[HP] Butterfly Effect

That disastrous Potions class ended with Aurora being sent to detention for a month without any suspense.This means that in the next month, she will have ample opportunity to be pampered by professors who need temporary assistants in turn.

It's just a nightmare.

Why hasn't the tornado come and blow the school away?

Or the rising water level of Black Lake flooded the school?

Or an earthquake, after all, the power of nature is the greatest magic.

Thinking so, Aurora packed her books and quills and rushed out of the classroom as fast as she could, and ran all the way to the valley suspension bridge where there were the fewest people.She mentally rehearsed in the middle of the night how to chop Salazar's diary into pieces with the same kitchen knives that the house-elves had been using to get them nearby.

She wasn't sure if that "SS" was really a coincidence, after all, who would have thought that the head of Slytherin would have the same initials as the founder of his house in 1000 years?

However, the fact that the diary did not automatically become invisible in an emergency like before was definitely Salazar's intention!This is revenge for playing with him as a snake eater!

Merlin, she actually said those words, in front of all Slytherins and Hufflepuffs.Thinking of this, Aurora suddenly felt that life was gloomy, and maybe it would be more enjoyable to directly stab herself after getting the kitchen knife.

She thought suddenly of Remus Lupine, and the advice he had given her to send her to school.Aurora squatted on the wooden suspension bridge in despair, her back leaning against the railing, and buried her face in the book in her arms, "Remus, I'm all screwed up."

The tea roll quickly crawled out of Aurora's pocket, hung the little girl's sleeves that were a bit too long and came to her arm, and hugged her forehead with her small and thin body. And shrugging downward.

The cool wind slides all the way down the top of the mountain and climbs up the suspension bridge along the radian of the valley. When passing by waterfalls and rivers, it is soaked in full and abundant water vapor. When it blows on people's faces, it feels fresh and moist. The smell of cleanliness hits the face.

In the rainy Britain, even the tail of the wind is light green.That is the color left over after passing through the forest, hazy and clear.

After staying motionless for more than ten minutes, the gradually obvious soreness in the arms and spine began to remind Aurora to change her posture.She got up with trembling hands, and opened her schoolbag neatly, grabbing out the dark green diary lying inside.Seeing the diary, Chajuan seemed to be seeing a natural enemy, and suddenly jumped to the top of Aurora's head, hugging the girl's bun hairstyle with her little paws, trembling.

She slapped the diary heavily on the fence, opened it, picked up a quill pen and enlarged her font as much as possible to express the anger in her heart, and the English letters used for phonetic expressions were almost distorted into pictures for ideographic purposes in her pen, " Dear Mr. Slytherin, you have eleven million choices, but why did you choose such a passage to revenge me?"

Salazar pondered for a while, sucked all the ghost symbols into his mouth, and replied, "At least your professor will be distracted, and he won't pursue you for not being serious in class, right?"

Compared with being caught writing a love letter to a suspected professor by a student, the halo of not being serious in class is indeed negligible.

"Then there's no need to use this method? I'm really sorry, I really can't thank you enough for that!"

"It's fine, I don't mind."

"..."

Aurora finally realized that there was no way for her to fight against this snake ancestor who only had a diary, and when she thought about it, she suddenly had the urge to cry bitterly.She looked at the extremely leisurely snake with complicated emotions, and thought about throwing the diary off the suspension bridge and forget it.

One second before she put her idea into practice, Salazar suddenly began to write slowly on the page again, the full and beautiful letters slowly blooming under the tail of the snake, "And as long as I'm still in your hand, you You should be grateful."

Aurora's facial nerves twitched, and then quickly gathered into a deadpan expression.She decided that if Salazar didn't have a very reasonable reason, she would throw the diary into the valley even if she was reprimanded as a bully.It is best that the waterfalls and rivers below are connected to the Black Lake, so that the founder can be given a valuable experience of "Salazar Crusoe" or "Twenty Thousand Miles Under the Lake".

Isn't Slytherin water anyway?

Not noticing what kind of plans rolled under Aurora's expressionless delicate face, Salazar continued to write in his diary: "Little guy, if I'm not wrong. Do you have a secret that you can't tell anyone , about your identity, or rather, yourself."

Aurora froze for a moment, and subconsciously remembered the secret that she was actually a traveler from another time and space.She read the diary for a while, took a breath and wrote again, this time the handwriting was much more regular: "What do you mean?"

"A 12-year-old kid with no training and mediocre aptitude is actually immune to the magic I left on it. I think you should have seen that even your professor will be tricked by me and have no way to discover my existence ,how did you do it?"

Aurora thought for a long time, but couldn't think of how to refute Salazar's "mediocre qualifications", but she didn't want to be taken by him, so she wrote: "So?"

"If I'm taken away, they will soon find out that you are unusual. How long do you think you can keep your secret?"

"I can refuse to admit it, just say that you controlled me."

"Really? No matter what method you use, do you think it's easier for them to believe my words, or you? It's very simple, they will know if they try it, and they will find that your mental power is out of control."

Aurora stopped talking, waiting for Salazar to continue.

"No matter what the reason, you don't want your secret to be discovered, right? Then you better not let me fall into other people's hands, otherwise it will be difficult for you to explain how you got this diary, I think They're more interested in what's special about you."

Even when she sensed that the snake was spitting out a letter, Aurora still wanted to make a final struggle.Her eyes fell on the valley, the green eyes pierced by the magnificent white waterfall: "I am on the suspension bridge now."

"so?"

"What if I throw you down now?"

Salazar only hesitated for a second, and then continued to maintain that irritating leisurely indifference: "...then you just wait for the potions class to step on the line for the rest of your life, I think your potions professor will still treat you even after a hundred years. Still fresh in my memory."

"..."

Aurora regretted it, she shouldn't have threatened Salazar, she should have jumped off by herself.

"By the way, I don't know if your immune ability is also effective for potions like Veritaserum, but I guess it shouldn't be. After all, your special feature lies in your mental power, and the potion directly affects you The body, the two are completely different... wait, did you just get caught in potions class?"

Not waiting for Salazar to show infinite sympathy, Aurora tremblingly closed the diary and stuffed it into the backpack, and then ran all the way back to Hufflepuff's dormitory.

Merlin Sirius Remus Helga Dumbledore Where are you, the head of Slytherin is terrible!

……

Before reaching the cellar, a paper crane made of parchment slid in through the corridor window, breaking into Snape's sight impartially.He stretched out his hand to let the paper crane rest on his finger, and then walked into the deep staircase in front of him.Shimmer dynamically carved his shadow on the rock-yellow wall.

That was the origami crane passed by Dumbledore. I hope Snape can visit the headmaster's office as soon as possible.

After Snape finished reading, his brows furrowed even deeper. He remembered that people from the Ministry of Magic had only been here a few days ago, and the time interval this time was too short.Perhaps because it is really entering a temporary period of peace, this group of guys began to be bored and look for things to do.

He crumpled the paper crane in his hand and turned to head towards the principal's office.

But unexpectedly, there was only Dumbledore there, standing in front of the golden perch in the circular room, teasing Fawkes cheerfully.Seeing Snape coming, Dumbledore shook his wrist slightly, and the wine-red upholstered chair with golden tassels slid automatically behind Snape: "It's not about the Ministry of Magic, it's about Regulus. "

With that said, he walked to the desk and sat down, "Black tea or milk tea?"

"No need." Snape said dryly, guessing the other party's intentions in his mind - it wouldn't be an easy matter anyway.

"The child has lost his memory, and he doesn't remember everything." Dumbledore reached out and opened the small white porcelain pot in the corner of the desk, and scooped it up with a silver spoon. In Snape's opinion, he wanted to commit suicide. Stir the right amount of sugar into the milk tea in front of him, and let out a burst of overly sweet warm milk and tea flavor, "And his health is very bad, the whole day when he is asleep is almost the same as when he is awake."

Snape put on a sympathetic expression in a timely and reserved manner, but unfortunately his facial muscles are too unfamiliar to this expression, so the effect is not good in practice, but it makes him seem to have a vicious feeling of gloating: "It sounds like It's so sad."

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at the young man in front of him impeccably behind the reflective crystal glasses, and he took a sip from his teacup.A thin layer of heat clung to his glasses, he thought, this kid really doesn't look very nice.

"Yeah, it's sad. I still remember that when he first entered school, he was so polite, gentle and kind, which made people's eyes shine." Dumbledore continued, adding another spoonful of sugar.Snape frowned again, deciding not to watch the Headmaster's hand movements, which would make his stomach churn.

Then he heard the other person's words clearly, and hooked the corner of his mouth mockingly.Against the backdrop of a large group of Death Eaters who were fighting each other secretly and his arrogant and stupid brother?He did possess these fine and noble qualities.

Dumbledore saw his expression, and sincerely felt that this type of expression was more suitable for him.

"You don't just want to find someone to reminisce about the past with you, do you?" Snape obviously didn't believe it, and he knew very well that even if Dumbledore was getting old and wanted someone to chat with, he would not choose himself.Being a chat partner has always been Hufflepuff's specialty. There is not only one, but a group of them.

Thinking of this, Snape suddenly remembered something from the Potions class just now.The diary that seemed to have fluctuations in black magic, and the little blond girl who looked up, her clear eyes were full of her own reflection.

She was flustered from the moment his wand touched the diary, afraid to look at herself, until the end of the... poem obediently.She looked like a rabbit who had only encountered a snake, wary and terrified, running for her life as she ran out of the classroom.

Snape wasn't sure if there was anything wrong with that diary. Although judging from the results of the silent spell test, the diary was very ordinary, but at the same time he didn't think his first instinct was wrong.He knew all too well about black magic.

As for that poem...

Dumbledore interrupted Snape's recollection, and said, "Ah, it's easy to digress when you're older. I came here to ask you to help see if there is any way to make Regulus better. You should really go and see him, he's so unbearable."

Snape pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth hung down. He couldn't remember what he had done in front of this kind and sensitive headmaster, which made him feel so overflowing with sympathy: "Why don't you send him to Saint Mungo?"

If Dumbledore could drag himself out of the embrace of the group of dementors in Azkaban, it would be impossible to send Regulus to a magic hospital with a convincing identity and reason.Besides, as he said, Regulus' situation was really bad enough to arouse anyone's sympathy.

"It's too risky. His identity will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble." Dumbledore shook his head. He actually thought about doing this, but it was not an easy task.With Snape and another Regulus, the Ministry of Magic estimated that the next day they would use a search warrant to seal the gate of Hogwarts to see if it was a school or a "former Death Eater concentration camp".

If he was alone, Dumbledore would be fine, and would be more than happy to send Regulus to the hospital immediately.But when his first identity was the headmaster of Hogwarts, many things could not be so clean and tidy.

He looked at Snape, and added, "I can't risk the school again."

Snape's face darkened a bit. Was he reminding himself that he had risked the life and honor of the whole school by bailing him out of the Ministry of Magic?

The Potions Professor was silent for a while, then nodded: "I will visit him soon." Dumbledore smiled kindly: "Then I will inform you at a convenient time and accompany you go."

Snape sneered in his heart, was he afraid that when he went alone, he would swallow Regulus alive who was "poor enough to arouse anyone's sympathy" or something?

However, he also had selfish intentions in agreeing to this matter, because he wanted to see how down-trodden Blake, who had only been acquainted with each other in the same courtyard in the past ten years, really didn't remember anything or was pretending too cleverly .

If it was the latter, then Snape admired him so much.

……

At dinner, Aurora did not go to the restaurant to eat as usual, but chose to start her detention career early in the library.Compared with Mrs. Pince's critical and fierce eyes, and her almost morbid love for those ancient books, a table full of students, especially Hufflepuff and Slytherin students, is simply hell.

She didn't even need to imitate, and within half a meal, word of her feat in potions class in the afternoon spread throughout the audience.By the time the meal is over, you'll hear no less than five or six versions circulating among the students.

In comparison, the librarian lady who is grumpy and thin is as kind and lovely as the angel described by Raphael.

The "angel" raised his chin and looked at the little girl in front of him with disgust, his dark brown eyes were sunken in horribly, and his thin and elongated arms stretched out, pointing to a bookcase that was obviously darker in color than they were standing now. The bookshelf in the area is much deeper, and a shrill voice squeezed out of her shriveled mouth: "That area is the xx area, if you don't want to prolong your working time, you'd better not go there. Your task is here."

Her arm turned in one direction, and her body movements without softness reminded Aurora of the scarecrow swaying in the wind outside Hagrid's hut: "Put all the books that were misplaced by the students according to the call numbers and alphabetical order on them." go back."

Aurora looked in the direction of her arm, and saw a pile of books, which filled several long desks, crowded in front of the stained glass window, covering more than half of the faces of the characters above.If it weren't for knowing that this was a library, Aurora might have thought it was a failed pyramid model, or a realistic reconstruction of a house inhabited by humans in the age of Homo sapiens.

In short, combined with the fact that I can't use magic because I was punished, and the bookcase here is almost close to the painted curved dome above my head, this is not a good sign.

"What are you waiting for?" Mrs. Pince waved her hand, walked a few steps, then turned her head to stare at Aurora with her cloudy eyes sunken deep into her eye sockets, "Don't break any of the books here, or you You'll regret it, I promise."

"Yes." Aurora nodded, and then asked, "Where is the ladder?"

Mrs. Pince raised her chin towards the corner of the wall, looked at her from the corner of her eyes, revealing large whites mixed with bloodshot eyes: "I wish you good luck, you can go back when you finish."

To be honest, looking at the workload, this blessing is so fragile that it is not as good as air.

Sighing, she began to walk over to the pile of papers and begin sorting them by call number initial.After bowing her head for a long time, the bones of her cervical spine gradually became sore. Aurora turned her head and turned her neck, and saw the complete human figure displayed on the stained glass window.

The strong warm yellow light takes the dark night outside as the background color, peeling off the vivid and weird characters.The corners of his mouth were drawn downward by invisible emotions, even the corners of his eyes and brows were full of sadness, and the colored eyes rolled upwards, as if unwilling to be reconciled to some unfair treatment.

Aurora touched her face, she felt that she would be like this in a short time.

She wandered around in the huge and empty library, and found that every window here was so sad, with a ghostly look of lovelessness, and her eyes rolled up.

I don't understand what the people who designed here think, weird gothic aesthetics?In such an environment of bitterness and deep hatred, it is strange to read books.

"Aurora?" Vox's voice came from the door.The girl turned her head and saw her friend with golden brown eyes, his red-haired roommate Bill, and the always taciturn Beverly standing at the door.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

Vaux replied: "I'm here to bring you food, have you not eaten yet?" He looked around cautiously and lowered his voice, "Is Mrs. Pince not here?"

"If she was really here, you would have been kicked out when you said the last sentence." Beverly reminded lightly.Then she opened the silver-green scarf in her hand, revealing the baked cheese bread and some jam biscuits and pudding inside.

Vox touched the tip of his nose. The memory of being yelled at and scolded by Mrs. Pince last time because he was reading and eating here was still vivid. Bill later told him that he was wanted by Mrs. Pince.

Then, several children squatted on the stairs next to the library gate and huddled together.

"I heard that you did a terrible thing this afternoon." Bill smiled brightly, with some teasing and rascal, his blue eyes shining brightly, "You are right that you didn't go to dinner, everyone is spreading the word." , he deliberately raised his voice, and squeezed the original refreshing and melodious voice into a weird tone, "Hufflepuff's second-year student, Aurora Field, was caught writing a love letter to the Bat King in class. Read it to the whole class."

Vaux and Beverly cast a scrutinizing death gaze at the same time.

Aurora just took a bite of what was in her hand, and suddenly felt that the pudding was poisonous.

"What's going on? That SS... really?" Beverly sounded quite uncertain, but she couldn't think of any other explanation.

"Why do you think it's Professor Snape?" Aurora said, "Haven't you thought about Salazar Slytherin?" Anyway, it sounds unreliable, but you can think about it anyway?

The three children were silent for a while, then shook their heads at the same time.

Vaux: "...I don't think my imagination has broken free from a human level."

Bill: "...how did you start daydreaming before dawn?"

Beverly: "...Be objective. From the perspective of difficulty and technical level, the two people are similar, and there is no diminishing relationship."

"..."

The author has something to say:

This story tells us-

Your snake ancestor will always be your snake ancestor

Even if he only has one diary left, he is still your snake ancestor

Don't provoke the old monster.

mutual encouragement.