[HP] Butterfly Effect

When shrouded by the bright and dazzling light, Aurora's mind was blank for a few seconds, and she couldn't move at all. The sharp, temperatureless light forced her to instinctively cover her eyes with her hands .Then Aurora was surprised to find that her hand presented a very complete state of nothingness, unable to function as a shield.

She looked down and saw the light flowing from the tip of Snape's wand fall soundlessly to the ground, incinerating the shadows in the corner of the stone staircase fence, leaving only the mottled rock yellow of the staircase itself.

She is invisible.

Aurora subconsciously hugged the cloth bag and diary in her arms, sat backwards and moved carefully on the ground, feeling that her back had been pressed against the thick and locked cold wooden door.

"That student was there just now. I saw it. He must not have gone far!" Filch yelled viciously, his haggard face illuminated by the dim light looked like a corpse in the Dark Magical Creatures, and he wanted to pinch it. What a terrible death point.

Snape shook the wand in his hand, drawing a strange band of light in the dim air, but there was no one in sight.He could feel a very weak wave of black magic here just now, as short as a hallucination.This reminded him of the diary in Aurora's hand.

He drooped his eyelids, squatted/faced the wooden door, his pale face couldn't see the expression clearly under the fluorescent light, "Maybe, there are indeed people here." Although he didn't even care about the few test spells he just used use.

After speaking, Snape stretched out his hand and groped tentatively forward, but unfortunately he didn't feel anything.

too close.

Aurora froze in place, feeling that the whole space became oppressive and constricted under Snape's approach, and the familiar potion smell that gradually became stronger forced her to hold her breath, and the fluorescent light flooded like a torrent, submerging her to the deepest Under the sea, unable to move.

She watched the opponent's hand reach out, passing through her cheeks and long hair, shoulders and arms in vain.Under the influence of Salazar's magic, Snape couldn't touch Aurora at all, but Aurora could clearly feel the temperature from his fingers, which was as cool as a river with broken snow in early spring in England, making her Started shaking uncontrollably.

Aurora tried to move her sight to other places, but unfortunately the places outside the fluorescent range were hidden in the darkness, and there was nothing to focus on.

She was trembling and wanted to retreat, but she felt the firm and silent rejection from the wooden door behind her, trapping her in place.

Time seemed to be frozen in this long touch. Aurora tremblingly wanted to reach out to push something away, but in vain could feel the strange temperature from another person permeate her palm without any hindrance. Passing through her hand, encroaching on all the senses of the skin.

She could hear her inexplicable messy heartbeat reverberating fiercely in her chest, as loud as it was about to explode her eardrums.

Holding her breath for a long time made Aurora gradually overwhelmed. She was forced to silently inhale a mouthful of warm, stiff air to relieve the suffocating feeling, but because of the close distance to Snape, the breath was completely It is the smell of the other party.

A terrifying strange feeling pinched Aurora's nerves, and he roared at her sharply—leave here, leave now!

She won't be touched, she won't be seen, so she can get out of here without anyone noticing.

Aurora stood up with weak knees and started walking around Snape and behind him.Even though she knew that she was like a cloud of air now, Aurora didn't want to experience the feeling of being surrounded by the temperature of the other person again. It was too scary and clear, and it almost made her feel that only the person in front of her was the only real person in her five senses. illusion.

This is not right, she should go back to the dormitory to have a good sleep now, it is best not to remember anything when she wakes up tomorrow.

Aurora went down the stairs as if fleeing for her life. Hearing Filch's continuous malicious speculation and complaints, her feet in socks only hurt a little bit on the stairs, and she didn't make any sound.The stairs changed again, and Aurora held on to the slightly shaky railing, watching as it led her down the darkened safety corridor.

There was light shining from behind, penetrating Aurora's transparent body.She turned and looked up, and saw that the stairs she was on and the stairs Snape was on gradually diverged until they were completely separated, with a black and wide distance like an abyss in between.

Aurora looked at the figure standing by the high fence, who was frowning and getting up expressionlessly, as if thinking about something, then slowly stretched out his hand and pointed his wand in the direction of the stairs where Aurora was.

The fluorescent light was as dazzling as a sharp edge, so bright that Aurora couldn't open his eyes.

Snape didn't have any definite thoughts, but instinctively felt that if there was someone just now, he could only escape through the separated stairs on this floor.

And Aurora did exactly that.

The corridors of Hogwarts in the early morning are as long and empty as a passage in a tomb. The vertical ancient columns quickly recede row after row, as if there is no end. Aurora's fled.

She couldn't remember how many flights of stairs she had descended before finally groping her way back to the Hufflepuff dormitory.Aurora opened the door, ignoring light movements to avoid disturbing Caroline and Cecilia who were already asleep, and casually threw the shoes in her hand under the bed, climbed onto the bed before changing clothes, and buried herself in the bed In the soft quilt.

She couldn't quite tell what she was feeling right now. Fortunately, she was also scared and excited, but those were insignificant. What filled her mind was a kind of panic and throbbing that she had never experienced before.Aurora curled up and hugged herself, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, her heartbeat had no rhythm at all.

Her palms were cold, but her cheeks were hot from the upwelling of blood.Maybe it's because I ran too fast just now, and now I'm tightly covered in the quilt, so I'm short of oxygen, she thought.Now it's time to go to bed, no lateness, no penalty, nothing, tomorrow will be a normal weekend.

Aurora warned herself hypnotically, trying to hide in a dream to forget what just happened.She would lie to herself that it was just a dream and just wake up, and she would do it.

But the heartbeat that could not calm down made her plan come to nothing. She kept recalling the scene just now, and it seemed that the warmth of Snape's hand still remained on her skin.

Aurora threw off the quilt that was over her head and gasped for breath, almost drowning herself in the suffocation.

After lying on her back like this for an unknown amount of time, Aurora gradually felt that her heartbeat was not so out of control and crazy.She stretched out her trembling hand and pressed it to her face. After a long time of overloaded tension and running, a heavy sense of fatigue climbed up her limbs.

In a fuzzy dream, she huddled in the corner of the cold and hard stone staircase, waiting for a person with a faint smell of potion to reach out to her, and in the void but incomparably real, she touched her cheeks and shoulders, as well as her transparent hands. Hold together.

Aurora looked at the other's dark pupils, and finally understood why she was so scared.

It turned out that at that time, a momentary strong thought flashed through her mind - she wanted to hug the person in front of her, even if the other person couldn't see or touch her.

No, it was because of this that she had this idea.She wanted to hug him without letting him know.

……

Four hours earlier, Snape had met Dumbledore in the headmaster's office.When he walked in, Dumbledore was looking at the memory in the Pensieve quite engrossedly. He didn't move when he noticed that someone came in, but he habitually shook the old wand in his hand, and welcomed the other party: "Good evening, Severus."

Snape responded politely: "Good evening."

He didn't know who taught Dumbledore the habit of waving his wand as a greeting, but there was a time when Dumbledore greeted him like this with a kind smile, it would give him a chill a feeling of.

"I've discovered a lot of interesting things while I've been out." Dumbledore said, using the Elder Wand to sort out the memory in the Pensieve, and tilted his head towards Snape, "It's about Borginburg's shop .”

Snape looked at him a little surprised, but followed the other person's intention to look inside for a while, and then he understood: "The Dark Lord used to work there, so you think he should have discovered what is ?"

Dumbledore nodded and picked out another memory: "I did think so, but I discovered another thing because of it."

Snape saw that the main color of the picture in the Pensieve had changed to a translucent black gray, as if a layer of tobacco ash had been sprinkled in.The owner of Bojinbok shop was just as usual, holding the skull that was rubbed so smooth and shiny as his hair, complaining in a hoarse voice full of resentment: "Yes! Thief, damn thief! I I will never forget, that damned thief stole the most precious treasure from my store that summer more than a year ago."

Snape remembered that he had been there that day.

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the store suddenly smiled distortedly, looking particularly gloating and vicious: "But he is not much better. Ha, that thing has a big temper, and he will die full of pain. Every part of it The owners were either dead or crazy, and they sold it to me when they had no choice. That damned, stupid and money-grubbing dirty thief is no better than the previous owners of that thing."

"So what the hell is that?" came Dumbledore's voice.

"Oh—that's the most incredible thing I've ever seen." He said with a chuckle, and the dry and slender fingers stroking the skull turned into cheerfully jumping and kicking on the skull, his voice was horribly clear, "Real FYI, no one can get close to that baby after all. His previous owner told me it belonged to Salazar Slytherin when he sold it to me. I don't really care who it belongs to, but The magic on it...I don't think I'll ever see something so flawless again."

"It does sound like a gimmick." Dumbledore complimented strategically and tactfully.

"That's more than a gimmick," Burke corrected, as Dumbledore had hoped. "It's a unique treasure."

"That's a Horcrux." As he said, Bok shook his head, "Maybe I should pay attention to whether there are any homeless people who suddenly went crazy in St. Mungo recently, or go to some wilderness to see if there are any guys who died strangely, maybe I You can get it back. I paid a lot of money to buy it."

After he finished speaking, the screen began to fluctuate violently and then slowly disappeared.Snape looked at Dumbledore in surprise: "And that Horcrux is gone." Immediately afterwards, he felt something was wrong again, "How did you make him say all this?"

"As long as there are clues, there will always be a solution." Dumbledore smiled slightly, and avoided the topic, "But this incident made me think that maybe Tom also touched this Horcrux there, it is more likely... he And did the same thing."

Thinking that Riddle's behavior in the later period was indeed more and more cruel and crazy, and there was almost no sense at all at the end of the development-it was indeed very similar to the sequelae of making Horcruxes.

Snape speculated in his mind, and felt that the disappearance of the Horcrux in Bojinbok shop should not have much direct relationship with the Dark Lord, because the time and behavior did not match.

"Perhaps he did," said Snape, "but I don't think he came into contact with the Horcruxes at Borginbock and then started making his own. Because if he came into contact with the Horcruxes that Bock so greatly Appreciate and regard the Horcrux as a treasure, so that thing should not have disappeared more than a year ago."

He should have disappeared that day, not after he failed.

"You're right." Dumbledore smiled and looked at the other party and replied, suddenly thinking of the former head of Slytherin, the Potions professor who loved Riddle very much.

"Oh, and this." With a flick of the wand, another memory emerged.Dumbledore explained the reason in a few words, "His words gave me a lot of inspiration, so I followed the clue of Salazar Slytherin. It is difficult and trivial, but I am sure that , that necklace-like thing in the memory of Regulus' child is a relic belonging to Salazar Slytherin."

"A locket."

It was a necklace with a small brass-colored box pendant on a silver chain, with a small green S-shaped snake on it.

"Where did you know that?"

"Oh, there was a very old elf locked up in Azkaban whose owner was a collector of this locket."

Snape looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked: "Did Mr. Bork tell you what exactly is the Horcrux he lost?"

"Are you interested?"

"I happened to be there that day, but he didn't say anything or even plan to chase it back, so I was always curious. He didn't seem like the type of person who got hurt and didn't fight back."

"A very old notebook," Dumbledore replied.

notebook.

Almost immediately Snape remembered the same rainy day, the blond girl trapped in Knockturn Alley, and the old notebook she always seemed to carry with her.

"What's the matter? You seem to have some thoughts." Dumbledore said, looking at him.

Snape hesitated for a moment, and somehow remembered what Beverly said during the day - "She just doesn't like being discussed by too many people, so she doesn't want to be questioned any more."

It seems to be true, memory Aurora seems to always be very meek no matter what, neither active nor lagging behind, she is the kind of middle-level student who would not notice at a glance to the professor.

But at some level, I should have told Dumbledore about it.

"I was wondering, what did the Dark Lord want that locket for?" Snape heard himself answer.

"This is a problem, probably..." Dumbledore shook the memory in the Pensieve with the Elder Wand, looked at the shiny and free silvery white and said, "Maybe he is looking for a suitable Horcrux carrier. Slytherin's A locket would be appropriate."

"indeed so."

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