[HP] Butterfly Effect

On the second day of the holiday, snow was still raging at Hogwarts.

The thick snow layer and the darker forest green due to the low temperature make the entire Forbidden Forest look like an emerald gem frozen in the ice layer, hazy, cold and clear.

Aurora and Vox sneaked to Hagrid's cabin several times and spent most of the Christmas holiday there.Thanks to the teaching of Dean Sprout, Aurora successfully used magic to make the rock cakes made by Hagrid soft and delicious.While eating, Vaux sighed, it's not in vain that the Hufflepuff dormitory is so close to the kitchen.

At the end of the holiday, Aurora followed Hagrid to the Forbidden Forest to watch the transformation ceremony of a unicorn who was about to grow into adulthood.The golden-yellow horns that were the same color as their fur when they were young will fall off because they stop growing, and then within ten minutes, a new silver-white horn will grow.

When the new horn grows, the unicorn is considered an adult.

The juvenile horns of unicorns are very precious potion ingredients, and can be sold for two hundred galleons in the market.Aurora looked at the unicorn holding the replaced horn in her palm, stretched out her hand and stroked its hair, which was as flawless as snow. It had lost the softness and smoothness of a young animal, and began to have the roughness/hardness and denseness of an adult body. .

But to be honest, holding this unicorn horn is really useless. Do you want her to put it on the table as a bedroom decoration, or hang it on the bed curtain to ward off evil spirits?It's a waste no matter how you look at it.

In the end, Aurora sat by the fireplace in Hagrid's cabin all afternoon, and decided to give the unicorn horn as a gift to play its due value.

"Dear Professor, Merry Christmas. The unicorn Poppy that Hagrid took care of before has grown up, and he generously gave me this precious unicorn horn. But I have to admit, this What a waste of precious potion ingredients in my hands. I hope you don't mind it being a giveaway, as you know, as a freshman I wasn't allowed to go to the Forbidden Forest.

Thank you for sending me to the school hospital in time last time.

So, once again, Merry Christmas.

Your sincere student, Aurora Field. "

The above is the content of an unexpected package that Snape received in the early morning of the next day in the sunlight after the snow.The small unicorn horn inside is intact and bright, so dazzling that it makes people suspect that it was taken from the finest gilt.

He has no concept of Christmas and gifts at all. His only memory is that when he was very young, a red-haired and blue-eyed angel once gave him a box tied with a beautiful bow tie with her hair color.The pure white hot stamping of lilies was stretched on the corner of the carton. That pure whiteness almost permeated Snape's entire youth, and even the faint scent of the flower was engraved in the depths of the dream as if by magic. , lingering.

Since then, no one has given him a gift.

until this year.

There were two packages on the desk, one wrapped in exaggerated and shiny purple star wrapping paper, from their Mr. Principal.One is as pure white as the snow outside the window, without any decoration, and the only ribbon used for binding is exactly the same color as Aurora's long hair, making it easy to think of the first rays of sunshine in the morning.

Snape flipped the card between his fingers, and then placed it on the dark table. The card's whiteness was so crisp that it almost flowed down, and it shone slightly in the dim office.

This unexpected Christmas gift came just in time. Snape went to Diagon Alley to check the price and quality of young unicorn horns two days ago, but he was not satisfied with it.This one is perfect both in texture and in its nature as a gift.

It's just that I don't know what kind of mood the giver has in mind to give it to me.Snape recalled Aurora's potion final exam results, and passed the line as usual.

He clicked his tongue.This little girl seemed to know her bottom line better than him.

The other party said that it was a gift for sending her to the school hospital last time, but Snape was not convinced by this statement.But he wasn't so extreme as to just return the young unicorn horn intact. After all, to be honest, such high-quality potion ingredients are hard to find.

And the little girl made the reason very clear, it was just for the sake of gratitude, and she didn't want to use such things in the future to say that she owed her a favor, so she let go of her studies or something.Such a worry-free gift, clean and tidy, I would like it if you like it.

And so the precious young horn was stored in an empty glass bottle on a shelf in the Potions Master's office.

For most of the next day, Snape frowned and finished correcting the papers of the freshmen. The situation was as bad as he had imagined.Gryffindor is the most polarized, Hufflepuff is the most inconspicuous, and Slytherin and Ravenclaw are on par.

And when he finally put down the quill, it was already 02:30 in the afternoon.

He stretched out his hands to rub his sore temples, when the cold wind burst in suddenly, knocked open the window of the office, and scattered scattered snow and thin sunlight onto the white gift box at the corner of the table.

Following the sunshine and cold wind, the potion master glanced at the small box out of the corner of his eye, thinking for a while.

He straightened up again, and picked up the ink-soaked quill again.

Thick black ink dripped onto the light brown letter paper, and under the tip of the pen, it was coiled and outlined into sharp words.

In the evening, Aurora was sitting on an abandoned tower in Hogwarts with Brett and tea rolls in her arms, watching the orange-red sunset gradually sinking below the white horizon and burning through half the sky, but she still couldn't resist the rising tide from the east. The more pronounced the grey-blue spread the erosion.

This is really rare in the UK, especially in winter.So almost all the students who stayed at the school came to watch the sunset, and it was crowded with the best viewing spots in Hogwarts.

Beverly stood beside Aurora, leaning against the rough and ancient stone wall, making the most of Alder's ability to cast silent spells.The sparse snowflakes change endlessly under her silence and the dancing of her wand, from swans to dolphins, all are lifelike.

Aurora also joked that it is a pity that the school does not have an ice sculpture or snowman competition, otherwise Beverly must be No.1.

Beverly smiled slightly, but said nothing, the tip of the wand swam gracefully in the air, and snowflakes flew along with it.During this holiday, Aurora would hang out with Beverly almost every day, because most of the Slytherins had gone home, and only this little girl who was as homeless as herself remained.

Aurora knew from her that the reason why she stared at her pocket watch in Diagon Alley was because this pocket watch was her father's personal possession before Sirius gave it to her.When Beverly and her master were hunted down by Death Eaters, Emond happened to save them.Beverly remembered Edmund, and the pocket watch.

This feeling is very subtle. Aurora has been hearing about "her father" from others. Whether it is Dumbledore, Beverly, or Sirius, they are all stories told by others.However, she had never even seen the most famous student of Ravenclaw at that time with her own eyes. She only saw it once in a group photo of members of the Order of the Phoenix that Dumbledore showed her last time.

They were right, the way Aurora smiled was somewhat similar to the former member of the Order of the Phoenix.

The snow began to drift sporadically again, Aurora stood up and patted the white crystals on the winter skirt, and said to Beverly: "Let's go, let's go eat."

Because most of the students had left, and as the only Slytherin, Beverly didn't have any airs of arrogance and bitterness, but she talked a little less, so the children simply huddled around a dining table and had a lively chat. Have a meal.

Just as the last of the Thai chicken curry was served, Hastings, Vaux's owl, flew in from outside the door covered in snowflakes.Peeves, who wandered into the restaurant, liked to torment the students and the owls all the time, and Hastings became one of his victim birds sadly.

After the little guy was shivering from the cold, amid the exclamation of the children and Peeves' sharp and piercing laughter, he fell headlong into the pile of buttered popcorn, jumped out with the dark hard-shell envelope in his mouth, Just one corner was stuck in the middle of the curved neck of the curry chicken, and it stood up high like a flag.

"Uh..." Vox looked at Peeves, who had disappeared for a long time, and quickly cast a few warming spells and a cleaning spell on Hastings, then stroked its fur and fed it something to make it Go back to the owl shed.

"To Field?" A girl wearing a Gryffindor red scarf tilted her head curiously, almost making her eyes parallel to the roasted chicken curry, "Aurora, this is a letter for you. Strange , why there is only the last name of the recipient, not even the sender."

Aurora took the last bite of pudding and took off the envelope.The envelope soaked in curry sauce and vegetable oil was still sharp and hard at the corners. She opened the letter opening that was sealed with wax paint, and pulled out the thick letter paper inside at an angle. The letter paper had gone halfway, but there was not even a punctuation mark .

She froze for a moment, and simply pulled the entire letter paper out of the envelope. A large area of ​​monotonous light brown was spread on the shaken parchment paper, like a barren land that had been destroyed by fire, so desolate and cold. Not a trace of life.

The only phrase stands in the center of the letter paper, with thick colors and sharp strokes, so solemn that it reminds people of some inscriptions on steles.

"Merry Christmas."

There is no usual address and greeting at the beginning of a letter, no concluding words for greetings and politeness at the end, not even a word of identity.

This is the only word on the entire letter.

Aurora knew who the sender was almost as soon as she saw it, and then she quietly stuffed the letter back and put it in her bag.

"Aurora, who gave you the letter?" Vox asked curiously.

The little girl shrugged her shoulders, used a fork to pick up the honey-colored chicken that was still dripping with sweet juice, and replied without changing expression: "Merlin."

The dining table suddenly became eerily quiet.

While eating the chicken and drinking the pumpkin juice, Aurora could not help but sigh as she recalled the succinct phrases in the letter:

There is probably no one else who can write Merry Christmas in such a gloomy way, except for their equally gloomy potions professor.He just has the ability to write any sentence like an inscription, there is no doubt about it.

But Professor, is it so difficult for you to write both initials of your name at the end?Are you afraid that your recipient will not recognize who sent the letter?

Aurora swallowed the food in her mouth, and inexplicably there was a small voice in her mind answering:

You will always recognize it.

Well, it is.How could someone with such a letter-writing style admit to being wrong.

But the problem is, she shouldn't know the other party's letter writing style, should she?

So do you know it yourself?

Aurora was a little confused all of a sudden.

……

After Christmas, the school resumed normal class procedures.With the adaptation in the first half of the semester, it is relatively less difficult to cope with the courses in the second half of the semester.

Time passed among the Easter eggs and the scent of flowers from the slowly regenerating earth, and Slytherin won the house cup this school year.With Dumbledore waving the flag over the entire restaurant, it turned into a giant velvet green and silver snake, and the green hanging ribbon swaggered like a new willow branch outside.

Aurora shrank herself even lower, concentrating on dealing with the crab shell in front of her, not looking at the green flag above her head.

It's not that she has any prejudice against Slytherin, it's just that she has a big shadow on things like snakes, especially when the roof is full of snakes, she only feels her scalp is numb and her neck is covered with goose bumps.This is definitely the biggest shadow left by the Peterson triplets.Childhood trauma is always difficult to heal.

Hogwarts' summer vacation is coming, and everyone is calling each other to keep in touch during the summer vacation, or to hang out in twos and threes.

While packing the luggage in the dormitory, Caroline asked Aurora what her plans were for the summer vacation.Aurora thought about it and really didn't, but she intends to go to Diagon Alley to see if she can find a less complicated part-time job. After all, if she wants to finish her studies at Hogwarts, she can't do without finding a job. .

I just don't know if there is a concept of "child labor breaking the law" in the wizarding world?

Time flies, and the summer vacation is ushered in in a blink of an eye.At the end of the day, except for Professor Snape's Potions class and Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, which could be regarded as disciplined, the other teachers couldn't hold back this group of people who had already let their minds fly like the white pigeons outside the window. Free students.

The last class is Herbal Medicine taught by Professor Sprout. The lenient and kind dean understands the children's feelings very well. Even if the class is noisy, no points will be deducted, as long as the student does not lose control and run out of the classroom, or put his hands in the classroom. In the mouth of the mandrake that hasn't had time to repot.

Even though it was already summer, this green continent floating in the Atlantic Ocean was still not that hot, with the highest temperature around [-] degrees Fahrenheit (a little over [-] degrees Celsius).

When Aurora came to class, she was still wearing the suit she had just arrived at Hogwarts, a light gray long-sleeved T-shirt and a turquoise frock with a stand-up collar and short sleeves.The tea roll served as the little girl's headband, loosely wrapping Aurora's long pale golden hair behind her back, leaving two green leaves to move from time to time.

In fact, Vaux had told Aurora about the idea of ​​going home together. After all, if it was only because of the tuition fee, then he could choose to work in their auto repair shop.However, after learning about the exchange rate between Muggle currency and wizard currency, Aurora decisively shot down the proposal.

So before the holiday started, Aurora went to the Slytherin lounge, of course she just stood outside the door and waited, she didn't have the courage to go in alone, and the Slytherins didn't seem willing to let this The students from the outer courtyard came into their lounge.

Aurora has never been quite sure if this is the tradition of Slytherin. It is obvious that Hufflepuff is also underground, but their lounge is very bright, with the main color of cheese yellow and Dean Sprout's decorations from time to time. Fresh flowers make the whole lounge look very warm.Swaying dandelions and various flowers can be seen everywhere outside the window.

But Slytherin's lounge is always dark - of course, it may be because of the bottom of the water.In fact, not only the lounge, but also the office of their young dean and the potion classroom revealed a depressing gloom.

Aurora stood outside and waited for a while, and Sur flew out like a butterfly.She is wearing a short silver-blue skirt today, her light brown hair is casually and charmingly tied into a braid hanging on her left chest, and there are many small silver stars dotted on her hair, making her look very beautiful.As she walked through the Slytherin common room, she lit up almost the entire dark underwater world, her blue eyes seemed to speak.

It seems that the Gryffindors are right. Although Slytherin is unconvincing in many ways-especially to them-but the fact that Sur Garcia is the recognized flower of the grade, everyone Surprisingly unanimous.Aurora saw that Slytherin prefect more than once, affectionately calling Sur the brightest jewel on top of their silver giant snake.

"What do you want from me?" Sur said, looking at Aurora's appearance, and frowned, "Why are you still wearing the school suit?"

"How do you know what clothes I'm wearing at the beginning of school?" Aurora has always been very accurate in focusing.

"Hey, didn't I tell you my dad used to be a Hufflepuff student? So I always thought I was going to Hufflepuff. I was shocked when the Sorting Hat said I was going to Slytherin Jump." Sur smiled brightly, his beautiful eyes were slightly curved, charming and cute, "So when the new semester starts, I will pay more attention to the freshmen in Hufflepuff. Not to mention..."

She paused, and continued: "During the introduction time of our dean, you yelled 'there is a ghost' in front of the whole school. I don't think I will remember you."

"..." Aurora twitched the corners of her mouth, never realizing that this incident had such a big impact, "I hope your dean doesn't remember such trivial things. What about your mother? Is she a Slytherin? "

"No, my mother is a Veela." Su Er said, "Speaking of which, what do you want me for?"

"Oh, that's right. Didn't you say that you are the Hogwarts intelligence collection station? I want to inquire about some things." Aurora said, Sur raised his eyebrows confidently, that pretty face Because such actions become more active.

She nodded knowingly, with a familiar look: "Tell me, which handsome guy you like, I guarantee that I can get all the details of his life experience in half a day."

It seems that the Sorting Hat made sense for her to be sorted into Slytherin.This kind of strong interpersonal relationship and information gathering ability is very useful for Slytherin who takes "judging the situation and protecting oneself wisely" as its creed.

"That's not the case." Aurora smiled helplessly, "I'm here to ask you, are there any shops in Diagon Alley that offer summer jobs? Also, which shops are willing to take in children aged eleven or twelve? "

"Coincidentally, someone asked me the same question before you came." Sur blinked and said.

"Who?"

"Miss Beverly Greenberg."

Ten minutes later, Aurora got a list of job information for summer workers and boarded the train leaving Hogwarts.Before leaving, Su Er specially told her that if there is really no shop she would like to go to, she would rather go back to the Muggle world and bear the inhumane exchange rate than go to Knockturn Alley.

"The bastard hooligan wants to take off your clothes at most, and the guys in Knockturn Alley not only want to take off your clothes, but also your skin." Sur said sharply and vividly, "Unless you can't think about it, don't go to that place." A place. Of course, if it were me, I wouldn’t go there even if I couldn’t think about it.”

"Thank you senior sister, I understand."

"See you after summer vacation."

"See you after summer vacation."

The author has something to say:

Long-lost update, I have had diarrhea for a few days recently, and there are many things, I am really sorry.

I've said it before, but I think I'll say it again.This article is slow-paced and bland. The heroine in the early stage is too young, so she can only brush her face, and there will not be much interaction between the two.Moreover, the slow-heating type of the professor can't get up quickly even if the emotional line is exhausted, at least I can't write it... In the later stage, the heroine is fourteen or fifteen years old, and there are more and more scenes between the two of them. Lay out the plot.