[HP] Butterfly Effect

One day in mid-July, it rained all night last night.

After Aurora got up, she opened the window and felt the warm and transparent rain falling sporadically on her face. The fresh and moist air also carried the smell of grass and trees rolled out of the forest. After the rain, everything seemed wet.

This is a rental house in the suburbs of London. The owner is a couple who are already gray-haired but still maintain a healthy and young attitude, and love each other very much.Their children have already married and established businesses, and moved to other cities or other countries.So the couple decided to rent out the spare room, hoping that easy-going young people would move in and liven up the house.

The old man’s name is Jeffrey Hawthorne. When he was young, he was the owner of a musical instrument store and also a handmade musical instrument maker. Many musical instruments at home were made by him.After he retired, he still kept the habit of making musical instruments, so many that he couldn't fit them in the house.Later, his son and daughter-in-law taught him how to sell these excessive musical instruments through newspaper advertisements, attracting many people who came to buy them.

Mrs. Hawthorne used to be a singer at the London Opera House, and her reputation has always been mediocre.The two met for the first time when Mr. Hawthorne was providing musical instruments for the opera house. He took his newly made violin to the theater hall where he was rehearsing. serphine.

The moment the girl opened her eyes, her eyes were full of sparkling beauty like the stars and the sea, and her voice was beautiful and charming.

Later, Josephine became Josephine Hawthorne.Jeffrey said it was the proudest achievement of his life.

Mr. Hawthorne loved the acoustic guitar. When the weather was pleasant enough, he would sit in the yard, gently pluck the strings of the guitar to accompany Josephine, and then listen to her sing for himself.

Aurora had also been fortunate enough to have heard Mrs. Hawthorne sing, and though she was old, when she began to sing again, the beauty and freshness of her youth returned to her face.Standing on the lawn, she seemed to be bathed in thousands of lights.

Aurora felt that what Mr. Hawthorne said was right. When Josephine sang, there were stars and seas in her eyes, which were very bright.

Under the influence of Mr. Hawthorne, Aurora gradually fell in love with the acoustic guitar, which is simple, pure, casual and peaceful.Compared with the noble and elegant girl like the piano and the violin, the acoustic guitar is like a girl next door wearing a cotton dress and waving a hat, stepping on water splashing out of the window and running towards you.

Mr. Hawthorne was very happy about this, and he taught Aurora the basic playing method and some simple tunes.From then on, Mrs. Hawthorne had two accompanists for the evening concert.

Contrary to Josephine's singing talent, although Mr. Hawthorne's instrument production is top-notch, it is a pity that he is difficult to sing in tune.However, despite this, he still likes to sing a cheerful old song with his beloved wife in the tune of "Going to the Atlantic".

"oh, say. Letusflying."

"where kid?"

"to the sky, dear."

"Come Josephine, InMyFlyingMachine." Come Josephine, sit on my flying machine.

"Going up shegoes! Upshegoes!" Fly, fly, go up to the sky

This is the first piece Aurora learned, a song from 1910, about a pair of lovers, and a couple who love each other deeply.

After breakfast, Aurora cleaned the dishes and put them back in the cupboard as usual.Mrs. Hawthorne was always used to getting up early to prepare food for everyone, and Aurora took the initiative to help her clean up the mess. The two cooperated very well.

After that, Aurora packed the things she must bring every day into her satchel, and then rode her bicycle to the Leaky Cauldron, while Brett squatted conveniently in the basket in front of the bicycle, meowing loudly whenever there was an obstacle in front of her. Don't ring the bell without Aurora.

The drive takes about [-] minutes, and the transition and changes between the forest and the city are perfectly shown along the way.Aurora put the raincoat on the bicycle and locked it, carried Brett through the gate of the Leaky Cauldron, and walked quickly to Diagon Alley.

There were still two weeks before the deadline for Hogwarts freshmen to reply to their admission notices, and Diagon Alley was once again crowded with excited young wizards.Aurora has been busy with Mrs. Brent all morning, and Mrs. Brent feels that this is the best effect, otherwise she alone, the pet shop does not know what kind of chaos it will be.

She took a sip of tea and said to Aurora: "I once ran for nearly ten miles in a row in order to catch up a fleeing snow owl. You can't imagine what it was like, it was terrible."

Aurora couldn't help laughing, "I think I can imagine that I was scared by a snake and ran all the way home from the market. It was really a nightmare."

Mrs. Brent looked at her in surprise. "Are you afraid of snakes? I mean, there are quite a few snakes in the Fantastic Creatures category, and it's amazing that you're afraid of them. What else are you afraid of?"

"Actually, I'm also very... about spiders... probably I have an instinctive fear of all multi-legged creatures with more than six legs, and all legless creatures except fish."

Unfortunately, judging from the experience of Muggle society, these two creatures don't seem to have any direct food chain relationship.Otherwise, if there is a snake that eats spiders or a spider that eats snakes, Aurora probably wakes up with a happy smile when she falls asleep.

What could be more exciting than seeing two of the most feared species go head-to-head?No matter who has the upper hand, Aurora just wants to throw flowers and cheer.

As the evening approached, there were far fewer people in Diagon Alley.After Aurora tidied up the store, she went back to the counter and opened Salazar's diary to chat with him. When Chajuan and Brett saw it, they automatically shrunk away and squatted at the corner of the table.

This was the first time Aurora mentioned her own life experience in front of Salazar—to be precise, the life experience of the original owner of this body, and it was also the first time she mentioned that she had the talent to easily get close to magical animals.She thought that Salazar would find this ability useless, after all, she knew that it was impossible to get any good words from the other party.

Unexpectedly, however, Salazar didn't reply to her words for a long time, and finally wrote only three words - "I guessed it".Aurora was stunned for a moment when she saw this sentence. This was probably the most sloppy writing by the snake ancestor since she knew Salazar for almost a year.

This change is very subtle, and you can't see it if you don't look carefully.But maybe because the communication between them is only done by writing, Aurora is very familiar with what Salazar's handwriting should look like under normal circumstances, even if the difference is small.

Thinking of this, Aurora suddenly felt bad: "What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with this ability?"

"No problem." Salazar quickly replied this time, "This talent is very good."

Aurora was dumbfounded, as if seeing Snape showing Dumbledore's gentle smile to the students in class was so horrified.

"Then have you ever seen someone with this talent before?" It can't be nonsense, even if it is, Salazar is not the type who will praise others.

After a while, Salazar replied: "Yes, so I say it's fine."

"To make you have such an evaluation, I suddenly wonder who that person is." Aurora wrote half-jokingly.

"If you are so curious, I can also praise you like this to make you feel it." Salazar looked at her coldly with those golden vertical pupils.

"Forget it, I'm afraid I can't bear it..."

At this time, a clear and beautiful childish voice suddenly sounded at the door, the tone was very cheerful and lively, and it was as sweet as singing: "Excuse me, is this place still open?"

"Yes." Aurora folded the diary and put it in the satchel, stood up to greet the other party, "May I ask what kind of magic pet you want to buy?"

The other party took off the crooked peaked cap, blinked at her with dark eyes, a playful and lovely smile appeared on the fair heart-shaped face, and her bright violet mid-length hair hung down on her shoulders. Beautiful, like those purple flowers that bloom in April.Aurora noticed that her hair wasn't pure violet, but had some silver and red in it, like highlights.

The girl's clothes were as peculiar as her hair color, an army green vest with a black shirt, loose jeans with some holes in them, and a pair of Martin boots on her feet.

"Your hair color is so beautiful." The girl looked at Aurora for a while, and then said with a smile, "Is there any magical pet that is not too troublesome to take care of? I always carelessly forget to feed them or something, It's a disaster for us."

"Thank you. According to what you said, I recommend you to raise a ghost owl. They are very independent." After speaking, Aurora turned around and snapped her fingers at one of the owls, and the other owl flapped its wings immediately. Jumped onto her arm, very cute.

"You can... Merlin!"

When Aurora turned her head, she saw that the girl's hair suddenly changed from the brilliant violet color of the colorful highlights to the same clear and light golden color as her own. Even the length became the same, hanging from the original shoulders to the waist.

The girl looked at herself in the mirror on the counter for a while, then shook her head and scratched at her blonde hair: "It's too long." After saying that, her hair immediately returned to its original length.

Aurora was stunned for a while, holding the ghost owl in place, not knowing what to say.It's not that she doesn't know that wizards can change their appearance at will, but she always thought that it can be done with the help of compound potion, instead of just saying a few words like now.

"Oh, forget it." The girl grabbed her hair, and all the pale gold began to peel off from the top of her head in an instant, and quickly shrunk to between her fingers before disappearing, as if it had never appeared before, "I deserve this Colored hair doesn't look good, but you look better. It's a pity."

"You, how did you do it?" Aurora looked at her in surprise. "Then how did you do it?" the girl asked back, tilting her head and looking at her. "The magical creatures in this store have never been so docile and quiet. Is this your reason?"

"talent."

"Same." She grinned, showing her neat and white teeth, stepped on her feet, and jumped lightly.The obviously simple movements, when presented by this girl, have an indescribable elegance and smoothness.

Elf.

This was Aurora's first reaction.It's not the kind of house elf, but the kind of elf in Norse mythology, born from the power of nature and gods, born beautiful, charming, lively and agile.

There are sparkling jewels in her black eyes, so that the deep blackness does not make her look overly suppressed and lifeless.

The girl pointed to the ghost owl on Aurora's arm, and asked in her smooth and beautiful voice, "Can I see that little guy?"

"of course."

Ghost owl reluctantly flew onto the girl's arm, and let out a short, eerie cry, which sounded particularly creepy.Aurora looked at the slightly twitching expression on the girl's face, and immediately felt that the business was going to be cold. After all, although ghost owls are the most worry-free type of owls, they are also the most difficult to sell because of their eerie calls. one of a kind.

She tried her best to explain: "That's how they sound, but they are very independent and smart. They fly faster than other owls. They don't need to be fed by the owner, and they can find food by themselves."

"Yes. But, Merlin, their noises are really terrifying. Those who don't know think I'm plucking them and roasting them alive!" The girl hesitated.

"It's actually okay." Aurora shrugged and said frankly, "Anyway, they spend most of their time in the Hogwarts owl shed, and you should feel sorry for the other owls who share the same aviary with her. , because you can't hear it, it's just that they are hurting each other."

The girl slightly opened her eyes and looked at Aurora, then laughed loudly: "You are really interesting to talk about. Well, I will buy it, thank you for your recommendation."

"You're welcome, thanks for taking it, it'll make a great messenger."

After paying the money, the girl left with a world-weary ghost owl, walking briskly.Then, she suddenly looked back at Aurora: "I forgot to ask, are you also a student of Hogwarts?"

"Yes. Hufflepuff, third year."

"Wow. Goodbye then, future alumni."

"Goodbye."

……

When the day's work is over, dusk has covered the sky.

Aurora checked everything in the store, then closed the door and walked towards the Leaky Cauldron.As soon as she entered the dim bar, she saw the familiar tall black figure.

"professor?"

Snape turned his head, without any surprise in his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Miss Field."

Aurora stood there without moving. For some reason, she always felt that Snape was going to say something.There is no basis or reason for this feeling, and she is far from knowing the other party enough to be able to see this, but Aurora just feels that her guess is right.

Then the two stared at each other strangely and silently for a while.

Maybe it's my own feelings that are wrong.Aurora lowered her head, then raised her head again and smiled at him, "Then I'll go back first, goodbye, professor."

After finishing speaking, she bypassed Snape and walked out the door.

At this time, Snape suddenly called out to her, and his tone was as usual with a long, unclear tone: "The final exam results were better than I expected, Miss Field."

Aurora felt a chill down her spine, and then turned her head abruptly after hearing what the other person said, "Really? I mean, you didn't step on the line, did you?"

Snape glanced at her, "Yes, no." Aurora suddenly felt that her whole summer vacation was glorious, at least she didn't have to think about it all day long.

"Thank you, professor, for the notebook you sent earlier, it really helped me a lot." Aurora said gratefully.Compared with some homemade handmade tea bags, a potions notebook is almost too expensive.At least that's the case for Aurora, because she really didn't step on the line for the second half of the school year.

Thank you Merlin thank you Dumbledore thank you...

"You're welcome." He evoked a gentle and friendly smile that was completely imperceptible.

"Have you tried those tea bags last time?"

"Have."

"Really? That's great, are they still useful?"

"is acceptable."

The little girl breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Snape's answer, and said, "That's good. Thank you for telling me today, and I hope to have the opportunity to repay you."

She was telling the truth, after all, it was not easy for her to get rid of the fate of stepping on the line.

"That's good." Snape raised his eyebrows after listening to her words, "You happen to have such a chance."

"what?"

"I guess you are going back to your residence at this time in three days' time?"

"...Yes." I always feel that something is wrong.

"Very well, I'll wait for you, if you want to come."

After speaking, Snape got up and left.

Aurora stood there for a while, then turned and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron.At this time, the diary in the satchel suddenly started to move.After Brett found out, he immediately screamed miserably in Aurora's arms, like those cats in the Muggle society who are about to be taken to the veterinary hospital to have their offspring and grandchildren cut off.

She put Brett in the basket of the bicycle and opened the diary by the light of the flashlight.

Salazar bared her fangs: "You've been tricked!"

Aurora suddenly felt that something was wrong getting stronger and stronger.

"Can't you hear that he is waiting for you to say that sentence, and he is so happy to dance in it?!"

"..."

No wonder Snape's words made no sense just now. There was no need for him to tell a student her final grades on the way.Throughout Hogwarts, the deans of the other three houses would do the same, but Snape was definitely not among those three.

So, the current logic is so fucking smooth.

"You Slytherins are terrible." Aurora finally choked out such a sentence after a while.

The author has something to say:

Rewatching Titanic, the song Jack sang to Rose.

In the end, the character belongs to Rowling, ooc belongs to me, hot eyes quickly escape belongs to you, see you next time.