[HP] Butterfly Effect

After writing the lesson plan, it was already 45:[-] in the middle of the night, and the snow outside was still drifting feebly.Snape put down the quill in his hand, and habitually reached for the teacup at hand, only to find that the potion inside was empty.

He put down the glass and opened the rightmost drawer on the third floor of the cabinet with his magic wand. There was nothing in it.

Snape clicked his tongue, very annoyed, and at the same time felt the faint signs of the headache brought on by the fatigue of familiarity.

He got up to find out if there was any medicine that could temporarily replace the tranquilizer, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the letter with the seal of the Ministry of Magic lying in the corner of the desk, reached out and threw it into the trash can.

The letter had been delivered early this morning, and it contained an accusation against Snape that the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic had captured an absconding Death Eater.In order to obtain a reduced sentence, the other party confessed the names of many Death Eaters he knew.

Among them was Severus Snape, and Lucius Malfoy.

The two had a quick meeting before the court session. At that time, Lucius was discussing something with the judge, so they didn't greet each other directly after seeing each other, but only used a brief glance to express it.

After the hearing, the court heard the allegations about Lucius first.The person locked in the central cage was unkempt, his voice was hoarse as if he had just swallowed a piece of red-hot coals, and there was nothing decent about his body.

Lucius was just the opposite. He was so calm, arrogant and indifferent from the moment he entered the arena until he sat on the chair not far from the judge.He was wearing a very formal black suit with a retro design, a white stand-up collar shirt, with golden buttons all the way to his throat, and dark gray dragon leather gloves on his hands, which were as smooth as his neat light golden hair, without a single wrinkle , and a man's cane with a metal snake head is placed across his waist.

Lucius' explanation for this accusation was exactly the same as every previous one.He doesn't look like he's here for a trial, but rather as if he's been invited to a party.No matter what kind of questions the court asked, he would answer them one by one, maintaining a restrained politeness between his words, but his chin was habitually raised slightly.

On the pale face, the pair of cold gray-blue eyes were as sharp and shrewd as a snake.The light fell on Lucius' body, and there was no soft line in his whole body. He looked so arrogant and inhuman, showing his sharpness.

The judge's trial ended quickly.Snape speculated that in addition to the "friendly meeting" between the two just met outside the court, another reason was that the charges were too general and there was no clear charge.

Immediately afterwards, the person sitting in that chair became Snape.When the two passed by, their eyes didn't meet at all, as if they were strangers.

As soon as he sat up, he saw the judge turn over the white paper in front of him, and then squeezed his lower lip hard, with the corners of his mouth hanging downward.

Snape waited for the other to look up, and then, looking at him, the judge asked, "Do you know Edmund Field?"

"Several times." Snape replied unemotionally.

"He allowed Edmund Field's death." The man in the cage raised his head, messy and greasy golden-brown hair spread across his face, grinning and showing his teeth, "He was an accomplice. He was right there at the time!"

Snape turned his head to look at each other, his brows furrowed slightly.The other party's voice was damaged beyond recognition, and the whole face could not be seen from its original appearance. It was really difficult to remember his name for a while.

But he was sure that he had seen this person.

"Maybe Severus was indeed there at the time." The door opened, and Dumbledore, who was wearing a silver wizard suit, walked in unhurriedly from outside, with a calm and dignified tone, "But that doesn't mean he has the desire Willingness to kill Emond. In fact, it is more likely that he was not around at all, because so far, there is no clear and direct evidence to prove the veracity of this allegation."

"Principal Dumbledore." The judge's expression was even worse.

"Severus Snape's defender," Dumbledore corrected.

"Are you alone?" someone in the jury asked. "We remember that Edmond Field has a daughter who is studying at Hogwarts. She has the right to come here to know the truth."

"However, the truth is that the court now has no evidence to prove what is the truth." Dumbledore took the other party's words and continued, "Only based on a prisoner's groundless accusation? Sorry, I don't think it is necessary. Opening up her old scars without knowing it will add to her confusion and sadness. Besides, the person being vilified is her professor. She is only 12 years old this year, oh, and she will turn 13 in two months."

"He was by the side at the time! He watched Field die, and he was the one who said that Field was worthless after reading Field's memory!" The man in the prison slammed onto the iron railing, and the shackles of his hands hit the cage , piercingly loud.

"Then give the evidence!" Dumbledore said loudly, his sea-blue eyes as bright as flames flickering, "Severus has my guarantee, the trust of other professors in the school, and the time of the Minister of Magic." Check it out. This is the truth, the truth from the evidence and from the Ministry's own investigation."

Snape didn't move, he saw that the judge's face was almost blue.

Debates and interrogations continued, ending with Dumbledore gaining the upper hand.He has always been very good at handling things. When the Ministry of Magic's attitude is tough, he is equally unyielding, but when the Ministry of Magic starts to relax, Dumbledore is more than happy to pave the way for them.

"Then, Severus Snape, did you instruct and cause Edmond Field's death?" The judge's face showed a forbearing twist, and his tone was so suppressed that he wanted to bite these words into pieces, and then spoke with He spit out blood and held it in front of Snape.

"No, Mr. Judge."

Snape replied calmly, with no expression on his face, no gleam of light in his pitch-black eyes, frozen and hard as a stone under the long river of winter, as determined and powerful as it could crush the bones of the opponent's whole body.

Time slipped past one o'clock in the morning, and Snape stopped thinking about his day at the Ministry of Magic.He still couldn't find a potion that could be temporarily replaced, but he saw the tea bag that was picked up by the owl with the freesia last time.

Snape looked at the box of tea bags that were obviously handmade for a while, picked out a bag, and filled his hands with the light and calming tea fragrance.

……

Today is Saturday, the sun is shining brightly after the snow.

When Aurora came back from the restaurant, she saw the little badgers huddled in the lounge chatting and discussing something, and many copies of the Daily Prophet were passed around in their hands.

A mixture of cold wind, frost and snow flew in, brushed against the magic rose balls on the windows, and the Hufflepuff common room was filled with gentle singing.

"Good morning." Aurora greeted them as usual and prepared to go back to the dormitory.

Surprisingly, she didn't get a response this time because everyone was looking at her.

"What's wrong?" Aurora asked strangely and alertly.

Cecilia looked at her hesitantly, her tone was very uncertain, her blue eyes were full of concern: "Are you okay?"

She blinked, "Is there something wrong with me?"

Caroline and Cecilia looked at each other without speaking.

"What happened?" Aurora realized something and asked immediately.

"Look." Caroline finally handed out the Daily Prophet in her hand.

Aurora took it over and opened it, and she was stunned by the bold black title that looked up—"There is something else hidden about the death of former Ministry of Magic freelance consultant Edmund Field?" "

Subtitle - Accusations of the Captured Death Eaters, the Instigation of the New Head of Slytherin?

The newspaper put a photo of Emond still in Ravenclaw uniform with a photo of Dumbledore and Snape snapped outside the courthouse.

"Oh, this... this..." Aurora glanced hastily, and paused for a long time without being able to say the next word. The sharp black words in her eyes were so dense that they were arrogant and mean.Cecilia gently clasped her wrist, "Aurora?"

After a while, Aurora raised her head and shook the Daily Prophet in her hand: "Can I borrow it for a while?"

Another Hufflepuff said quickly, "Of course, it's yours."

"Thank you."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the Hufflepuff lounge.She walked very fast, as thin and erratic as a ghost as she walked through the underground corridors, and accidentally bumped into a Slytherin when she passed the corner, causing the other party to grunt and curse.

"Hey! Don't you have eyes?" The other party grabbed her scarf with his backhand and pulled it violently, almost choking Aurora, "You hit someone and leave?!"

Aurora simply untied the scarf and grabbed it in her hand, and was in a stalemate with the Slytherin student in front of her. The flexible yellow-black scarf was stretched into a slender net by two forces: "Sorry, I walked too fast just now, I didn't I'm really sorry to see you."

At this time, the man's companion snorted contemptuously, patted the girl on the shoulder, and said mockingly: "Why bother with someone from the idiot academy, we are still very busy."

"It's true, you can't communicate at different levels." After finishing speaking, she threw the scarf in her hand towards Aurora's face, turned around and started walking towards the other end of the corridor with her companion beside her.

Aurora stood where she was, slowly rewrapped the scarf, staring at the two girls who looked back at her in disgust from time to time, holding the light yellow cypress wand in her hand.

Don't turn your back on a Slytherin immediately after annoying her, this is the unspoken practice of the Hufflepuffs who also live in the basement.

It wasn't until the two girls could no longer be seen that Aurora backed up to the stairs and quickly ran up to the first floor of the castle, which was covered with white snow.The fresh and cold wind blew across the head and covered the face, piercing through the thick clothing and piercing the bones.

She came to a deserted corridor, squatted on a stone bench between the pillars, took out the Daily Prophet that was almost wrinkled by herself, and took a breath of cold air to look at it carefully.

The report wrote about the accusations made against Snape by the captured Death Eaters, as well as Dumbledore's defense against Snape. word.

Aurora was a little confused and surprised when she saw this, not only Snape's identity, but also Dumbledore's extraordinary protection.It's not that she doesn't know who Snape used to be. After all, as long as she is in the wizarding world now, it is impossible not to have heard the name of the mysterious person, let alone heard the rumors about Slytherin.

It's just that she never thought that even in the Death Eaters camp, Snape was such a figure of considerable status, and now that he has successfully become the Slytherin head appointed by Dumbledore himself, how could he still be in this situation? Get his full defense.

This man is really...

Aurora couldn't help thinking of what Remus said, telling her not to provoke Snape.

Obviously Remus was right.

Some fine snowflakes rolled up by the winter wind fell on the newspaper, and Aurora wiped it away with his hand, and the transparent crystals shattered on the paper.In the photo, Edmund was smiling and waving at Aurora silently, with delicate and soft eyebrows.

"Dad?" She called softly, and then felt very awkward, this kind of vocabulary was too unfamiliar to her.She is not the real Aurora Field, she is just a lost person who came to this world inexplicably. She has no past, no memory, let alone... strong emotions for Mr. Field who was forced to stay away from his wife and children because of his mission.

But she still felt sad, something wavy was accumulating in her vision, blurring every word in the newspaper, twisting them into a messy ball of yarn.

Part of this emotion is more like coming from the residual consciousness of this body, which is not under Aurora's own control.She thought more of Marianne, the poor woman who by the end was so sick that she could only call Edmond and Aurora.There are also those bloody and tearful letters left by Edmund.

They are very much in love.

Aurora was sure of that.

The tea roll got out of the cotton cap and sat on the little girl's shoulders, tilting her body and rubbing the teardrops on Aurora's cheeks with the small leaves on top of her head.After squatting in the same position for an unknown amount of time, Aurora gradually felt numbness and numbness eroding her legs, and sharp and heavy pain climbed up her nerves one after another, long and clear.

Dumbledore's voice sounded abruptly, as gentle as ever: "Are you blowing cold wind here alone? I just saw your friends looking for you."

Aurora was taken aback, and subconsciously wiped her eyes with her sleeve, let the tea roll get into her sleeve, turned around and jumped off the stone bench, her legs gave way and almost kowtowed to the old headmaster, but luckily the other party pulled her away in time. Give her a hand.

"Professor Dumbledore," she said.

Dumbledore nodded, glanced at the newspaper held by the little girl, and said, "You have seen it all? You must be very sad. I'm sorry, I didn't let you attend yesterday. Because the Ministry of Magic has not yet organized If you know exactly what is going on, you will be even more sad if you go. But now it seems that maybe my decision was wrong."

"No, no. I haven't seen my father since I was very young." Aurora looked up at the kindly principal, and said, "Mom has always missed him very much, very much. I actually , I almost can’t remember my father’s appearance. You are right, I don’t need to go until I get a clear result. I am too young now, and I am easily influenced by other people’s opinions. I just want to know the final result Whoever it is is fine, the one in the middle is not important."

After a while, Aurora added softly, "But that doesn't mean I'm not sad."

Dumbledore patted her on the shoulder, "You look a lot like your father. To be honest, when he was your age, he also looked old-fashioned, talking and acting like a child at all."

Aurora hesitated for a while, then pointed to the first sentence: "The newspaper... this, is it true? I mean, Professor Snape, over there too..."

She couldn't think of any beautifying words, and she couldn't say that the other party was an excellent Death Eater?She didn't really think the accusation was true, it was just weird.As for the veracity of the accusation, she didn't think about it.

A very strange selective ignorance, as if she acquiesced not to believe passively and without knowing it.

This cognition made Aurora a little confused.

"I was quite surprised, because I thought you would be more concerned with whether the accusation is true. But if you want to know what you are referring to... yes, it is true." Dumbledore said directly Answered, and then changed the subject, looking at her intently from behind the lens with shining blue eyes, "But that was a long time ago. People change, some for the better and some for the worse. At least , I trust him very much, Aurora."

Aurora looked at Dumbledore for a while, then folded the newspaper back, nodded, "I understand."

"Go and see your friends, they must be very anxious to see today's paper. If I remember correctly, they should be on their way to Hagrid."

"Thank you, Professor."

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There is no list, so I collect the cold days when I am motionless, don’t the diving party plan to come out and leave a message to warm me... The code words are so tiring [heart-stamped]