[HP] Butterfly Effect

Aurora had just finished eating and returned to the dormitory when she found that the magic rose was gone.Then stared at the empty pen holder for three seconds, opened the schoolbag without hesitation and emptied the contents inside.

The dark green old diary bounced on the desk, and opened with a clatter, the snake-shaped Salazar inside was raising his chin, staring at the little thing that threw himself out with displeasure: "What are you looking for?" ?”

"My flowers are gone." Aurora checked the schoolbag over and over several times, and then turned the desk into a mess, but still didn't see it.She carefully recalled where she had been in the afternoon, and when did she not have that flower in her hand.Immediately, an extremely bad feeling rushed into her heart, and the handwriting was also scribbled a lot: "Oh my god, I seem to have forgotten it in the greenhouse!"

And it's still next to the pile of fire dragon's blood.

"Then look for it and bring it back." Snake Zu looked at those crooked words with disgust, stretched out the tip of his tail, poked them all into pieces and kneaded them into a ball.

Aurora was sure that she had lost the rose in the greenhouse, but it was a pity that she ran to the greenhouse and found that it was not what she wanted, and hurried to the school hospital to find Amanda who was helping Madam Pomfrey to treat the student's injuries.Potions homework was about to be due, and the number of burns in the school hospital suddenly increased. Madam Pomfrey joked every time that she just sat here and didn't have to do anything to figure out the time of Hufflepuff's Potions class every school year. surface.

Amanda was also surprised when she heard Aurora's words, and stammered that she didn't see any different roses at that time, so she took all of them to Professor Snape's office at once.

After hearing this, Aurora felt that she might have to wait until tomorrow morning to go to the garbage collection place in Slytherin to retrieve the flowers that Professor Sprout gave her.

It's a really flavorful idea.Aurora frowned and left the school hospital.

"What to do." She opened Salazar's diary and drew ghostly symbols on it with her magic wand. "I left my flower with a professor."

Salazar narrowed his eyes, the gold in the snake's eyes was almost burning, and after barely making out what the other party wrote, he hissed and replied, "I'm more concerned about who the professor is."

"why?"

"If it's a professor you are familiar with or have a good relationship with, would you come here to let me know?" The snake swam lazily, smoothing out Aurora's handwriting with its body.Aurora sighed, and suddenly asked: "What would you do if you found out that a magic rose was mixed in your potion ingredients?"

They are both the heads of Slytherin. Since they are equally proficient in Potions, it is estimated that the reaction to this matter is not much different?

Salazar sneered: "The centralized garbage disposal point is at the back door of the school, and you can enter with an unlocking spell. Every morning at 04:30, the house elves will dispose of it uniformly, you are welcome."

"..."

Although the worst result I imagined was like this, why was there a heavy desolation when it was said by others.

"But you might as well hurry up," Salazar added.

After reading this sentence, Aurora closed the diary with a snap, and quickly ran back towards the greenhouse. The frivolous and large skirt jumped and bloomed together with the girl's long hair under such rapid rotation.

She rushed into the greenhouse, neatly picked up the rubber gloves and put them on her thin arms, and grabbed the scissors to cut off a gorgeous and dazzling fire dragon's heart from the root.

Before it could drain the juice that would corrode your skin even if it touched a little bit, Aurora took off the glove with one hand, wrapped the streamer hanging casually around her waist, fixed the diary hidden behind her, and used The long hair completely covered it, and then carefully pinched the dark green branches of the flowers, lifted the skirt and rushed towards the basement floor.

The door of Snape's office was open, and the clear singing voice burst out of the room like the white mist in the morning valley.That's a good sign, and means I won't have to wade through all sorts of trash with house-elves at 04:30 tomorrow morning.

The bad thing was that apparently Snape was in his office and the lockpicking function of the tea roll was not working, which was sad.

She pursed her lips, and finally hastened to rush into the Potions Master's office.

The thick ground above blocked all sunlight and heat, and the dark corridors were as cold as the Atlantic Ocean ten thousand feet below.

For a moment, Aurora felt that she was the Titanic 71 years ago, about to crash into an iceberg called Snape without hesitation.

……

In the end, the rose returned to her desk. Tea Roll gently touched the delicate petals of the flower with her slender fingers, and the green leaves above her head shook happily.

Aurora freed the diary from her belt, opened it and wrote good night, then kissed the tea roll and Brett as usual, climbed into bed and opened some idle books borrowed from the library.

Early the next morning, when Aurora and Caroline arrived at the dining table to enjoy the sumptuous breakfast brought by the elves, they felt that something was obviously wrong with the people around them.If only the little badgers gathered together to discuss some cute gossip, it would be perfectly normal, just like Professor Dumbledore would definitely eat egg tarts and honey milk for breakfast.

But if even the Slytherins started talking in twos and threes, and looked over the long Hufflepuff table from time to time, then something was going to happen or had happened.

Because generally speaking, Slytherins are not willing to give their eyes to the other side of the restaurant.

While taking the cornflakes and toast slices in front of her, Aurora scooped out a spoonful of raspberry sauce and spread them on the toast, then added lettuce leaves, tomato slices, onion rings, and some ham slices and beef gravy , plus a glass of pumpkin juice, the perfect breakfast accompaniment.She can eat out of order with the same three meals a year, such as the last school year.

At this time, Cecilia quietly sat beside Aurora with the dinner plate, and her soft brown hair brushed against Aurora's arm.She cautiously glanced at Slytherin who was also leaning against the wall, and whispered, "Aurora, did you go to see Professor Snape yesterday?"

Aurora froze for a moment, then nodded strangely: "What's wrong?"

She followed her roommate's eyes and looked around in puzzlement, and saw a lot of admiration, surprise, and sympathy. Of course, the most obvious ones were the disdain and ridicule from Slytherin.

"Did you really look for him? Merlin, did you really go to give him flowers?" Cecilia stared at him with wide eyes, blue eyes full of disbelief.

"Send flowers?" Aurora weighed the word on the tip of her tongue for a while, rolled it in her mouth like a sugar ball, felt it for a while, and felt that it was really hard to define whether a plant like Fire Dragon's Heart was considered a flower, so she asked, "Who did you hear that from?"

"That's what everyone says." She seemed to take Aurora's avoidance as a default, and her expression became even more horrified.For some reason, Aurora suddenly remembered that when Remus sent her to school and heard that Snape was a professor at Hogwarts, she had almost the same expression, but it was not that exaggerated.

Aurora suddenly had a bad feeling, but her focus was still very clear, so she continued to ask: "Who are you?"

"It's a lot of people. Last night, a few people said they saw you go to Professor Snape with the rose that Professor Sprout gave you." Cecilia quickly explained the whole thing. Shaking out, "Then I saw that you were rejected and came out with roses. Are you okay?"

The sympathy in her eyes was real.

Aurora was stunned for a while, then slowly turned her head to look at Slytherin on the other side of the wall, and suddenly realized that they were all looking at herself.This discovery made the beef and tomato taste like raw bone water mixed in her mouth, and it stuck in her throat no matter what.

So having fewer people is really bad. Hogwarts accepts so few forty or fifty students a year, and the total number of teachers and students in the whole school is not as many as there are fish in the Black Lake. You can follow any wind and grass with a bird with wings. Just like a child, it flew over every corner of the entire castle in an instant.

"I don't understand, how do you believe in such things." Aurora tossed a coin in her heart to mourn the number of Hogwarts people, while sighing helplessly, licking her fingertips that were stained with sauce .Maybe it's because the target of the gossip is Professor Bat, who looks like everyone is afraid of ghosts and crying, so whether it sounds impossible or not, it will cause discussion?After all, it sounds exciting.

Human curiosity.

"Then what did you do yesterday?" Cecilia couldn't help asking as she watched the other party fade away from the initial surprise and didn't respond.

Aurora rolled her eyes, and continued to cut the breakfast on the plate. The mellow and thick gravy and sauces smudged on the white porcelain plate: "The intern at the school hospital took the wrong ingredients for the potion, so I went to put It came back. Those are two completely different plants, they grow a little more festively, and bloom a little anxiously. But you also believe this? Why don’t you ask Amanda at the school hospital, she didn’t just send One, she sent a bunch!"

And there is more than one person who believes.Aurora looked at the fellow student in the opposite school who was staring at her with weird eyes, hesitant to speak, with half a lettuce leaf in his mouth, biting it into his mouth inch by inch like sucking noodles.

"Because no matter how Professor Snape modifies your Potions standard, it will always pass the line. They all said that you worked hard to get Professor Snape's attention." Cecilia's tone sounded a little bit Can't bear it, the entanglement and sympathy in the eyes are like those doctors who face terminally ill patients, so strong that they almost drip out.

The fork in Aurora's hand slipped, and there was a short sharp sound when the hard fork head and the plate were pulled out.She felt that maybe it was time to completely open up Salazar's cheating. At least Cecilia was right to remind that stepping on the line is not a long-term solution.If Salazar was asked to help her with tutoring because of her thirst for knowledge before, it is now because of her desire to survive.

You can't expect a person who even feels disgusted by others to approach him, to have a good reaction to such childish and ridiculous rumors.Of course, according to the "Head of Slytherin is a vampire who can transform in the middle of the night" that has been circulated among the students for a long time, Snape seems to have no reaction, and it seems that there is no need to think too much about this issue.

But the fact is that the premise of being safe and sound is that you don't make any mistakes in front of him.This is really too challenging for me. Although Aurora did not have the great ideal of becoming an Auror, there is no need to become a student on his blacklist who has a deep impression on him, right?

In short, avoiding risks is the best way.

"But he looks too unkind, doesn't he?" Aurora thought so, and simply followed the other party's words, "I admire the kind of refined, wise, gentlemanly and humorous person, you know, personality Charm is far more reliable than looks."

The little girl looked at her roommate with wide eyes, "You mean the Ravenclaw boys?"

Aurora shook her head and answered seriously: "I mean Professor Dumbledore."

Cecilia instantly petrified.

Aurora threw the last piece of mango pudding in front of her into her mouth, her eyes fell on the center of the teacher's table, she looked at the principal who was shining silver from his clothes to his hair and beard, and said with emotion: "It's a pity that Potions is not Deng Xiaoping. Professor Bullido, come on, otherwise you will understand that sometimes stepping on the line and being the first is really a matter of gnashing your teeth."

Trembling, Cecilia returned with her plate.Aurora drank the last sip of pumpkin juice and began to think about potions and other things in the afternoon.

She wasn't too worried about how long this episode would last. You must know that for a group of little wizards locked in a castle with rich imaginations that could hold an entire interstellar space, campus life was the worst. What will be missing is gossip.

They change at an outrageous speed, and the content will never be repeated, and even some wonderful causal connections will be produced after a long time, which makes Sherlock Holmes feel ashamed.So, never underestimate the power of the people.

……

The potions class in the afternoon was as gloomy and boring as ever.Snape unexpectedly gave this class a pop quiz covering all the topics covered since the beginning of the school year.

Aurora huddled in the corner of the stone classroom filled with shadows and the low moans of students, a most inconspicuous place.The expression of the fellow student next to her opened the parchment test paper and quickly glanced at her expression. She was in pain as if she was tearing her skin with punishment, and carved those words with red-hot iron needles until hot blood flowed out.

What an iconic expression, you can tell what class they are teaching just by looking at it.

Aurora flattened the test paper, then picked up the quill to examine the questions, and the other party looked back at her bitterly.

The time is four to 10 minutes. The amount of questions is not large but the quality is better.Time ended when the last grain of pale green sand tumbled down from the top of the hourglass at Snape's podium.Then he put away the test paper and began to announce the answers to the test just now.

It's a stomach-piercing habit of posting the answers as soon as you put them up, and stabbing you cleanly while your memory is still fresh.Aurora guessed, facing the low wailing in the classroom one after another, their potions professor probably enjoyed it?

After all, he is also going to be tortured by those horrible test papers, so it is better to act first.

It was unbelievable that they had to hurt each other with this potions master for seven years.It was only the second year, and Aurora clearly felt that she was going to be overwhelmed.

She raised her head, her brown eyes hurriedly glanced over the answers she was most uncertain about, and then quietly took out Salazar's diary from her school bag, and put it on the table where it was just covered by the raised pillar of the wall ,Write:

"Just had the Potions quiz."

Salazar wiped away those words with his tail, and replied slowly, "Do you want me to recommend the best place to end yourself? I was the one who finalized the design of the castle, and I think I can give you some professional guidance. Do you want to It can be loud or quiet."

Aurora rolled her eyes, knowing that she couldn't hear good things from a standard Slytherin.She wrote again, "I think, I really should find a way to make my schoolwork not so precise stepping on the line."

"It's not easy. Next time you hand in a blank paper, I promise you won't step on the line." Salazar smiled, and the words written in dazzlingly beautiful fonts made people want to vomit blood.

"Yes, sir, because then I will be at the bottom." Aurora forcefully almost punctured the parchment, "Can't your suggestions and opinions be more positive?"

"My opinion is that your innate condition is too poor, and it will be very difficult to make up for it the day after tomorrow. The suggestion is to start over in the next life."

"...Thank you for your willingness to affirm my hard work the day after tomorrow."

"I'm denying your innate brain conditioning."

"..."

The corner of Aurora's mouth twitched, and then quickly and calmly dipped the quill pen back into the ink, and began to write vigorously on the page, "Dear sir, have you ever heard of a game called 'Snake'? "

Salazar raised his head keenly, hissed and spit out the letter, and his golden snake eyes stared at the little girl in front of him vigilantly.

Then Aurora resumed writing, scribbling haphazardly here and there on the page, quickly destroying the blank pages around Salazar.

Snake Ancestor was stunned for a moment, followed by the rising anger caused by the triggering of the obsessive-compulsive disorder.He cleared the pages faster than ever, and his expression was fierce like a perverted murderer who just finished killing someone and was destroying the corpse.

Aurora spilled more ink onto the page without haste, feeling that this was probably the most exciting snake game in the world.

Thinking of this, and seeing Salazar's skillful and sophisticated manner in the diary, Aurora couldn't help laughing.

"Is what I'm talking about so funny? Field." A low voice with a real snake's cold and obvious warning slipped into the girl's ear, and the all-too-familiar gorgeous tone made Aurora's scalp almost tingle.

She closed the diary reflexively, looked up at Snape standing in front of the classroom, and replied as calmly as possible: "No, sir. You spoke perfectly."

"Then what are you laughing at?" Snape raised his eyebrows and lifted his chin slightly out of habit, his cold gaze shrouded oppressively from above, reminiscent of a cobra with its head raised.

Aurora thought about it for a while, and then answered nonsense in a serious manner: "Because of the incomparable joy of acquiring new knowledge?"

A Slytherin in the front row who was drinking water lived up to expectations and sprayed his tablemate with water.After the death-like silence in the classroom, it was the first time that the students of Snake Academy and Badger Academy laughed so tacitly.

Snape's facial muscles twitched, and he gave all the students a sharp look in his eyes, "Quiet!"

Then, he walked quickly and strode down from the podium and stood in front of Aurora, blocking the only light source.Aurora looked up at him, the large gray shadows that fell into her eyes clearly reflected the other person's appearance.The Potions Professor also looked down at her, his dark and dull eyes seemed to have magical power, and no one's shadow could leave traces in them.

Snape reached out, and the slender, dark birch wand stuck behind the pillar, tapped on the top of the diary cover, and dragged it out: "What are you writing?"

"...Write poetry?" Aurora bit her lips subconsciously, her eyes fell on the diary in a panic, and she frantically brushed Salazar's name in her heart.

Doesn't it mean that it can be invisible so that it cannot be seen or touched? !Why are you still here at this time? !

Snape frowned and looked at the diary for a while, he could feel the faint fluctuation of dark magic on it.But he wasn't sure, because that kind of fluctuation was too vague, like an illusion, it disappeared without a trace in just an instant, and it was impossible to grasp it.

Almost subconsciously, he used a spell that tested black magic, but the diary didn't respond, as a normal diary should.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Aurora, and continued to use his magic wand to open the cover of the face-up diary expressionlessly, turning the parchment page by page with the tip of the wand.The clatter of clear pages landed on Aurora's auditory nerves, as sharp as a dagger cutting silk, as if Snape was not flipping through the diary, but prying open her pale bones one by one.

Finally, large blocks of beautiful fonts appeared, bustling like summer flowers in full bloom.Snape raised his gaze gloomyly, staring at the pale little girl, and ordered: "Read!"

Aurora followed Snape's direction at a loss, her gaze spread across the paper.Those words passed through her eyes but were rejected out of her brain. She didn't know what she was reading at all, but just repeated the above words mechanically, her mind full of the shock and fear of discovering Salazar's diary.

How would she explain the origin of this diary?Also, why does Salazar's handwriting seem to have changed again?It became like a woman's handwriting, different from any of his previous styles, too soft and graceful.

Could it be that for more than 1000 years, he has studied how to make his characters look ever-changing and indistinguishable?

"You are the tsunami of clouds, tearing me apart in every direction.

You are the sharp sword that pierces my heart.

I flee and fall, fear and long.

Your simple nod can make me give my life with both hands.

I'm on the verge of death, and you have a big smile.

—Here, SS"

Aurora finished reading like a dream, and then looked up at Snape in a daze. The expression on Snape's face was as cold as a carefully carved mask.Everyone in the classroom stared at her dumbfounded, and Aurora turned her head to meet Cecilia's expression as if struck by lightning, and then her logical nerves finally started to work again trembling.

She lowered her head and glanced at the words again, then stayed for three seconds, suddenly wanting to die with this diary.

"Would you believe me if I said that this SS is actually Salazar Slytherin?" Aurora looked at Snape sincerely.The other party didn't even bother to give out his usual smirk.

I will be on fire.Aurora sure.

I don't know if it's too late to quit school now.

The author has something to say:

So, in the summer of 1983, the Aurora Field capsized and died after colliding with an iceberg named Severus Snape.Afterwards, people in the world searched for the truth, and the cause was that the rudder of the Aurora called Salazar had a problem. When it retreated, it was used to advance, when it turned left, it was used to turn right, and when it was turned off, it was used to accelerate.

This story tells us to cherish life and stay away from blind waves.When you feel that your life is out of control, remember that it may not always be because of the big wind ♂ big waves, it may also be because your rudder betrayed you.

mutual encouragement.