[HP] Butterfly Effect

Aurora has always felt that it is difficult to find a more terrifying existence than snakes in this world.But it wasn't until she saw the corpse of the Red Mangulas Snake in that place that she realized that she was wrong.

It is true that snakes are scary, but the head of the snake courtyard is even more terrifying.

She huddled against the stone, watching Snape carefully and restrainedly remove the tail parts from the red snake corpses.His movements are so proficient that Aurora thinks of some kind of scalpel, so sharp and precise that there are no redundant movements.

It seemed that Snape was right. It was not he who needed to apologize, but the Mangulas Snake who had died all over the place.

Aurora withdrew her gaze, turned her attention back to the cranberry lying in her palm, then tried her best to move her body to stand up, limped to a place with dense grass, and put it back.There is no wood hemlock in the Forbidden Forest, it can only stay here.

Cranberry stayed where it was for a while, and finally grabbed Aurora's finger with its pincers, shook it, and quickly disappeared into the grass.

"Let's go." Snape turned and said to Aurora, "Go to the hospital."

"Saint Mungo?" Aurora asked.

"What else? The school hospital?" Snape glanced at her and asked sarcastically.

Aurora pulled the tattered trouser legs down and said: "...I don't want to go to St. Mungo's. It's just a little scrape. I'll go back and wipe it with alcohol and anti-inflammatory drugs, really."

Looking up at Snape's unmoving black eyes, Aurora touched the tip of her nose, quickly shifted her gaze to other places, and replied honestly: "Professor St. Mungo's is too expensive, I don't want to spend half a month on me I put all my salary into it. I just want to go back to my residence, have a meal and sleep, anyway, the injury is not serious.”

Following Snape's gaze, Aurora saw the scraped skin on her calf, which was a bit bloody and horrible.

"I think...it's okay." She mumbled, the pain was painful, but the hunger was obviously more important.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"Please take me to the Leaky Cauldron, I can take the bus on the platform opposite the bar." Aurora replied.

Snape put the whistle in his pocket and disappeared into the blurred afterapparation with Aurora.

Aurora opened her eyes amidst the familiar feeling of suffocation and oppression, and the wound on her calf began to hurt more and more.Then she realized that this wasn't the Leaky Cauldron, and certainly not the bus stop.

This is a completely unfamiliar room, with a familiar faint smell of potions and old books.

Her first feeling was cold, and then she was a little surprised by her senses, because it was July.But in fact, from the ceiling to the floor, from the overall tone to the details, this room made her feel sharp and cold.

The walls of the room obviously haven't been refurbished and painted for a long time, and the faint yellow traces spread and grow on the edge of the void where the lime powder fell off, becoming the only color embellishment on the monotonous and pale wall.The light is very dim, the dark curtains cut off the feeble street lights, and the whole room is gray.

The tall bookshelf is black, and the books stuffed on it are almost black, as well as the desk, coffee table, armchair, etc., which have some stripped wooden inner core, are almost all dark gray and plain black.Even the goblet that was upside down on the porcelain plate was filled with a hazy gloomy light.

Just looking at it makes one feel breathless.

At the same time, Aurora also found that, except for the book, there was only one object of the same kind here—a cup, a chair, and a porcelain plate.In this temperatureless and soft and warm room, you can't find any superfluous or decorative things at all.

Obviously, the owner here lives alone, single, loves books, loves potions, and is indifferent to the aesthetics of the home.Aurora has seen this kind of similar decoration style in magazines. They are concise and restrained, and the bright and bright colors are all rejected, revealing a kind of coolness and depression from beginning to end.

Folks call it frigid decoration.

But when used here, it should be "decadent, depreciated and frigid decoration".

Looking back at Snape, she could easily guess that this was his home.It's so iconic.

After sitting on the sofa that could clearly feel the shape of the spring under the cushion for a long time, Aurora saw the door open again, and Snape came in from outside holding two bottles of potions and a roll of bandages.

After casting a cleansing spell, Snape used a knife to cut apart the fabric of the trouser legs that was stuck around the wound, then disinfected it with medicine, and finally wrapped it with a layer of white gauze.

"Thank you, Professor." Aurora tried to move her legs, and the cool potion extinguished the flames of the wound.

Snape continued to smear the potion on her palm, and asked calmly, "You should thank your own luck that they just chased you and didn't bite you to death."

"Indeed." Aurora touched the tip of her nose habitually.Snape glanced at her and continued, "What happened then?"

"I fell, and then they surrounded me, and I thought I was really going to die." Aurora said, shivering, shaking her head, her face pale, "It's exactly the same as my dream, it's terrible .”

"Dream?"

"Ah, I had a similar dream. To be honest, it feels so bad that the nightmare came true."

"Why do they just chase you but not attack you?"

"This... I don't know either. It may be a talent, or it may be like you said, I have better luck."

Snape stopped what he was doing, stared at her and asked, "What did you do?"

"Me? I didn't do anything." Aurora looked at him blankly, and the moment their eyes met, they immediately looked away.It took a lot of courage to meet the head of Slytherin eye to eye, and it had never been her forte.

Snape looked at her for a moment, then asked again, "Did you hear anything, then?"

"what?"

"The voice of someone else speaking."

Was he talking about the voice from Salazar's diary? !

Aurora suddenly felt her entire back go cold, and her eyes couldn't help looking elsewhere.She really wants to pretend she doesn't know, but her acting skills are terrible and she knows it all too well.So in the end, she could only look around in a daze, then closed her eyes and shook her head: "No, I didn't hear anyone talking. I don't think there should be anyone else there."

"What are you looking at?" Snape keenly caught the other's wandering eyes. "No, I'm just a little sleepy." Aurora rubbed her eyes and replied.

Snape looked at her for a while, and then pulled away a smirk: "Then wish you a good night in advance, sweet dreams?"

The other party's deliberately slow tone sounded particularly pleasant and malicious. After hearing this, Aurora shrank her neck and shook her head slightly to show her respect.

When we returned to the residence, it was almost 09:30 in the evening, and Mr. Hawthorne and his wife were still in the living room.Seeing Aurora come back wrapped in white gauze, the couple were startled.Aurora explained that she accidentally fell on the way back from her bicycle, but fortunately she met her teacher at school and rescued herself.

"In short, it's all right." Aurora shrugged and said with a smile.

Mrs. Hawthorne carefully helped her to the sofa, and put the satchel aside for her: "Be careful next time, what if something really happens."

The satchel was tilted like this, and all the things inside slipped out.Snape took a careful look, but saw nothing special, not the notebook either.

Just the usual stuff like a collapsible umbrella, a Jane Austen novel, a beginner's guide to acoustic guitar, two quills, and a hair rope.

He looked away, and quickly said his goodbyes and left.

……

After finishing her late dinner, Aurora quickly packed her satchel, and slowly moved into the room to brush her teeth and wash her face.The experience in the Argert Forest in the evening still lingered in my mind, and it was still extremely vivid, and the body temperature and appearance of the snakes were still vivid, only her face in the mirror was very gray.

She bit her mouth full of foam and a toothbrush and looked at her leg injury and the palm of her left hand. She was sticky and wanted to take a bath very much.

After turning on the switch, hot water flows out of the faucet and gradually fills the entire bathtub.Aurora soaked herself in it, and her light blonde long hair floated on the water without weight, like golden seaweed.She put her injured calf on the edge of the bathtub, letting the warm water wrap her, as soft as a mother's embrace.

She closed her eyes and lay down for a while, and soon felt drowsiness was gradually flooding, so she struggled to get up and dried her body with a towel, changed into pajamas, and put a scarf on her shoulders to separate her wet long hair from her clothes Come on, sit on the stool.

It began to rain again outside, and in the quiet night, only the sound of the rain echoed, and the drops of water falling on the window sill shone like diamonds under the light of the desk lamp, and the blossoms shattered.While she waited for her hair to dry, Aurora listened to the night radio on her headphones for a while, which played a modern rendition of that tender old English folk song, "Scarborough Fair."The female singer's gentle and beautiful singing made her stare at the vast night outside, and unconsciously hum along.

"By the hills deep in the green woods, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme. Chasing chickadees on snow-capped brown hilltops... She'll be my true love..."

As she listened, the ethereal tune in this song suddenly touched a certain nerve in Aurora. She opened her eyes and reached out to look through the things in her satchel, but she didn't see the dark green diary.

"Mr. Slytherin?" she called.

The diary appeared in a gleam of green light, lying quietly in the bag.Aurora took it out, flipped it open, and saw the familiar slender paper snake coiling around the page, looking at her with half-closed eyes.

"Good evening sir. Thank you for saving me just now in the forest," she wrote.

Salazar hooked the sentence with his tail, opened his mouth and stuffed it in whole, "I don't understand, how can you be able to get close to any magical creature with the gift of being able to be surrounded by a few mangus?" Russ snake scared like that?"

"...Do you have any misunderstanding about the concept of 'several pieces'? It's not a few pieces, it's a piece."

"...Is there any difference?" Salazar rolled his eyes, looking rather horrified.

"It probably doesn't make a difference to you, but to most people it makes a big difference. But is that voice yours? I mean, it seems a little too..."

"Too what?" Salazar raised his head and stared at her, the purple letter waved menacingly, warning the other party to splatter blood on the spot if he said anything nonsense.

"too young?"

Salazar sneered: "Then how old do you think I am?"

"Aren't you from more than 1000 years ago?"

"Once left in the diary, the age will not change again."

"That's it..." Aurora continued to shake the pen in her hand following the soothing rhythm of the music in the earphones, and then asked, "Then how old were you when you left it in the diary?"

"Eighteen." He replied casually.

So, by the time of Salazar, Hogwarts had already been established with several other founders? !

In life, people are more popular than people.

Others, I can't catch up at the age of 80.

Thinking of this, Aurora ran her fingers through her half-dried long hair and shook them to dry further, feeling the gap between people.Salazar suddenly wrote again: "As for your potions professor, he is smarter than I imagined. Of course, this is not a good thing for you."

After reading his words, Aurora's thinking suddenly entered a blank period along with the music in her ear, and it took a long time before she replied stiffly: "What do you mean? Does he know anything?"

"Of course not now." Salazar paused, and the flower-like fonts continued to bloom in front of Aurora's eyes, "But it won't be necessarily in the future, I told you. You have your secret, which makes you and other people It’s not the same, or it’s the reason why you’re different. Even though I’ve seen through your essence now so I’m too lazy to ask, it doesn’t mean that other people won’t either.”

Aurora was silent for a long time, "I see."

"Good night. Don't touch the water until the wound scabs over. Of course, if you enjoy this pain, just pretend I didn't say it."

"Good night."

After closing the diary, Aurora hugged the radio and shrank to the bed. Most of her hair had become soft and dry again, but the ends of her hair were still a little damp.

She lay herself on the bed, let her long hair hang down like a silk along the side of the bed and stretched to the floor, the piled ends of the hair were curled like small whirlpools.Aurora closed her eyes, and the radio song in the earphones had been replaced by John Waite's "missing you". The sound of the subtle rain beating the leaves ran into her ears following the beat of the music. The whole song revealed a straightforward and affectionate love.

Aurora tried to put herself to sleep, but it was difficult.The conversation with Salazar is still in front of my eyes, and the memories involved include Edmond, Marianne, Plymouth, Hogwarts, Vaux, Beverly, Dean Sprout, the Weasleys, And the bewilderment and fear of coming to this strange world when you opened your eyes.

She found that her mentality has changed a lot now. In the past, she always thought about who she was, where she came from, and what she experienced.Countless times I used my not-so-rich imagination to try to draw vague lines and simulate my completely lost past.

Every time I realized that I might be found to be from another time and place, I felt the fear of unknown consequences.

But now she thinks more about the people and things around her, those fresh and warm memories, and everything she loves.She has a deep concern here, an emotion that she can't let go of.She loves everything here.

She no longer wants to remember who she was and what she did, because she doesn't want anything to disturb her current state.That's the real reason she doesn't want others to find out who she is now - because she loves those who love her the same, her friends, her parents, her school and...teachers.

She suddenly figured it out, and it turned out that this was the answer.Before she knew it, she had actually become like everyone else here, living hard and loving hard.They have been the same since she threw herself into the world with her true emotions.

John Witt was still singing in her ears, and Aurora put her uninjured hand on the quilt to follow the rhythm, and sang along lightly with an empty heart: "Tonight my heart is frozen like a rock, attacked by a violent storm. When they mention you, just the name can't help it."

"I know that I have lost this ending. I have lost all hope, but you don't know anything. I tried my best to get close to you, but I found that in your world I am nothing but dust."

"I don't miss you, I didn't lie to myself, I don't miss you anymore."

Aurora sang more and more cheerfully, stretching out her hand to make various hand shadows on the ceiling by the light of the desk lamp.

The night is cool and long, good night, all of you I love.

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Ancient god of darkness, come out, diving monster! ! !