Harder Aurora

"If you ask me, you are too barbaric, Walker." Sterling sat upright on the velvet sofa in the Slytherin lounge, looking displeased at the boy who was lazily reading a book by the fireplace.

Connor Stoke glanced at the two of them uneasily, decided not to get involved in this kind of senior-level shaming game, and gestured wildly to Dominic with his eyes.

Dominique understood his hint, looked at each other with several first graders, decided to shut up, and continued to read the textbook.

Feeling an unpleasant silence, Charles raised his head slowly and said perfunctorily, "I'm sorry, I must pay attention next time." As he spoke, he continued to read the book that was densely written like bricks.

Sterling took a deep breath, "Given that Slytherin lost so many points due to your fault, the dean doesn't think it will make you a passing Slytherin, but considering that you are just a Slytherin with nothing Muggles understand, so you just need to help Mr Filch clean up the school showroom for two weeks straight."

Everyone gasped in shock, Severus Snape would never punish the students of the academy like this, I'm afraid it was not suggested by someone.

Charles looked up again indifferently, and found that several seniors had different expressions, some were gloating, some were stern, and some were looking at him directly with arrogance.

"It starts tonight." Loris Gray added with a smile.

Charles closed the book with a "snap!" and stuffed it into the expensive black lambskin schoolbag, "Okay." He said coldly, then kicked over the table in front of Sterling with the delicate cakes, "Oh, sorry, I'm willing to automatically add a week of penalty labor.".

Too lazy to look at Sterling's bluish face and other people's wonderful expressions, Charles leisurely walked out with his schoolbag dangling.

It was still early, and many students were wandering around the school in groups of twos and threes, chatting about love, or gossiping about all kinds of gossip, and now seeing the deity who is the biggest gossip today appear, the voice suddenly increased Not a lot.

"Charles? Why are you here?" A gentle voice sounded. Charles looked up and found that it was the Ravenclaw he met on the train, Egbert Longman.

"Go to the showroom to punish labor." Charles shrugged indifferently, and the two figures, one tall and one lower, walked side by side.

Egbert's eyes stretched gently, and he said with a smile, "I see, but Professor Snape didn't only target you, he also asked Potter to go to the Forbidden Forest to clean up the excrement of Professor Hagrid's thestrals. But —Speaking of punishing labor, do you really know anything about labor?"

Hearing this, Charles couldn't help grinning, "Of course not, that's what inferior people do. But since this is the punishment I deserve, I will definitely try my best."

Egbert silently mourned for Filch, "Mr. Filch is at the front... Or do you really try your best? As long as nothing breaks, I'll give you chocolates."

Charles narrowed his eyes: "..."

Egbert rubbed his temples helplessly, "Everything in the showroom is precious, Mr. Filch is a poor good man, I beg you, huh?"

"...I was wrong, you are the Disney princess... Princess Blue Snow."

"...?"

Messy half-bald long hair, face like dry orange peel, hugging a cat that looks crazy at first glance, Filch doesn't have half an inch of nails like a poor good man, Charles swears.

Filch smiled maliciously, showing his black and yellow teeth. Charles couldn't help but held his breath and took a half step back silently. "Then this showroom is yours, boy," he gasped. He said excitedly, "Clean up all the dust! Put it all in categories! Arrange them by year!" He roared, spouting out half a meter of saliva.

Fortunately, Charles took half a step back just now, and his saliva could only reach a few inches before the toe of his shoe.Charles said blankly, "Yes, sir."

Filch babbled about the cat for a long time, then snorted, and limped away, leaving Charles alone facing the huge room piled up with thousands of various objects.

Most of them are trophy plaques, portrait and photo frames, and some odds and ends, crowded on dozens of display shelves full of spider webs.

"… .."

Charles held his schoolbag in his arms and was silent for a while, then turned and left silently, climbed a few flights of stairs with great difficulty, and found Ravenclaw who was writing a thesis in the library.

Egbert looked up in surprise, "Why is it you again?"

"Perhaps you know anything about labor?" Charles said through gritted teeth. "Otherwise I figured the best way to clean it up would be to throw it all away and let the rubbish go back to where it belongs."

Even though he was mentally prepared, Egbert gasped when he saw the showroom that looked like a junkyard. Charles simply put on a white and tender face, holding his schoolbag and resolutely refusing to put it on the ground.

Egbert covered his mouth in embarrassment and coughed, "Come on, it's not that difficult. I often have to clean up my room at home. In theory, all I need is a spell-clean up!" He took out cried Wand.

A gust of wind mixed with this dust blew past, and the two of them were covered in ashes. After a few seconds of silence, a small golden cup fell down unsteadily, "clang"

Charles had a bad premonition, and walked silently behind Ravenclaw, who was a head taller than him.

Little Jinbei didn't know what hit it. Under the chain reaction, the shelves in the first row collapsed, then the second, and the third...

"What should we do now?" Charles poked his head out from behind Egbert and asked innocently.

"...Back to the original!" Egbert said tremblingly, and all the garbage changed back to the original, "Let's take it slowly..."

He summoned a plate of water and two cloths, squatted down and wiped a small piece of the floor in a good-tempered manner, and then took the dusty objects and cleaned them one by one.Charles opened his green eyes for a while, feeling a little uneasy about his conscience. He put his schoolbag in the clean place as if giving up, and imitated Egbert to pick up a trophy and "cleaned it up". Cheng Liang, the handwriting on it is clear.

"1944 House Quidditch Cup..." Charles squinted at the notch.

Egbert happily leaned over to look, "This time Slytherin won the House Cup, and there are names of everyone on the team below... This year's Seeker is Abraxas Malfoy, no wonder."

A strange feeling arose, and Charles suppressed the familiar feeling of his thinking churning, and put the trophy on the ground as if nothing had happened, "Is he very good?"

"Malfoy is an ancient pure-blood family, but you must not know that their family is very famous."

"I know Malfoy. People often say that my hair looks like Malfoy." Charles said while rummaging through a row of photo frames.

Egbert looked at his soft platinum-blond hair thoughtfully, "If your mother didn't have blonde hair like this, there must be many people who think you are Malfoy's illegitimate child who lives outside."

Charles rolled his eyes, and then his attention was distracted by a photo, an old group photo, in the center of which was Slughorn, flushed from drinking and laughing, looking better than he did now. Much younger.Standing next to him was an extremely handsome young man, wearing a dark green academic gown, with black hair and black eyes. His handsome eyes just matched the emerald green eyes in the photo.

Finding that Charles was suddenly silent, Egbert looked at the photo with his hand curiously, "Professor Slughorn? This should be Abraxas Malfoy." He pointed to the person next to the black-haired boy Said.

Abraxas Malfoy's blond hair was very long, fixed behind his head by something, his chin was slightly raised, and his face was full of arrogance.

"Who is he?" Charles asked, pointing to the boy with black hair and black eyes.

Egbert narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a while, and shook his head, "I don't know, this happened many years ago, if it wasn't for Malfoy's hair, I wouldn't have recognized it."

Charles and the person in the photo looked at each other for a while, feeling puzzled by himself, and put the photo aside.

"Harry Potter!" Egbert said suddenly, and Charles was taken aback by him.

"Aha, I heard that he is the savior. I met him once before I entered school." Charles said disdainfully, he must be an idiot who can teach an idiot like James Potter.

"He is a great man." Egbert said gently.

Charles leaned over to see it - messy black hair, obnoxious green eyes.The boyish Harry Potter was wearing a red team uniform, shoulder to shoulder with the tall boy with red hair and freckles next to him. On the other side of the red-haired boy was a girl with the same red hair color, long The red hair is slightly curly and flutters like flames in the wind.

"The one in the middle is Ron Weasley, and you must recognize the one next to it, Ron Weasley's little sister."

Charles recognized it. This was Ginny Weasley, the current Mrs. Potter. Her beautiful eyes had a shy color. She turned her head slightly, looked past her brother, and looked at the much-anticipated savior with admiration.

But Potter didn't meet her eyes—not even look at the camera, he smiled casually, but his eyes wandered to somewhere outside the camera, what was he looking at.

What is he looking at?

You know the answer.

I know?No, I don't know anything.

The world returns to silence.

At night Charles lay in bed, tossing and turning for a long time before he fell asleep. He had a strange dream. It was still the cliff under the aurora, and he still fell, but this time he fell to the bottom, and was touched by the gentle force. Put it on a soft sofa.

A man with platinum-blonde long hair stood in front of him, his mouth opened and closed, and he didn't know what to say.But his vision was blurry, he managed to stand up and took a half step back, and was surprised to find a black-haired boy sitting where he was originally.

The platinum-blond long-haired man stopped talking, as if he had noticed him, and the sitting man tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to turn around to see who he was, who was so bold.

Charles turned and ran in horror, opened the door sullenly, and suddenly realized that he had arrived at the Quidditch pitch.

He stood blankly, and suddenly found a group of people in red clothes taking pictures in front of him, a group of stupid people, pushing and shoving, always noisy like this, the person standing in the middle suddenly turned his head, straight look at him.

Just staring at each other so suddenly, why can't I see who that person is, why your happiness has never been related to me, so sad.

All kinds of strange scenes are constantly changing, spring and autumn come and go, people in the corridor come and go, they all kneel in front of me, kiss the soil at my feet, who is he, why can I only look at him Back view?

When he woke up again, it was broad daylight, and Charles stared blankly at the bed curtain, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.

He had a splitting headache, sat up slowly, and felt motion sickness, but what dream did he have last night?Can't remember anything, "fuck", Charles cursed.

The bed curtain was drawn, "Why haven't you got up yet? It's already late." Dominic frowned and threw the robe on his bed.

With a dark face, Charles turned out a bottle of the potion that Snape had specified, and drank it without changing his expression. It was so bad, sour and bitter, it tasted like mud, and Charles' facial features wrinkled.

Rubbish potions, useless at all.Charles threw the empty bottle aside bitterly.

Unexpectedly, the situation did not improve after drinking the medicine. The temples were aching all morning. Charles propped his forehead with a bitter face. Professor Binns' mouth was like a hypnotic artifact. Words leap from line to distorted image, like the ghostly creature in Van Gogh's Scream, screaming and dancing before his eyes.

Did the Dean poison him on purpose because he was a Muggle?

After finally getting out of class, Charles didn’t bother to care about Dominique’s worries, and walked to the medical center on his own. He endured the absurd feeling that the world was melting, and he couldn’t help it halfway, and ran to a bathroom to close it. The door to the cubicle was spitting.

"Ouch!" The breakfast was all in the toilet, damn it, that old bat must have been poisoned.

After a long delay, Charles crawled out, unscrewed the water outlet of the washbasin, washed his hands and face.

But his hand paused when he turned off the switch, and his fingers stroked the small relief on it, what was it, it felt like a ball—a snake.

He bent down to look at the exquisite relief, the figure-of-eight snake reflected in the dark green pupils.

"..."

Is this snake talking?It's too quiet, what is it saying?

Charles opened his eyes and leaned forward unconsciously, "..."

It's almost time to hear it.

"Ah!" An extremely ear-piercing scream almost shattered his eardrums, Charles took two steps back in fright, and his butt fell to the ground.

A female ghost with glasses and two ponytails hovered above the bathroom screaming.

"...What the hell?!" Charles said angrily.

The ghost stopped abruptly, and actually started to twitch, "There's another strange boy, peeping at me, trying to seduce poor Myrtle..."

Charles struggled to stand up and patted his crumpled robe, "Don't worry about it, you are ugly in life, and you are also ugly in death.", he said maliciously.

Myrtle cried even louder, "I'm ugly! I'm ugly! Are you happy?" She said as she leaned down and rushed into the toilet, making a splash.

Charles frowned speechlessly, maybe Snape didn't poison him, but was poisoned by this place full of neurosis.