[HP] Butterfly Effect

As a natural animal tamer, you should know that many magical creatures possess far more powerful and strange abilities than wizards.

For example, thunderbirds can predict danger, invisible beasts can predict the future with high probability, thestrals can perceive death, unicorns can distinguish the purity of human hearts, and so on.

But of all these creatures, one is the most special.

The time of their existence can no longer be considered. They are called the messengers of the god of death. They live in the dark deep sea and only surface collectively under extremely rare circumstances.

Their eyes have degenerated and they cannot see anything.The head appears as if stitched and sewn together, the double fins are long and wide, the skin of the whole body is dark, and there are no bones in the body, only cartilage for support.

Their appearance means the appearance of violent storms and death.

They are called ghost sharks.

—Helga Hufflepuff manuscript "Hello, Magical Creatures Ancient Mysterious Creatures Volume"

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——Do you remember when you started dreaming every time?

—no one will remember.

It should be a kind of marine magic creature with phototaxis, attracted by the fireworks and lights on the shore.

Aurora followed the vortex and ran over, and the large dark blue ocean waves churned and broke on the reef, throwing out many suspended moist fine water droplets that obscured her sight and her whole body, exuding a familiar fishy and salty smell.However, before it completely approached the tourist area, the vortex suddenly stopped, and the spiral ripples were quickly smoothed and dispersed by the never-ending waves until they disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, huge waves rose from the surface of the sea without warning, majestic.Many fish were swept ashore by such turbulent and turbulent currents, jumping on the sea surface one after another.Where the skyline and the sea level meet and merge, there are gradually dazzling white lights, like irregular cracks. A heavy roar comes from the top of the head. The human scalp is numb.

Summer storms, which are common in this season, come and go quickly, very quickly.

Some belated seagulls were staggered by the wind and fell into the forest to escape, their wings barely reaching the wind's tail in an effort to keep their balance and not be blown into the sea.Aurora stood in the shallow water and watched blankly for a while, until Vaux's voice came from behind: "Are they gone?"

"It seems to be." Aurora said as she walked towards the shore, wringing out the wet skirt casually, "Maybe they felt the storm, so they were forced to migrate here."

Maybe it's a magical creature that can sense changes in the weather, so it gathers when the storm comes.thought Aurora.

"Let's go back." Vox looked up at the sky, a layer of oppressive black, with deep cold and bright blue floating in the gaps between the clouds, "It's about to rain."

"it is good."

Halfway through, the heavy rain suddenly fell, so dense that people couldn't see the road in front of them clearly. Even the lights of the street lamps seemed to be washed away by such heavy rain and melted away. It was hazy and foggy.Bean-sized raindrops scattered crystal clear in the thick background of the night. Aurora and Vox shielded the rain with their hands and rushed back, waving goodbye on the street at the door.

After returning home, Aurora took a shower. After turning on the faucet that had not been used all year round, the water that flowed out was all reddish dirty water, mixed with mud and sand and rotten black-green moss, and it gradually cleared up after a while.She filled the buckets at home with clean water as much as possible for the next few days. After all, such a strong storm is bound to affect the water quality of the local reservoir in recent days. There is no harm in storing more. This is what Marianne taught her.

After washing, Aurora returned to the room in her pajamas, took out the belongings of Edmond and Marianne, sorted them out and looked at them again, picked out the items that needed to be dried, and waited quietly for the hair to dry.

In the old box left by Edmond, there is a photo album of Muggle photography, which is full of photos of Aurora and her mother.From the time she was swaddled, to the first time she learned to eat cake with a spoon, the white cream was all over her face and hands.

After reading one of them, she put them aside casually. The room was very quiet, only her figure was engraved on the wall by the light, so lonely that it was almost desolate.

The time on the pocket watch had pointed to 10:30 in the evening, and Aurora said good night to Mr. Slytherin in the diary as usual, and then turned off the light and went to bed.

Not long after, she climbed out of bed resentfully, relit the lamp, and then retreated into the bed contentedly, blocking most of the light and all the sound of wind and rain outside the house from the over-covered quilt.

She seemed to be asleep, but not quite sure, a strange but real sense of chaos surrounded her.There was a clear and regular knock on the door from the door of the room, and Aurora got under the quilt in a daze, trying to ignore it and let it calm down by itself.

However, the knock on the door was getting closer and closer, even as if it was knocking against Aurora's eardrums, forcing her to struggle out of that chaotic feeling with a splitting headache.

The knock on the door went away all of a sudden, but it still rang persistently, lingering at the door of the room, refusing to leave, without even changing the rhythm and intensity, it sounded mechanical and cold.

Maybe it was because she went to bed before her hair was completely dry, Aurora rubbed her sore forehead, thinking unconsciously, she casually grabbed her long hair backwards.They are messy and decadent on the shoulders, carrying a warm moisture, which is uncomfortable to the touch, like a pile of seaweed in a tropical ocean current.

The knock on the door urged her, so Aurora had to lift the quilt and get out of bed to open the door.When she reached out to touch the cold doorknob, a thought flashed through her mind, maybe she shouldn't have opened the door so hastily.

But there was nothing behind the door, and the dark corridor ended with stairs, as usual.

The smell of sea water is densely spreading in the air, the whole night is very quiet, it seems that the storm has passed, and there is even bright moonlight pouring from the window to the ground, the glaze dyes a delicate and cool dull blue-green, like It is as bright and beautiful as the blooming flowers of noctilucent plants.

Why is the moonlight this color?Aurora looked at the half-lit living room in bewilderment, and stood at the top of the stairs, hesitating.The knock on the door went away again, and this time it stayed at the door of the whole house, irritatingly not giving up.

Aurora went downstairs, stepped barefoot into the halo, and opened the door.

More dark blue-green light waved, shrouded like velvet, so fragile and bright in the dark night.Aurora saw that there was still no one outside, but there were many colorful sea fish swimming in the air in front of her, as carefree as if she was on the bottom of the sea.

When she walked out, the breath she exhaled turned into transparent water bubbles that floated upwards, and finally burst open again.Aurora stood on the deserted street for a long time, watching the fish swimming above her head, beside her, wagging their tails happily everywhere she could see, and finally realized that the whole town was soaked in water. the bottom of the sea.

A large number of strange fishes sprang out from the invisible darkness, dragged out a deeper darkness, and squeezed away the only remaining blue-green light.They were covered in black, their heads looked like pieces of rags stitched together, their fins were long and wide, and they swirled and slid towards Aurora.

She felt that someone held her hand from the darkness, pulling her forward unceremoniously, with smooth and erratic steps, as if they hadn't touched the ground at all, and the speed was very fast.It was the kind of situation where Aurora had to trot all the way to barely keep up with her being taller than her peers.

Those ghost sharks with weird and terrifying appearances were swimming beside the two of them. Aurora reached out curiously but missed nothing. What flowed between her fingers was the water brought up by her movements. When her fingertips touched some kind of Something cool and elastic, like a living piece of ice.

Aurora looked back at the man who was dragging her forward. He was wearing a large cloak of unknown color, and the outstretched hands were only pale bones, without skin or flesh, looking like a skeleton.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, not seeming at all frightened.

"It's this question again." The man smiled hoarsely, it sounded like it was squeezed out of his throat, and it sounded like the horrible creaking sound of bones grinding, "You have asked me this question many times, I Don't waste your time telling you, because you're a fool who hasn't made any progress. As for where you're going, why don't you go and see for yourself?"

"do we know each other?"

"I know each and every one of you."

After hearing the other party's words, Aurora simply stopped talking and let herself be dragged away by him, without realizing that she had a strange tacit acquiescence to what the other party said.Aurora looked up and looked forward, and suddenly thought that if she went straight along this road, she would only go to...

"Hogwarts?" Aurora looked in disbelief at the majestic, ancient and solemn castle with steeples in front of her.Of course the castle now had only a pale outline, looking thin and flat.Rather than saying that it really exists there, it is better to say that what stands there is a giant realistic line drawing.

She saw the man in the cloak suddenly lift his bony, sharp hand bones and touch the door of Hogwarts.In an instant, the complicated and warm colors exploded and spread on his fingertips like paint dripping in water, quickly occupying every inch of space close to the outside of the castle.Hogwarts became three-dimensional and real at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Go in and have a look." He said, with a high voice, a kind of hoarseness that could not be concealed.

Aurora pushed open the door and walked forward step by step. The colors drove away the surrounding nothingness like waves, and every scene and detail became plump and delicate again, just as she remembered.

There are hundreds of candles floating in the tall and gorgeous auditorium with a dome, and the old talking hat giggles and jumps on top of her head. The corridors with people coming and going, from the top of the tower to the ground, from the forest to the school, are noisy and noisy. The castle is awake and alive.

Aurora walked up the aisles and stairs to the area of ​​those moving stairs leading to the top.As soon as she stepped on it, those stairs all began to change their original positions, connecting with each other, blending head to tail.Like an endless Penrose staircase, she circles eternally on it, and she can't get out no matter what, there is no end and no beginning.

"Did I have this dream?" She suddenly woke up a little bit, and stopped at a certain place on this weird staircase, feeling as if she had been tricked, "I seem to have dreamed about it a long time ago."

That was the day Sirius first appeared in her backyard and disappeared, leaving behind a bunch of stuff, a few books.That night, Aurora had this dream after reading the book "Hogwarts, A School History". She dreamed that she was dragged around Hogwarts by someone, but she couldn't get out. Surrounded by invisible human-shaped color blocks.

The only difference is that the dream at that time was not as clear as it is now.

"Your reaction is faster than last time." The man praised hypocritically, although Aurora couldn't see his shadowed face under the wide hood, she instinctively felt that the other party might be smiling, contemptuous and malicious.

There was water creeping up from the bottom of the castle, and Aurora watched the water level rise higher and higher, submerging the layers of portraits and spaces, with a ghostly green light feeling.

She climbed the stairs and jumped in without hesitation.The moment before she fell into the water, she heard harsh and cold sharp laughter from the endless staircase.

The water scrambled to surround her, and the feeling of suffocation was too real.Aurora couldn't help but began to struggle, trying to get out of the water.

The moment the heavy water film was broken, she gasped and looked around, stunned.

Here is the river at Plymouth Docks, where the real Aurora Field stumbled and drowned, and came back to the origin of the world.

The skeleton hand in the cloak was standing on the shore watching her, the hanging robe fluttering like an angel.

……

Early in the morning, Snape and Newt met in the restaurant of the mobile home.The elves are queuing up, and skillfully and respectfully put black tea and other breakfasts on the tables. Before leaving, they add a sentence: "I hope you have a good breakfast, ladies and gentlemen."

It was Newt who saw the other party first, but it was Snape who took the initiative to speak. He looked at the other party's face: "You don't seem to be resting well?"

"It took too long last night because of a few new magical creatures," Newt replied curtly.After a perfunctory breakfast, they quickly went to Aurora's house together.

It had just rained in Plymouth, and the air was humid and crisp, with heavy dark clouds overhead, all grayish blue.Newt found the hut according to the address that the other party wrote to him when he and Aurora wrote to him for the last time, but was surprised to find that the door of the house was open, and there was a layer of muddy shallow water in the living room, smelling of mud and sea. fishy smell.

Snape frowned, glanced at the house number and street name, walked into the living room and looked around, the hem of his black robe was soaked with water.He walked in and found that the kitchen and the study on the first floor were empty.

"Aurora?" Newt hesitated, stood at the door and knocked, "Are you there?"

Snape's face became a little gloomy in an instant. He carefully examined every detail here, and found no trace of damage by magic.Although the furniture is small in number and very old, it is placed in a normal position without dust accumulation, obviously it was cleaned not long ago.

"There aren't many wizards going there, so it's quite dangerous." Steele's words resounded in Snape's mind for no reason.He clicked his tongue, very annoyed.

At this time, a faint but familiar voice suddenly came from the door. Aurora stood drenched outside the courtyard gate, staring blankly at the people in the room. Her calves were covered with mottled bloodstains and mud and sand traces. Cheng Chun: "...Professor? Why are you so early?"

Newt was the closest to her, and he was startled when he saw Aurora's appearance. He was about to say something, but found that Snape had already walked out of the room quickly, standing in front of the pale girl, his expression and voice were clear. With a dark sulk: "Who did it?"

Aurora looked down at her feet, as if she had just noticed that she was bleeding: "I don't know what happened, when I woke up this morning, I found myself by the river."

There is also a long and weird dream. She is trapped in Hogwarts and can't get out. She finally breaks free, but finds that she seems to have returned to the beginning of everything, like an endless loop.

"I seem to have a dream, not very good." She said, being taken to sit on the sofa in the room, watching Snape and Newt clean up the living room and restore it to its original state.

"Given that you woke up early in the morning and found yourself almost dead, I think the badness of your dream can be ignored." Snape looked at her, but he didn't find any magical scars on her body, only the scar on her left leg The calf seemed to be bitten by something, and blood was slowly oozing out.

"You'd better think about who you saw yesterday," he said as he cleaned the stain around Aurora's wound.

Newt saw the clue at a glance, opened his own box and prepared to go down and bring up the potion: "It's a ghost shark, she was bitten by a ghost shark, it's not about those dark wizards nearby. I think I still have some whites left here." It can be used fresh."

Not long after he finished speaking, he quickly crawled out of the box with a bottle containing white meat, and quickly explained: "This kind of magical creature is very ancient and difficult to tame. They usually live in the deep sea, and only when they interact/ It is a carnivorous shark with a very vicious temperament that comes to shallow water only when there is a storm in the matching season.”

"So if you get bitten, you will have hallucinations?" Snape asked, taking the white meat in his hand.

"This is not yet conclusive. Because ghost sharks are very rare, according to the previous statement..."

Before Newt finished speaking, Aurora took it, "Seeing them means death has appeared, right?"

Snape glanced at her and sneered: "Then should I praise you for being able to escape from death? Field, you never seem to understand how to write the word risk aversion, do you? Regardless of whether the legend is true or not, you Could it be that you are so graciously leaning towards the mouths of those ancient sharks when you know you can't use magic and can't open the box?" He said through gritted teeth, his emotion was almost angry, and he pointed the drugged hand The white cotton ball pressed hard on the wound to stop the last bleeding gap.

Aurora trembled in pain, tears were almost forced out, and she couldn't speak fluently: "No... I don't remember being bitten by a ghost shark."

"Then what do you remember in your troll-like brain?! Or that you were bitten by a troll in the Forbidden Forest, so you were infected with their forgetfulness and stupidity by the way?!"

Aurora gaped, feeling her legs cramp in pain.

Newt looked at the two young men in silence, organized his words with difficulty, put his eyes back on the cork in his hand, and said as nonchalantly as possible: "This is normal. There is something in the ghost shark's saliva. Nerve paralyzing toxins and hallucinogens, and usually have a latency period of two to three hours, maybe you fell asleep later, so there will be no impression. This hallucinogen is not directly fatal , but it will make people fall into a hallucination, destroy the original memory, and keep the infected person alive until the blood runs out to death. That kind of scene looks a lot like being possessed by a devil or being drawn by the god of death, That's why they're called reapers and ghost sharks."

Snape let go of the blood-stained cotton ball and threw it into the trash can beside him, with a mean and sharp smile on the corner of his mouth, looking very angry, "Cheers, Field, you still know how to go home instead of directly Jump into the river and paddle non-stop."

"Ghost sharks are the hardest to approach during mating/mating season. You may have been bitten while in the sea." Newt looked at Aurora and said, "It's not serious, at least it's better than when I first came into contact with them Yes. That time I lay down for almost three days before recovering."

Aurora tried hard to think about what happened before going to bed, and said with some uncertainty: "It may have been yesterday evening, when the storm came at that time. I saw a vortex on the sea surface, but it disappeared soon... But I went home with Vox yesterday, and he didn't see me hurt or anything."

"That may be because he didn't pay attention." Newt thought for a while, and only this argument made sense, "Because you couldn't feel the wound at first."

is that so?Aurora felt something was wrong, but couldn't think of a better explanation.She remembered that she didn't find any signs of injury when she took a shower and dressed at home last night, but this morning she was inexplicably lying by the river in Plymouth, where she was last in that dream.

Could it be... What I was dreaming was not a dream, those were all real, and I walked to that river by myself?But……

She suddenly remembered what the black shadow said to herself in the dream, "Because you are a fool who has no progress at all."

She couldn't get out of Hogwarts, repeated dreams...

This stuff is chilling.

"You take a rest first, Aurora, I'll come back in the afternoon." Newt closed the box and stood up with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry I have to leave, I have to meet with Meiya Stone and the others. The situation here It's worse than I thought."

"Here?" Aurora repeated. "You mean Plymouth?"

"Professor Snape will tell you the specific situation, I have to go."

"Okay, bye."

"Goodbye."

After Newt left, only Aurora and Snape were left in the room, and the atmosphere was frozen and awkward like never before.Before she could figure out how to strike up a conversation with the other party, the humiliating grunt of hunger rang out first.

She decided to temporarily put aside those dreams and the question of the origin of the wound, and solve the more practical question at the moment: "Professor, have you had breakfast?"

The other party stared at her coldly, Aurora scratched her face, and sincerely invited: "I'm going to make some breakfast, would you like some?"

"Take care of yourself," Snape said and walked away.Aurora tried to move her feet. After confirming that she felt nothing, she stepped on the floor barefoot and went back to the second floor. She found a pair of other shoes from the drawer at the bottom of the closet to wear, and then went downstairs after washing in the bathroom.

Breakfast was easy to prepare. Considering that Snape should have already eaten it, Aurora prepared her own portion, as well as a fruit tea and a few small and fragrant pastries baked yesterday for him. .

She put these things in front of Snape with a gentle and respectful attitude: "Thank you." Snape didn't speak.

Aurora sat back at the table and rolled up the sauce-covered noodles with a knife and fork. When she was halfway through eating, she suddenly looked up at Snape who was drinking tea from a teacup in front of her, and asked, "Professor, do you believe in this world?" Is there a god of death?"

The author has something to say:

Aurora's injury was not bitten by the sea, there was a pit here.The dream she had, going back to Hogwarts, appeared at the beginning of Chapter 3.

The Ghost Shark has a realistic prototype, and all the functions and so on are all made up by me, for the sake of the plot.

The first half is actually a lot of information.

This chapter is quite deceptive.By the way, I don't know what's going on recently, but the collection is rising a little faster? ?

In fact, I don't have a fixed update time, so you don't need to remind me to update. [From the author of a scumbag who dies without breaking his mind]

Seeing that some friends are asking about the background music, everyone clicks on the content list, and there is background music in the content summary of each chapter.

Finally, the daily confession of Newt, being fed dog food forever, always being caught in the middle, Scamander.