploy the defensive spell, she also turned her back and cast a warning spell: "Professor Snape, I have to say, traveling with you has filled me with excitement." Nostalgia. The way you push me to work is exactly the same as before, but I have been graduated for many years."

She hoped her tone was cold enough.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't enjoy prodding students to work," said Snape even more dryly, "but if years of teaching a bunch of idiots has taught me one thing, it's that they're good at killing people with stupidity. Nothing compares There are more boring things for a fool to tell you, and I did it out of a humble desire to survive."

Marciana swung her wand and arranged the last few detection spells, saying without looking back, "And my humble wish for my traveling companion is that he not be too dull. It seems we have both let each other down."

"Oh, am I dull?"

"I don't want to be so harsh, but with all due respect, you are too serious. Maybe you should relax a little bit and enjoy the night view of the forest once in a while so you won't be eaten by monsters." She raised her head and glanced at him with a smile, "I promise."

Snape laughed angrily: "Miss LaRosa, it's not your turn to tell me what I should do. Besides, what are your criteria for being funny? Appreciate beauty?" He sneered, "'Beauty' What have you done? Do I still have to appreciate it?"

"Nothing has been done, and nothing needs to be done."

"I don't need such superficial things to fill my head. I already have something in my head." Snape said meanly. "You may have heard that that kind of thing is called thought."

"Oh, but thinking is more superficial than beauty." Marciana shot back, "at least beauty doesn't think it's right and complacent."

"Come on, I haven't seen a creature that is better at complacency than an adolescent girl who thinks she's beautiful." Snape sneered, "And you sound like a schoolgirl who got addicted to reading Wilde's book."

Marciana turned her head and gave him a surprised look: she hadn't expected Wilde's name to come out of the Head Slytherin's mouth.

"Wilde was right." She shrugged. "It's flattering to describe some thoughts as superficial. Even some thoughts that we call 'knowledge' are nothing more than a test of the truth."

"Are you so exacting about knowledge, and yet think beauty is more valuable just because it's self-evident?" said Snape slowly, "does Miss Larosa agree with Wilde when she said that beauty is the highest of all gifts? "

Marciana studied Snape's expression and felt that he looked aggressive, which showed that the question was a trap.

"Not really. But I think a thought that is not supported by evidence and logic is nothing more than prejudice." She replied cautiously, and gave him another look. "When it comes to prejudice, you know it best, don't you?"

Snape gave a sardonic smile: "It's unbelievable that a witch is trying to teach me about positivism."

"I also find it unbelievable that Head Slytherin knows what positivism is."

"Are you doubting my knowledge, Miss Larosa?"

"I have no doubts about your knowledge of magic and potions. As for your knowledge of Muggle books, I have to say that you surprised me." Marciana said politely.

Snape snorted coldly, with a smug smile on his lips, turned around and raised his wand, reciting a very long spell.Magic poured from the tip of his wand, and a defensive barrier gradually enveloped their camp.

When Snape finished the arrangement, he turned around and found Marciana staring at him with her eyes wide open, holding her breath—the expression seemed like he had danced instead of casting a spell just now.

"What?" Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at her warily.

"Interesting," she murmured, barely making a sound.

Snape thought either he had misheard, or the woman was out of her mind.

Of course, he has good ears and eyes, and he never mishears.

"Okay, I apologize." Marciana said suddenly and generously, "I was wrong before, you are not a dull travel companion. It is still very interesting to talk to you."

Snape was stunned, raised his eyebrows: "I don't care what you think of me."

This statement cannot be said to be false, but at this moment Snape was not indifferent - he felt a little novel.As Marciana's former professor, although he has known this witch for ten years, the two of them have almost never had a real conversation, let alone such a tit-for-tat confrontation over trivial matters.

Too bad you can't deduct fifty points from Gryffindor for talking back to the professor, tsk.

They walked to the campfire and sat down. The two marked the current location and the possible direction of the ruins on the map.

"Judging from the denseness of the magic plants, we are indeed heading towards the direction where the magic power is the strongest," Marciana's slender index finger slid across the map, "I think we can continue heading southeast tomorrow."

Snape sorted out the results of today's observations and came to the same conclusion, "So, you are indeed a believer in positivism."

"That's right," she spread her hands in a good mood, "I'm also British, after all."

"Do you know how ridiculous what you just said is?"

"I know. Because it was a joke."

Snape was acutely aware that her attitude towards him had become, well, relaxed.Although Marciana LaRosa had been very cooperative before, Snape always felt that she was a little wary - not that he had a problem with this, after all, he also had the same wariness.Oddly enough, this vigilance seemed to disappear after her abnormal reaction, as if La Rosa had suddenly developed some inexplicable and ridiculous trust in him.

Snape thought that this kind of trust - let's call it trust - was beneficial to him and decided to try it out without any trace.

"As far as I know you're a pure-blood witch, but you've obviously read Muggle books," Snape pointed out, adding inwardly that he might have read quite a few more.

"I didn't go to a Muggle school, if that's what you're asking," Marciana replied, putting away the map. "Before Hogwarts, my sister and I were taught by our mother, and we both read Muggle books read wizard books too. Mathematics, grammar, logic, things like that are the same for wizards and Muggles."

"As far as I know, most wizards don't have a common sense of logic and philosophy. For Muggles, this is middle school content, so even the little Muggle-born wizards mostly haven't learned it. And we all know Hogwarts doesn't teach that."

"Wow, then their paper must be an interesting read."

"If 'interesting' is synonymous with 'makes you want to kill yourself,' yes."

"I heard that some professors drink alcohol while revising papers."

"I think it's going to get you hooked quickly, but yeah, it's true."

"Albus was a professor of Transfiguration, do you think his sugar addiction has something to do with it?"

Snape gave a malicious smile, "Very likely."

"You have really given me hope and passion for the profession of teaching."

"Happy to serve."

"...is it really that bad?"

"It's worse than you think. Why do you think you were able to get the highest grades in every subject back then?"

"I think it's because my magic is superior to my peers, and I have a deep understanding of theories, I have fully studied the literature, and the arguments are always detailed and reliable."

"Mainly because your paper is roughly spelled correctly, the grammar is barely fluent, and the logic is not completely upside down."

Marciana couldn't help laughing.She brought a ball of flame to the palm of her hand, turned it into ten small flames jumping on her fingertips for a while, and formed a little fire man for a while, having a great time playing.Severus Snape just smacked me with a veiled compliment, she wondered as she made the little fireman dance, and guess what he wants?

"Is there anything special about my defensive spell?" Snape asked suddenly.

"Your spell is powerful and reliable, and it fits perfectly."

"You looked shocked at the time. I didn't think the spell was that powerful." Snape frowned. "Don't deny it."

Marciana bit her lip, glanced at him, turned the little fire man into a ball of fire again, and threw it back into the fire.Tell him it seems like nothing.

She looked up at him, "I have a talent."

Snape sat up straight.

"It's not a great talent, and it has no practical use." She said lightly.

Snape didn't think so.Being able to use magic is already an extremely rare talent, and any talent other than this, no matter how inconspicuous it may seem, should not be ignored.Wizards with their own talents—such as Newt Scudderman’s affinity for fantastic animals, the Dark Lord’s Parseltongue, Dumbledore’s ability to tame the phoenix, and his own talent for potions—just find the right use. Each is scary in its own way.

"I can 'hear' the magic. I don't mean hear the spells you say. I can 'hear' the magic itself that you cast."

"What?" Snape understood every word she said, but had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

"It's hard to explain, 'listen' is the closest word I can find, although it's still inaccurate." She frowned distressedly, "You know that when you cast a spell, your magic power flows through your body and is released , the magic power in the environment will have a kind of resonance, or fluctuations... just like sound waves travel through the air and reach the eardrums so that we can hear the sound, I can feel the magic power fluctuations. This is a subtle feeling, and Not really a sound, more like an emotion or a gut feeling."

Snape kind of understood.He considers himself a wizard with great magical sensitivity and magical control: it's part of his talent for potions.Of course, he is very creative in the research of medicinal properties, and he also has superhuman sense of smell, memory and observation, but more importantly, he can accurately distinguish the magic power content of materials, identify extremely subtle changes in magic power during the brewing process, and Use your own magic power to guide its transformation exactly.Every accomplished Potions Master has this quality - their control of magic is like a brain surgeon's control of a scalpel - not very strong, but must be extremely precise.

Such sensitivity made Snape have a different understanding of magic from ordinary wizards. He did vaguely feel the magic fluctuations that Marciana mentioned, but he was still not sure what she meant by "listen" mean.

"Many wizards who are powerful enough can feel the magic fluctuations in the environment," Snape said cautiously, "I don't think this is something to be overly surprised."

"That's right. For example, if Muggles are people born with neither mouths nor ears—they can neither use magic nor perceive magic; Squibs are people with ears but no mouths—they Able to perceive magic a little bit, but unable to release magic; then a wizard is a person who has both a mouth and ears. But most wizards wear earmuffs, which vary in thickness. When a wizard releases magic, his magic begins to sing, Most wizards can hardly hear at all, a few can hear a little," she nodded at Snape, "and I... feel like I'm standing right in the middle of the Opera House."

"This is impossible!" Snape said decisively, "If this is true, if you have such sensitivity, you should be crazy!" He has always known that Larosa's control over magic far exceeds that of his peers People, and her words just explained why she was able to produce potions of perfect quality steadily when she was a student.But this is absolutely impossible.If she's so sensitive and a pureblood wizard, how can she keep her sanity amidst the constant whispers of magic?Every common household spell of the mother would be an unbearable noise to her, and she would die howling as a baby.

"I'm lucky. From a very young age I was able to control when I listened and when I didn't." She shrugged. "I don't know when it started. It's been as long as I can remember."

"Then what did you hear just now?"

Marciana lowered her head, "I can't tell you."

Snape sank back angrily.

She raised her head, bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkled, "But I can show you."

"What did you say?"

"Albus and I worked on a spell together...he found it very amusing when I told him I had this gift...we invented a little spell where we could briefly share what I 'heard'." She There was an expectant smile on his face, "We use this spell, and then I use magic, you can 'hear' my magic! If you promise to tell me what my magic is like, I will let you listen to it ,How about it?"

"Can't you hear your own magic?" Snape asked suspiciously. "Why didn't Dumbledore tell you?"

"Can't hear," Marciana assured, "but not mine. As for Albus," she rolled her eyes in annoyance, "he won't tell

.He is so annoying sometimes. "

Snape agreed with that.He hesitated for a while, but curiosity prevailed, "How to cast a spell?"

Marciana clapped her hands and stood up from the ground, "Come here, stand opposite me, and follow me." She stood in an open space, knelt on her right knee, and stretched out her right hand.Snape was displeased, but complied reluctantly.

"Now, put your forehead against mine and put your hand here on the back of my neck."

Snape jumped up, "No way!"

Marciana raised her head and rolled her eyes, "Don't dawdle, hurry up."

"Never!" Snape firmly refused.

"Whatever you want," Marciana stood up and patted the dust on her knees indifferently, "How many spells have you seen that can share the five senses? Such spells are rare and difficult...not to mention it is so extraordinary The induction. This spell is very difficult," she bit the word "very hard" heavily, and looked at him seriously, "Albus and I have tried many times, and this is the only successful method."

Snape froze there, his expression changing, Marciana folded her arms and looked at him with a nonchalant expression on her face.

The tall black-robed wizard's face was as dark as his clothes, but he finally took a step forward. "If you're teasing me, you'll absolutely regret it."

"Okay." Marciana knelt down on one knee, while pulling out her wand and pressing it between her eyebrows.

He also got down on one knee and stretched out his right hand to hold the back of her neck.The palm felt warm and soft, and her neck was surprisingly slender, and he felt a cold hand resting on the back of his neck, exerting light force.He gritted his teeth and pressed his forehead against hers.Her wand pressed against his forehead coldly, but an indescribable warm fragrance came from her, wrapped him up, and a shuddering electric current passed through his skin.He eliminated distracting thoughts, and treated the young woman across from him as a clay sculpture, and his heartbeat finally slowed down.

Marciana said, "Concentrate on feeling the magic fluctuations around you, as if you feel the most subtle changes in a pot of potion. Don't resist."

As she spoke, she spoke a language with a strange tone—Old Irish?Or Old Welsh? —Recite a mantra.Snape felt very strange, this feeling was a bit like Legilimency, but instead of him invading her mind, she opened a small door and let him in.Then, he held his breath.

He first heard the magic around him.As if a dusty pane of glass had been wiped clean, or a deeply myopic man put on his glasses for the first time, or—as La Rosa said—a man with earmuffs removed them, He heard the magic of the swarms of wonderful creatures that swam, like harps or the sound of water running over pebbles.He heard the buds of a cluster of magic plants bloom, like triangles or drops of water dripping onto thin ice.He heard deeper magic, something of the forest itself, like Irish bagpipes or the wind blowing through the leaves.He felt Larosa pull her wand from between their foreheads, and heard her recite his previous defensive spell.

After a long time, Marciana completed the spell.She broke the link between the two and looked at Snape expectantly, "How is it?"

She couldn't guess what he was thinking from the expression of the black-haired wizard, his dark eyes stared at her sharply, as if he had never seen her before, or as if she was an alien creature that suddenly fell from the spaceship into his room. Same in the cellar.

"How? Did you hear?" She couldn't help asking again.

"I..." he said dryly, "I heard... No, you're right, it's not exactly a sound, it's a kind of emotion and feeling... It's not right either..." He frowned and pulled the clothes on his chest , I couldn't find the vocabulary for a while.

A big smile appeared on her face, "You heard that! What did you hear?"

"I heard the forest..."

She looked happier, "Isn't it beautiful? What else?" The bonfire danced happily in her smiling eyes, "And me? Have you heard my magic?"

Snape's expression became more complicated, he didn't answer her question, stared at her for a while, and asked, "Is what you heard earlier is what I heard?"

"No. Even if you and I cast the same spell, it will have a completely different sound. The same wizard casts different spells, and even in different moods, the sound may be different. Most wizards' magic is noisy. , some can even be called noise... What you hear is definitely different from what I hear."

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, and seemed to be in a daze, Marciana couldn't help urging, "What does my magic look like?"

The black eyeballs rolled back to meet the bright blue eyes, and the thin lips curved into a sly smile.

"I can't tell you."

Marciana's eyes widened, and Snape stood up with a smug look of pleasure on his face.

"We've agreed!" She blushed with anger.

"You're wrong, Miss Larosa. You made a request, but I never agreed. You were the one who impatiently began to cast the spell." Snape looked down at Marcie who was too angry to speak. Yana, with a triumphant smile. "Thank you for your generous sharing, and good night, then."

This time it was Marciana's turn to throw herself up.

It was night, and Snape couldn't sleep.Magic never ceases to amaze him, but what he saw today still opened his eyes.He had never heard or felt such... such wonderful magic.And after he calmed down and thought about it, he came to the conclusion that La Rosa's talent was nothing like what she said, "no practical use".Her real talent lies in the perception of magic power far beyond that of ordinary wizards, and perhaps the extremely precise control of magic power.He can be sure that when she is concentrating, all wizards who try to ambush, stalk, and hide will be invisible to her perception.No wonder she became the fastest wizard in history to pass the Auror examination.It's no wonder that when she was a student, no spell could trouble her: for her, the obscure spell-casting gestures and subtle magic traces were as clear as words written on paper.Fortunately she was on his side now, Snape thought, otherwise she would have been a formidable opponent.

It was night, and Marciana couldn't sleep either.She was no longer angry at Snape for showing her a way, but this wizard with a bad personality and bad language still made her think.

Of course she didn't tell Snape everything.Over the years, she has never stopped exploring and researching her talent. She believes that the voice of a wizard's magic depends on power, on the control and understanding of magic, and on his or her innermost and most essential part .Most of the wizards can only make weak and short sounds; and the evil wizards she has encountered, their magic makes cruel, loud, and horrible noises without exception.There are very few wizards whose magic is as beautiful as a symphony.Dumbledore's magic reminded her of Vivaldi's Four Seasons; Professor Frivy's magic reminded her of Bach's Cello Suite; Professor McGonagall's magic reminded her of - very unexpectedly - Gershwin's Rhapsody .

Because Snape's classes didn't require casting spells, Marciana had never heard of his magic until today for the first time.She couldn't understand why Snape's magic could be melodious.He was a powerful wizard, of course, but she had heard of his shady past, and she was sure that his mean and irascible nature was not a disguise.Could it be because he was using a spell for defense and protection?Or, is he just an abnormal sample?What is his magic like?She couldn't describe it, and she couldn't grasp that little bit of erratic impression.While thinking, she gradually fell into sleep, and between half-dream and half-awake, that gossamer-like impression was attached to a definite memory.

A smile played on her lips.I see, she thought, Beethoven.

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Author's Note: If there is a little angel who didn't get Martha's super cold joke about the British and positivism, please come and listen to the author's explanation~~

Positivism, here refers to positivism (empiricis|m), also translated as empiricism, is a major school of epistemology.Back then, rationalism (represented by a group of philosophers in continental Europe) and empiricism (led by a group of British philosophers) were torn apart. Science and other disciplines are indeed widely used.In fact, it sounds very advanced, but the essence is, well, I have an idea (ie theory, model), but I may be wrong, and it must be confirmed by observation (ie experience/data/experiment) before it can be accurate.Rationalism focuses more on logical reasoning.The two are actually not that clear-cut.

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But empiricism originated in England after all, and Martha expressed her patriotism and support for local philosophy (not

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In order to prove that she is not illiterate, Martha told a super cold joke, which was not only despised by the professor but also took me so long to explain.