[HP] Butterfly Effect

Christmas begins when the snow is covered with garlands of emerald green mistletoe.

Prior to this, the freshmen of the first year had just passed their Potions final exams.Even walking out of the examination room and seeing the brilliant golden sun and the gray-orange sky falling at the end of the white snowfield outside, there is a feeling of survival after disaster.I don't know what's going on with this year's exam arrangement. Herbology and Potions are taken next to each other. Many Hufflepuffs can't stand the feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

The night before, Aurora made a pious wish on the Dumbledore card that had been on her desk for a long time, hoping that she could spend it safely.While peeling the apple in the card, Dumbledore shook his head and agreed to the little girl's request.

Then she went to bed hypnotically, and kissed the tea roll and Brett before going to sleep.

Thanks to the fact that she often came to help Snape with some materials this semester, Aurora was able to handle the first half of the exam with ease.But when it comes time to cook it, she can only rely on her own character, Dumbledore's blessing, and Hufflepuff's stable and excellent psychological quality.

After putting her finished potion into the glass bottle, Aurora wrote her initials on the cork with a quill, and then queued up to Snape's desk to put the bottle on the table, pressing Live in a stack of Potions papers.

Aurora let out a long sigh of relief as she left the examination room with the suppressed and critical eyes of the young potions professor.

Gryffindor on the opposite side apparently also finished their exams, and lion cubs wearing red scarves filed out from the open black door.Vox, who was huddled with Bill Weasley and whispered something quickly, buried his head very low, almost drifting out of the classroom, and exiled himself towards the least crowded place, the crimson scarf almost Cover his eyes and the corner will disappear at the end of the corridor corner.

After the two passed by, Aurora's hand was still in mid-air, and she was a little puzzled when she saw the boy walking away.She lowered her hand slowly, and then quickly followed Vaux's pace to catch up.

Bill looked back and saw the familiar pale gold head, heaving and falling in a mass of brown and copper.He nudged Vaux with his elbow: "Hey, Aurora is here."

Vox took back his steps, turned his head and stopped on the spot cautiously waiting for her to catch up, his clear and bright eyes rolled from time to time, as if he was very wary of some monsters running around to eat him.

"What's wrong with you? Walking so fast." Aurora stood still panting, and rewrapped the yellow and black scarf that was hanging down to her knees hastily around her neck, and her smooth and smooth long hair was messed up by the scarf.Caroline also squeezed out from the crowd at this time, panting and put her hands on Aurora's shoulders: "I think I'm done for this time, I seem to have forgotten to add moonstone powder in the final potion, Merlin... ..."

"It's okay, just pray that Professor Snape doesn't notice." Aurora comforted her, and then pulled her to follow Vox and Bill's footsteps, "Maybe he won't care about these details." "He really Will you not pay attention?" Caroline sounded suspicious.

"Unless he loses all five senses, he will definitely notice." Bill couldn't help joking.

Aurora winked at him lightly, and her playful tone sounded as cheerful as singing: "It's easy. My bottle of potion is right in front of Caroline, and I think it should be able to take on this glorious and arduous task." It should not be difficult to deprive him of his sense of smell for five minutes, especially since Professor Snape's sense of smell is so acute."

"Then hurry up and get a bottle out for Vox, he's been annoyed by those little girls who have been following him lately." Bill laughed and said, not forgetting to sympathize with his roommate eyes.

"What's the matter, what happened?"

"Do you remember the last time when you were suddenly snow blind, and Vox was going to take you to the hospital, but Professor McGonagall called you away?" Bill said, "This time there will be a For the freshman Christmas party, Vox is our Gryffindor fiddler."

"Isn't that good?" Aurora didn't look surprised at all. After all, they have been neighbors across the door for five years since they were young. Vox's violin is far superior to that of her peers from nothing to now.But Vaux obviously didn't think so, he still didn't show his face out of the scarf, and his words were very muffled in the thick and soft fabric, only a little white mist floated out of the scarf: "It's not good at all." .Professor McGonagall never told me that being a violinist would be hunted down like this, if I had known it earlier, I would not have agreed."

"You are favored by several Gryffindor girls now, do you call this chasing?" Bill smirked and patted him on the shoulder, looking extremely gloating.Aurora felt that those fans might be a little sorry for the audience, so she casually asked how those girls were doing.

Sure enough, through Bill's concise summary, Aurora almost felt sorry for her friend.Vaux had a splitting headache, and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head: "I would rather have a tornado on the day of the performance and sweep away the whole of Hogwarts."

"With Professor Dumbledore around, even a tornado can't save your fate. At most, when they rush up to surround you, they can blow you so hard that you can't keep your eyes open and help you reduce the visual pain." Aurora The tone calmly shattered Vaux's fantasy, and then faced the other's widening golden brown eyes, he pulled away a bright smile, showing a mouthful of neat white teeth, imitating the tone of a loving elder, "My child, life is like this of."

Bill and Caroline almost burst out laughing.

In the afternoon of the next day, Aurora went to the auditorium to watch the rehearsal performance of the New Voices, and suddenly understood why Vox had been so sad. Mood.

This time, the freshman Christmas performance will be performed by various colleges, and a lottery will determine who will be in the group.Vox was, unfortunately, paired with a flutist in Slytherin.I don't know if the tradition that the Lion House and the Snake House don't like each other has been passed down from Salazar and Godric. In short, the cooperation between these two people is very painful.

One is holding a violin and tilting his head so that he can poke the tip of his nose into the wall, and the other is playing the flute with his head held high, wishing to poke his chin through the roof of the school auditorium.In the end, the teacher had to reassign the two of them as partners, so that Vox and Beverly were a team.

Beverly was originally a soloist, and her instrument was an ancient knee qin from the East, and the sound was as clear and melodious as jade beads falling off a crystal plate.Aurora was very curious about this strange musical instrument, so she casually asked where Beverly learned it from, but didn't expect the other party to answer.

Beverly explained in a few words the origin of herself and this piano.She wandered since she was a child, and was regarded as an outlier because of her wizard physique, until one day she was picked up by a Chinese luthier who was traveling in Europe, and they followed her around and lived in nowhere.Until 1979, her master suddenly disappeared, leaving only a lap piano.With this piano, Beverly fled all the way to London, where she lived as a tea boy in Chinatown.

The girl's voice was cold and flat, as if she was telling someone else's story.Aurora froze for a moment, and suddenly regretted why she asked about other people: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Beverly shook her head.

"Then what are you doing now? You are alone and young, how can you afford the tuition?" Aurora looked at her and asked.

Beverly's tone became even lighter: "The person my master has always protected and sacrificed his life for. He is now my guardian."

"Beverly, come here." The teacher waved to the brown-haired girl sitting beside her.

Beverly walked over obediently, and just after taking a few steps, she suddenly turned her head, looked at Aurora and said, "Your father is a good man, and you have a very similar temperament to him."

"Have you met my dad?" Aurora blurted out in surprise.The girl nodded slightly as an answer, then walked to the stage with the piano in her arms and sat down, waiting to play with Vaux.It is also a combination of Slytherin and Gryffindor, and the two people are much more harmonious. Sure enough, the college is secondary, and the personality of the person is the decisive factor.

At this time, Slytherin's senior student Sur Garcia sat next to Aurora at some point, her long light brown hair hung down on her chest like waves, the color of nail polish on her fingernails was the same as last time What Aurora saw while processing the materials in Snape's office was different.While rubbing the bright colors on her nails with her fingers, she looked at the two children on the stage and said, "Are you familiar with that Beverly?"

"Probably." Aurora smiled and looked at her slender fingers, "Sister, the color is very beautiful."

"Sight!" Sur patted Aurora's head in relief, and continued, "But you should pay attention. I know that Miss Greenberg seems to have something to do with someone from the Black family, and that person seems to be Mysterious people do things."

"The Black family?" Aurora immediately thought of Sirius, and couldn't help asking, "Which Black?"

Su Er glanced at her in surprise: "Your focus is very strange, shouldn't normal people ask about the relationship with the mysterious person first?"

Then, she continued: "I don't know the details. Anyway, you know that the Black family is an ancient, noble and mysterious family. I can't afford to mess with it. I just saw the person who sent her off when the school started. It's just a member of the Black family. But this Miss Greenberg seems very ungrateful."

Is Sirius's house so mysterious? She really doesn't know...but she came to see Beverly off at the beginning of school... Aurora sighed indistinctly, then it wasn't Sirius.It must be some relative of his.

After a while, she felt a little wrong again: "Oh, but, how do you know he belongs to the Black family?"

Sur did not answer her directly this time, but raised his face and looked at her quite proudly: "I am the so-called Hogwarts underground intelligence collection station, and there is no news that I don't know. What's more, the few members of the Black family I was quite famous at Hogwarts back then, so it’s hard not to hear their legends. Come to the Slytherin lounge when you have time, and I’ll show you the photos.”

After hearing the last sentence, Aurora thought about Sirius' impeccable face, and instantly understood why Sur could recognize that he was from the Black family just by looking at the photo.

"Thank you, I will definitely go when I have time."

But to be honest, the badger in the snake's den is not a good story no matter how you look at it.Aurora felt that it was better not to satisfy this curiosity. Although the few Slytherins she came into contact with so far were quite friendly, one must know that what Slytherins lack most is difficult people to get along with.

But Sur's words did wake her up, and Aurora was probably sure where she was going this Christmas—the library.She really knew too little about her father's family and this strange wizarding world.

It just so happened that the Christmas present he gave Remus hadn't been mailed yet, wondering if he would know who the person who sent Beverly to the station was?

……

Before dinner, Aurora sneaked to Hagrid's cabin to find her giant friend.Hagrid seemed to know that she would come early, so he deliberately brought the Thestral cub who had already established a close bond with Aurora.

The little guy grew up very quickly in the natural environment of the Forbidden Forest and under Hagrid's care, but he still didn't grow any flesh on his body. Aurora felt very worried about his health when he touched the clear and dense bones under his bare skin .Although the way the little things eat makes people feel that this worry is superfluous.

There was a warm fire burning in Hagrid's cabin, and the Thestral cub was half lying in Aurora's arms, occasionally sticking out the tip of its tongue to lick the little girl's long pale golden hair hanging on her chest.Under the firelight, those strands of hair had a warm halo like porcelain enamel, and the light hair color almost melted into the orange.

Chajuan hung Aurora's ball head with one paw, and hung himself down to look at this magical creature curiously.Thestral also slightly raised its neck to look at it, and Chakaki simply slid down the girl's hair like a rope, and sat firmly on the other's shoulder.After a while, Chajuan discovered that the other party was neither a ground turtle nor a fairy egg, and thestrals also found that Chajuan looked unpalatable and had no wings, so they both stopped paying attention to each other.

After exchanging Christmas gifts, Aurora drank the black tea in the cup, bid farewell to Thestral, and promised to watch it every day during the holidays.

Snowflakes were falling slightly outside the door, Aurora held the tea roll tightly in her gloves, put on the hat of the hooded padded jacket, and rushed briskly into the snow.

After dinner, the Christmas party was held with great fanfare, and the whole of Hogwarts was decorated with magic and holly sprigs and mistletoe garlands.Hundreds of thousands of crystal clear ice crystals and candles floated in the air. The candlelight and the reflection of the ice surface were intertwined, illuminating the entire magic school like daytime.Large swathes of floating light shrouded the top of the head, and the snowflakes made by magic were warm and dry, covering each child's shoulders and hair tips.

Professor Flitwick used his wand to create a chain of golden bubbles that lazily swept over every inch of the school in the air currents.Professor Sprout decorated many Christmas tree decorations in the shape of food, cast a clever spell, and the whole Christmas tree smelled tempting.

Aurora and Caroline huddled in a corner, stepping on a stool and barely watching Vox and Beverly's ensemble.This combination of music performance made everyone feel very fresh. At the end of the last section of the music, Principal Dumbledore, who was dressed in a gorgeous brown-red wizard robe, used his wand as a baton to beat the end beat for them, and then Lead the applause.

The activities after that were very weird. All the children who were unlucky and were drawn had to come up and perform an impromptu performance.After hearing the announcement from their eccentric and kind principal, Aurora decisively made the decision to run away.

She is very petite, and it is not difficult to sneak out in the crowd.It's a bit daunting to leave the warm room to face the frost and snow outside, but it's better than performing on stage anyway.After making up her mind, Aurora slipped out easily.

After all, most people's attention was on the happy party at that time, and no one would notice that such a freshman who usually didn't have a strong sense of presence left.

She came to the brightly lit corridor, and the snow outside was dimly illuminated by such bright and warm light.Aurora sat on the low railing of the corridor, her eyes were cast far away, where there was nothing but the blurred boundaries of darkness and snow.

She suddenly thought of Marianne, Sirius and the others, as well as her theoretical father whom she had never met.Aurora shook her head, it must be because the festive atmosphere made her start to think wildly, or because most of the students in the school were discussing the reason of going home for Christmas these days, she was a little emotional.

She jumped off the railing and stepped into the snow, and drew out her slender cypress wand to write unpleasing words and sentences on the ground bit by bit. The fine and white snow particles were covered with the light yellow tip of the wand.

When Severus Snape finally couldn't bear the excessive noise inside and came out to take a breath, what he saw was this scene:

The little girl squatting in the snow held her own gloves in her hands, her hands were red from the cold, and her long scarf was dragged to the ground covered with white snow.Light blond hair spread behind her like satin, moist and shiny.

The little guy wrote "MerryChristmas" on the ground with a magic wand, and then stared at the phrase in a daze. The reflected candlelight is as clear and bright as ripples.

Snape lifted his chin slightly and looked at the girl, remembering that it was the same little thing a few days ago, reddened by the strong reflection of the snow, so embarrassed that he couldn't even walk, but now he was acting so stupidly Squatting here staring at the snow on the ground.

That's why I said that all the unhappiness is caused by myself. The brain of the little giant is like this, and the scars will never be healed and the pain will be forgotten.

"I assume that you feel that the party atmosphere inside is not as lively and warm as the school hospital, so you come here again, trying to find a perfect excuse to lie on the hospital bed that Madam Pomfrey prepared for you, and spend the whole vacation peacefully." Snape said indifferently, with a deadpan expression on his face, and his slow and piercing tone floated in the deserted corridor, making people irritated and sweet, "Then you can continue to enjoy the snow scene here until you burst into tears."

Aurora was alerted, and quickly retreated into the corridor, wiping her eyes with her sleeves, which indeed caused a slight tingling and itching, but fortunately, it was within the range she could bear.Tea Roll noticed Snape's arrival before Aurora, and had already shrunk into the scarf to wrap herself up, hiding it airtightly.

"Thank you, Professor." She put on her hat and pulled it down, loosened the scarf so that the tea rolls had a gap to breathe, and a large shadow fell on her small face, which greatly weakened the stimulation of the light source to the eyes, " How did you come out?"

"It seems that I should ask you this question first. If I remember correctly, the freshmen should be waiting inside to perform on stage." Snape slightly raised the tail of his eyebrows, the dark figure formed a strong contrast with the white snow behind him.It was the first time that Aurora had the time to observe their potion master, and found that although he was tall, he was a bit thin, and his face was as pale and haggard as ever.

She bet the young head of Slytherin didn't know what a routine was.

Aurora blinked guiltyly, stretched out her hand to grab her bangs, and Chen Ken properly positioned herself: "It's better for me to sit by the side and applaud others."

"This is your ideal?" Snape looked at her slightly contemptuously.He understood why the Sorting Hat did not hesitate to sort the little girl in front of him into Hufflepuff.

Sensing the other party's irony, Aurora shrugged indifferently: "There must be someone to be the inconspicuous audience, otherwise what's the point of the people on stage? They need such people, applause and praise, don't they?"

The professor raised his chin, and there was more scrutiny in his eyes, perhaps because he found that the little girl's thoughts were very different from what she showed and what he understood: "So, you donate these to do an inconspicuous The audience, is it to satisfy your noble moral heart?"

Aurora twitched the corner of her mouth. She knew why more than half of the Slytherins liked to poke people's heads with their chins when they were talking. It turned out that it was a haughty habit formed by their dean.But she is not a blunt and impulsive Gryffindor, and she will not bluntly contradict the other party just because she is stinging.She also remembers that her goal was not to have the academy lose points for her fault.

Therefore, the little girl still maintained her humble attitude at the beginning, and seriously answered Snape's question: "It's not actually like this, Professor, I don't have that high moral awareness. I just simply don't think I have that kind of moral awareness." It’s just the ability to please the audience. In fact, the audience is sometimes very difficult, especially when the performers on the stage are not so satisfactory. So, I still don’t want to torture those audiences like me gone."

The little golden retriever's neither soft nor hard attitude and the appropriate wording made Snape raise his eyebrows, but his face was still expressionless: "It seems that you are quite happy with this glorious career that does not require hard work."

"Yes, professor, I think I'm still a person who can measure my abilities." The little golden retriever smiled gently and brightly, slightly bent his knees and lifted the plaid cotton skirt hanging under the caramel-colored coat, and made a non-standard salute.

Snape didn't speak, his eyes fell behind Aurora, showing no emotion.

At this time, Principal Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded from behind Aurora: "Then I think, like your father, you must know how to avoid danger best."

"Professor Dumbledore." Aurora turned around quickly, and saw the headmaster, whose eyes were still shining and deep even though his hair and beard were gray, was standing not far behind him.

His eyes paused on Aurora's scarf, and Aurora subconsciously wanted to cover the place where the tea roll was hidden, but felt that it was too obvious, so she just stood there.

"Merry Christmas, Severus, Aurora." Dumbledore withdrew his gaze without a trace, with a warm smile, "Would you like some licorice magic wand? Professor Sprout has recently improved its taste, which is different from cockroaches. The taste of sugar is very close."

"No." "No, thank you."

Snape and Aurora refused at the same time without even thinking about it, then Aurora was stunned for a moment, and when she turned around, the other party just looked away blankly.

There was a thin layer of smile in Dumbledore's eyes, as if he knew the reaction of the two people early in the morning: "In fact, I think Mrs. Sprout's effect this time is quite successful."

"I still have a lot of test papers to deal with, so I'm going back first." Snape said, stretching out his hands to gather the heavy cloak that was dragged to the ground, and quickly left the corridor.When he passed by Aurora, a gust of cold wind with a faint smell of potion penetrated into her neck, making her shrink back involuntarily.Chajuan also buried itself deeper.

It's a pity that Professor Snape didn't like to wander around the castle often, otherwise his cloak would be swept all the way like this, and the ground would be clean without a Cleansing Charm.Thinking of this, Aurora felt a little sorry for the floor tiles at Hogwarts.

After watching the black-haired man disappear around the corner, Dumbledore looked down at the little girl whose chin was almost retracted into the scarf, "Do you want to go back to the party? I just saw Vox and they seem to be looking for you."

Aurora looked back at the brightly lit auditorium. Hearing that they were starting to play some game of lottery, Aurora hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, I'm not suitable for that kind of game."

"Then go for a walk?" said the old headmaster. "Like your father, you don't like lively places very much. Young people, you will realize that it is not so good to be alone when you are old."

"Do you know much about my father? Can you... tell me?"

"If you will."

The author has something to say:

Recently, Kawen Zhongjia has been busy with things, and he has not been so diligent, sorry, sorry.