[HP] Butterfly Effect

On that afternoon, three days before Christmas, the sky was sporadically snowing, and it was also the happiest weekend for the children.Bill Weasley made it a point to find Aurora in the Hufflepuff common room and invite her and Vox to his house for Christmas.

He had already written to his parents two days ago to tell his parents that he would bring two friends back, and he had obtained their consent, while Mr. Weasley was very interested in the mechanical gadgets made by Vaux.

Originally, Bill also invited Beverly, but unfortunately she had to go back because of some family matters—Aurora guessed it was Regulus's reason—so she had to decline Bill's invitation.

The day of departure was two days before Christmas. After the last herbal medicine exam in the afternoon, Aurora went back to the dormitory and packed her simple luggage—a woolen cloak uniformly issued by the college, a yellow and black scarf, and Sarah Cha's diary, black cat Brett, and tea rolls disguised as hair ropes.

Brett maintained a dignified, elegant and cautious posture all the way, resolutely refusing to get any closer to Aurora's handmade cloth bag.Even on the way, when Aurora's cloth bag fell from the hook on the wall of the car due to the violent shaking of the train, and a corner of the diary was exposed with a silver metal inlay, Brett screamed without thinking, and his whole body The fried hair jumped into Vox's arms, and knocked over a box of Bibi's more flavored beans in Vox's hand by the way.

Bill stretched out his hand and scratched the dull-eyed black cat curled up in Vaux's arms, looked at Aurora and said jokingly, "What's in you that can scare Brett like this?"

While slowly peeling the shell of the licorice magic wand, Aurora stuffed Salazar's diary back into the scarf without changing her expression, and replied: "Maybe it was the last time I put it in this bag and hung it next to the bedside." At night, so it has a bit of a psychological shadow."

Life always needs a little white lie as a palliative, otherwise Aurora can fully imagine that if she tells the truth, it is not just Brett who has fried hair and a dull face.

The train rumbled through the overlapping temperate forests, and large swathes of wet, cold gray-blue spread from the outline of the mountains in the distance, melted into the mist and floated everywhere.After staying in such an environment for a long time, there is a feeling of being soaked in a gentle and long dream.The red color of the train body becomes like a fragile and bright ghost in such a depressing and substantive cool tone, breaking through those overly gloomy and cold colors and rushing forward.

It was already evening when we arrived at Weasley's house, and the sky was so dark and obscure that it was about to collapse.

Mr. Weasley was not in time to meet them at the station because he was temporarily called by the Ministry of Magic to deal with some matters.And Mrs. Molly Weasley was tired of dealing with the young but energetic twins and other children, so Bill, the eldest child of the Weasley family, took the initiative to be the tour guide.

In the wizarding world, you may easily find wizarding families who believe in pure blood or are pure blood themselves.But the Weasleys are definitely the only family that can be so friendly to Muggles when they are pure blood themselves.

As well as their notion of being so out of place compared to other pureblood wizards, where they lived seemed odd.Aurora felt that the existence of this building was a great testimony to the magic of magic. If not, this house, which seems to have completely violated the common sense of architecture, would not exist here in such a precarious and extremely stable manner.

After entering the Weasley's house, although the first person to reply to Bill was Mrs. Weasley, but the first to rush out was Bill's younger brother, Charlie Weasley.He has the iconic red fluffy hair of the Weasley family, wearing a dragon pajamas made by Molly for him, shaking the big tail behind the clothes to imitate the climbing movements of the dragon, exaggerating his bionic behavior Art.

Bill,...

"Bill, welcome home." Charlie didn't notice the existence of outsiders at all, and continued to indulge in his world of fire dragons, his big tail wagging more joyfully, and all the building block toys and photos on the low table were wobbled , "I will be able to go to Hogwarts to study in half a year, and then I will be able to move one step closer to my dream!"

"One day I will have a dragon!" The little boy jumped onto the wicker chair, imitating the way a fire dragon breathes fire, and howled loudly.Percy, who was lying on the railing upstairs, threw a pillow back at him quite rudely, hitting the heart.

"We've got guests," Percy reminded Charlie before he blew his hair.

Charlie turned his head and saw his elder brother with a helpless face, a strange boy with golden brown eyes trying to hold back his smile, and a girl with clear hair as beautiful as the morning sun.

Most of her small face was covered by a yellow and black scarf, and her warm brown eyes were curved into lovely crescents, which seemed to be smiling silently.A magical creature with a strange appearance came out from nowhere and sat on the girl's shoulder. Her long pale golden hair spread out and hung down in a mess. The black cat in her arms stretched out its pink hair curiously. Tongue to lick those hair ends.

Sensing the other party's scrutiny, Aurora pulled down the scarf covering her face, hugged Brett and greeted him: "Hello, Mr. Weasley the Dragon, Merry Christmas."

Charlie stared at her with wide eyes, then slowly took a few steps back, and then ran up to the second floor as if fleeing for his life. When he turned the corner, he tripped over the big tail behind him and almost fell.After he stabilized his body in a hurry, he continued to run upwards, and soon heard a loud closing sound of the door.

Aurora hugged Brett, looked at Charlie's running back, and was a little dazed: "Did I do something?"

"It's okay." Bill blinked slyly, walked to the table, took a green date and threw it to Vocks, and handed a bowl of fresh cherries still stained with water to Aurora, "He just forgot what happened at home today. There will be guests."

"Bill, honey." Molly finally got out of Ginny who was crying and Ron who was clumsy and didn't know how to comfort her little sister, hugged her child, and kissed his forehead, "At school How's life? Oh, are they your friends?"

"Mrs. Weasley, hello."

"Two cuties! What are you waiting for, put your things down quickly. Bill, you take them to the room, and dinner will be ready soon."

Aurora's room is on the third floor, next to Vaux's room, and the balcony is also connected together, with a good view.When standing on the balcony, you can see the wilderness covered with heavy snow, the sparse houses, and the forest that has been integrated into the night.

The dinner was prepared by Molly herself. It was very rich, not as delicate as the house-elf's cooking, but it had an extra warm taste that made people more appetizing.

At the dinner table, Arthur and Vaux, who joined later, discussed the Muggle world and mechanical facilities without stopping.Although the age of the two people seems to be completely father and son, but the conversation is more casual and carefree like friends.

The mechanical talent of the Chevalier family made Vaux very proficient in many things that Arthur didn't understand, but was very interested in.Bill took out all the things that Vox had given him at the beginning of the term, and Arthur happily invited Vox to show them all.

This wasn't Hogwarts, where the life force, created by Muggle ingenuity and ingenuity, had lost the influence of the school's magic and filled every electronic device again.

George and Fred were very interested in the mechanical dog that could be controlled by remote control. The two children chased after the puppy, and then they had a dispute over the order of the right to play next time, and they both fell on the thick in the snow.

"Oh, my God! You two, get up!" Molly hugged Ginny with one hand and the younger Ron with the other, shouting to the two children rolling in the snow , His eyebrows were almost raised in anger.

The two children got up neatly, patted each other's snow, made faces at their mother, and continued to chase the moving and barking puppy.

Compared with others, Charlie's interest is obviously in the tea roll.

"I've only seen it in books." Charlie carefully looked at the little thing sitting on the little girl's shoulders, wrapping those pale golden hairs like a quilt, "Did you raise it from a young age? "

"No." Aurora stretched out her hand, and the tea roll jumped onto her palm, and the two leaves on top of her head shook happily, "I met it in the forbidden forest at school, and it has been following me since then."

"Didn't it bite you?"

"Oh, no. I guess it's because I've got a knack for dealing with Fantastic Beasts."

"You read a lot? I mean, like Newt's."

"To be honest, there really aren't, at least not as much as you think." Aurora shook her head, then gently shook the long and thin fingers holding the tea roll, "I think I'm lucky."

"It's not just luck." Bill turned his head, looked at Aurora with a smile and said, "You have the same talent as Newt, isn't that cool? I heard that as long as you go to the Forbidden Forest with Professor Snape, He saves two-thirds of the time."

"Thank you for helping me find out a reason why I am always in confinement." Aurora smiled back.

Charlie looked stunned, and soon, the expression on his face turned into a look of admiration and anticipation, his bright blue eyes sparkled like fireflies flickering in his eyes, "Then can you deal with goblins? I am They're not vicious, they're even a little silly, but they're really not welcome. There's just too many of them in the garden."

Aurora scratched her head and asked honestly, "What is a goblin?"

"..." The other party was silent for a moment, then reached out and pulled La Aurora's sleeve, "Come with me, I'll take you to have a look."

While Arthur was still discussing with Vaux about how Muggles use electricity and computers to achieve fully automatic machinery, Molly hugged Ginny and went all the way to chase George and Fred, Bill and Perry who were running farther and farther away. While West was watching over Ron, Charlie and Aurora slipped quickly into the Weasleys' garden.

Then, Aurora meets the goblin for the first time.

And like Charlie said, they're small and very silly.Chajuan was very interested in this group of little creatures. Not long after jumping into the grass, the goblins were made to run out screaming and fleeing in all directions by this energetic Bowtruckle.Aurora grabbed it with his hand and held three or four goblins in his hands, observing them curiously.

In the end, she concluded: "They're cute." It would be even cuter if they could be pinched a little more voluptuously.

Charlie glanced at her in surprise, apparently having the opposite opinion, "They can bite." However, he soon discovered that the goblins were just struggling and screaming in Aurora's hands, and had no intention of biting her. mean.

"It's amazing." He leaned closer to those little things, and then looked at Aurora in amazement, "They usually bite at this time, although it doesn't hurt much. It seems that Bill is right, you have the same talent as Newt "Then, the little boy became excited again, "Have you ever seen a dragon?! That is the most wonderful creature in the world! It's just that they are not easy to tame, maybe you can do it."

Aurora shrugged and smiled helplessly, "I haven't seen it. In fact, I haven't seen many magical creatures. I grew up in the Muggle world. But let me tell you, don't expect too much from me. , I can't reach Newt's level. If there is a dragon chasing us, I will run faster than anyone else."

"You must meet the dragons once! You will be fascinated by them, they are so beautiful!" Charlie said, jumping up to pat the broken snow on the cotton coat, and stretching out his hand happily to Aurora, "Don't you want to imagine Did Newt go all over the world to see all the magical creatures? What a life he lived! Since you're so like him, it shouldn't be too difficult for you."

"Why do you like dragons so much?" Infected by the other party's bright enthusiasm, Aurora stretched out her hand to let the tea roll climb up her arm all the way to her shoulder, huddled in the gap of the scarf, and looked at the dancing little boy a little bit asked curiously.

Charlie scratched his red hair, as if he was a little distressed about what to say, and explained clumsily: "I can't really say, but I think I like the feeling of freedom in them. You know, they are not easy. Beloved and tamed, each breed has its own unique personality and can fly great distances on its own. Just watching them fly gives you a sense of hope."

Aurora looked at him seriously for a while, then pulled back a gentle smile, "You will definitely fulfill your wish."

Scattered snowflakes began to fall gently, blooming one by one on the shoulders and hair tips.Temperatures drop even lower in winter nights.

"Christmas is just one day away. Mom and Bill are going to Diagon Alley to buy presents tomorrow. Are you and Vox going?"

gift.

Aurora suddenly remembered the two-word letter she received last Christmas, and Snape's appearance appeared in her mind for no reason.

He only wears black all year round, his face is always sickly pale, and he always has a slightly bitter potion smell on his body, like some refreshing medicine.Aurora had been to Snape's office many times, and there was always a cup of tea in his hand and a potion with a strange color in the cup.

But the potion can only eliminate the fatigue in the body, it can't make the fatigue disappear, it's just a cover-up.

The man's habits were an absolute mess.

"Well, let's go. I'm also going to visit and buy some gifts." She replied.

I gave gifts in the first year, but it would be a bad idea not to give them in the second year, right?

Aurora thought so, and found a very official reason for her behavior.

Back in the room, she rescued Salazar's diary from her pile of laundry and opened it.

After seeing the snake swimming gracefully across the page as usual, Aurora wrote: "It's almost Christmas, Mr. Slytherin. I want to ask you a question."

"I don't tell the story of Santa Claus, feel free to do anything else." Salazar replied lazily.

"I want to ask, is there any way to soothe the nerves that is particularly effective."

Salazar raised his head and looked at her inexplicably. The tip of his slender tail flicked, and a large number of characters burst out, "Considering your potion talent, more than half of the methods have been executed. You can go to the magic herb shop to see Well, if you say chamomile, the other party will know how to prepare it for you. It can be in the form of soaking water or potion. But these are only used to alleviate it. Children don’t think about it all day long, it’s easy to age prematurely of."

"Thank you for your concern, but is there something that can be used directly on the table?"

Salazar's tail paused, and then he looked at Aurora for a while with half-closed snake eyes, and spat out a message: "It seems that I made a mistake, you gave it to someone?"

"...I just think it's more convenient." Isn't he a snake? !When did it become a roundworm? !

"It's fine if you don't talk about it." Salazar had a "friendly" expression on his face, "There is also the method you mentioned, but it is a bit troublesome. You have to bring back the ingredients yourself, and then use their medicinal properties Purify it with magic and store it in one thing."

"Is everything okay?"

"You can send flowers if you want, it's just a question of a fresh-keeping spell."

"...Forget it." Since the first half of the semester, she has been afraid of sending flowers.What's more, it's really inappropriate to spend such a thing as a courtesy Christmas gift.Anyway, I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, so let's see it then.

Thinking of this, she chatted with Salazar for a few more words, said goodnight to each other as usual, and kissed the tea roll and Brett.The little ones climbed into bed together and huddled together for warmth.

The snow is still sprinkled on the ground, white and long like a flawless dream.

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