[HP] Butterfly Effect

The memory in the Pensieve is still lingering, and the shiny silk threads are entwined and swirling waves, like a school of silver fish chasing the tide.

Dumbledore swung his wand to clean up the fragments of teacups and water stains on the ground, and adjusted the direction of the topic in a timely manner: "Just now I showed you Horace's memory, do you think there is something strange about it, Aurora?"

"Strange?" Aurora's face was still pale, "The fog? When Professor Slughorn drove that person away, there was a lot of fog in the room, and I couldn't see clearly."

"That's right." Dumbledore sighed, "Because he changed the most critical memory. The technique is very clumsy, but it does cover up the original truth." "So Professor Slughorn told How did that person make Horcruxes, right?" Aurora could easily understand Dumbledore's meaning, "But that person, could he be..."

"Voldemort, yes." Dumbledore said clearly and calmly the name that most wizards were afraid to mention, "At that time his name was Tom Riddle, and he was also a student of Hogwarts Slytherin. A large part of the reason why he understood and successfully made the Horcrux is that Horace told him too much that he shouldn't have said, and the specific details are in the memory that was covered up just now."

Slytherin.

Aurora lowered her eyelids, the spots of light in her pupils disappeared into the shadows.She knew why she felt so familiar with the gemstone ring on Riddle's hand just now, it was not an illusion, she had really seen it twice, in a dream and in reality.

It is part of the Lytherin sigil in Chamber of Secrets, the jewel held in the mouth of the great silver serpent.At the same time, it also appeared in the night when she first came into contact with the legend of the three brothers, in those chaotic dreams she had, the object that Snape held in his hand.

So... the gem on the Slytherin family crest was worn by Riddle, and the reason for this was very subtle.

"Why are you telling me this, Professor?" Aurora could feel that what they were talking about now might be why Dumbledore called her here tonight.

The old principal smiled very slightly, walked to his desk and sat down: "Horace likes you very much, Aurora. If any one of us can persuade him to give the real memory, it can only be you."

"Me?" Aurora looked at him in astonishment, "But... what if I can't do it? Can't you directly read his memory or use a potion like Veritaserum?"

"Horace is already a top expert in this field. Besides, I have obtained the memory that has been tampered with by him. He will do his best to guard against me. I can't do this, Aurora, it must be up to you Come." Dumbledore looked at Aurora from above the glasses, his eyes were gentle and solemn, which made her feel very stressed.

"But now you know that that person did make a Horcrux, why do you need that real memory?"

"Because we, including your father, don't think this is the only Horcrux that Voldemort made." Dumbledore said, taking a small box out of the drawer and handing it to Aurora.

There was a retro-designed locket necklace in it, which was very old, even scarred, and there were whitish cracks in several places.Aurora saw that there was a gorgeous letter S on the outside of the locket, shining green and cold, like the smooth scales of a snake.That kind of bright streamer can easily make people feel that this letter is alive, and everyone who tries to open it should be in awe.

"It belonged to Mr. Salazar Slytherin. It was once made into a Horcrux, but now it's destroyed. It's just an ordinary locket," he said.

Aurora's eyes were scattered, and she didn't look elsewhere substantively, staying on the weird ornament in the principal's room - a vertical line passing through a circle, and then being surrounded by a triangle to form a pattern.

She didn't want to promise something she wasn't sure she could do, especially something so important that even Dumbledore couldn't do it, and she didn't think she could do it.But on the other hand, Aurora always thinks of Edmond, the father who was infinitely close to the truth but regretted his sacrifice at the end.She lived as his daughter, met many people she loved deeply in this world, and his shadow has always been protecting her from time to time.

Thinking of this, Aurora felt that she should do this again, just like all the daughters in the world would do.This is also her little repayment to Edmund.

It's fate, you're always going to go this way.An aria-like voice suddenly sounded from the depths of her heart, revealing a kind of indescribable sadness, like the desolate sadness of a withered branch near the end of life at dusk, shaking off to the ground.She didn't even know who that voice belonged to, but what it said made Aurora unable to resist.

This is your destiny.

Aurora held the locket, and her tone was as calm as a prayer: "I will try my best, sir, I will try my best."

"We will wait for your good news. It's too late today, you should also rest, good night." Dumbledore touched Fox, which was affected by Aurora's emotions and behaved very depressed.

After bidding farewell to the principal, Aurora followed Snape all the way from the principal's office back to the cellar office in silence.Occasionally, a few senior students passed by them on the road, and they all cast sympathetic eyes on Aurora without exception.Their logical inertia told them that this new prefect must have been ravaged/tortured inhumanely by the Slytherin bat master, that's why he looked so depressed.

This is a daily routine that almost every student in Hogwarts will experience, and it cannot be more normal.

Aurora obviously didn't realize the gazes of other students, she just wanted to go back to the dormitory quickly, and it would be best to wait for Remus or Sirius' reply the next day, and she might be able to sneak away on the coffee beans Hogsmeade to see them - if Remus and they were in Hogsmeade.

Her thoughts drifted far away, hovering in the sea fog in Plymouth a few years ago, spreading on the many forest paths that Sirius had taken her on, the memories were soaked white and faded, covered with thick dust .Those figures were all blurred by the water mist, and there was a faint colored halo.

It wasn't until Snape's door opening interrupted her that Aurora came back to her senses and realized that she had arrived.He took out a bottle of potion from a locked cabinet and put it next to the thick books: "Tell me if it works after drinking it. Take these with you. You should go back."

Aurora looked at the bottle containing the potion, and accidentally touched the sharp corners of the locket with her hand in the pocket of her robe, and asked, "Professor, is that person a Parseltongue?"

Snape didn't expect her to ask this suddenly, and looked at her eyes suddenly became a little dark, but he still answered her: "Yes."

"And his family are all Slytherins?" she continued.

"Why are you so curious about him?" Snape interrupted her question forcefully, his black eyes fixed on her sharply.

Aurora was silent for half a second, without avoiding the other party's gaze, and said: "I saw their family's crest in Mr. Slytherin's secret room, and there was a very special gemstone on it, and I also saw it on that person's hand .Just now in the memory of Professor Slughorn, that black ring."

Snape froze for a moment, then heard Aurora continue to ask: "Professor, is that man a descendant of Slytherin?"

"Guess it's true, Field, it's true. So you'd better distinguish between what you can tell that gentleman and what you can't." When Snape bit his syllables and spoke, it always made people feel chills in their bones Feeling, "For example, this matter, you'd better not tell him."

Aurora nodded understandingly, picked up the books and turned to leave.

When she reached the steps, she suddenly stopped and looked back at the other party: "Professor, was my father in pain when he died?"

Snape's pen tip scratched the parchment, and a row of rigorous and beautiful comments was abruptly broken at the end, and the splashed red ink was like a large piece of residual flowers falling down.He couldn't help but see Edmond's dying appearance of being tortured by Cruciatus, as well as the torrential gray rain, and the sharp sneers of other people gloating at his misfortune.

"No." He lied, with a smooth and steady tone that could withstand any scrutiny.Snape said that he couldn't come up with the reason why he did this. He could obviously refuse to answer the other party's question directly. After all, he was not a kind and compassionate person, but he didn't want to do this.

Aurora reflected in his eyes through the light and air, and there was a faint light, as fragile as a firefly.He didn't want that starlight to go away, damn it, cowardly, uncontrollably, not wanting it to go away, even though it was flickering so teeteringly.

"It's quick for him, isn't it? In just an instant, he was free." Aurora couldn't imagine that feeling, but she hoped it would be a process without too much pain.

After the three Cruciatus Curses were cast, Emond couldn't stand up with a pale face. He could only clenched his teeth and curled up on the ground, shaking with the cloth bag in his hand.Snape didn't have much interest in torturing people with spells, so he just stood on the sidelines indifferently in the rain, reminding his companions in a cold voice not to make him crazy, and he still needs to extract the memory of the other party and give it to the Dark Lord. It doesn't matter what they think.

Edmund tried to fumble back for his wand, but Bellatrix stepped on the back of his hand.She looked at Snape arrogantly, her eyes were stern: "You'd better hurry up and take back what the master asked for."

Snape put the rainwater and those memories into a glass test tube, backed away, and disappeared into the air.

The heavy rain splashed reddish droplets in the soil.

"Yes, very soon." He repeated Aurora's words in vain, his body tensed, and his hearing was disturbed for a moment. Before he could catch what Aurora said softly, he only heard her last words: "Good night, Professor, please hurry up rest."

Snape watched the office door open and close, and continued grading papers with his head bowed.

Half a minute later, he threw away the quill irritably, and swung his wand to turn off all the lights around him.

An imprisoning darkness ensnared him.

……

For the next few days, Aurora couldn't think of a way to get Slughorn to hand over his real memories.Her mind was always in a mess, and she didn't know what was going on. Ever since she learned the truth about Edmund's death in the pensieve, she always dreamed about him.

Sometimes when it was raining heavily, she and the father, whom she had never really seen, held hands and ran together into the Plymouth forest, hiding under the dense and green canopy, and having fun with the damp moss and mushrooms crowded together.

They would come home at twilight, Marianne laughing and complaining that they shouldn't be out in the rain, and supper was ready with their favorite dishes.Edmond would hold Aurora with one arm, and put his arm around Marianne's waist to exchange an intimate kiss with her in the rain.Aurora stuck out her tongue and looked at them with a smile, and put her arms around Edmond's neck and kissed their cheeks.

The wetness in the dream penetrated into the reality, and Aurora woke up several times from the dream to find that she was crying, and her body was tired and heavy.

When she went to the Room of Requirement to make a potion, Aurora told Vaux what Dumbledore told her, and she believed that they would not spread it.

But their reaction was really shocking.

"If that's the case, you'd better join Professor Slughorn's network." Beverly has always been calm, and she stopped being dazed after a brief surprise, but quickly put forward her own opinion , "We are already in the fifth grade, and we will soon face career choices. He will recruit more students who may make achievements in the future. If I remember correctly, he will hold a club event next month. I think He will come to invite you, and it would be best for you to promise at that time."

"What event?" Aurora asked a little worried.Vox comforted: "It's nothing, it's just that some people there may not be easy to get along with. But Bev and Bill are there, you just want to be with them."

Aurora noticed the change in his address to Beverly, exuding a sense of intimacy.Bill and she looked at each other, nodded knowingly: "Understood." Then she asked strangely: "Why didn't you go?"

Vox shrugged: "I don't like places that are too lively, and I would slip away halfway if I went there. It's better not to go."

At this time, Beverly put down the crab claw orchid rhizome in her hand: "I know you don't like too complicated interpersonal communication and profit strategy. Compared with participating in these, you may prefer to stay with your magical creatures. But Aurora, I don’t think these things can be avoided. You don’t need to like it, as long as you know how to deal with it. It’s actually not difficult. You don’t have to believe everything others say, and just don’t reveal your own affairs easily. .”

"That is to say, no matter who it is, you won't completely trust it?" Vox looked at her slightly displeased.Beverly's expression remained unchanged, she deftly threw the ingredients in her hand into the crucible and boiled them slowly, her tone was flat: "Should I just believe that I have the numbers?"

He looked at the other party seriously for a while, pursed his lips and did not speak again.

"Maybe that's why I can't get into Slytherin." Aurora said jokingly, "Professor Slughorn doesn't know how clumsy I can be in this area. Friends like you, it seems that my luck is really good."

"Does he want you in Slytherin?" Bill asked.

"He was just joking with Professor Snape that time. As you know, Professor Slughorn used to be the head of Slytherin. Of course, he hopes that the students in Slytherin are the best."

"Then what did the dean say?" Beverly suddenly raised her head and asked.Aurora shook the brown bear bile in his hand and dripped it in: "Just follow his words."

Beverly pondered for a while, and said: "The dean will not casually say that he wants any student from the outer courtyard to be assigned to Slytherin, Aurora."

"Maybe it really was a joke?" Vox said absently.

"Have you ever seen Professor Snape make fun of Slytherin?" Bill blinked in mock surprise.

Aurora thought about what Bill said, and had to admit that this possibility was zero.So, he really agrees with Professor Slughorn, right? He also really cares about himself.

Although, from the perspective of teachers and students.

……

During the weekend, Aurora came to the forest outskirts of Hogsmeade, where Remus lived.Tonks was surprised when she found out that Remus lived here, because in her impression, there would be black bears or wild wolves in this forest from time to time, and it would be too dangerous to live alone in the suburbs.

But Aurora could probably guess the reason, Remus didn't want to turn into a werewolf and hurt others when the moon was full.

She was running briskly in the not-so-dry forest with her satchel on her back. The soft and wet soil and the torsos of big trees that fell everywhere did not bother her at all.As they got farther and farther away from Hogsmeade, the surrounding environment became more and more quiet.

Running further, Aurora could already see the outline of the simple and simple log cabin.

The door of the house was ajar, and there was a gap left. As soon as Aurora entered the open space, she heard an unfamiliar low-pitched male voice calling out her name with some tentative meaning: "Ross?"

Aurora looked up and saw Sirius sitting on the ridge of the roof, wearing a charcoal gray shirt with whitish corners, the trousers on his right leg were rolled up a little casually, with a piece of grass in his mouth, looking down in disbelief look at yourself.The past few years in Azkaban have made him old and decrepit, but it doesn't seem to have weakened the beauty and beauty brought out from his genes much, and only blunted his aggressive sharpness before. beauty.

Rose is the middle name, except for Marianne, that's what Sirius would call her.

"Hey, Sirius, welcome back!" Aurora watched the other party lightly jump off the roof, smiled and ran over to hug him.He was so thin that Aurora felt like she was hugging a scarecrow that was about to wither when she hugged him.

"I've been waiting for you. Remus said you'd come today." Sirius hugged her and sighed, "They said you got Peter Pedilou out of the Weasleys' house, right?"

"It's not me, it's grape cake."

Sirius frowned in confusion after hearing this, "What did you say?"

Aurora let go of him, straightened her glasses, picked up the satchel and shook it at him: "Do you want to go in and have a look? I think my friends will be very happy to see you too." Sirius didn't answer her, but rather Looking into her eyes strangely: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

She shrugged: "Too many times of snow blindness have affected vision." "Snow blindness?" Sirius' expression looked even weirder, "You didn't have this problem before, and neither did Edmond, what's going on? "

It looked like Remus hadn't told him about the black magic cut on his eye.Aurora relaxed, and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay, just wearing glasses can solve it. Unless you tell me that I wear glasses very ugly, then I have to reconsider the seriousness of this matter. "As she spoke, she looked into the room, "Are you alone?"

"Hmm." Sirius glanced lazily in a certain direction of the forest, his dark gray eyes flickered, "Regulus just left not long ago, but I guess you are not familiar with him, so there is nothing to say .come in."

"He came to see you?"

"I talked some nonsense." Sirius said casually, and dragged the chair used to prop up the door of the room to the center of the living room, and he sat on another chair, crossing his legs casually.

The room was a bit stuffy, Sirius stretched out his hand to unbutton his clothes habitually, then suddenly remembered that Aurora was a girl, so he withdrew his hand and put it on the cracked armrest, his thin and slender fingers Ordered and ordered: "Do you want something to drink? It's quite far from Hogsmeade, I guess you came here? I just don't know if there is anything you can drink here in Remus."

Aurora was amused by him: "You two don't have a penchant for alcohol, so I figured I'd take all you could drink. I've brought some iced drinks, though."

With that said, she opened the satchel: "Come down and have a look, Sirius, it's much cooler inside than here."

Sirius gave her a slightly surprised look, and quickly followed Aurora into the shoulder bag with ample space.His movements were much more direct, he didn't climb the stairs much, he just took two steps and jumped down, but the movement was unexpectedly slight.

The place where the satchel leads directly down is a log cabin, which is basically the same as Aurora's home in Plymouth.Sirius narrowed his eyes and looked around, and could easily see the beautiful scene outside the window.Chlorophytum chinensis hangs its leaves from the window lattice, sifting out a swaying silhouette.The unicorn and the eagle horse were head to head, furry close together, and the lavender bear ear grass stretched and intertwined into a carpet, and the mild sunlight shrouded down and penetrated the dense forest, covering the air with a layer of green light.

He took the iced orange juice that Aurora handed over, and raised the corners of his lips: "I heard that you are a natural animal trainer. At that time, I still didn't believe it. After all, such people are quite rare. You take care of all this by yourself place, Ross?"

"That's right." Aurora opened the door and tilted her head outside, "Come outside."

They walked together, and blueberry jam fluttered over their heads, occasionally landing on Sirius' shoulder.Aurora picked up the grape cake that had just woken up from the nest made of branches and handed it to Sirius: "It was the one that caught Pedilu."

Sirius watched the bird and snake slowly wrap around Aurora's waist and arms, and reached out to hold her shoulder: "Thank you for saving me, Rose. Of course, you actually saved Peter."

Aurora was stunned: "Why?"

"Because if I had done it myself, I would have killed him by any means. He should be kneeling on the ground of Azkaban every day now, grateful to those dementors and prison guards, because he didn't fall I have it." Sirius withdrew his hand and put it in his trouser pocket, his eyes were glaringly gloomy and cold under the bright sun.When he said this, he sounded a little regretful, with a kind of flat cruelty in his tone, and the murderous look that made people's spine shivers in the overly natural way he said it.

Aurora looked at him a little uneasily, always feeling that this kind of Sirius was very strange, but maybe he was like this in the first place.She thought for a while and said: "But the most important thing is that you have been released from prison innocently. I think those dementors will treat him well for you. I know you hate him, but you can't go back to revenge Him?"

Sirius smiled strangely, as if he was really considering this proposal, which made Aurora feel a slight tremor.She looked at him cautiously: "You don't really intend to do that, do you?"

He glanced at Aurora's cautious look, reached out and rubbed the top of her hair, like a brother: "Thinking about something, I'm just a little disappointed, and I'm not crazy."

"That's good." She nodded.

The author has something to say:

Well, let me briefly talk about my personal opinion on the professor, and I will add it tomorrow if I think of anything.

Some friends think that my writing of the professor is too one-sided and too dark, and they may think so after reading this chapter.In fact, it depends on the individual's understanding. The professor I understand is like this, after all, he is a fan.His deep affection for Lily is overwhelming, but it can't hide the fact that he was indeed a Death Eater and a villain, and he did a lot of bad things.

To be honest, I never thought of whitewashing him when I wrote this article, so there are more dark sides.

The Death Eaters he voluntarily joined, and the Voldemort he voluntarily followed were all voluntary, and no one forced him to bow his head and let him do it.So he is really not a good person in the traditional sense. In my personal opinion, that kind of gentle and pure good quality doesn't go well with him.

He does have a kind side, but the range that will be released is very small.Everything that makes him feel uneasy and threatened, with Snape's character, I personally think his first reaction is to stay away and resist or even destroy.But feelings can't be controlled, so he keeps entangled repeatedly.

As for his entanglement attribute of twist essence.I can only spread my hands, he has already been written like this by me [laughing and crying]. At this time when Aurora appeared, Lily had just died. It is really very difficult for him to accept Aurora, and he can only pry it bit by bit.In addition to what Sirius said, the professor has a sensitive and cocky heart, and it is really difficult to serve him. He has too many worries, and he will not accept Aurora right away.

Finally, la la la, thank you for reading this, I really feel that this professor’s writing is not very good, so we can get together and leave, and if we feel good, we can save it occasionally to read it to relieve boredom.Love each of you, mua.