[HP] Butterfly Effect

1978. April [-]. Plymouth, England

The thick pure white mist pours down from above the light green stream, swallowing and blurring all the surrounding colors, and the steep spring breeze blows from the top of the mountain, full of dampness.

Aurora sat at the end of the wooden bridge by the creek and kicked the water for a while.It wasn't until the long straight light blond hair that was casually draped behind her was wetted by the excessive moisture in the air that she got up and pulled her feet back from the river, and pulled up the double-layered black-gray linen skirt that was rolled up to her knees casually. After wiping it twice, he jumped into the next shoe and tapped the ground with his toe to make sure he was wearing it.

This is a new hobby she has cultivated since she suddenly opened her eyes in a late autumn evening a year ago and found herself waking up in a completely strange environment.

At that time, her body was only six years old. After waking up from the endless darkness, everything reflected in her pupils was strange and old.The spider silk intertwined on the edge of the wooden window shone slightly in the bright sunlight, like a thin cloud, hanging there grayly, and she stared blankly for a long time before she was sure that she was not dreaming.

She was awake and had no idea where she was, who she had been, what she had done, or why she was here.

But she is very sure that she is not the original owner of this too young body, she only remembers in the depths of her empty and confused mind, after all the memories have been shattered into fly ashes and left her, there is only a pair of black eyes. Indistinct but indelible.

It was hazy and profound, as if it had been deeply engraved into her consciousness by some sharp weapon, and then eroded by countless hours of time.

Everything after that felt like a disaster.

A completely blank memory, an unimpressive family and an extremely unfamiliar environment.Aurora even had to start from scratch, learning the country's novel language bit by bit and adapting to this world that left her at a loss.She never accepted the country doctor's statement that "drowning caused excessive stimulation, so amnesia". What kind of amnesia have you seen that can make people go back so many years with language and psychological cognition?But on this matter, Aurora has always maintained a strategic silence, not to refute.

Not for anything else, just because the mother of the original owner of this body was so grief-stricken that she could no longer bear any blows. The poor woman who was originally deprived of most of her eyesight by illness, after crying again and again with grief and regret, almost lost her life. To be completely blind.

If she knew that her daughter had changed from the inside, she would die in the next second.

Aurora Rose Field, the name of the original owner of this body, she happily took it down. Anyway, she didn't remember who she was and what her original name was, but the little girl was too young.In a daze, she remembered that she shouldn't be so young.

With the changes in her body, Aurora noticed that her cognition and understanding level had also undergone a serious setback after a few days, and she was not much better than an ordinary little girl.Long and difficult sentences in English that are completely incomprehensible to ordinary children are still long and difficult sentences. The only advantage is that even if they do not understand, Aurora will not cry.

This phenomenon is very strange. Logically speaking, if she really degenerates into a little girl who is only six years old, she will not have this kind of consciousness.She should play and joke unscrupulously, and spit out all those children who dared to gang up on her to bully her and call her a monster, and she wouldn't bother to worry about how such a change happened to her.

Her current situation looks the same as a child who was forced to mature prematurely due to a distorted family environment, but is still young and innocent from the inside, with a temperament that is not suitable for her age.The difference is that Aurora's situation is just the opposite of this kind of child, her inner being is the over-aged one.

It's a pity that even so, the blank past and the weak and uncoordinated body functions make her at best a good child who never makes people worry about her, and she doesn't have much to do with "sophisticated" and "mature and stable".

Only occasionally, she would think that maybe she shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be like this.

Later she discovered the river and sat here for two hours every day.

Three months later, Aurora gave up her research on this difficult problem. Her current intelligence and knowledge are really not enough to support her to think about these problems.

She'd better think about how to go home safely and undisturbed for a while.

The Peterson triplets are nothing short of a nightmare, ambushing Aurora just in time on her way home, and playing tricks on you in every way you can think of without them.But compared to their endless prank tricks, their opening remarks are much inferior.The same so that as long as they open their mouths, Aurora can know what they are going to say-"the child of the monster", "your father is an old monster, your mother is dying, and you will be the next bastard".

God knows!Aurora has never met the father of the original owner of this body, let alone any grievances between him and this family.But judging from the performance of the devil triplets, Aurora is more inclined to believe that they deserve it.

But they were right about one thing, this body does have some differences from ordinary people.And thanks to them, Aurora only passively knew about it.

It happened a month after Aurora woke up from the "drowning incident", which Aurora remembers being the most embarrassing time for her, carrying a basket of potatoes and cabbages, and then being scared by their pet snake In a panic, he fell into the muddy puddle formed by the rain just beside him.

The feeling of being sweaty and drenched is really bad, and her fear of snakes has deepened from this.

At the same time, the triplets hated her even more deeply. The slogan of "little monster and bastard" was as loud as a bomb/bomb dropped from a plane during the London bombing, whizzing non-stop until it exploded. , I can't wait for the whole of Britain to hear it.

It's no wonder that Aurora overreacted, as long as a normal person was suddenly knocked down by a small golden python that fell from the sky, he would be frightened out of his wits.What's more, she was "only" a little over six years old at that time, lying on the ground and reaching out to touch it, the snake's scales were smooth and cold as if touching the edge of a knife, and the bright red letter was so gorgeous that it was shocking as if it had just licked blood.

Aurora screamed and struggled on the ground, and the basket in her hand was thrown out at some point, and the contents inside were scattered all over the ground.She swears that she has never exploded with such a great desire and potential for survival in this life or in her previous life. Not only did she manage to break free from the snake's temperatureless body and fell into the mud pit, but she also used the snake she just bought from the market. The potatoes and veggies that came smashed it up.

The triplets of the Peterson family also rolled down from the tree.

The horror on their faces was no less than that of Aurora.

Then Aurora found that those vegetables and potatoes were not thrown out by herself, but they spontaneously floated up like small cannonballs with eyes, and hit the buttocks and heads of the three nasty little boys. past.

One of the eggs, which was already full of cracks, died with the pants of the eldest of the triplets, leaving a bright yellow mark in the center of the pants to show his heroic sacrifice.

There was also a potato who was too fat to catch up in time, and jumped on the spot as if expressing his dissatisfaction.And the moment the golden python raised its head and opened its mouth, Fat Potato catapulted himself into its mouth without hesitation, and got stuck between its fangs.

The golden python hesitated for a moment, as if it didn't want to swallow this thing.Because this kind of stuff doesn't help it hibernate at all.

Aurora burst into tears, ran out of the mud puddle in disgrace before she even had time to pick up the basket, and went straight to the house, wrapped in a blanket and curled up by the fireplace, unable to utter a complete sentence.The mother groped over, felt the mud and wetness on Aurora's body, and slowly pressed her fingertips to her cheek. The warm tears made her tremble slightly, then hugged the shivering little girl tightly, and kissed her forehead.

It wasn't until the sun went down that Aurora remembered that she had lost all the food for the next few days.

Even though her mother repeatedly said that there was no need to go again, and the leftover soft bread at home could help them get through the night, Aurora still returned to the mud pit along the original road with a lantern after a few struggles.

No snakes, no nasty triplets, just a few cracked eggs and two dirty cabbages, a few scattered potatoes.

Aurora poked the potatoes with a branch to make sure they would not move again, then picked them up with trembling hands.

In the next few days, when Aurora watched her mother use them and other ingredients to slowly cook a thick soup, her mood was extremely complicated, and she drank the soup with a look of death.

It was a good thing mother's eyes were not so good, Aurora had never been gifted in the ancient, smooth art of making excuses.

Unexpectedly and fortunately, when I went home today, Aurora did not meet the disgusting triplets—although to some extent, she was the one hated the most by the people in the town— This will keep her in a good mood until tomorrow morning.

In the UK in April, sunshine is an absolute luxury.The soft and temperatureless wind dried Aurora's wet hair, and also swept away the heat that had been accumulated on her body.

In all fairness, she doesn't have that fanatical desire for sunny weather, and in a place like England, you can never expect the sun to be generous.So she is not looking forward to or even a little bit unwilling to come to spring.

What a wonderful winter, no mosquitos, no spiders, and most importantly, no snakes.

Perfect except for the cold.

After pushing the door open, Aurora, as usual, teased Carter, the brown-patterned dog who was squatting outside the door waiting to greet her.Carter was happy to see her, and leaned over to lick Aurora's hand, trying to warm her cold, pale fingers.

Aurora rubbed Carter's head lightly, and fed Carter with a small piece of dried bacon in her pocket that hadn't been fed last time, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a slender figure standing in the open space in the backyard of the house.

The man had thick curly black hair, dark gray eyes as deep and shining as gray crystals with misty deposits, and several obvious scars on his face.There is no doubt that he is a very handsome young man. At the age of seventeen or eighteen, Shaohua is just in the prime of his life.The premise is that if he changes the somewhat torn jacket on his body.

Aurora watched him for a while, not understanding what he was looking at.Then after looking around, she began to wonder if this person was looking at her.

Maybe...he's a friend of the real Aurora?It's a bit unlikely given your age.

That's... someone who knew Aurora before?She really didn't want to associate the word "father", this boy was too young, it was impossible.

The boy stood there for a long time, Aurora hugged Carter and stared at him for a while, before deciding whether to go over to ask him if he needed help, another strange voice sounded behind Aurora up.

"Excuse me, is this Olova Field's?" The speaker was a boy, about Aurora's age, with short brown hair curled up comically, and warm golden brown eyes.

"Aurora." Aurora corrected him, then turned to look in the direction of that strange tall boy, only to find that he had disappeared.

"Oh, sorry." The boy scratched his head, as if he was a little embarrassed because he called the other party by the wrong name when they met for the first time.Aurora looked at the other party, "What's the matter?"

"We just moved here, just across from your house." The boy pointed to the log-colored house opposite where movers kept coming in and out. "My name is Gerard Vauxel Chevalier."

"Aurora Rose Field, nice to meet you, little Monsieur Chevalier."

"Call me Vox, that's what my dad calls me." Vox said, taking out the hand behind his back, holding a box of things with a card on it, "Dad asked me to deliver it, I wish the neighbors joy."

Generally speaking, the informal address is directly used by the correct name, and the middle name and nickname are rarely used unless the name has any special meaning.

"Thank you, just call me Aurora." Aurora took the box and asked Vaux to enter the living room to wait for a while, and she went to wrap a pack of wild berry pancakes just baked yesterday as a gift.

But when Aurora entered the kitchen, she was stunned by the sight in front of her:

The dining table, which should have been empty, was piled up with fresh ingredients, various fruits and vegetables, and some fresh meat. There was also a bag of waterproof cloth covered with oiled parchment paper, and even a Several books that look brand new.

This is definitely an illusion.

Aurora rubbed her stomach with stomach pain, was she already so hungry that she was hallucinating?

She closed her eyes, then opened them again, they were still there.Aurora took a deep breath, turned and walked out of the kitchen, then paused for a while, then turned back and opened the door.

The things on the table are motionless, and there are many of them, silently piled up there, almost innocent.

"What's the matter? Phil... Aurora?" Vaux didn't understand why she walked out and in again inexplicably.

She mumbled a few meaningless monosyllables, her light brown eyes staring at the pile in disbelief.Vaux looked inside curiously, quite surprised: "It's very rich."

"Sorry... But, what day is it?" Aurora finally admitted that it was not a hallucination, because the boy next to him saw it too, didn't he?

Please tell her that today is Christmas, otherwise she really can't find a reason to comfort herself.

"April eighteenth." Vox gave her an odd look, as if weighing the girl's mental health.

"Okay..." Aurora walked in, quickly and skillfully rummaged through the closet to find what she was looking for, wrapped a large bag of wild berry biscuits and stuffed them into Vaux's hands, with a bright and far-fetched smile, "Neighborhood is pleasant." Is it time for you to go back to eat?"

Vox twitched the corners of his mouth because of her smile, took the biscuit and left quickly.

It seems that a happy neighborhood is impossible.Aurora is absolutely sure.

She looked back at the pile of inexplicably extra things, and quickly ran upstairs to find her mother with her skirt in hand.

For some reason, the black-haired boy she had just seen in the open space outside the backyard suddenly flashed in her mind.

The author has something to say:

Try to find a suitable background music in each chapter and put it in the content summary. The character in Chapter 1——Gerard Vauxel Chevalier, the character design provided by Jinjiang Eddie: [Secret Sound Echo], the wand and its characteristics and guardian beast test from pottermore.

This article follows the plain style of Buddhism, slow heat, and long flow of water. It may be procrastinating for some readers, but there is no way. Whoever makes the male lead a professor will not get up quickly.

That's right, the male lead is a professor The male lead is a professor The male lead is a professor.

Age difference has love.The pen is useless and I personally don't like it, so there will be no standard infatuated male second and entangled love triangle, all cp one-on-one, at most when necessary, there will be a cannon fodder male supporting role who only appears in two or three chapters to stimulate the emotional line.

The heroine has a gentle and casual personality, occasionally talking loudly, and believes in "quiet as a chicken, plain and true".

The one sentence used is... you can take this story as a light-hearted literary film with the tone of an old movie.

Because the original purpose of setting this story is to give the professor a gentle and peaceful ending, so that he can relax and face someone calmly without disguise.

Therefore, it is destined to be a story like warm water.

For Buddhist writers, having readers is a matter of fate, whether it is hot or not depends on fate.

So, happy reading.