[HP] Butterfly Effect

This was the fourth time Beverly looked up at herself, in less than 10 minutes.For her character, this behavior is quite abnormal.

Aurora finally stopped flipping the book in her hand, scratched her face with a quill, and asked a little uneasy: "Is there something on my face? Why do you keep looking at me like this?" Beverly changed her posture and turned her head Turning his gaze to the door of the library: "Since you sat down, the bloody Barrow has been staring at you at the door. Sometimes it's Ms. Gray, sometimes it's him. It's been a long time, haven't you noticed? "

She was right.Aurora followed Beverly's gaze towards the door, and sure enough, she saw the blood man Barrow standing at the door with a gloomy and confused expression, as if he was watching a strange phenomenon that he couldn't understand.If he doesn't stare at the other person with his eyes, he won't stop.

There was a group of low-grade Hufflepuffs lingering outside the door. They seemed to want to come in but dared not, because the bloody Barrow was standing in the middle of the door.They cautiously poked their heads in and looked around, their cute movements were like a group of little badgers probing at the entrance of the cave.

Aurora put down her pen, opened the stool and walked outside: "Wait for me."

Seeing her approaching, the blood man Barrow backed away unexpectedly, and floated to a place not too far away to stop. There was no vivid expression in his translucent silver-white eyes, like some A faded oil painting that has begun to lose its shape with age, a misty mystery.The other little wizards watched his reaction curiously, and followed Aurora into the library.

Aurora raised her head and flashed a friendly smile at the other party, and the bloody Barrow gradually retreated into the shadows and disappeared.

She sat back in her seat, picked up the pen and dipped the ink again, and passed the glass again: "He is gone now." "This is not the first time, Aurora." Beverly rested her head on her hand, softly Her brown bangs gently brushed her eyebrows, her gaze on her companion was as indifferent and clear as ever, like clear frost accumulated on the window sill, with a slight doubt, "Don't you think it's strange?"

If she had to know the real reason, then she would feel really strange.

After weighing it for a while, Aurora replied in a relaxed tone: "I was curious. But the fat monk told me not to worry about it, so I didn't bother to worry about it."

Beverly looked at her for a while, didn't ask any more questions, and stretched out her hand to turn the pages in front of her to the back.They stayed in the library until just before dinner, when the fifth-year Gryffindors were dismissed.Vox patted the feathers on the cloak and the snow particles mixed with dark blue pine needles, and together with Bill, they used magic to blow up the snowflakes on the bottom of each other's feet and ran in. Beverly's cleansing spell greeted them.

He blinked and looked at the clean robe: "Have you been waiting here for a long time?" Aurora stood in the shadowed corner where the snow outside the door could not be seen, and replied with a smile: "No, it's just arrived. Why do you two feel like rolling in the snow?"

Bill reluctantly turned his head to a few distressed Gryffindors who just came in: "It's not just us, everyone is similar. This magical animal protection class is terrible, and Professor Keitel Byrne has a leg pain. No way, can't control that group of discoloration/cat leopards with excess energy. We spent the whole class catching those magical creatures running around, and they were so annoying."

"They disappeared as soon as they touched the snow, just like a nightmare version of chameleons." Vox frowned, it seemed that the experience of the class just now was very bad, "Professor Keitel plans to apply to Principal Dumbledore for This course invites a teaching assistant, he is too old and a little bit powerless."

"As a result, no one at the scene was willing." Bill spread his hands. "I have to admit that the world of magical creatures is indeed very attractive, but managing them is too tiring."

"Are you going to try it? I bet Professor Keitel will be very welcome." Vox said to Aurora.Before she could answer, he shook his head again: "Let's talk about it when spring comes. Your eyes are like this now, and it will be troublesome if you run out and deteriorate again."

With that said, the four of them came to the restaurant all the way, and each sat at the dining table of their college.The smell of food and the sound of intensive conversations are everywhere, and the green and tender magic leaves and various snapdragon flowers are hanging down from the dome.Spring comes much earlier in the castle than outside.

After dinner, Aurora came to the big classroom of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.It was Snape's request to choose a place other than his office to teach her magic while avoiding everyone's attention, and he was forbidden to tell anyone.He didn't say why he did it, and Aurora didn't ask, but it was clear he didn't want anyone else to know about it.

That's understandable, just like Sirius said.If the Dark Lord returned some day in the future, everyone who had received too much special treatment from Snape at Hogwarts would attract the attention of the Dark Lord.So his intentionally indifferent request and practice are undoubtedly protecting himself.

This was summed up by Aurora himself, and Sirius' original words were "so you should stay away from him".

The lights in the classroom were not turned on, and it was empty and silent. Everything in sight was dim, covered with an old light and shadow in the deep blue twilight.It has been snowing for several days in a row recently, and the temperature has been so cold that it has never been seen before.The snow field under the evening clouds was a cold blue, the color was so contagious that she even felt that blue seaweed and blisters had grown on the edges of the ancient window lattices of Hogwarts, fish and Shellfish can swim directly into the house in the air, and giant whales flick their tails overhead.

The scene felt eerily familiar to her, like a dream she had once had.She was walking in an underwater town swallowed by water, and a man with no face but a pair of bone hands pulled her forward.

She was trapped in Hogwarts and couldn't get out, as if trapped in an eternal maze.

This association made Aurora tremble slightly, just at this moment Snape opened the door from the outside and came in, just in time to see her staring at the swaying light circle on the edge of the table in a daze.

Sensing someone coming in, Aurora turned around and looked at him: "Good evening, Professor."

Snape closed the door, skillfully arranged a few protective spells at the door, without any greetings or responses, and directly started today's teaching content: "As I said last time, your characteristic is defense. It is an advantage. But in a real battle, defense alone is not enough, you must learn the fastest and most accurate attack."

As he talked, he approached, those deep shadows melted on the hem of his black robe, gradually oppressing him following his steps.

"Then what should I do?"

"You did well in the Transfiguration class, which means that there is no problem with magic skills." Snape analyzed, "What you need is flexibility and combination."

Aurora had difficulty understanding his words, lowered her head and thought for a while, and asked, "You mean, the overlapping use of spells?" Snape nodded with the same expression, his eyes were clouded by the gradually darkening night Calm Gloomy: "You should know the Three Unforgivable Curses."

"Yes." Aurora's eyes were momentarily lost.Her vision, which was far worse than before, made it difficult for her to focus on the person in front of her after she lost enough light sources.Snape raised his hand, let the wand slide into his palm, and silently lit the surrounding wall lamps.A wave-like brass-colored light filled the classroom. Aurora blinked, and her vision became clear again.

"But in fact, few people know that some spells that are not prohibited can also achieve the same effect after overlapping use." Snape said, turning a mutilated wooden stool next to him into a A lively mongoose.

It nimbly jumped up the window to get out, but Snape fixed it in place with the petrification spell.Immediately afterwards, Aurora saw Snape flick his wand lightly: "Torn apart."

After a muffled sound, the mongoose turned back into an incomplete stool, which shattered into countless sawdust and fell down.

"This is the overlapping use of spells." Snape withdrew his hand, "If it is used on real ordinary living creatures, then the two simplest spells just now can be superimposed to have the ability of the Killing Curse. The most basic thing about overlapping spells is to use two or more spells step by step in the shortest possible time, and this is what you need to learn during this time."

Aurora looked at the fragments on the ground, nodded, and asked again: "This is actually the prototype method of creating a new spell, isn't it, professor?"

"That's true." Snape glanced at her, "If you want to create new spells, you must use the basic spells very skillfully to transform and transform them. It takes a lot of control to be successful.”

"I understand."

"let's start."

Snape retreated to the side, watching Aurora follow what he had just taught, and began to try to use many basic offensive spells in combination to achieve some effects that only advanced magic could achieve.Just as he thought, Aurora was several times more dexterous in learning spells than she was in learning potion brewing, and he only needed to give some hints at the right time for her to master it quickly.

So Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall have every reason to admire her so much.

Slughorn, on the other hand, always sighed when mentioning Aurora from time to time. He couldn't figure out why this girl could master the theory of potions very quickly, but once she really started brewing it, she always failed to excel.It's like there's something wrong with the makeup of her magic somewhere, and it can't really blend perfectly with those potions.

In the end, Slughorn decided to blame this reality on balance, just like Newt, who is also a natural animal trainer. Although he has no troubles with potion brewing, he has always struggled with interpersonal relationships.

Thinking of this, what Salazar said to him a few days ago suddenly appeared in Snape's mind: "The natural beast tamer and the snake whisperer are the most special among all wizards. These two talents can be regarded as Beings of the same origin but different manifestations."

"Just as wizards can easily recognize their own kind from Muggles, wizards with these two gifts can easily recognize each other."

Snape remembered the look on Salazar's face when he said this.His eyes lost all light in a very short moment, nothing in the world could leave the slightest trace in his eyes, the cold emerald green on the irises dissolved into a large lifeless deep dark lake, and the raging waves rolled at the bottom: "If these two kinds of people meet, there will only be two results."

"Either become the closest person to each other, or become the most irreconcilable enemy. There is no third possibility."

"If you are really as loyal to me as you say, Severus. Prove it to me, convince me." The Dark Lord casually ran his fingertips over the fine lines of the bone-white wand in his hand, The stern and erratic tone in his tone made people tremble.He handed the glass tube containing Emond's memory to Snape, his scarlet eyes were as bright as a poisonous snake staring at its prey.

"Find her and kill her."

This was Snape's order, and he came into Aurora's life for the first time in this posture, and he almost made a move, but fortunately Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Professor, does it mean that spells with higher difficulty are more difficult to overlap with other spells?" Aurora didn't realize what Snape was thinking on the side, and came to a conclusion after some trials, "I found that you can Controlling two higher enchantments would be much more difficult."

The last spark died on the tip of the wand, and the air was so quiet that the sound of snow falling outside could be heard.Aurora, who didn't get an answer, turned back with some doubts: "Professor?"

Snape skillfully concealed the trance in his eyes, and replied: "That's right. The more advanced the spell, the more skillful it is."

Aurora nodded, and suddenly asked: "Have you ever created a spell yourself?" Snape's eyes fell on her heavily, and it was pitch black: "Yes."

"Then, how old were you then?" Aurora asked curiously.Aurora had been thinking about this question ever since Snape first showed her various spell research and application skills that she would never learn in class.If she had been taught by Professor Flitwick, she would never have thought of that.

After all, Professor Flitwick's age and that white hair are enough to prove his deep accumulation in the field of spell knowledge.But Snape was different, he was too young, even if his grim and stuffy demeanor often made people forget this.

When such a person speaks out such knowledge, it is hard not to be surprised and curious.

"About thirteen. Why are you asking this?" He frowned slightly.

Created a magic spell at the age of 13?Aurora had difficulty accepting it, just like when Salazar said he was involved in the founding of Hogwarts.

So, a potions master who can't make his own spells isn't a good Order of the Phoenix double agent?

"Nothing, just a little curious."

Saying that, Aurora blinked, and the tail of the light above her head swept into her eyes, and the clear halo shone in the depths of her eyes like the sun sinking into the distant sea, gentle and brilliant: "Then, the magic spell of Shen Feng Wu Ying is also Did you create it yourself?"

Her voice was not loud, and her tone was relaxed and flat, as if she was discussing something that couldn't be more normal.But the blurted out curse name seemed to stimulate some restricted area of ​​Snape, he frowned and didn't answer, looking at her with a bad face.

"Can you teach me that spell?"

Snape was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand what the other party said: "Why?"

"It's very useful, and it's much more powerful than many spells." Aurora still maintained that simple and straightforward emotion, as if the spell couldn't bring her any other feelings. There was no wave of hesitation, and the seriousness was unbelievable.

"From an offensive enchantment standpoint, it's perfect."

Perfect?

This spell is a very concealed and vicious black magic. As long as the wound it causes, it is impossible to heal without the treatment of the reverse spell, and even if it is healed, the disabled part cannot be regenerated.When Snape created it, there was nothing in his heart but deep-rooted resentment and anger.

It was a spell born for revenge, and it was accidentally cast on her eyes, nearly blinding her.The spell was as dark and rotten as he was, unacceptable, a true portrayal of the closest he'd ever come to madness.

But she said it was perfect.

A long silence freezes all active sensations, and time and everything are driven out.Snape returned his attention to the girl in front of him, and the flowing light in the classroom infected his eyes for the first time.He picked up the wand, and wrote the spell stroke by stroke in the air, and bright lines of flame color burst through the air between the two of them.

Sectumsempra, God has no shadow.

"This is the incantation," he said, as the movement of the hand continued, and another line of incantation was written. "This is the counter-curse for healing."

Aurora looked at the two spells carefully for a while, then chanted softly, and after confirming that she had memorized them, she raised her wand and pointed it at a wooden chair next to her: "Shenfeng Wuying!"

Without any warning, the wooden chair shattered into several pieces as if split by a sharp sword, with neat and smooth edges.

Snape glanced at the pile of broken wood, carefully observing all of Aurora's reactions.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the magic wand without any light beams or sounds, then at the shapeless chair, and couldn't help reaching out to touch the corners of her eyes: "It really hurts to look at it."

After hearing her unconscious words, the corners of Snape's mouth clenched unconsciously.However, before he could speak, Aurora suddenly laughed again, looking very happy: "Thank you, Professor."

"That's it for today, you can go back." He scratched the spell letters floating in the air, "You learn quickly."

"Then I'll go first, good night Professor."

"Good night."

……

It was that dream again, clear and chaotic.

Aurora ran away in embarrassment, followed by a cold hissing sound behind her, making one's scalp tingle.She held the hand of a black-haired boy and kept hiding from place to place. The dream was bumpy and crumbling.

"Run!" she yelled anxiously.

The distant lights were as faint as fireflies in the dark night, and the stars above her head were swallowed by thick clouds. The damp and cold feeling unique to the forest surrounded her, mixed with the smell of earth that was full of fishy smell, and she choked when she inhaled it quickly. People want to throw up.The sharp and thorny branches scratched her clothes and caught her long hair, causing unbearable pain, but she dared not stop.

More pictures came frantically, flooding her like a flood.

There are bright fluorescent green leaves falling from the black clouds overhead, denser than any snow in the deep winter, as if they are going to bury her in this forest.As Aurora walked through with difficulty, she heard small voices calling her from all directions.

She stopped and looked around blankly, only to realize that on each leaf was a vivid scene:

With her sitting next to Snape, watching the Quidditch match together, the flags of the four houses were flying in the air, the colors were so vivid that they almost dyed the thin clouds in the sky.

She carried dinner from the kitchen, walked along the empty corridor to the door of the cellar office, knocked on the door with a smile, and walked in to the dean in black.

and also……

All the leaves were burned by an invisible force into countless green light spots, like being in the center of crushed stars.Aurora looked forward and saw a vague tall figure standing not far from her.

He pointed his wand at her, and Aurora instinctively clenched her wand and fought him desperately.Severe pain came from the palm of her hand, and she saw that her and the other's hands were gradually gushing blood, and the two wands were trembling and unable to control.

Not long after, he opened his mouth to speak a language similar to the sound of a snake, and a giant snake sprang out from the green leaves all over the ground behind Aurora, its sharp fangs gleaming coldly.

"Well……"

She turned over abruptly, fell from the not-so-high tree trunk, and landed on the thick meadow full of white clover and luxuriant bluebells, and a cool and moist scent of grass and trees rushed to her face.Waking up suddenly from the dream, her senses, which were still somewhat dull, gradually conveyed clear pain to her. Aurora tried to move her body, and the heavy sense of lethargy oppressed her.

The unicorn shredded coconut and thestral coffee beans stood beside her, lowered their heads and bit her clothes, trying to pull her up.Aurora sat upright unsteadily, slapped the grass leaves and pine needles off her body, and casually and habitually cast a cleansing spell on herself.

The blue sky was gray and low, and the deep clouds full of rainwater lingered overhead and refused to go.Aurora's mind was still stuck in the repetitive dream just now. When she looked up, she could see the faint light cast from the gaps in the dense forbidden forest, with a light gray-green color, fragile to thin.

At this time, Hagrid, who came out for a walk with Fang Fang and patrolled, just passed by, and greeted Aurora happily after seeing Aurora: "Good afternoon, Aurora, why didn't you attend the employment consultation meeting?"

"Employment counseling meeting?" Aurora repeated blankly, then jumped up suddenly, and the shaken robes rolled down a few purple flowers on the grass, "Thank you for reminding me Hagrid! See you next time!"

As she said that, she grabbed the satchel and ran out, and the magical creatures that had finished hunting also flew out from the depths of the forest and got into the bag.

I actually slept until now.Aurora thought desperately, and ran towards the auditorium without daring to catch her breath.

Dean Sprout had warned all fifth graders about career counseling two weeks ago.Originally, according to the tradition, each student only needs to find the dean of his college for one-on-one consultation.However, this year, Principal Dumbledore seems to have amended the rules to allow all professors and students to gather together, not limited to the academy, anyone who is interested can ask.

When Aurora arrived, Dean Sprout had just finished giving advice to Bradley, who was also the fifth-grade prefect.Seeing Aurora at the door, she quickly beckoned her to come over: "Don't worry my dear, you didn't miss it. On the contrary, you came just in time."

As he spoke, Sprout waved his wand and pointed at the chair in front of him, letting it slide away automatically.Aurora sat down gratefully, and when she looked up, she was surprised to find that Slytherin House was next to Hufflepuff this time, and Snape was sitting next to Sprout.He had no expression on his face, flipping through a piece of parchment handed over by the student in front of him.

However, it is also obvious that the students of the two colleges are deliberately keeping a distance from each other.The Hufflepuff team was almost completely mixed with the Gryffindor next to it. If you didn't look at the color of the lining of the robe and hood, it was impossible to tell which students belonged to which house.

They are also sitting next to each other, and this kind of clear-cut performance is very subtle.

"Okay, Aurora, let's take our time." Sprout said briskly, smiling kindly. "Have you thought about what you plan to do in the future?"

"Uh..." Aurora looked down at the pile of colorful brochures in front of Sprout. She had seen most of these things, and they had been stuffed into the common room of each college a week ago.

She pushed down her glasses and noticed that many students around her were looking at her, which made her feel very stressed: "Is it related to magical creatures?"

Professor Sprout smiled kindly: "Of course, you are the most qualified and talented person. In fact..." She took out a letter from her handbag as she spoke, "Professor Dumbledore before This was handed over to me, do you remember Ms. Meiya Stone?" Aurora nodded, "I remember, she is from the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control of the Ministry of Magic, and her letter is very distinctive."

Not only is it very distinctive, I am afraid that I have searched the entire British Ministry of Magic, only she will use cute emojis and pink wavy lines throughout the letter when writing.If you look at it with the light-sensitive mark of the Ministry of Magic on the stationery, it is really powerful.

"She is also a student who graduated from Hogwarts. Knowing that we will have an employment consultation meeting recently, she wrote to ask if you plan to join their department after graduation. This is a good opportunity, Aurora."

"Indeed." Slughorn on the side said with a smile across a table, "If you really go to the Ministry of Magic, the best thing is Aurora. I happened to teach I have a few students who have made great achievements in the Ministry of Magic, and I can introduce you to them."

"Thank you, professor, but..." Aurora considered for a while, and finally said, "I think I may not be suitable for the Ministry of Magic."

"Why do you think so, kid?" Sprout looked at her in surprise.

Aurora shrugged: "I don't know, maybe I like this place more than the Ministry of Magic."

"Here? You mean you want to stay in Hogwarts?" Sprout was even more strange, seeming a little incomprehensible, "I remember you said last year that you wanted to go to other places in the world like Newt ?”

"However, people change, Professor." Aurora smiled, "I wanted to open my own magical creature hospital when I was in the first grade, but reality told me that I had to give up."

"You mean..."

"My potion brewing level is realistic." She sighed, sincerely sad.

Sprout was entertained by her remarks, and said enlighteningly: "Everyone is incomplete, Aurora. Even if you are not very good at making potions, it is nothing to worry about too much, you know, Everyone has something they're not good at."

"That's right." Bradley on the side said half-jokingly, "It's really not possible, you can still find a boyfriend who is good at potions."

As soon as this was said, everyone around except Snape was amused.Slughorn followed Bradley's words in a good mood: "This suggestion is good. As your Potions professor, I can be a consultant for you for free. Of course, if you like to be older One point, the mature and stable type, I think the single healers in St. Mungo's are a good choice. You must know that when dealing with magical creatures, you can't avoid potions, and professional complementarity is very important."

Aurora was stunned, and responded jokingly: "I don't think this method is necessarily suitable for me. You know me, and any therapist who can improve my level of treatment is probably already recorded in the annals of history as a glorious and distant one." History. I'd better not trouble St. Mungo's now."

Many people around burst into laughter again.

Hearing this, the Slytherin student who was sitting in front of Snape and waiting for him to give his advice also wanted to laugh, but his dean just looked at the job he submitted with a blank expression from the beginning to the end. The planning book said nothing, which made him feel very deeply uneasy.He didn't know where he went wrong, so Snape didn't give any advice, and his face didn't look too good.

He straightened his back, tried to take slow and deep breaths to relax, and felt that he was about to break out in a cold sweat.He could even hear the whispers of a few classmates from the same school behind him. Everyone was discussing why Snape hadn't said a word for so long.

This made him even more flustered, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to test their Mr. Dean, so he could only bite the bullet and wait.

"History is the truth that happened in the past. There are many excellent potion masters and healers in the era we live in. Are you right, Pomona? Hehehehehe..." Slughorn laughed The face is kind.

"Okay, Horace, let the children choose for themselves in the future." Sprout said with a smile, "So Aurora, do you really decide to stay at Hogwarts?"

"That's what I think, Professor."

"Then I think, you'd better find an opportunity to consult with Professor Dumbledore. He will give you suitable advice."

"Thank you."

"Then go back first."

"Goodbye, Professor."

"Goodbye, Aurora."

When Aurora had disappeared through the door and Sprout started discussing future career plans with the next student, Snape finally put down the parchment in his hand, looked up at the little boy who was already turning pale Snake: "With your current grades, if you keep it up, it will indeed support you to apply for the job you want. You just need to continue studying the few courses I wrote down when you are in the sixth grade."

The sweaty little snake looked at Snape a little dazedly: "Is that... that's all, Professor?"

Snape raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No... no more..."

The author has something to say:

I have recently fallen into the pit of Indian mythology, discussing brain holes with my friends every day, and I can't stop it...

It's the sixth grade soon... One step closer to the end, I told myself not to cry! ! !

By the way, in the original book, the employment consultation meeting is indeed one-on-one with the dean, I have changed it here