[HP] Butterfly Effect

In September, all the magic roses cultivated by Professor Sprout were in full bloom, and the fiery, gorgeous thick colors almost dyed the pale green walls of the greenhouse.On a spare afternoon, she snipped a handful from the conservatory, tied them with gold ribbon into a beautiful bright red ball, and picked some extra to take into the Hufflepuff common room.

The little badgers usually like to huddle together in the warm lounge of their own college to share snacks and chat, and pass around the latest popular magazines and the Daily Prophet by the way.When Professor Sprout came in, it happened to be the busiest time in the lounge.The beautiful flowers exuding a strong fragrance quickly became the children's darling, and the little ones surrounded them spontaneously without Professor Sprout calling.

Enchanted roses look much like normal roses in the Muggle world, except that the flowers are a bit larger.There are many flexible, slender and serrated branches on their green stems. Once attacked, they will automatically stretch out and entangle with the surrounding branches of the same kind. The serrations will be filled with the juice in the stems and become sharp. Form a net full of knives.

Their medicinal value is not great, but their ornamental value is very good. They are very similar to another strange potion plant called Fire Dragon's Blood, and they have a peculiar ability to remember sounds.If you sing or play music to them, they will record the sounds they hear and reproduce those sounds when they feel the air flow. This memory function is useful until the flowers wither.

Mrs. Sprout had planted it for its beauty and special function, and that afternoon the Hufflepuff common room was filled with songs of all styles and the sweet and tender voices of children.

Everyone present sang a few lines or an entire favorite song to the bouquet, and Professor Sprout put a fresh-keeping charm on the rose and hung it in front of the lounge window.As long as there is a wind blowing in, the rich and fragrant flower fragrance will gently fill the room, and there will be singing that may not be someone's voice.

It's as beautiful as a fairyland.

"I also specially picked some extra roses to reward the students who achieved excellent results in herbal medicine last school year." As she spoke, Mrs. Sprout took out a few other roses from her handbag. Distributed the roses to Aurora and several other students who also received excellent herbalism, "Come on children, sing a song, we are all your audience."

Using roses as a microphone is really new for Aurora.She has no research on music, and most of what she knows are country songs without lyrics.But in this case, you can't sing a Hogwarts school song with the tune of a lullaby, right?If she really did this, she would be famous the next day.Maybe Professor Dumbledore would be very pleased to give her a box of sweets.

That's right, she can't sing the school song because of her deep aversion to sugar.It's a pity that Professor Dumbledore's hobby is sweets. If he changed to one he likes, Aurora would just sing the school song indifferently.

Sitting on the soft earth-colored sofa in the Hufflepuff lounge, she huddled herself in a cloud of dark shadows, earnestly digging through her memory for any songs that could be worth recording.Her entire face and most of her body were pulled and covered by the shadows in the corner, leaving only her unrestrained light golden long hair flowing on her shoulders and arms, which was shone slightly by the sunlight outside, like those clear dreams The rays of light are all materialized.

The last person in front of Aurora was Cecilia. She sang Audrey Hepburn's famous song "Moon River" in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" affectionately to the rose.

The girl's singing voice is beautiful, but it is a bit obscure and stiff because of tension, but this does not affect the final effect.She received the warmest applause, and then landed on the sofa next to Aurora like a light butterfly, her fair face glowing with healthy and attractive blood due to tension and excitement.

"Come on, Aurora, it's your turn." Mrs. Sprout waved to the blond girl, and everyone else looked at Aurora expectantly.

However, I really don't have any songs that I can sing.Aurora suddenly felt a headache, maybe she was destined to become a loyal supporter of the school song.

Sighing, she nimbly jumped off the sofa and walked to the center of the lounge. The pleated light green cotton dress began to hang from her knees and spread over her ankles, with clusters of white daisies blooming around the hem of the skirt.Aurora pondered for a while, and began to recall the first words of the Hogwarts school song.God knows, she only sang once, and she sang blindly while staring at the lyrics in mid-air at the school opening banquet a year ago.

So, what's the first sentence?Merlin, who can remind her.Salazar, did you write the lyrics?If it is, she will laugh at him for the rest of her life.

The girl stood there hesitating, and the people around looked at each other, not knowing what she was thinking.

The sunlight climbed in from the window more recklessly, almost melting on Aurora's hair, as if burning with extreme brilliance.She fantasizes that she is singing, what would she want to sing?

"Merlin, her hair color is really beautiful, like sunshine." Aurora heard someone say that.

She turned her gaze to the window, and saw the incredible light penetrating the petals of the rose, outlining the direction of every vein. It was a color of great vitality, which made people feel hopeful when they saw it.Aurora suddenly remembered that she woke up at such a beautiful and bright moment six years ago and came to this strange world.

Suddenly, a melody sounded in her mind, a hazy melody almost whispering, flowing from the tip of the wand already in her hand, echoing gracefully and slowly in the lounge, soothing like a long and warm dream.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You'll never know dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away."

The dark green flower branch twirled in Aurora's hand, and the flower stretched out each petal to catch those brisk and lively tones like elves, faithfully recording them.

Just a few simple words, just repeat them twice in tune.

The moment Aurora's singing completely disappeared, applause burst out.

……

She took the rose back to the dormitory and inserted it obliquely in the pen holder, the shadow of the flower was just above the diary.

Salazar recognized the shape of the shadow for a while, then shook his head knowingly, "Girl." Aurora responded with a smile, "Old man."

Salazar's tail wagged dangerously.

Afterwards, as usual, it was remedial time for Potions class, which was held in the library.Aurora doesn't want her roommates to find out she has a moving diary.

It is called tutoring, but in fact it should be called troubleshooting. Aurora only asks Salazar when she seems to have an impression but doesn't know.It's not that I don't trust him, it's just that I think he hasn't said what he wants to help, so I don't dare to be so unscrupulous.Otherwise, if he suddenly turned over old scores in the future, he would not even have a chance to defend himself.

As for not knowing at all at first glance, she just blanked there, waiting for Snape to leave a harsh comment or two on the pale yellow paper the next day, she felt very relieved.

This is a strategic compromise.

Although from the current point of view, Salazar is simply bored and just wants to find someone to talk to.Aurora imagined that if she was locked in the diary for more than 1000 years, and no one could chat with anyone, she would probably be driven crazy.

So, sometimes when she is free, she will copy some interesting things that happened in school recently into her diary.Considering that Salazar should be more interested in the affairs of the Slytherin House, Aurora also vaguely mentioned once that the reputation of the Slytherin House is not very good because of the mysterious person.

But Salazar didn't seem to have any obvious reaction to this matter, and only wrote down a sentence "I guessed it."

Aurora couldn't figure out if he "guessed it" meant he guessed the current situation of Slytherin House, or knew that this house would have such a day since its establishment.But Salazar's somewhat casual attitude struck her as strange.Because generally speaking, this kind of attitude is only her own. Anyway, it doesn't matter if she cares about it.

But she didn't think Salazar would think the same as her, so she was curious.

"Aren't you mad? I mean, most of the malicious rumors about your academy are false."

"You know it's fake, don't you?" Salazar asked back, "I've been dead for more than 1000 years, and I can see a lot of things for myself after a long time. What's more, what can I do if I stay in this state?"

Aurora didn't answer, and he continued, "If no boring fool has changed my motto in over 1000 years, then they should understand that being in Slytherin was never a shortcut to glory and comfort. It is just a mirror for you to see the whole living environment clearly, the survival of the fittest, whatever you want, you have to pay and bear the same.”

So this is the core difference between Slytherin and Hufflepuff, one is disdain to care about it, the other is lazy to care about it.

But to be honest, if everything can be seen so clearly and weighed so precisely, what a tiring life it would be.

Salazar has only one sentence about this-"So I don't choose the kind of people who live in dreams as students. Living itself is tiring. If you are more tired, you can have more vision and achievements than most people, then why not?"

Aurora understood the founder's thoughts, so she stopped talking in this field that she was not good at, and continued to share some gossip around him from time to time.It's a pity that usually speaking, Salazar won't smile cooperatively, instead he will find fault with the person involved.

So, it makes sense that some people don't have much joy in their lives.In Salazar's eyes, Aurora was too lacking in pursuit. Coincidentally, Aurora also felt that the founder was too tired during his lifetime, so it's good to stay so leisurely in the diary now.

"Typical Hufflepuff," Salazar wrote.

"Same as Helga?" It was a great honor.

Strangely, every time Aurora asked this question, Salazar would not continue, and the topic either ended or changed to other directions.Over time, Aurora began to wonder why Salazar was silent when it came to Helga Hufflepuff.

The reason in the middle, no matter how you think about it, is very valuable for research and excavation.

After having this idea, Aurora tried to find the answer in the library several times, but of course there was nothing.Unsurprisingly, there are some regrets.But she wasn't curious enough to ask Salazar directly, she might as well have asked Snape for their final exam.If she wanted to do it all over again someday, she might do it.

The two things, the desire to survive and the desire to know, are clearly prioritized.

On Saturday morning, Aurora went to Vox and Beverly with the magic rose.However, it is said that Vox was dragged by Bill to feel the charm of Quidditch and take flying lessons by the way, so Aurora found Beverly who was studying the mandrake in the greenhouse.

She applied to Mrs. Sprout for the right to research the designated plants in the greenhouse. After getting the other party's permission, she planned to make a high-level potion that could de-petrify as the content of this assignment, which was also among the options given by Snape. the hardest one.Aurora had already chosen a relatively simple choice as the homework content two days ago.

She shook the rose in her hand towards Beverly, smiled and showed her small white teeth, and asked mysteriously, "Guess what this is?"

Beverly looked at her in confusion and surprise: "Fire Dragon's Blood? Where did you come from?" Aurora couldn't help laughing: "I guessed wrong, it's just a magic rose, not Fire Dragon's Blood."

After listening to Beverly, she opened her eyes and looked at the flower carefully, then nodded knowingly: "The branches on the stem of Fire Dragon's Heart are thicker than this one, it's really not." Aurora smiled happily, The rose in it is wobbling in the air, eye-catching and hot and beautiful: "The wisdom of life! It disguises itself as the blood of a fire dragon, and many people will be fooled and dare not provoke it."

"That's right, the sap of Fire Dragon's Blood can cause blisters and ulcers on people's skin." Beverly said while flipping through her Potions notebook, "Did Professor Sprout give it to you?"

"how do you know?"

"She's an expert in herbal medicine. Without her, we can't grow herbs, can we?"

"Of course!" Aurora said with a little admiration and pride, and then gently blew on Rose, "But this is what I want to tell you."

Suddenly, a beautiful and soft singing voice and the sound of the acoustic guitar came from the rose, and spread throughout the greenhouse.Beverly opened her eyes wide, "Your voice?"

"Now it's the voice of roses." Aurora smiled. "This song is very nice." Beverly listened to it for a while, with a faint smile on her lips, "What's its name?"

"It seems to be "You Are My Sunshine", an old song from a long, long time ago." Aurora also heard it occasionally in an old second-hand video store when she was very young.The enthusiastic boss invited her to enjoy the whole record together, and also ate biscuits with blueberry jam.Since then, this song has always been stained with blueberry jam and sunshine in Aurora's memory.

"It sounds so good." Beverly lowered her eyes and said in admiration. "I just like the way you are so supportive." Aurora patted her friend on the shoulder, smiled and blinked, "It's really not easy to get the praise of your proud Slytherin."

Beverly shook her head, and replied calmly: "It's not that we don't like to appreciate others, it's just that we are more objective."

"..." Have you misunderstood the word objective?

"If it's really good, we won't be stingy with our appreciation for each other." Beverly continued.Sensitively aware of something, Aurora quickly said, "I didn't mean to say that Slytherin was bad, don't get me wrong."

"I know." Beverly smiled helplessly and didn't continue, "It's a pity that other people don't think so."

"Why do you care about other people?" Aurora asked strangely, expressing her true thoughts that she hadn't said in front of Salazar before, "You are already good enough, how can other people's opinions affect you? Many people think that Hufflepuffs are idiots, but we are also very happy to get together every day. Life is lived by oneself, so if you know it yourself, why bother about others?"

As she spoke, she put down the rose in her hand, put on earmuffs and started to help Beverly deal with those difficult mandrakes.Her movements are very skilled, and her tone is very brisk, as casual as if discussing today's weather: "I know what you are bothering about. Because of the mysterious person, many places and many people are hostile to Slytherin. But in fact They're just scared."

"Because they are not as good as you." Aurora concluded.

Beverly looked at her for a while, and then said with a smile, "You really don't speak like our peers." "Maybe I'm older inside." Aurora pretended to be emotional, but her eyes were smiling, "You know, optimism and going with the flow are my only strengths."

"I want to work at St. Mungo's in the future, how about you?" Beverly asked.Aurora skillfully sprinkled the soil into the pot, and replied: "It's hard to say, I don't have any specific goals yet. But I think I can do work related to magical animals in the future. It's best to be like New York, a senior in our academy. How about T Scamander, I want to go to more places and see more magical creatures."

"That's great!"

"This is a compromise of my potion science. After all, I once thought about opening a hospital for the treatment of magical creatures. Later, for the sake of their racial reproduction, I still don't want to take action."

At this time, the door of the greenhouse suddenly opened.A young woman with reddish-brown curly hair came in, she looked like she had just sprinted here, and she was still panting: "Uh, I'm an intern student at the school hospital. Excuse me, is the fire dragon's blood planted here? Pangfour Madam Ray needs it as a potion ingredient."

"Over there." Aurora pointed to the piece of fire dragon's blood that was burning and blooming. "Thank you!" She picked up the special scissors and the lead bucket and walked towards the red cloud, carefully avoiding the splash of juice when cutting the roots, and then spread them flat on the table beside, next to the one Aurora had put on it before. magic rose.

After taking care of it thoroughly, she asked again: "By the way, where is the office of our new potions professor? Madam Pomfrey said that only he can make this potion."

"The basement floor." Beverly said, "I'm going there soon, are you in a hurry? You can wait for me for a while."

Reminiscent of the fact that Professor Snape has only taught Potions for more than a year, so it is normal for students who are about to graduate and those who have already graduated to not know about it, Aurora offered to suggest, "Or I can take you there."

"Thank you so much." The other party smiled, and then said as if remembering something, "Amanda Galen, Gryffindor."

"Aurora Field. Hufflepuff."

Amanda wiped off her sweat, and neatly picked up the pile of dried dragon blood into the lead bucket, and followed Aurora to Snape's office.

……

Since Madam Pomfrey said that there is no need to use it urgently, when Snape saw the pile of dragon's blood that was almost on fire, he pointed to the corner of the potion cabinet without hesitation, and motioned for Amanda to put those Put the materials aside first.

Maybe because both of them are Slytherin, it will be easier to get along with each other. After the first year, Madam Pomfrey also wisely did not bother Snape with those basic potions, but some Ask him for help when necessary.

After dinner in the restaurant, Snape went back to the cellar to start making potions out of the blood of the dragon.However, when he approached his office before he had time to open the door, he heard a burst of melodious music, ethereal and beautiful, like a music box playing alone at the bottom of silent water, rippling a series of water-green bubbles.

Snape recognized the sound of an acoustic guitar almost instantly when he heard it. It was clear and smooth, cheerful and crisp, reminiscent of a beautiful scene of a little girl wearing glass dancing slippers tapping and dancing on a crystal stage, dexterous Light as an elf.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

"You make me happy when skies are gray

. "When my sky is gray, you make me happy.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you." My dear, you will never know how much I love you.

"Please don't take my sunshine away." Please don't take my sunshine away.

Gradually, the girl's voice also diffused, tender and sweet, clean and warm.Those simple and pleasant words fell into the gray air, blooming bright colors and interweaving into a picture:

The little blond girl was sitting on the grass, playing an acoustic guitar, her hair winding over her shoulders was brighter than the sun.

The black birch wand slipped silently from the sleeve into Snape's hand, but his thoughts followed the song uncontrollably back to his childhood.He has no concept of childhood, his only impression is the broken wine bottles everywhere, the dusty potion notes, the frightened and thin face of his mother, the never-ending curses and cries, and the smell of earth. The quilt, and the song.

His mother, Irene Prince, would tremble and hum this song every time she hugged him tightly when he was young and trembling, and the hoarse singing accompanied him until he fell asleep.

"The other night dear, when Ilay sleeping. Idreamed Iheld you in my arms." My dear, every night I will dream of you, and hug you tightly in my dreams.

"But when Iawoke, dear, Iwasmistaken. SoIhungmyheadandIcried." But when I woke up, dear, I realized that it was just my ridiculous mistake, so I could only hug my head and cry.

After his thoughts calmed down under the influence of subconscious Occlumency, Snape frowned and pushed open the wooden door of the office, causing a cloud of dust to scatter and the door vibrated unceasingly.His voice was lowered, his tone was almost threatening, and his extremely fast speech was full of sullenness and irritability: "Field, this is not your concert! Give it to me immediately..."

nobody.

In the dark and empty office, which was crowded because of the overlapping shadows, there were only bursts of singing and breeze.The only bright color is the blood of the fire dragon piled up next to the potion cabinet. It is as hot as a red flame, and it is so red that it burns people's eyes.

Snape quickly identified and scanned his office, then walked straight up to the pile of fiery reds, and picked out the strange ones with precision.The delicate and fragrant roses bloomed enthusiastically, and the girl's singing voice and the cheerful tone of the acoustic guitar were pulled in front of him, as if they were humming to him.

"Sorry, professor..." The voice of the singing master came from the door with a slightly embarrassing voice.Snape turned his head gloomyly, and saw the little blond girl wearing a long flaxen dress and a pair of slippers that hadn't been changed in time, holding a fiery red flower very similar to his in her slender hand , that bright color was also slightly stained on Aurora's cheeks after running.

"Well, Amanda accidentally picked up the wrong one this afternoon. But I have re-selected the flower you want from the greenhouse. I just chose it." Aurora said, tentatively handing over the fire dragon's heart in her hand. In the past, "Well, can that flower... let me take it away?"

In the dark basement, two flowers are as red as two beating hearts.

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