[HP] Butterfly Effect

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening after the new students were settled, and Aurora didn't expect to spend so much time.Bradley Palmer, a Hufflepuff prefect in her grade, said with a smile that it was because she was so popular: “I remember you don’t seem to read the Daily Prophet much? It's all about natural animal tamers, and it's normal for them to be curious."

"I hope their curiosity can be transferred to other places in Hogwarts as soon as possible." Aurora smiled and waved goodbye to the other party, leaving the common room and heading towards the Slytherin head's office go.

She had never walked this road in the middle of the night, and it felt like she was drilling a grave, from the heat and humidity of summer directly to the coldness of late autumn, and the waves of green light on the walls and above her head were dark and ominous.

Aurora knocked on the door of the office and walked in, seeing that Snape was sorting out something with his back turned to her: "Professor, Beverly said you were looking for me?"

"Take off your glasses and sit on them," Snape said, and a black wooden chair slid behind Aurora following the tap of his wand.

She took off her glasses and did so, her eyes narrowed unconsciously because of the blurred vision, and she couldn't see the expression of the person in front of her clearly, the expression on his face was covered by the excessively diffuse light.

The results of the examination were similar to Snape's expectations. The sequelae of being cut by Shenfeng Wuying back then had accumulated over the years.Even if the continued decline of vision is prevented now, it is too difficult to restore it to its original level.At least among the potion formulas he knows so far, none of them can really cure this eye disease.

He frowned and retracted the hazy green light that enveloped Aurora's eyes, turned around and took a jar of potion ingredients that hadn't been labeled yet from the cabinet, and said without looking up: "You can go back."

Aurora put on her glasses again: "Thank you, Professor."

When she reached the door, she put her hand on the cold and rough iron door knocker, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Professor, I don't know if I made a mistake. However, it seems that Headmaster Dumbledore recruits Is it right for a new professor to come in? Because every year someone leaves."

Snape stopped turning off the lights, still frowning, and looked at her with an uneasy expression: "If you have something to say right now, I suggest you just say what you really want to say."

"I just found out that it seems that every teacher who has been a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts has left at the end of the school year, Professor." Aurora grabbed the door knocker in her hand, and she could feel the thin sweat gradually seeping from her palm, It melted away a piece of moist warmth and emotions that she couldn't explain herself.

"Maybe it was something else, maybe it was an accident. They never got re-elected."

Aurora couldn't tell which was more mixed up between his nervousness about taking the position and her own nervousness about saying those words.After all, judging from the difference in their identities, she has no reason or position to say these things.

Apparently Snape was also aware of this, so when Aurora said what he just said, his expression changed unnaturally, and then quickly gathered into the most common blank expression, staring blankly and indifferently. Looking at her: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I think this phenomenon is very worrying, sir." Aurora was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Because it's you now."

She said that last sentence softly, even softly, but Snape heard it anyway.Those fluttering syllables are like a series of cut pearls, falling one by one into the deep black and silent Dead Sea, emitting a transparent and clear brilliance.

This feeling is very strange, there is a long-lost dense emotion slowly flowing in the chest, difficult and obscure like the first burst of melted water, but it seems that there is an unbearable burden on the shoulders.He maintained a rigid expression, but his eyes couldn't help becoming focused and weird, as if he didn't know the person in front of him at all.

However, Snape had always been quick to adjust and control his emotions.He stopped looking at Aurora, but focused on the parchment and potion materials in his hand, and said indifferently: "I'm surprised that you can feel danger too. Then why don't you put it in the same way?" Use it for your own business?"

This reaction was much gentler than she imagined, Aurora blinked, she thought Snape would sneer at her meddling and self-indulgent, and then throw her out.

She wasn't sure exactly what Snape understood his words to mean, but his answer showed Aurora that he didn't resent her concern.

that's enough.

Aurora smiled relaxedly: "I think I will, good night sir, you go to bed early."

After speaking, she opened the door and walked out briskly.

……

Potions class for the new school year has been rescheduled for Wednesday afternoon at the same location.Everyone was full of curiosity about this lazy and cheerful Professor Slughorn, and they all started asking each other about his teaching methods and atmosphere when they were having lunch in the restaurant.

The sixth grade Gryffindor had already attended his class on Monday. According to them, the new professor and Snape were two extremes.He didn't like point deductions very much, and his preference wasn't just for Slytherins.As long as anyone had some particularly outstanding talents in potions or other fields, he would show obvious appreciation.

"I heard that Felicia Langman was the first to make the Potion of Living Hell in class, and he immediately gave Gryffindor ten points." Vox said to Aurora, his tone was not like anyone else's. That kind of exaggerated surprise seemed much calmer, "They all said that Professor Slughorn didn't care much about blood. I mean, you know that he was the former head of Slytherin, right? But he doesn't It's rather rare to exclude a Muggle-born student."

"That's right." Aurora nodded.

In the afternoon class, she arrived a little early as usual, and as soon as she entered the classroom, she saw Slughorn and Snape leaning against the window.They seemed to be talking about something, when they heard someone open the door and come in, the two turned their heads to look at the person at the door at the same time.

Aurora could clearly see that Snape's face darkened the moment he saw himself, and the line of his jaw tightened.Although the change in his expression was not obvious because of the backlight.

"Miss Field." Slughorn looked at her with a wide smile, his light green eyes sparkling, and he didn't seem to mind her sudden appearance interrupting his conversation with Snape, "Albus I mentioned you to me, I don't think I remembered your name wrong, right?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry to bother you, I didn't know you were here with Professor Snape, I think I'd better…"

Before Aurora finished speaking, Slughorn happily picked it up: "Don't bother, you can just sit here, and the class will start soon." Then, he pointed to the A table with steaming cauldrons and copies of last month's Daily Prophet.

"You don't mind, Severus."

"Not at all," said Snape stiffly.

Aurora could only follow Slughorn's words and walk over to sit at the table, the summer sun shrouded from the window above her head, blooming on her long hair, the color was transparent to brilliant.Spiral smoke spread from the crucible in front of her. Aurora took off the glasses covered in water vapor, and looked at the potion inside with a little surprise. Its fragrance was very attractive.

Slughorn looked at her with interest: "What's the matter, do you know what it is?" "Maybe it's a love potion?" Aurora replied after thinking, "Their smoke shape and color are very iconic. .”

This was what she had read from the Potions textbook Snape had given her.It is not difficult for her to remember these, but it will be very difficult to actually do it.Her magic power always seems to be difficult to integrate with those potion ingredients.

"Exactly." Slughorn gave Snape a vague look, "Then do you know what it does?"

"It creates a strong sense of attachment, but it's not true love."

"That's right, five points!" He nodded delightedly. "You can smell everything you crave in it. Try and see what you smell, kid?"

Aurora hesitated for a moment, leaned closer to the cauldron and took a deep breath, a strong fresh smell of the forest after the rain filled her lungs, and she couldn't help breathing more: "I smell, The smell of damp woods after rain. And...the smell of sea water, the smell of magical creatures' feathers warmed by the sun, and..."

There is also a very familiar bitter potion smell.It was a constant smell in Snape's office and on him.

It was reflected by the love potion, the most real delusion in her heart.

"What else?" Slughorn demanded.Aurora glanced at Snape's black robe, and replied in a stiff tone: "I'm not sure, it might be some kind of ink smell."

She had lied, and Snape could tell it was easy, as he studied her demeanor coldly.But he didn't intend to expose her, although this discovery made him a little impatient, but this is not the purpose of his coming here today.He came to test the attitude and tone of his former teacher, about what Slughorn revealed to the Dark Lord back then, and whether he really knew the soul created by the Dark Lord as Dumbledore thought. number of devices.

In fact, at the opening banquet last night.When Slughorn sat next to Snape, the first thing he said was surprise that Aurora, who was sitting at the table by the wall, didn't belong to Slytherin house.Snape guessed the reason why he was willing to agree to Dumbledore to come out again this time and serve as the professor of Potions.

Slughorn has always liked to befriend and win over students with outstanding intelligence and talent, and in this peaceful age when the Dark Lord has temporarily disappeared, he has no reason to refuse to know a natural animal trainer.Throughout the banquet, Snape listened to his nagging and sighing, nothing more than regretting that Newt Scamander refused to join his slug club, and that Aurora Field was still not a Slytherin. .

Obviously, Dumbledore knew his old friend's preferences very well. After the griffin incident in Diagon Alley got out of control, he didn't have much trouble convincing Slughorn.Therefore, Snape has reason to infer that Dumbledore actually wanted Aurora to find out the truth about the Horcrux, after all, Slughorn was very defensive towards Dumbledore.Just like asking her to get Salazar Slytherin's promise to ensure that the Chamber of Secrets will not be opened to threaten the students in the school.

This conjecture was quickly confirmed.Just on the first Wednesday after school started, Snape mentioned a very lightly in his conversation with Dumbledore.Dumbledore also answered him very lightly, indeed.

After Snape heard it, he felt an unknown anger in his heart, but his face was still very calm, and he couldn't see any problem, he just said: "I'm really surprised that you trust her so much."

"Maybe. But she's obviously worth it, isn't she?" Dumbledore's voice sounded soft, as if he was probing something, his blue eyes quickly swept across Snape's pale and hard face, "I I think you might not quite agree with me choosing her, do you? But I really can't think of a better candidate, neither you nor I are suitable."

"I don't need to agree or disapprove." Snape corrected, "So you've asked Field already?"

Dumbledore replied: "Not yet, I think it would be better to tell her later. At least next week."

Next week is Sirius Black's cassation trial.Snape knew that every time he came to Dumbledore, he would definitely be shocked by the other party, and it had always been like this.

"If you really disagree, maybe you can try to communicate with Horace." Dumbledore continued, "I think, at least in comparison, he may be more willing to talk to you. After all, you were once his One of my favorite students."

"I don't think so." Snape denied Dumbledore's every word and suggestion.

"Then we can only count on that child Aurora." Dumbledore sighed regretfully, "It's lucky that Pomona has her as a student."

Yes, she was a student of Pomona Sprout, and what the Headmaster of Hogwarts wanted her to do had nothing to do with the Head of Slytherin.

Snape understood the meaning of the other person's words, gritted his teeth to restrain the sullen expression, pulled a smirk and left.He wasn't worried that Aurora would suffer any harm from Slughorn, as Dumbledore said, he would take a fancy to this natural animal tamer, especially after he failed to win Newt back then .Let her approach Slughorn is indeed the best candidate.

But he was very disgusted that Dumbledore used Aurora in such a silent way, which made him feel inexplicably annoyed that he was being crossed by the police.

"Feathers of magical creatures." Slughorn's voice interrupted Snape's recollection, sounding happy. "It's not a common smell. I remember teaching so many students, including Newt and the kid. You've smelled it too. And I can tell you're both Hufflepuffs, right?"

He pointed to the prefect medal on Aurora's chest, and said regretfully: "Maybe that's why the Sorting Hat sorted you to Hufflepuff. Sometimes it happens like this, right? That's weird. Logically speaking , the more talented a person is, the more he hopes that he can achieve a great career, and that is often the student that Slytherin welcomes."

His tone made Aurora a little uncomfortable, it sounded like someone had bought something she wanted first in some antique fair.

"I think it's because Newt and I don't have the spirit that Slytherin looks for," Aurora replied.

"Of course, of course. That boy Newt would rather be wanted by the whole of Europe than join the Ministry of Magic. They are almost dying of a headache." Slughorn said with a smile, "Even so, send you to Hufflepuff It's a pity too. You know that Hufflepuff has never been picky about the qualifications of students, and any student who is not suitable for being assigned to another house will go there, which is too inappropriate."

"I think the choice of the Sorting Hat is quite good, sir." Aurora's voice was still gentle, but there was an easily detectable indifference, "I like my college very much, and it is very suitable for it."

Snape looked at her, but said nothing.Slughorn widened his eyes and said in disbelief: "You don't think I have any prejudice against Hufflepuff, do you? No, no, no, I haven't forgotten that the first natural animal tamer in history was Helga Hufflepuff, it's not uncommon for you to be sorted there. It's just that I think it would be better if you were in my previous house, right Severus?"

Aurora didn't think Snape would really think so, but to her surprise, Snape agreed with Slughorn.

She looked up at Snape in a bit of surprise, who happened to be glancing at her too.Whether or not he echoed Slughorn out of politeness and respect, Aurora found his answer a relief.

"Thank you."

A bitter smell of potion spread from the heat of the love potion and lingered at the tip of her nose, Aurora held her breath and moved away from it.

Some students came to the classroom one after another, and when they saw Snape inside, they all froze in unison, wondering whether they should go in or not.

"Looks like it's time for class," Slughorn muttered, his whiskers quivering with the movement of his mouth.Snape looked away and left quickly.

The course went well.Just like Vaux and the others said, Slughorn would give special preference to students with outstanding potion talents, such as Beverly.And Slughorn seemed even happier when he noticed that she was also a Slytherin prefect.

But Aurora was not sure if she really liked the new professor, she always felt that Slughorn's behavior and words were sometimes difficult to understand.If there was one thing that made her particularly happy, it was that Slughorn's demands on his students were not as cruel as Snape's.

As long as she works hard and performs steadily in the final exam, she should be able to get excellent in OWLs.Just wondering if Snape would be called back to teach Potions in sixth year?

It was Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Friday morning, and Aurora woke up early, the sound of rain waking her up amidst the loud noise unique to summer.

When eating breakfast, Aurora found that the Hufflepuffs in the same grade had no appetite, and just stared blankly at the food on the plate, as if studying their cooking techniques and ingredients.

"What's up with everyone?" Aurora asked as she sliced ​​through the bacon with a knife.Cecilia sighed in pain: "That's because the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is about to begin."

"I know this."

"We're still with Slytherin." Her voice almost sounded like a groan.

"Isn't it always like this?"

"But have you forgotten who is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year?"

Aurora's hand holding the pumpkin juice paused for a moment, and she realized: "Ah...it is." She can fully understand the deep breakdown behind the disheveled faces of others.

Caroline looked at her with a stomach ache: "Why aren't you sad at all?" Aurora blinked: "I think it's about the same as Potions, right? No matter how bad it is, it probably won't be so bad."

"You are so naive." Lorna patted her heavily on the shoulder, "We only need to brew Potions by ourselves, and we need very little cooperation. But for Defense Against the Dark Arts class, we will do it with Slytherin." People practice."

Aurora saw that as soon as Lorna finished speaking, the Hufflepuff opposite her put her head in her arms with a thud, looking as if her life was so desolate that she was closed to herself.

After breakfast, they came to the classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.Snape was still in his habit of taking lessons in the cellar, with the windows mostly shut.Aurora sat relatively in front, just next to the only window that was still open, and she could see the boundless Forbidden Forest and the low-hanging gray clouds outside when she tilted her head. Those raindrops fell on the deep meadow On the sky, the shadow dyed light green melts into the ground.

The heat of British summer is always like dust particles floating on the surface, which are almost washed away as soon as the heavy rain falls.

She was glad that she happened to choose a good position.

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