[HP] Butterfly Effect

Snape did not expect to meet Salazar Slytherin at such a time, let alone that the other party would appear directly in his office in human form.

At that time he was brewing Felicia.The color of the mature potion in the crucible is like a handful of molten gold. There are thin light golden rays floating in it, jumping out of the surface from time to time, throwing off a few drops of potion and splashing down in the air. The clear and soft color and mysterious Lola's long hair looked exactly the same in the sun.

Snape pulled the cauldron with his wand and poured the brewed potion into a small transparent glass bottle, turned around and put it on the cabinet.A very slight wave of black magic came from behind, piercing the silence in the air and disturbing his nerves.Snape instinctively pointed his wand in the direction of the source of the wave of magic power, turned around expressionlessly, and at the same time realized that it was the wave of magic power of the Slytherin Horcrux.

He thought he would see the opened diary and the emerald green poisonous snake that always looked arrogant and dignified, but what he saw was a real person, or a boy.

The young man looked tall, with pale skin, jet-black hair, and a pair of bewitching and long emerald green snake pupils.

"Good morning, my headmaster. It looks like your headmaster isn't in his office." Salazar sat on the chair opposite Snape's office, fingers crossed, his expression sharp and indifferent.Snape saw the scarred locket hanging on his chest, glinting dimly and brokenly in the light.His pupils shrank involuntarily, and he couldn't think of any way for the other party to regain it, because in Snape's view, Salazar was possible in any way.

Most importantly, since the locket was already on Salazar's body, it meant that he basically knew about the Dark Lord.

What did Aurora Field do again?

Snape suppressed the anxiety caused by this thought, put his wand back into his sleeve, leaving only the tip of the wand concealed in his palm, and said politely and politely: "Good morning, Mr. Slytherin. No Thinking of meeting you again in this way, what can I do for you?"

Salazar turned his head and glanced at him, and smiled, there was no warmth in the arc of the smile, and behind the deep green eyes, there was a cold light and a dark flame: "It's not a favor, it's a deal. I want you to do something for me that is completely within your ability, of course, in exchange, you can also put forward your conditions."

Making a deal with Slytherin is a very delicate matter, and Snape, who is also a Slytherin, knows this all too well.After all, as Salazar, he actually didn't need to propose such a seemingly fair exchange of conditions at all, because no Slytherin would refuse his request.However, he deliberately threw out the premise of equal transactions, nothing more than to express two meanings:

Their alliance of common interests is based on this transaction, and it is also a one-off.The closing of the transaction means that everything is over, and there is no other involvement.They are not each other's "insiders", they are just taking what they need, and the boundaries between each other will still be clear in the future.

Also, since it was a transaction, Snape had better not inquire about anything other than the content of the transaction.

This realization took Snape a little by surprise.

Because although Salazar has always been very indifferent to the struggles in the wizarding world today, that is when he does not know the identity of the Dark Lord.According to his guess, once Salazar knew that the Dark Lord was his own blood descendant, he would no longer be so neutral.His choice and the dire consequences it would cause had always been Dumbledore's greatest concern.

However, judging from what Salazar has just shown, he doesn't seem to fully know or trust the identity of the Dark Lord, otherwise he would not continue to be so neutral.

Perhaps he had come to him just to confirm this, Snape thought.But then he subconsciously felt something was wrong, because he didn't think Salazar had trusted him enough to allow him to help investigate this matter.

"It's an honor, sir. But I don't think I have anything to trouble you at the moment." Snape tentatively tactfully.He wanted to see Salazar's reaction.

The young man understood what he meant, the smile on the corner of his mouth became colder, and his cold and sharp eyes met Snape's: "Don't worry, you can first calculate what I owe you."

This is what he was waiting for.

After hearing the promise he wanted to hear, Snape replied without changing his face: "I will be at your service anytime, sir."

……

Watching the rain through the translucent light green shed wall in the greenhouse is a wonderful visual experience.The raindrops were noisily breaking on the roof of the shed, and the surface was stained with an illusory green shadow. The water flow washed over the greenhouse, distorting the light and color outside into a ubiquitous turmoil, but there was an unchanging tranquility inside.

Aurora sat by the door frame under the edge of the shed, her outstretched legs crossed and hooked together, and a white shoelace was untied and wrapped around her ankle.She looked up blankly at the transparent rainwater that kept jumping down from the sky, holding her satchel in her arms, and the fresh and thick smell of wet grass filled every alveoli of hers.The row of white clover plants under the doorway was destroyed by the heavy rain, and the wet watermarks spread from the holes under the flower pots to the dry road. There were blue and white petals scattered on the steps, which were soft and melted after being watered. into the dirt.

Rainy days are always perfect for a daze.

So when Regulus came down the steps, Aurora didn't notice, but out of politeness, he greeted Regulus first: "Hello, Aurora."

"Good afternoon, Regulus." Aurora came back to her senses, and saw that the other party was wearing a solid Berlin blue cloak, which was so flat that there were no wrinkles or wet marks on the corners.Unlike Sirius, it doesn't matter to him whether it's raining or not. If he's in the mood, he can cast a rain-proof spell with his wand, and he'll be lazy. Running happily in the rain.

"Are you waiting for someone?" He blinked his eyes lightly, with a natural coolness in his tone.Aurora nodded: "I'm waiting for Beverly and the others. Didn't you see her just now?"

"Actually, I've come to see Mr. Dumbledore," he replied.She oh, and then said: "I went to see Sirius two days ago, he seems to have been back in the Order of the Phoenix for a while, have you met him?"

"Did he mention me to you?" Regulus asked indifferently, showing no emotion.

"This one……"

"So as you can see, I don't see him very often, except for occasional gatherings." He said with an unchanged expression, "Besides, I also think that it is better for me to see him as little as possible. This will affect everyone All good."

Aurora scratched the strap of the satchel with her fingers, and asked half-jokingly: "Which of you two is the older brother? Why do I feel that Sirius is the younger one?"

"Did you hear what he said?" Regulus asked, looking at her with his head tilted.His eyes, like most Slytherins, have a cold taste, but compared with them, they are much more forbearing and restrained, giving people a feeling of being drenched in a bucket of summer frost. I shivered coldly in hindsight.

"It's not about you." Aurora rubbed her hands by mistake and answered truthfully, "You know, he doesn't have a good relationship with Professor Snape. That's why he always warns me to stay as far away from him as I can .But Hogwarts is only so big, and he is my professor, where can I go?"

Regulus nodded slightly, but said nothing, his beautiful dark gray eyes were half closed, not knowing what he was thinking.After a while, he suddenly looked at Aurora again, and said peacefully: "I think, as long as it's Slytherin, he won't have a good relationship with them. However, on this matter, I quite agree with him." view."

"...Eh? What?"

Aurora was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say, but Regulus had already said goodbye to her: "I still have something to do, see you next time, Aurora. I hope your eyes are much better now."

"Thank you, good bye."

"Goodbye."

Seeing Regulus gradually disappearing into the rain and fog, Aurora suddenly felt a little baffled.He said he agreed with Sirius?Why do you say that?Did he have a bad relationship with Snape too?

The relationship between your generation is too complicated, right?Even legends dare not write such nonsense.

Sure enough, it makes sense that art comes from life.

While Aurora was trying to figure out the meaning of Regulus' words, Beverly and the others ran over from the corner of the corridor stepping on the shallow water all the way, hiding under the edge of the shed, shaking their robes and hats He threw a drying spell on his body: "You came so early?" Aurora withdrew her gaze, which had become loose because of her daze, and tied her shoelaces again: "I don't have any class, so I came early."

"Let's go, we can go to the Room of Requirement after recording the material." Vox said as he pushed open the door, letting Beverly go in first.

The research object of their thesis in this herbal class is an extremely rare rare fungus, the devil cigar.After they matured, they completely turned black and burst open, releasing countless spores for reproduction in an instant, and making a sharp whistling sound.These are the last Devil cigars that are about to mature in Mrs. Sprout's greenhouse, and there is no chance to observe them if you miss them.

Bill lightly poked the devil cigars that showed signs of cracking with his wand, put the wand in his pocket, and wrote on the parchment with a quill brush: "They will be ripe in about 10 minutes, do Get ready, even if those hyphae fall on the body, they will grow devil cigar larvae, and whoever is unlucky will have this kind of mushroom all over his body."

Standing at a safe enough distance with the others, Aurora casually said to Beverly: "I just saw Regulus."

"Really?" she asked quietly, not sounding curious at all.Aurora shrugged: "Without saying a few words, we talked about Sirius. He still knows about my eyes, did you tell him?"

Beverly frowned slightly, and shook her head: "I haven't told him about it. I just asked him before, if there is anyone in the Death Eater camp who especially hates your father. But I didn't tell him. He said something specifically about your eyes."

"That's probably what Professor Dumbledore said." Aurora concluded indifferently.

"What's the matter, have your eyes deteriorated again?" Vox turned his head and asked worriedly, "Why don't you go to St. Mungo's for a review?"

"No, I have been to St. Mungo's before, and they made it clear that they are not optimistic about my situation, and I happen to have similar thoughts. So I think it's better not to grow mushrooms with them. "Aurora said jokingly, holding the quill with her fingers and tapping the thick parchment, "I think it's not bad now, at least I don't have more and more glasses because I can't see clearly."

Vox looked at her disdainfully: "You will always be like this, as long as you can make do with it, you are never too lazy to be serious." Aurora smiled and said nothing.

She really felt that the current stable blurred state was okay, at least it didn't continue to get worse. Although the people around seemed more anxious than herself, it might be the reason why she believed in Snape's words and kept her mentality. It was fine, and I didn't worry too much about it.

It was just now that it took a certain amount of courage for her to walk into Snape's office, and the weekly vision restoration checks were stressful for her because the results were never going to be good.Her vision seemed to be stuck at one point, no matter what method she tried, she could only go down, but she couldn't recover.

But none of that was what made her feel uneasy.She thinks it's okay to wear glasses, but Snape doesn't seem to think so. Every time after checking her eyesight, Snape's face will become very ugly, as if he has encountered something that makes him particularly difficult. something to endure.

Aurora tried to make him take it easy, since St. Mungo had said that her eye injury was now serious.She was very grateful that he was willing to help her to treat and relieve her at that time, and she really didn't need to trouble him so much.

But Aurora guessed that Snape might have interpreted it in another way, for example, he was questioning his status as a master of potions, so every time he said that, he would look at her gloomily and coldly, forcing her to be obedient Shut up.

But she just didn't want to make him too tired.

He was already busy enough that treating his eyes was simply a burden for him.He didn't have to do it for himself, and she wasn't a Slytherin, and Potions was never good.

So sometimes Aurora also wondered why he did this, why he seemed to care more about the recovery of her eyes than herself.

The fissures of the devil's cigar became more and more obvious, and everyone held their breath watching the scene in front of them.

After a sharp whistling sound, clusters of velvet-like spore mycelium burst out from the black shell, pure white and soft like a handful of feathers.They dissipated the moment they came into contact with the air, fell into the nearest soil and began to take root and grow, making a low but clear pulsating sound.

Vaux scratched his head with the quill, "The sound of the last burst of this devil's cigar is like a heartbeat."

heartbeat.

Aurora looked at the hyphae that melted into the soil immediately after touching the soil, and suddenly had an unrealistic delusion—could Snape also have some special feelings for her?Maybe only a little bit, but that's something.

"It's almost there." Bill finished writing the last letter and put the quill back. "Let's go after recording. What did you write?"

"Form, characteristics, time, method." Beverly replied succinctly.Vaux's answer was similar to hers, but he also sketched an illustration.

Aurora put the quill directly into her pocket, her thoughts were as messy as the raindrops on the roof: "It's like a heartbeat."

"..." Vox was speechless, "Is that why you plan to write this?"

"Your pen." Beverly reminded.

Aurora looked down and saw ink leaking from the nib and staining the pocket of her robe.

Before bedtime in the evening, it was still early patrol time for the prefects.Aurora and Beverly set out from the basement and walked together in the castle's promenade.It had just rained heavily, and the wind blowing close to the ground was a bit cold. It slipped in from under the hem of the robe, sending the chill down the neck.

When they got to the lake, Beverly suddenly said, "I think I know why Regulus knows about your eyes."

"Huh?" Aurora turned her head, "What's wrong?"

Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the eyes under the eyelashes were illuminated like two clear glass beads by the light on the corridor wall: "I saw you in St. Mungo's, a long time ago, I almost forgot."

"what?"

"You said you don't remember how your eye was hurt, and Vaux doesn't remember either. But St. Mungo said it was because of black magic." Beverly said calmly, every word seemed to be using a knife The delicate and sharp knots that were wrapped around the answers were so exquisitely pointed, "I never thought of it until this afternoon, when you said that Regulus also knew about it. I suddenly remembered that I had a long time ago I met you in St. Mungo's. At that time, your eyes were completely blind, and the therapists couldn't do anything very effective. They thought you had to go on like this."

"Until one day, you suddenly recovered on your own." When Beverly said this, her eyes were a little hazy, as if she was trying to remember, "Then you were discharged from the hospital soon. Before you left, all of you in London The young wizards who were injured in the attack and who were not yet of school age were gathered in one room and didn't stay for long. When I saw you again, it was already in Diagon Alley."

"Wait..." Aurora gasped, "You said, I recovered by myself? And the London attack? What attack?"

"It seems so to me. That attack was caused by Death Eaters, in Muggle society." She nodded, "I was hospitalized and sent to St. Muggle because I injured myself because of a magic riot. Yes. St. Mungo was very busy that day. Many little wizards and Aurors were injured and hospitalized. Regulus was taking care of me at that time. Your room is next to mine. I think he saw you at that time. Because you were in a particularly bad situation at the time."

"But I don't remember anything." Aurora grabbed his hair with his hands, a little anxious, "Then do you know who sent me to the hospital?"

Beverly shook her head: "I don't know about this, maybe Regulus has seen it, didn't he tell you?"

Regulus...

Aurora suddenly remembered what he said to himself today, he said that he agreed with Sirius.

You should stay away from Snape.

……

After Defense Against the Dark Arts on Friday morning, Snape asked Aurora to stay by name.The entire Hufflepuff fifth year cast her sympathetic, mournful looks.

She waited for everyone to leave before getting up, stood across the desk and looked up at the black-haired man in front of her: "What can you do with me, Professor?"

Snape handed her a small bottle of golden potion, without any extra emotional color from expression to tone: "Felix Elixir. You don't need to drink too much at once, it can help Slughorn's affairs you."

Holding the bottle of amazingly beautiful potion, Aurora said without reason: "Thank you, Professor. Did Professor Dumbledore ask you to help make this?"

Snape stopped packing the papers, turned his head to look at her, and raised his eyebrows, the details of his expression were still too faint to capture: "What do you think?"

"I think this is troublesome for you, so..."

"Then you'd better get Slughorn's memory as soon as possible." He said clearly, his eyes were dark and dull, "This way everyone will save effort, am I right? "

After finishing speaking, he picked up the stack of papers and was about to leave, but Aurora's voice stopped him: "Professor, do you know about the London theater attack in 1981?"

Her voice was not loud, as gentle and calm as ever, but what she said made Snape stiff, as if someone had imprisoned him with shackles in an instant.

Aurora continued, with a strong confusion in her expression: "Beverly told me that she saw me in St. Mungo's Hospital at that time, and Regulus was there. My eyes were completely blind at that time , but I don't know what happened, but suddenly healed up one day. Professor, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Snape suddenly turned around and stared at her sharply, that sharp and cold eyes cut off all her words.However, in just a split second, Snape returned to his usual rigid indifference, as if that expression had never appeared on his face just now.

"Automatic healing." He repeated critically, his voice was no longer so oppressive, but contracted into an imperceptible tension and defense, "What else did he tell you?"

he?Aurora was a little surprised that Snape would ignore Beverly so naturally, and tacitly assume that it was Regulus who told her this.She explained what happened that day in a few words: "So I was wondering, do you also know about the London attack?"

"Why would I know?" He asked indifferently.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Aurora felt that besides his impatience, there was also a kind of vigilance that couldn't be ignored.It seemed that the conversation made him feel threatened or uncomfortable.

It was Snape's habit, when his mood bordered on angry, that he liked to break up a sentence into several sentences and add a dizzying pile of sarcasm.But when he was on guard against something, his words would become extraordinarily concise and sharp, just like now.

"I'm just asking, and I'm sorry to take your time, sir."

Snape looked at her for a while, before finally saying, "Slughorn should be in the Forbidden Forest, you can go there now."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Felicity Elixir is probably the most beautifully colored potion Aurora has seen so far, bar none.It looks like a blend of citrus, daisy, and sunshine essences, translucent and gentle.

Aurora opened the cork and took a sip. She didn't taste the expected sweetness, but she suddenly had a very strong desire to go somewhere in the Forbidden Forest.

She instinctively found Slughorn there, and under the guidance of the Felicity Elixir and her early temptations, she would definitely be able to get Slughorn's memory that contained the truth about the Horcrux.

……

Sirius knew that Dumbledore was very busy recently, but he was so busy that he couldn't see him within the agreed time, which really surprised Sirius.

He stooped out from the fireplace, patted the dust off his body, and held a transparent glass test tube containing memory between his bony and slender fingers.

Dumbledore had the habit of storing all his memories in one place, and those piles of bright silver-white threads made that cabinet look as shiny as a Christmas tree, and it was hard not to notice it.

It appears that Dumbledore used the chest as an ornament, placing it in a corner against the wall.He'd always loved things that were shiny, as much as he loved icing treats in every flavor.

Sirius labeled the test tube in his hand and placed it in the most conspicuous position on the third floor of the cabinet.It contained some important memories of his time here.

When he withdrew his hand, he fiddled with the rotating cabinet casually, and suddenly caught a very sensitive name out of the corner of his eye.

The label looks old already, like a memory from a long time ago.It says, Severus Snape, by accident.

Sirius frowned, the natural arrogance of the Black family was completely displayed on his face.

He reached for the test tube, opened it, and poured the memory strands into the Pensieve.

The silvery white thread is entwined and diffused inside, and a picture slowly emerges.

The gate of the London Theater was blasted open by Death Eaters with magic, green magic beams swept and destroyed everywhere, and the sound of glass bursting was clear and piercing.

Aurora's short figure flickered past the end of the dark corridor, and when it was ejected by the impact of the spell and fell to the ground full of broken glass, it was as soft as a thin piece of paper, without any weight.

Sirius watched as Snape counteracted another Death Eater's Killing Curse with the Unseen Curse.

The moment Shenfeng Wuying was thrown away, Aurora got up tremblingly from the ground, and was instantly cut across her eyes by the curse.

The crimson blood stained the water in the Pensieve red, and he heard Aurora's scream.

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