[HP] Butterfly Effect

The cruelest thing about the truth is that it cannot be denied.

At the moment when the bright red blood spilled from the memory screen, Aurora couldn't see anything clearly.I just feel that the water in the entire pensieve is gradually solidified by this deep and dazzling color, and I even have difficulty breathing.

She struggled out of it and fell onto the chair, her face wet.

The memory of the London theater attack hovered in the black box constructed by the amnesiac potion, waiting for the day when the shackles finally rusted away, surging out of the forbidden zone of thinking again.

Those incomparably vivid landscapes and screams, as well as the last kind of severe pain that seemed to be dying, all revived from this moment.Her vision regained contact with the real tragedy of that day. She saw that the sun and the moon were replaced by the skeleton breathing poisonous snakes, hanging in the hazy sky, and she also smelled the ominous smell mixed with the fragrance of the flower shop in the air. Cold and refreshing.

Across the desolate street blown by the long wind, stood Snape in a black robe and a mask.

Then there was the endless pain caused by being blinded after the spell was missed.

These memories representing the truth finally come alive, smashing all previous speculations and doubts.Like the scattered moonlight that finally ushered in after breaking through the thick fog after going through thousands of dangers, they have been waiting for a long time in the long oblivion and cover-up, just to illuminate the way for those who fall into the abyss.

The abyss is reality, and she has despaired of every possibility she has ever imagined.

Aurora unconsciously used her fingertips to draw along the invisible scar, the pain in her chest was as deep as her eyes.The water in the Pensieve was so cold that she began to shiver uncontrollably.

Sirius' consolation and Dumbledore's words, to Aurora, all turned into a tape that was damaged by pulling, and could not read any meaningful content.She took off her glasses and wiped off the water stains on her face with her sleeves. The blurred images in her vision were extraordinarily bizarre, which gave her a headache.

This kind of pain is both illusory and real. They grow in memory, in reality, in her eyes, heart, and mind. They are everywhere and cannot be escaped.She felt like a clay puppet thrown into a forging furnace. The frenzied flames of emotions and the cold reality resisted, alternately controlling her senses, making her more and more rigid and heavy.

She wanted to reject the result, but could find no valid reason.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore stared at Aurora's frighteningly pale face.

Aurora shook her head intermittently, the feeling of uncontrollable collapse oppressed her, her voice still sounded hoarse and obscure after trying to adjust: "Sorry, professor...can I go to the bathroom?"

"Of course." Dumbledore waved his wand and opened the door, "It's at the end of the corridor."

She staggered to her feet, rejected Sirius' offer to send her out, walked slowly to the bathroom, turned on one of the faucets, splashed cold water on her face, and stared absently at herself in the mirror.

Everything she saw in the Pensieve was still rolling in Aurora's mind.She thought back to herself lying in the middle of a pool of blood; she thought back to Snape returning to Dumbledore and repeating all the things that had happened expressionlessly, with a tone so indifferent that it made people feel cold all over her body; Upon request, Snape made a remedial promise to heal St. Mungo's eye before the customary amnestic measures were taken.

His appearance at that time was no different from the one Aurora saw when he first entered Hogwarts, tall and thin, with a gloomy demeanor.Even the way they speak and the deep calm in their eyes are exactly the same.

However, this kind of familiarity makes Aurora feel very strange.It seemed that the man in the Pensieve was not at all the man who would stand on the podium to give her a lecture, nor the man who would bring her presents in return on a snowy night at Christmas, nor the man who would freeze the sky all over London Feng Feng's critical moment, when everyone has forgotten that she can't stay in the snow for a long time, but still remembers the person who brewed a potion for her eyes to protect her eyes.

They are so similar, but they seem completely different.

"I admit that this was an accident, a mistake caused by my failure to weigh it well, but I will cure her." Snape did not avoid Dumbledore's gaze, and he remained calm and calm when speaking.It's as if they're talking about an accidental slip-up in an elaborate plan, a misplaced cog suddenly jammed in a precision instrument.

Aurora had the feeling that, in his eyes, it was nothing more than a misstep to be corrected—it was dishonorable, out of place, out of plan, and had to be cleaned up.

She finally squatted down, buried her face in her knees and arms, and the bluish white light leaked in from the gap in the window, spying on her coldly.It wasn't until she was a little out of breath that Aurora raised her head again, staring absently at the shaking light circle above her head, her pupils were paralyzed and nearly slackened.

While she was still in a daze, Peeves nimbly came out from the wall, looked down at him, and grinned: "Look what I found, a little girl hiding in the toilet and crying. The perfect target for teasing!" "Aurora subconsciously wanted to refute him saying that she wasn't crying, but when she reached out to wipe her face, she found that her palm was full of wet water stains.She was silent for a while, then turned her head and ignored it: "Not today, Peeves. I'm not in the mood to play with you right now."

"Ah, it's okay, little guy." Peeves floated with a smile on his face, his body was dyed a misty silver-gold by the sunlight, "I just need to be in the mood!"

After speaking, it whirled and laughed sharply.The faucets in the entire bathroom were turned on, screaming strangely with Peeves, and the water splashed like a tsunami for a while.The transparent water color is gradually deepening, turning into a shocking blood red, spreading on the ground, in the sink, and even on the walls are some bloody distorted words.Aurora was caught off guard, drenched from head to toe, and looked like a drowning person who had just emerged from the water.

She drew out her wand angrily and pointed it at him, only to find that the whole bathroom was soaked in this red water flow, just like the scene where her eyes were cut out in the Pensieve.Viscous blood surged and spread everywhere, wrapping her in an airtight manner.

This kind of red greatly stimulated Aurora's nerves, she screamed and rushed out of the bathroom with her head in her arms, and ran out without direction, with Peeves' cheerful and malicious laughter behind her.

She didn't have the strength to control the strange eyes of the students around her, she only knew that she wanted to escape from here urgently.She ran very fast, as if she could leave those memories behind forever. At this speed, the entire ancient castle of Yan Huang turned into a thin background color, passing silently and quickly.

There were students wearing Gryffindor robes passing by the stairs, Aurora grabbed one of them abruptly, and asked anxiously: "Excuse me, have you seen Chevalier and Weasley?"

The other party shook his head and said no.Aurora ran over to grab another girl with a prefect medal: "Did you see Chevalier and Weasley?"

"They are taking Charms class." The girl thought for a while and replied, "Do you have anything to do with them?"

"Feel sorry……"

Aurora ran down the stairs in despair, and almost fell directly from the eighth floor because of the change of stairs.She got up and continued to run down into the basement, the familiar cool air surrounded her.

"Did you see Tonks?"

"Sorry Prefect, I don't know this person. But you look bad, are you okay? Shall I take you to Madam Pomfrey?"

"I'm fine...I'm sorry, please wait a minute, did you see Tonks?"

"Tonks? That Transfiguration Magus? She's in class, why don't you go back to the lounge and dry your clothes?"

Aurora looked back blankly at the several Slytherins who came out from the other side of the basement, and ran over to grab one of them: "Excuse me, have you seen Greenberg? Your new prefect of Slytherin, do you have any?" did not see?"

The Slytherin girl frowned, and looked at her a little arrogantly: "I didn't see her, and please let me go."

"I'm sorry." She bypassed these people and continued to stagger into the Slytherin area in a daze.The dim green light here made it hard for her to see the way.

"Excuse me, have you seen Greenberg? I'm looking for her."

"No."

"Excuse me……"

"Um, didn't see it, but it looks like you fell into the water?"

Aurora was completely desperate.She wanted them all, but couldn't find any.

She slid down against the wall, and finally sat on the ground, staring blankly at the snake-shaped wall lamp on the top of the opposite wall, and suddenly felt that she was having a nightmare.

Snakes carved from black iron stared at her from above, the flames in their pupils were green and cold.

Some scattered Slytherins passed by Aurora, most of them pretended that they didn't see such a person, and some decided not to meddle in the affairs of a student from the outer courtyard after hesitating for a while.Until Sur Garcia passed by and saw her, he walked over curiously and shook his hand in front of her: "What are you doing sitting here? What happened?"

Aurora asked with difficulty: "Senior sister, have you seen Beverly?" Su Er thought for a while, and replied: "She is taking a transformation class, and it may take a while to come back. What are you looking for her, I I can pass it on to her for you."

"...it's nothing, thank you..." she said, getting up unsteadily and walking towards Hufflepuff.

She walked to the end of the road that almost no one would come to, her forehead rested on the cold wall, and she reached out to knock on it, her voice was as elusive and fragile as a whispering ghost: "Mr. Slytherin, are you inside? Please, are you in there... please open the door, I can't find them, none of them..."

I don't know how long it has been repeated intermittently, Aurora suddenly felt that the wall in front of him seemed to change, followed by the sound of the door opening.The warm yellow light enveloped her softly and brightly. Aurora squinted her eyes uncomfortably, and saw Salazar standing in front of the bookshelf in Helga's room, holding an old book in her hand, reading Looking at her expression, I can't tell whether it's good or bad.

"Give me a reason why you have to come here?" He said calmly, with a hint of interrogation, sounding oppressive.Aurora raised her head, and the tears of over-endurance finally poured out: "I really can't find anyone else, they are not here, I'm sorry."

Salazar frowned and clicked his tongue, closed the book in his hand, waved his hand and dragged Aurora in from the door and stuffed it into a chair, asked Aidara to bring a pot of warm black tea, and then closed the door again .

He poured the black tea into a cup and put it in front of Aurora, cast a drying spell on her, sat opposite her, crossed his legs, crossed his fingers, and said neatly: "Tell me."

Aurora explained briefly, with a somewhat hollow expression.Listening to what she said, Salazar was slightly surprised at first, and then frowned.After a while, he suddenly looked at Aurora on the chair, and asked without emotion: "So do you hate him now? Because of your eyes."

Aurora was stunned by Salazar's words. After reacting slowly for a while, she slowly shook her head: "No. It was just an accident."

"Do you really think so?"

"I think so."

She knew that this was actually a normal and reasonable result, after all, they didn't know each other at all at that time.What's more, in that era, with Snape as a double agent who risked his life at any time and a standard Slytherin personality, she could imagine that she would be there without Dumbledore's request. If she died in an attack, no one would pay attention to her.

but……

"Then why are you sad?" Salazar looked at her unchanged. "Or, even though you understand what happened at that time, it is still difficult to accept that he was the one who did it indirectly?"

The reason why he said this is because he has his own considerations for many details of the whole matter. Frankly speaking, Salazar does not believe that a person who can kill people without a trace by controlling everyone's reaction in battle People, actually miss in a one-on-one situation.

The only explanation was that Snape didn't care much about the people around him at the time, and his attitude was very indifferent.

"Indirect action?" Aurora repeated the sentence, frowning and shaking her head, "No... I don't think so."

"Then what are you thinking about?" He narrowed his eyes, the emerald green in his eyes was so thick that it was a bit dark, flowing around the vertical black pupils.

This question pierced Aurora's thinking very directly, breaking away all the unstable emotions on the surface and digging into the core.

She had to admit that at the beginning, she was really shocked.Her eyes had been cut blind by Snape's spell because of an accident, even if it was an accident, she felt extremely painful and sad.

However, this sadness was quickly diluted in Dumbledore's revelation of Snape's identity as a double agent at the beginning. The person she loved has been walking alone on the edge of darkness and death, not understood or known by anyone.

So what she really cared about was Snape's attitude.She already knew that Snape had come to save her and heal her eyes at the request of Dumbledore in the first place, so what happened later?

Was that all because of Dumbledore's words too?

What about those Christmas presents that were exchanged, and those times when he took the initiative to defend himself?And why?

If Snape really had to do it all the time because Dumbledore told him to, then what she fell in love with was nothing more than a false lie.The moments and memories she holds dear are fake, and so is her Patronus.Maybe even Snape was tired of being protected by her, all he was doing was obeying and fixing mistakes, but she was foolish enough to take it seriously.

That's what made her so out of control.

But if you really care that much, ask him.The potion of felicity encouraged her in her blood that was gradually warming up. Anyway, it was impossible to get worse than the current situation.

Go ahead and ask him.

After thinking of this, Aurora suddenly stood up from the chair.Salazar looked at her a little surprised: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to ask him about it," she replied.

Sarah checked her for a moment, then picked up the book again: "Go ahead while you can."

The door opened and closed, and Salazar looked away from the pale gold that had disappeared from the door, and rested casually on an illustration in the book.It depicts a lush, tall mistletoe with green branches.There is a grotesque symbol under the canopy, which looks like a deformed leaf, and the leaves extending from the two sides of the central straight vein are asymmetrical in shape, representing that all the two magic wands of this imprint will never be able to confront each other.

This mark will be imprinted on the wand for its entire life, no matter how long it takes, no matter how many owners they change.

What a pity, if anyone between him and Helga could run over like this and directly question the other party.

It wasn't the first time Salazar had this idea.In this thousand years of eternal life, so long that even existence is a kind of torture, many things that he once thought he cared about and were extremely important have quietly faded away, but he still can't let go of Helga.

Countless times, Salazar wondered what would he say if he had the chance to see her again?

Maybe it's the question he's always wanted to ask; maybe it's a response to Helga's last request when he left Hogwarts because of anger and pride; How she felt when she lost all the traces she left at Hogwarts.

However, in the end, thousands of words are just one sentence:

I still miss you very much.

……

It had been raining for three consecutive days, and the cold of early winter began to attack Hogwarts layer upon layer.The remaining thin sunlight was exiled outside the clouds, the blue-gray sky hung low on the spire, thick fog lingered, and the dim light was hazy. The vast forest outside the castle was a dark green eternal labyrinth.

Aurora came out of the tower with her astronomy book in her arms, and the surrounding students were discussing the situation of the next Quidditch match with great interest.It is said that some sixth-grade students in Ravenclaw designed a special costume for cheering. When everyone is sitting together, the colors of their clothes will combine to form a huge banner of a copper eagle on a blue background.And with their cheers and applause, the pattern on each person's body will change randomly, it looks like the eagle totem has come alive, which is very spectacular.

The students of the other three colleges were discussing how to make the same or better support items. After all, although the result of the competition was not up to them, they could not lose in terms of momentum.

Aurora bypassed the dense crowd ahead, walked through the corridor, and came to the Charms class.Because it was still early, she was the only one in the entire classroom for the time being.

She spread out the book, held a slender wand in her hand, and twirled unconsciously around her hair.Afterwards, Aurora took out the thesis to be handed in from her satchel and prepared to check it for the last time.But when he turned his head, he accidentally saw the ghost standing at the door—Ms. Gray.

She stood there straight, staring at Aurora motionlessly, her posture was elegant, and there was a hidden curiosity in her usual proud expression.This is not the first time Aurora has seen her, she has seen the resident ghost of Ravenclaw since she first came to Hogwarts.At that time, when she saw Aurora, she was the same as seeing other people, and she didn't have any special reaction.

But since she was in the fourth and fifth grades, Aurora found that she often ran into this Ms. Gray.Ms Gray gave her that strange look every time she saw her, and this time was no exception.

Aurora was sure that she had washed her face well in the morning and that her clothes were not worn backwards, so she took the initiative to ask, "Hello, do you need any help?"

Ms. Gray's expression was slightly in a trance, and she came to her lightly, looked down at her, and her voice sounded more ethereal than ordinary ghosts: "Are you a Hufflepuff student?"

"As you can see, it does."

"Your parents used to go to school here, too?"

"Only my father. He was from Ravenclaw, Edmund Field, and you may have seen him. My mother was ordinary."

Ms. Gray nodded perfunctorily, wondering if she had listened.Aurora waited for a while without seeing the other party continue to speak, so she could only ask: "Why do you keep looking at me? Is there something wrong with me?"

"You...you really..." Ms. Gray frowned slightly, the curiosity in her eyes became more and more intense, but after speaking halfway, she fell silent again strangely.Finally, she reopened her mouth and said, "You really look like someone I once knew." After she finished speaking, she shook her head and corrected, "No, it's exactly the same. Except...the eye color is different."

She stepped back to look at Aurora for a while, and continued to add: "She has curly hair, you don't."

Aurora basically knew who she was talking about, and this discovery made her very surprised: "Wait a minute, you just said that you knew her?" Ms. Gray was also surprised for a moment, and then a kind of defensive solemnity: "You know Who am I talking about?"

"I……"

Before Aurora finished speaking, other students had already walked in one after another.Ms. Gray returned to her usual icy expression, backed away, and disappeared into the wall.

If she knew Helga Hufflepuff, Lady Gray was at least as old as the Big Four.It's unbelievable that she's been around for so long.

At this time, Vox and Bill had already run up from the back row and sat beside Aurora: "Did Ms. Gray talk to you just now?" She nodded and didn't say what they were talking about.

"It's kind of a novelty, Ms. Gray's never been very talkative," Bill said.

After thinking about it, Aurora decided not to tell the story of their conversation just now, she didn't want to make them more nervous.

Almost half a month had passed since that time when she was so crazy that she recklessly showed her patron saint form in front of Snape, and Aurora had already calmed down.After the eager impulse created by the Felix Elixir subsided, she fell into a deep anxiety and panic for a while, but no matter what, she didn't regret the actions she made at the beginning.

But compared to Aurora's own silence now, Vaux and the others still couldn't accept the news very much.On the other hand, Beverly seemed to adapt quickly. Apart from the initial shock, she didn't say anything else.At that time, Aurora had already adjusted her state, and when she went to the Room of Requirement to make potions together, she told them about it very plainly, her tone so calm that no waves could be heard.

So much so that Vox and Bill didn't realize for a moment what she was saying.

It took a long time for the two little lions to come back to their senses. They sat there with dull eyes, stared at Aurora with a calm face, and then pinched each other tacitly to make sure it wasn't their own illusion.

Vaux looked at her a little tremblingly, rubbed the arm that was pinched by Bill just now, and asked a little blankly: "Are you definitely joking?"

Aurora shook her head, their reactions were completely within her expectations.Bill covered his face, and his tone sounded strangely regretful: "Ah, poor Cha... forget it. But then again, Aurora, are you sure you know what you're talking about? Professor Snape? Why? "

"How?" Vox still looked shocked. "No, when?"

Beverly put back the lock of hair that had fallen down because of the sudden raise of her head, and there was no obvious surprised expression on her face: "Isn't the point that the dean just kicked you out, but Didn't you really reject you?"

There was a sudden silence in the air.

Vaux has a splitting headache: "I don't know who to wake up anymore, it's too much for my age."

Bill touched his chin: "The sorting hat has gone wrong, you should have come to Gryffindor in the first place."

……

Not long after the last Gryffindor student left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, there was another creaking sound of the door being opened.At the same time, the sound of the rain outside the window seemed to have gone away, as if there was a powerful and invisible film of light separating them all, and the entire classroom was frighteningly empty.There are dense dark lights crawling around every corner of the classroom like snakes, from the dome to the ground.

Snape paused for a very short moment and then turned around. Unexpectedly, he saw Salazar standing in the middle of the classroom at some point, his body color was as indifferent and solemn as the rainy day outside.

"What's the matter, my Dean?" Salazar raised his chin, and the gleam and shadow shrouded his too young face together, reminiscent of the old gods in those ancient scrolls.

Snape walked down, and replied respectfully and politely: "According to my investigation, after your locket was made into a Horcrux by the Dark Lord, it went around several places, and finally it was found in Grimmauld Square. .12 Found in the old house of the Black family. There was no other meaningful thing nearby."

As soon as he finished speaking, Salazar's eyes sank, dark sharpness appeared in his eyes, and his tone became completely cold, more shocking than the cold rain outside: "What happened before that?"

"Before that, it was kept by a woman named Hepzibah Smith." Snape carefully observed the details of the other party's expression, and had a basic idea of ​​what Salazar was looking for. Weigh, "But there, I found something very special. It is in the collection of Hepzibah Smith, along with your locket."

He said, "A very old gold cup. Judging by the badger sculpture on it, I guess it might have belonged to Helga Hufflepuff."

The rain curtain and the light wave suddenly fluctuated at the same time, as if the film that wrapped the entire classroom suddenly shrank.Snape straightened his back and looked at the other party: "I hope I said what you wanted to hear."

"Where is the gold cup now?" Salazar asked bluntly.Snape replied apologetically: "I'm sorry, I've searched for a long time, but I haven't found the whereabouts of the gold cup. I only know that after Hepzibah Smith died suddenly, the gold cup and the locket were gone."

"They're all gone." Salazar repeated in a dark and playful tone, staring at him with emerald green pupils, "They disappeared at the same time?"

"It seems so. This memory comes from Smith's house-elf, which has been kept by Dumbledore in the headmaster's office. We already know that the Dark Lord made seven Horcruxes, and the locket is one of them." Nepe continued to speak calmly, deliberately slowing down, "So I have thought that maybe the golden cup has also been made into a Horcrux and hidden somewhere. Dumbledore is currently following this clue Find."

The film formed by the magic power pressed down more heavily, and the glass of the classroom gradually began to be covered with small cracks. The rainwater almost slammed on the outside, and the light wave twisted into a ubiquitous devil's net.

Salazar looked at the distorted and misty scenery outside the window expressionlessly, the dark green reflection of the forest merged with his eyes: "Got it."

After speaking, he left quickly.The moment the light film dispersed, the torrential rain washed down, the rows of glass burst open crisply, and the tables, chairs and cabinets in the entire classroom trembled.

It looked like he was furious with the result.

Still, that might be a good thing.

Snape flicked his wand to bring the broken windows back into place, and heard a wooden cabinet behind him suddenly fall.

He frowned and looked back, and saw Aurora squatting on the ground trembling, covering her face with her hands, thick blood was flowing from between her fingers, falling drop by drop on the ground, shockingly red.

Snape's mind was blank for a moment, and he instinctively wanted to pull her up to check where she was hurt.However, the moment he caught sight of the overturned cabinet, his nervousness suddenly turned into an extreme defensiveness.

It was the locker that held the Boggart.

The Aurora in front of me was transformed into a Boggart.

Without thinking about it, he raised his wand and pointed it at the other party. When the spell was about to come to his mouth, he saw "Aurora" suddenly looked up at him, with an indifferent expression on his face that could not find any warmth/color at all, like I hate him so much.

"You could have avoided blinding me back then. Why didn't you?" She asked Snape coldly, her face was covered with blood, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was as hideous and terrifying as a ghost that had just crawled out of hell.

A heavy sense of guilt and self-loathing surged up from the bottom of Snape's heart, so violent that he had no strength to resist.It was as if they had been dormant for a long time, just waiting for an opportunity to burst out and torment him.

He pursed his lips tightly, his expression hollow and gloomy.

"Why didn't you?!" she screamed, "Why didn't you just kill me!"

"You can do it, why not?!"

"Why didn't you!"

"Why can't I get better, why why?!"

"You know my eyes are hopeless, it's impossible to get better!"

"I hate you!"

The girl snarled at him almost crazily, and her words became more and more vicious: "I hate you to death! Go to hell, Severus Snape! I curse you to go to hell!"

The obligatory Occlumency cut off the Boggart's sources of information, and the image of Aurora disappeared, reverting to a shapeless and colorless mass locked back in the locker.Snape staggered slightly and took a step back, his face was morbidly pale like never before, the hand holding his wand was trembling uncontrollably, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his heart began to feel uneasy after a momentary emptiness Jump regularly.

Boggarts are reacting to a person's deepest fears.And his fear is Aurora's total blindness and loathing, hatred, curse, malevolence.

He was afraid that she would really never see him again, and even more afraid that she would hate him.

This completely messed up cognition almost tore away his pride and pretense, leaving only the most vulnerable and scarred soul.

"I accept everything from you." Aurora's words were still lingering in her mind, and the appearance of the Patronus she summoned appeared before Snape's eyes.

But another voice warned him coldly, this is completely wrong, she is only in the fifth grade, but she is only 16 years old, and she has not seen more people and things.Her promises were as naive as she was, and they never stood up to any test.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, maybe sometime in the future.As long as a more suitable person appears, she will react that something is wrong, and then become angry and regretful.

Snape gritted his teeth and warned himself that such absurd feelings could not be trusted at all.

But at the same time, he couldn't deliberately ignore and deny his transformation.That forbidden emotion is the most vicious and sweet dark thorn, they are rooted in the bones, slowly breaking through all the confinement and shackles, gradually piercing through him.

This was a mistake, but unfortunately when he finally realized it, it was too late.

……

When she woke up from those repeated paradoxical dreams again, Aurora looked at the time, and it was only three o'clock in the morning.

The ghost shark bite on her calf was still burning, and it hurt every time she dreamed about those strange things and people, every time.

But this time, her dream has changed slightly.

When the skeleton hand in the black cloak pulled her up from the deep cold water of Plymouth, the blood-red sunset burned through half the sky, high and bright and beautiful.

He pointed at a creature on the river bank with his hand that only had bones, and said with a half-smile in a hoarse voice: "Look, the butterfly's wings are moving."

Aurora sat quietly by the side, her whole body was cold.

"But it's getting dark, too."

She raised her head, and the setting sun looked at her pitifully.

The author has something to say:

In fact, the heroine is a very cowardly Hufflepuff. Do some friends misunderstand her and think she is a green tea bitch? ? ?She just occasionally struggles with her true identity, and occasionally feels sad, a typical soft-hearted person.

I'm sorry I didn't write the heroic and heroic anti-Mary Su heroine that I should have.