[HP] Butterfly Effect

The consequence of keeping a bad sleeping position all night is that when Aurora first opened her eyes the next morning, she couldn't feel her right arm and legs for half a minute.

She lay on the bed, waiting for the numbness to disappear from being clear, and the soft dull pain climbed up the injured calf and palm again, hovering there refusing to leave.

After breakfast, Aurora walked slowly outside the door, took out the letters and newspapers that had been delivered by the newsboy in the mailbox early in the morning, and prepared to send them into the house.She had asked Mrs. Brent for leave of absence, and planned to wait until her leg was better before going to work.

It seems that some time ago, Mr. Jeffrey Hawthorne's advertisement for handmade musical instruments in the newspaper was very successful. Aurora looked at the postcards full of heads, and almost all of them came to buy musical instruments.She put the letters and newspapers on the coffee table in the living room, turned on the radio casually, and the flowing sweet voice was broadcasting today's weather forecast. After the end, she routinely reminded the audience to bring umbrellas.

She stayed here for almost six days, and Snape's owl would definitely fly to the windowsill of Aurora's room at a fixed time almost every night, bringing new potions.On the third day, Aurora felt that the pain was no longer so painful when she walked. It was because she accidentally touched the water that she had some relapses and infections.But after all, it was much better than before, so she planned to go to London for a walk with the Hawthorne couple.

It happened to be Josephine's birthday that day, and Aurora and Geoffrey prepared a birthday present for her together in a small square in London.

On the morning of departure, Jeffrey found a camera that he hadn’t used for a long time at home. He wore a rather youthful sweatshirt and carried him and Aurora’s acoustic guitar on his back.Although Aurora repeatedly stated that he was basically fine and could recite the guitar by himself, Jeffrey insisted that he do it.

The location is not far from this house, take the bus and get off at the seventh stop, and then walk for 15 minutes.

It was a small riverside square with a long history. Due to the changes in urban planning in the past ten years, it has lost its original value and has become a good place to feed pigeons.

Geoffrey spent two months writing a song for his beloved wife, then secretly practiced with Aurora for two weeks, preparing to sing it to Josephine on her birthday.

The birthday surprise was a success, and later that morning, the entire small square almost became Josephine's temporary open-air concert, and she happily sang one tune after another, winning applause from everyone around her.There was also a freelance musician surnamed Ellison present at the time, and Aurora and Aurora played several cheerful classic dance music together on the guitar. Looking at the Hawthorne couple who were gray-haired but still full of affection for each other, they felt that They held each other's hands tightly and danced in the square.

A pure white dove glided up to Aurora's guitar, cooing and tilting its head to look at her.Aurora reached out to it, and it jumped onto the back of her hand.The little guy spread his wings friendly, stretched out his head and lightly pecked the tip of Aurora's nose.

This scene happened to be filmed by Jeffrey.He shook the photo he had just spit out from the camera in his hand, letting it quickly fix the light and color, and then handed it to Aurora: "I found that those little things seem to like to approach you."

"Maybe it's because I always carry some snacks with me." As she spoke, Aurora took a small bag of salt-baked peas out of her pocket and tore them open, feeding them to the white pigeon in her hand, "They It's also really smart, you can tell who has what you want to eat."

The pigeon ate the peas, pecked at Aurora's finger, and flew away quickly.

The sun had fully risen, casting soft and bright golden light on everyone, and London was gradually waking up in a milky white mist and yellowish morning light.

After returning to her house in the suburbs, Aurora listened to the radio all day in her room, trying her luck by changing channels, stopping when she encountered favorite music and reading novels, and changing again after a while.What is now echoing in the room is "Sense and Sensibility" read by Suliman Water, just in time for Colonel Brandon to leave the party in a hurry due to some unknown events, and go to London alone.

She nestled on the bed and flipped through the photos Jeffrey gave her, pulled out a piece of paper from her satchel and wrote down all her experiences today.She doesn't have the habit of keeping a diary, unless something more touching happens.Like today.

It felt very similar to the Weasleys' house for her, so warm and cheerful.Maybe it's the relationship that seldom feels such an atmosphere. This kind of trivial matter that seems common to others can always touch Aurora.She would always subconsciously think that if Edmond hadn't died, then he and Marianne must be in the same state she envied now.

Aurora took out the pocket watch that had been with her for several years from the collar, sighed regretfully, sank herself in the light and soft pillow, covered her face with the thin hard-shell notebook full of handwriting, The bed was covered with hair.

The content on the radio progressed to the most familiar part of Aurora. She didn't even need to think about it, but she could blurt out the words that impressed me deeply: "Love is an imprint that never fades. Even in the storm, it will never waver."

The next second, a dark brown ghost owl with white spots flew into the window, and the girl on the bed with the dead body screamed eeriely, and the little paws threw the object wrapped in thick parchment onto Salazar's diary , Then, frightened by the sudden opening of the diary, he shrank back to the window and squatted into a ball, staring straight at the diary with his round eyes.

Aurora quickly got up, covered the diary back and stuffed it under the pillow, then reached out and touched the dumbfounded owl, and opened the package to have a look.Just as she thought, it contained today's potion.

She originally thought that after she returned from the forest, Snape would not care about her anymore, so she discussed with Jeffrey and the others the next day which hospital to make an appointment for.Unexpectedly, the owl came that evening, and brought a potion for trauma and a note. The handwriting was so familiar that Aurora could guess who wrote it even if she closed her eyes.

The words on the note were as concise as only two words, medicine for external application.Typical potions professor style.To be honest, when she got those potions on the first day, she felt that she hadn't woken up yet.

Aurora quickly found a piece of letter paper from the desk and wrote a short thank you. Her injury has healed a lot, and she will be able to return to work in the magic pet shop in about two days.Then I wrote some of my own experiences during the day, and by the way, I picked out some beautiful landscape photos from the pile of photos and prepared to put them in the envelope together.

Then she remembered that it was not a holiday now, and the other party only gave her medicine out of the professor's duty to the students.Her letter, which was all nonsense except for the first few sentences, was really inappropriate for a letter of two or three pages long with a picture attached.

He was just his Potions professor, not a familiar chatter like Salazar and Vaux.She didn't think Snape would like to chat with a little girl, and anyone with a little common sense at Hogwarts should know that.

Aurora pursed her lips, took out the photo and letter paper, picked up the pen again and wrote a polite thank you note on a small sticky note, which was placed in a thin layer in a flat envelope.

Maybe I should give something to the other party. After all, my injury can heal so quickly because of these potions.But Aurora couldn't think of anything to give.He hesitated for half an hour holding the note, and finally put it in the envelope.

So be it.she thinks.

The owl picked up the envelope, fluttered its wings and flew away quickly.After Aurora changed the medicine, she lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling above her head. The thin sunset sunlight crept in from the window, spreading out a delicate and dreamy circle of light, which made people feel drowsy after watching for a long time.

In a daze, Aurora had a dream. When she was about to be swallowed up by the bloody tide of Mangulas snakes, she saw Snape suddenly appear to save her.The boundary between dream and reality was torn apart by that dark figure, and the emotions that should have disappeared long ago rolled out from the depths of the dream again, as if they had never been far away.

An inexplicable force drove her to stand up staggeringly from the ground, hugging the person in front of her tightly, and crying out of control.

After crying and shouting hoarsely to vent, Aurora saw that the man in black was no longer in her arms, but Marianne who had passed away for many years.

"Mother?"

She looked at herself, her eyes were soft and quiet like the vast forest under the thick fog, with no end and shape in sight: "You have to go to school alone, Rose. Mom can't send you off today, and won't pick you up."

"why?"

"You can't always be so naughty and cry, you have to learn to take care of yourself. I know you can do it, but you can't do it in front of me."

"I don't know."

"You won't cry if I don't come, dear. I know that."

"Why am I crying?"

She kissed Aurora's eyes and murmured, "Because you know that I love you as much as you love me. Your tears will only be of use to those who love you, and only those you love will make you cry .”

Aurora stretched his arms to hug her, but in vain, and then woke up with his eyes open.

The clock on the wall dutifully kept track of the passing seconds, and it showed that it was [-]:[-] in the morning, a time when everyone should be peacefully sleeping.

Aurora sat on the bed, put her arms around herself, and repeated Marianne's words in her mind.The wind slipped in through the open window, blowing on the face, making it cold.

She reached out and touched her face, her hands were wet and water stained.

"You wouldn't cry if I wasn't around. Because I know you love me like..."

Repressed into the frozen darkness, time and whispers are the only flowing existence.Those words bloomed to the extreme the moment they blurted out, and then quickly withered in the air.

"I love you just as much."

Aurora lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and tried to hypnotize herself again, but she stayed awake until the eastern sky turned pale.

She sat up again, got out of bed and came to the window, lying on the window sill and looking at the gradually brightening horizon.How long has it been since I have suffered from insomnia like this?Except for the time when she first came here, and only when Marianne died, she sat like this from dark to dawn.

Now, she felt that feeling again, and it was terrible.

It's like she got a potion report card that crossed the line again... no, it's ten times worse.

In short, it is a bad feeling that a catastrophe is imminent.

……

On the seventh day of leave to recuperate, Aurora decided to go back to the shop.Although the wound had just healed, it still hurt a little after walking for a long time, but she was really embarrassed to let Mrs. Brent work alone.

According to last year's experience, mid-to-late July is the busiest time, when Diagon Alley will be crowded with young wizards who are about to enter school.And at the end of August, Diagon Alley is even more lively, because the old students of Hogwarts will start to buy books for the new semester.

Aurora got up early in the morning. After washing, she wrapped a thin layer of gauze over the wound, then chose a light brown long dress that could barely cover the gauze, put it on, and went out with her satchel on her back.

Although it was expected that there would be a lot of people in Diagon Alley, such a crowd was indeed beyond Aurora's expectations.And they are mainly concentrated in the Lihen Bookstore area.Aurora struggled to squeeze through the crowd towards the magic pet shop, and accidentally heard the name Lockhart, and immediately understood where these people came from.

There is no doubt that there must be a large number of his fans, as well as reporters from the Daily Prophet.

Before Aurora squeezed to the door of the store, a middle-aged woman with short curly blond hair, square glasses, and a bright green silk dress suddenly squeezed out from the crowd, her hands painted with black nail polish Put it on Aurora's shoulders.

Aurora turned her head in surprise, and saw that the other party was tucking her chin, staring at herself from above the glasses, and grinning on her lips with bright red lipstick, her speech was surprisingly fast and determined, sounding very sharp: "I guess, You're the hidden link in a matter that's been at the center of the Ministry of Magic lately, aren't you, Miss Field."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember seeing you." Aurora was pinched by her long and hard nails, and her shoulders ached. She tried to struggle, but was unsuccessful. "Trouble, can you..."

After hearing this, the woman squinted her eyes and grabbed her harder, as if Aurora would disappear in a second: "It's okay. I just met your father, you look a lot like him. And this piece Pocket watch, I'm not mistaken, I've interviewed him several times and he always wears it."

Aurora gasped in pain, and reached out to push the opponent's hand: "Thank you for remembering him, can you let go..."

The woman nimbly avoided her hand, and then half-dragged her to squeeze forward through the crowd with ease, with an elegant posture, but unfortunately Aurora could only trot to keep up with her footsteps, and the wound on her calf began to ache: "You know, I wanted to interview you a few months ago. I think you should know about your father's Ministry of Magic trial last time? I'm curious about your feelings. Of course, Dumbledore refused me , saying yes will make you even more sad and confused."

As she spoke, she snapped her fingers, and a dark green quill flew out of nowhere, and began to scribble something on the parchment by herself.

The woman's words continued, so fast and forceful that Aurora was not allowed to interrupt and interrupt: "But you know what? I don't think he told you about it at all. Just imagine which daughter would be indifferent to the cause of her father's death." You really wanted to go to that judgment meeting? But there's no way to escape from Hogwarts, is there? Poor thing."

Aurora tried hard to withdraw her hand, vetoing her self-talk: "I don't know what you are talking about, please let me go, I want to go back to work."

She then saw the quill transcribing her words as "Acquiescence out of fear".

"Hey! I didn't acquiesce in what you said, I just said I want to go back to work!"

Writing with a quill pen - "The little daughter who lost her father has nothing to rely on, so she can only work outside alone to make a living. Because she is afraid of being dropped out of school, she dare not tell the fact that she has been deceived."

Aurora was simply shocked by the brain circuit of this pen.

"Do you know the truth about your father's murder?" she asked.

"I don't know, but..."

The quill quickly recorded-"Dumbledore deceived Field's daughter, so that she still doesn't know that her father has been killed."

Aurora was stunned for a while, and then became angry: "Can you make it stop writing? I never said that Professor Dumbledore lied to me! You are asking the truth, so I answer I don't know. Do you Do you know again?"

Quill Notes - "Desperate young daughter tries to scour the Daily Prophet to find out the truth about her father's death."

Aurora,...

"I understand that you haven't come to work in the shop in Diagon Alley in recent days, and it was after meeting the head of Slytherin one evening." The woman, or Rita Skeeter bent slightly, was The cosmetically overly voluptuous face looks as hypocritical as wearing a mask, "Did he threaten you?"

Aurora frowned and didn't speak, so as not to be scribbled by that quill again, but the other party interpreted her silence as silent acquiescence under fear.

"I noticed that you have injuries on your hands." Rita glanced across Aurora's whole body, and then let out a cry of surprise or surprise, stretched out her fingers and hooked the other's wide skirt, "And There are also..."

Aurora snatched her skirt from her hand and broke free from her hand: "Wait a minute, I don't know you at all, so I don't need to answer these questions for you, do I? Besides, I don't think you need my answers at all, you You've made up everything you want, haven't you?"

"Hehehe." Rita smiled, but her eyes became a little gloomy.

"I'm leaving first, sorry."

After finishing speaking, Aurora quickly walked through the crowd and ran all the way into the magic pet shop.

"Aurora, my dear, you are finally back!" Mrs. Brent said overjoyedly when she saw the people who came in, "You don't know how noisy these magical creatures are these days, I can't control it at all They're gone."

"Sorry Mrs. Brent, I should be back early." Aurora put the satchel on the table and began to open the cages one by one to feed them.

"How is your injury?"

"It's all right." Except for the pain from running too fast just now.

"Crack."

Aurora frowned and looked back, and there was a newspaper reporter holding a magic camera standing at the door. "I'm just curious." Rita walked up the steps. "How did your injury come about? You seem afraid to mention it? Because it has something to do with someone?"

The quill began gleefully writing more outrageous conjectures about Snape's and Aurora's injuries.

"Don't write about him!" Aurora was almost so angry that he yelled out this sentence.

"Him?" Rita narrowed her eyes as she played with the word.

"Don't talk about my father, professor, principal, none of them!"

In the next second, the owls and cats in the entire magic pet shop rushed out of their cages and rushed towards Rita and the photographer at the door viciously as if they had been stimulated by something.In an instant, the whole of Diagon Alley was in chaos, owls were flying everywhere, their feathers were falling like snowflakes in mid-winter, and screams came and went.

"Merlin..." Brent was stunned, staring at all this in a daze.

Two snow-white owls chased and tore at the green magic pen, pecking at its originally bright and beautiful feathers.Other owls were happy to scratch through the book full of made-up content, and the paper fell to the floor.

"Merlin, what the hell are these things?!" Rita avoided the owls above her head while dealing with the cat on her feet, "Oh, damn it!"

Aurora was also taken aback by this scene, and only after recovering did she realize that all the magical creatures in the store had run out.

She quickly shouted to the pets who were still chasing Rita and Quill: "Come back!"

Then, those little guys who were aggressive just now really ran back from the outside obediently, and got into their original cages, as if nothing had happened.

Rita and the photographer tidied up their clothes in a bit of embarrassment, and quickly left cursing.Leaving Aurora and Mrs. Brent staring at each other silently.

"Am I going to be imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic?" Aurora's tone sounded regretful, "I don't know what happened..."

"Actually, they won't care if you use magic in Diagon Alley. Zongsi can't tell whether it's you or the other people in Diagon Alley that used magic, so you'll be fine." Mrs. Blunt/comfort Said, "But, if you want me to say it, you just did a really good job!"

Then, the two laughed at the same time.

[This chapter must be read...is it true that some people never read it? ]

The author has something to say:

Some notes about this article:

It's true that the heroine has time-traveled, but it shouldn't be hard to see that she doesn't mean to know the plot of Harry Potter at all.So she is no different from an aborigine.

Some people think why she can get along with Salazar's diary, isn't it a Horcrux?

What I want to say is that the Horcrux is not a Bibi multi-flavored bean. Anyone who knows what it is is harmful.Moreover, the heroine only graduated from the first grade when she got the diary. Lao Fu only knew about Horcruxes when she read forbidden/books and asked the dean in senior grades. How could she finish the first grade without knowing any plot? Even if you know what a Horcrux is, you can tell that there is black magic on it? ?If so...

Lao Fu don't cry, stand up and masturbate.

I have also hinted many times that Salazar and Helga are lovers, but it is a bit complicated.And Aurora has some qualities that are very similar to Helga [the reason will be explained later in the plot], and she is not affected by the magic of Salazar's diary, unaffected, unaffected, unaffected [Tearing Heart lung]! ! !So the hostess could communicate with Salazar without barriers, and Salazar didn't attack her out of curiosity at the beginning, and she didn't realize how dangerous this thing was.

For example, if you have a gun in your hand, no one else can use it, only you can use it, but that gun is very dangerous and can kill people.Will you be terrified of this gun that only you can use all day long?Shouldn't it be someone else who is afraid?The gun's in your hand, please.

As I said in the chapter "Compromise", Aurora didn't dare to expose the diary because she was afraid that people would find out that her mental power was unusual, so the two of them seemed to be bound, and one would lose the other if she lost her horse. horse.So she has been protecting it from being discovered.

There is also the question of what kind of Horcrux can be considered a "qualified Horcrux".I wrote Salazar in the diary, only then, at that time, he hadn't made the Chamber of Secrets look like the original book, and there were some differences from the fully formed version of the snake ancestor in the later period.And who said that only horcruxes that kill countless people are called qualified horcruxes?Why didn't I find this standard in the original book?Didn't I write that the person who owned this notebook before was either crazy or dead when the Snake Ancestor first appeared? Isn't that enough?

Ask the hostess if she doesn't know the purpose of the diary?

Of course I don't know! !When I first wrote it, I didn't even know what the diary was going to do. Why would she know? [It seems to have exposed something...]

In the end, it’s better to have some morals when speaking these days. When you come up, you will curse the protagonist to death or something, it’s easy to rebound, so let’s save it.

There is also a reason for that Daily Prophet reporter to appear, well, see you in the next chapter.