[HP] Butterfly Effect

1987. August [-]. British Hebrides

At the end of the summer vacation, Aurora went to Helga's hometown as requested by Melanie's letter.The sky there is a blue without any impurities, so clear and pure that even the air is that rare dry and bright.The sun and the sea breeze came together from the distant sea horizon. Aurora tied her long light blonde hair that was blown tousled with a headband and stuffed it into a hat. She carried a satchel and walked carefully on the reef full of dead starfish and aquatic plants. OK.

She is waiting for a ship that will take her to her destination.

The scenery in this area is very good, but because there are too many reefs and the foundation of the beach is not stable, it cannot be developed into a tourist area, and therefore its original natural features are relatively completely preserved.Aurora saw children from several nearby towns jumping and playing happily in the shallow water. They found a pile of driftwood fragments that had been evaporated by the sun from the edge of the nearby forest.

Those woods are covered with a thick layer of salt due to being soaked in seawater all year round, showing a strange off-white color. The flames produced by this kind of branches are very beautiful blue-green, like the aurora in the extreme north at night.

Aurora didn't wait too long at the beach, and the boat agreed in advance came to pick her up on time.Before ten o'clock, she had arrived at the former residence of the Hufflepuff family.The elf Coco opened the door for her. When she saw her, she couldn't help shaking her big ears, her eyes were full of tears: "Miss Helga..."

"It's Aurora." Josephina walked briskly through the wall, happily corrected Coco's mistake, and put her hand on Aurora's shoulder, "Welcome back dear. We thought you would be late, Is the journey going well?"

"Very well." Aurora nodded, and saw that the living room was filled with freshly picked flowers, and there was a very cool and strong aroma, like some kind of flower and wood extract, with a cool and delicate fragrance.She put down her satchel, took off her hat, and shook out her waist-length hair: "It looks like you have a new spice."

"This world never disappoints us. There are many surprises waiting for me to discover." Josefina replied with a smile, and then winked at her playfully, "By the way, I like your glasses. It Very personal."

"Thank you."

Perhaps it is because ghosts somehow freeze some of the characteristics of human beings in life, this lively beauty in Josephine's nature seems to never end, and it is always infectious, making those around her endure. Can't help being happy together.

"Melanie is still there, I'll take you there first." This is Melanie's daily life, and in her long time to immortality, a large part of her was spent somewhere in that forest , Aurora has only heard about this.

Follow Josephina and walk along the path in the forest that has long been covered by old fallen leaves and various lush flowers and plants. The forest is boundless, spontaneously surrounded by a turquoise porous barrier to isolate the sky Open, the sieve dropped countless bright amber light spots scattered on the ground.Gray-haired hares and flaming foxes chased in the shadows of the trees, and the broken roots of flowers and grasses were melted into the soil.The squirrels who were busy cleaning their nests threw down the dry hollow pine cones one by one, and the chirping of the birds was mixed with the regular rumbling waves in the distance. Every place here is as comfortable and natural as a soft dream.

Aurora saw Melanie under a tall ancient tree. Her translucent body was painted golden-red by the sun, and that flowing beautiful halo filled her whole body, making her look extraordinarily illusory.

"Grandma." Josephine tilted her head and called Melanie.Melanie turned to look at Aurora, showing a faint smile that almost melted into the brilliant light: "Welcome back, Ruola. Are your eyes better?"

"At least it didn't continue to deteriorate. I'm very satisfied." Aurora replied, looking up at the ancient tree in front of her, "Do you come here often?" Melanie nodded, and returned her gaze to the ancient tree in front of her The tone was flat: "This tree was planted on the day Hull was 17 years old." After she finished speaking, she paused for a while before continuing, "Together with that Slytherin boy."

Her mood was too calm, but Aurora didn't know what to say. She couldn't boast that the relationship between the two founders was really enviable. Not only did the coming-of-age ceremonies go together, but they also built a witness tree.

Fortunately, Melanie herself didn't intend to ask Aurora to answer.She pointed to the dark brown roots of the ancient tree covered with fluffy moss. They were intertwined and covered with clusters of sorrel grass and purple lily. Many places had protruded from the soil layer and grown to the outside world. , Vibrant tenacity.

"After Hull's death, her wand was buried under this tree and became the root of this tree. This is her own meaning."

"Ah?" Surprised by her words, Aurora couldn't help asking, "You mean, the reason the tree can live so long is because Helga's wand is keeping it under?"

"Yes." Melanie tried to reach out to catch a fallen leaf, but unfortunately failed, she had lost the right to touch anything.The leaves directly penetrated her palm and fell into the shadows and dead leaves all over the ground.

"But now...it's about to die." Melanie said, her mood was obviously depressed and uneasy for the first time.

died?Aurora was even more stunned, looking up at the towering ancient tree that was more than 1000 years old in a daze and disbelief.It towers into the clouds, the trunk is straight, and the propped up canopy canopy is as dense as covering the sky and the sun. The interlaced and dense branches are like a maze, and the dark green shadows are hanging down.No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's going to die.

Aurora withdrew her gaze and asked in confusion, "Why do you think so?"

"The wand is its source of life, Rola. But now, this source is being lost. You see." Melanie pointed to an obvious black spot on the bark of the trunk to Aurora as she said.Only then did she realize that this kind of black spot had covered the entire surface of the tree, but because it was covered by shadows, it was really hard to see unless it was sunny.

"Maybe it's just some fungus or disease or something?"

"It's not that simple, Ruola." Melanie replied flatly, "I've kept it for more than 1000 years, and I'm pretty sure what I'm talking about."

"Sorry Melanie, I didn't mean to question you."

"You never have to apologize to me, kid. I understand what you're thinking. Like I didn't believe it myself at first, but now, I have to admit it."

"Then, does this phenomenon indicate that there is something wrong with the wand?" Aurora asked.Melanie shook her head, "Keep tested the condition of the wand with the elf's magic, it's fine and still healthy. It's just..."

When she said this, Melanie suddenly looked at Aurora thoughtfully, her eyes were elusive: "It seems to be waking up. So it is slowly withdrawing the magic used to support this tree."

"Wake up?" Aurora was even more surprised, "Uh, I don't quite understand."

"Magic wands are very spiritual, Rola. Some wands only recognize the current owner and don't have much loyalty, but some wands will die once they change hands. Others will die as long as the owner passes away." Melanie explained, "The same goes for Hale's wand, which has been sleeping since her death until recently."

"But why did it wake up recently?"

"That's what I'm worried about." Melanie frowned, her eyes full of worry, and her expression was serious. "Hale once made a vow with that Slytherin boy, vowing that the two wands would never fight against each other. This The oath is imprinted in the life of the wand, no matter how many years, no matter how many owners it changes. You can think of it as an unbreakable curse dedicated to wands, or an unsolvable blood bond."

"I think I understand." Aurora nodded.Although she had never heard of the Blood League, she was quite familiar with the previous spell, thanks to Professor Flitwick's generous loan of those precious books on charms that she could read at will.

"The spell binds the wands of the two of them closely together, like a symbiosis. So I'm worried."

"Because Helga's wand is about to wake up now." Aurora realized, "That means, Mr. Slytherin's wand...will also wake up?"

"The awakening of the wand is only a momentary thing. What's more, his wand only obeys the orders of Parseltongue." When Melanie said this, the worry in the eyebrows became more intense, and this strong emotional color made her The entire spiritual body of the wand began to become unstable, "The power of the wand depends to a large extent on its inner core. For example, the wand of Dragon Heartstrings is powerful but will only be loyal to the current owner. The phoenix feather allows the wand to be easily The potential to cast more and more complex spells, the unicorn hair symbolizes the goodness deep in the owner's heart, etc. There are several cores that are rarely used because they are not stable enough, so few people can control them."

"The basilisk horn that makes the wand only obey Parseltongue commands.

Thestral tail feathers always sense death.

Also, the thunderbird feathers that can predict danger. "

After seeing that Aurora understood, Melanie continued: "The inner core of Hull's wand is the last kind of thunderbird feather that can foresee danger. I wonder if another wand will be destroyed someday in the future. wake."

"But you just said that Mr. Slytherin's wand only listens to Parseltongue..." Aurora suddenly had a chilling feeling when she said this, "That is to say...it will be swallowed by a Parsel Cavity wakes up..."

"You wrote to me before and asked me about his blood descendants, and you also think that the Dark Lord is a descendant of Slytherin." Melanie turned completely and looked at her with a serious face, "I was thinking, Huh The change in El's wand may have something to do with him, after all, as you said, there is no evidence that he is dead. This thought disturbs me, so I ask you to come over today."

"So, where's Mr. Slytherin's wand?"

"Nobody knows."

The silence in the forest solidified into an unbearable burden in a short time, and the waves rushed below the cliff, beating this silence in vain.Melanie stared at Aurora like a spark that was about to go out. The sadness and worry in her eyes were so obvious: "There is very little we can do to help you, Ruola. We are just a group of ghosts, and we can't even touch you." bumped into you. But that doesn't mean we don't care about you."

"Be careful of people like Parseltongue." Melanie said to her in a voice that was alert and cold, "You can easily identify each other, so you need to be more careful."

Aurora was silent, this was the third time she heard this sentence.

At this time, the elf Coco suddenly jumped out of the air, and happily and respectfully said to Melanie and Aurora: "Master, Miss Aurora. Coco has prepared a delicious lunch for Miss Aurora. It’s so thick, Miss Aurora have a taste?”

"Thank you, Keke." Aurora forced a smile, "We'll be here soon." Keke excitedly grabbed the small tea towel on his body, repeating "No thanks, no thanks, this is what Coco should do".

After eating, Aurora came to the tree where Helga's wand was buried alone.She climbed all the way along the branches to sit on a not-too-high but very comfortable branch, and the fine afternoon sun shone on her through the canopy, bright and gentle.Through the gaps in the leaves, she saw dark gray-blue clouds gathering on the sea, like an image painting made by splashing watercolors, the colors are distinct and harmonious.The power of the sun is gradually being weakened.

She took out the diary and opened it, and saw the emerald green poisonous snake resting its head on the tip of its tail, dozing lazily.There was no response even when Aurora opened the diary, she just shook her body, still looking comfortable.

"Good afternoon, sir. Sorry to disturb your rest." Aurora grabbed a leaf that fell on the diary, "I am now in the Hebrides, Helga's home."

The poisonous snake opened his eyes, turned his eyes to look at the surrounding environment, and said lightly: "Is this tree still alive?"

"Yeah, it's growing really well." Aurora patted the tree trunk under her, but the big tree didn't move at all.

"What are you doing here?"

"Melanie asked me to come because...some things." Aurora pondered for a while, and then said, "Sir, do you remember where your wand was at the end?"

Salazar narrowed his eyes and looked at her, his tone was dull: "Her wand is under here, isn't it?"

Aurora was speechless, the diary was too sophisticated.

The poisonous snake let go of its body and stretched out on the paper, as if thinking about something, and finally said: "Let me tell you what you know first."

Aurora complied, and roughly recounted what Melanie said just now.Salazar waved the tip of his tail casually to indicate that it was all right, and then said: "What I remember is useless. Do you think it will be left where it was when I died?"

"But isn't that your wand? It should only listen to Parseltongue."

"One last reminder." The poisonous snake squinted at her coldly, and said, "I am not the only one in the Slytherin family, and naturally I am not the only one who can speak Parseltongue at that time, it just depends on the proficiency of the master. Some people are born only able to hear Parseltongue but cannot speak it, and some people can only speak it instinctively but cannot understand it. There are very few Parseltongues who can both understand and speak it."

"Is that so?"

"Isn't the Hufflepuff family's natural beast tamer ability fully reappearing in you after more than 1000 years? There is nothing strange about this."

I have to say that Salazar's example is very convincing.Aurora stopped worrying about the succession of Parseltongue, and instead asked the key points she had captured: "So, you don't know where it is now?"

"I don't know." Salazar replied coldly, with a certain anger in his tone very obvious, "but you'd better tell your professor and the principal about this as soon as possible. According to the current trend , I don't think you guys will be happy to see it someday in the future."

Because there's a good chance that when that day comes, that wand will be in the hands of a Parseltongue, and that Parseltongue will most likely be the Dark Lord.After all, he had found the relics of three of the four founders, and successfully made them into Horcruxes.It was too expected to find the wand left by Slytherin. According to the characteristics of Slytherin, that wand would only be passed on within the family, and he happened to be an insider.

Thinking of this, Aurora trembled slightly, feeling that the Dark Lord was too picky: "If he really comes back and still holds your wand, then we will be miserable."

"So you'd better find this tree before it dies!" Salazar interrupted her, the tone of her voice was completely gone from the smooth and sharp tone at the beginning, and every word was full of dark aggression.Aurora nodded quickly: "I'll go right away."

After finishing speaking, she closed the diary and stuffed it into her bag, and neatly climbed down the tree again to prepare to return to the Hufflepuff house.

Before leaving, Aurora looked back at it for the last time, and suddenly felt a strange feeling.Looking up from this angle, the tree looked inexplicably like the one she had seen in that paradoxical dream she kept repeating.

Under the dark green canopy, she circled the tree continuously.

The only difference was that she recognized the tree in the dream as a snake tree, but this one here was not.

This feeling of overlap between dreams and reality is very vague, making Aurora wonder for a moment whether she is awake or in a dream.

Why do I keep dreaming about these things?Aurora shook her head, and suddenly had a clear and deep sense of fear about those dreams.

That night, she slept restlessly in Josephine's former room.All night long she dreamed that she was lost in the forest where Helga's wand was buried, and there was no one around.

Aurora tried to make a mark on the trunk to get out, but it didn't work.Because it didn't take long for her to discover that every tree around had the same mark on it.They are exactly the same, obviously their own handwriting.

How long have I been lost here?Aurora sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the ghostly and misty primeval forest.

Have I been here many times?

Yes, you have been here many times.

There was a gloomy voice sneering in her ear and said, blowing out a mouthful of icy cold air in her ears.

Aurora threw off the quilt abruptly and sat up sweating profusely. She was the only one in the empty room.

……

For the ten thousandth time, Percy rejected Molly's idea of ​​him sharing an owl with Bill.He had been made to wear the old robes Bill had worn when he was a freshman, and he would never share an owl with him again.

"Mum, I would rather have a toad than agree. You can't persuade me." Percy sat calmly on the steps, with a serious and tense face, "This is a private matter and cannot be shared."

Molly was so angry that he almost fainted: "You just entered Hogwarts, what private affairs can you have?!"

Percy was still unmoved: "I will also become a prefect in the future, so I have to be serious from the first year." Bill was sitting on the sofa teaching Ginny and Ron to recognize new words. After hearing his words, Tilting his head and looking at Percy with a half-smile, he replied leisurely, "You mean I wasn't serious enough?"

Percy choked, and continued dignifiedly silent.Molly raised her forehead: "Bill, honey, don't make jokes at this time."

"Sorry mom, I just wanted to tease our future prefect." Bill couldn't help but reply, "But I can tell you responsibly, Percy, prefects don't have so many personal affairs, you can use it with me at ease." An owl."

"I refuse," Percy replied sternly.Molly yelled more sternly: "Don't be picky, Percy Weasley!"

"But mother!" Percy retorted unconvinced. "I grew up wearing my brothers' old clothes. I can't live without an owl of my own."

Hearing his words, Molly's anger was instantly dispelled by guilt, and she softened her voice, trying to make Percy understand the family's financial difficulties.But Bill suddenly said: "Well, Percy, that owl is for you alone. There are public owls in the school. When I want to write a letter home, I can ask them to help bring it back. Do you think it will work?"

"But……"

Before Molly finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Charlie immediately jumped up to open the door: "Are you here?!"

Aurora came in from the door and hugged him, holding the cage of a dark brown owl in her hand, and said with a smile: "I seem to have just heard someone say that they want an owl of their own? It seems that I came at the right time it's time to."

Percy froze for a moment, looking at her incredulously.

Aurora opened the cage and let the little owl fly out. George and Fred laughed and jumped up and chased it immediately. They jumped up and down in the living room.

"No, no, this is absolutely not acceptable!" Molly shook her head again and again, then pointed at Charlie, "I told you not to talk nonsense!"

"I……"

"Charlie didn't tell me, Molly. Don't be angry." Aurora whistled to get the owl back on her arm, "I know Percy is going to school soon, so I sent him. I happened to be in Magic Pet It's not troublesome to work in the store."

"Will we ever have one too?" asked Fred, looking brightly at the proud owl.Molly slapped them, "Shut up! Don't even think about it!"

"It's yours," Aurora said, raising her arm so that the owl flew onto Percy's lap.The boy stared at it with wide eyes for a while, and said softly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Aurora waved her hand.Molly looked helplessly at Percy who was embracing her exclusive owl and would not let go. She sighed and put her arm around Aurora's shoulder: "You. Stay with them and wait for school to start?"

"It's decided!" Charlie was the first to agree with Molly's proposal.

Bill looked at Charlie's appearance and felt a sudden surge of sympathy for him.

Should I tell him who his competitor is?For the first time, Bill fell into an insoluble tangle.

……

The opening banquet of the sixth grade.

As a member of the Weasley family, Percy was assigned to Gryffindor almost without any suspense.

With all the new students in place, Dumbledore began announcing the changes in teachers for the new school year.Aurora saw that Slughorn had left, replaced by two people she knew very well, Sirius Black and Cynthia Sidney.

"From this school year on, Potions will still be taught by Professor Snape. The new Professor Black will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. In addition, Professor Sinista resigned at the end of the last school year, Therefore, Professor Sidney will be in charge of astronomy in the future." Dumbledore declared succinctly, "Let us welcome the two new professors."

Looking over the freshmen's heads wearing black hats and the food on the dining table, Aurora could see that Snape was extremely dissatisfied with this year's staff changes, and his face was very pale.Compared to when Regulus came to teach back then, his current level of blackface is simply even better.

There is always a feeling that the sixth grade will be extremely miserable.Thinking so, Aurora quietly waved her hand to Cynthia who was sitting on the teacher's bench.

As soon as she sat down, Aurora heard a group of little badgers chattering and discussing:

"Merlin! I never expected that it was Professor Slughorn who left! Why is it him, woohoo, I finally got the courage to face Potions directly, woohoo."

"That's weird. It's obvious that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors left before, but why is it Professor Slughorn who left this time?"

"Is this the only thing you focus on? Am I the only one who notices that this new Professor Black looks a lot like the previous Professor Spinney?"

"To be reasonable, you haven't found out that Professor Spinney is Regulus Black who blew himself up a while ago? The Daily Prophet was reporting on this every day before! They are a family, of course they look alike!"

"I feel like my life has hope again. This Professor Black is so handsome, so handsome...I swear! This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is No.1 for me, and no one is allowed to compete with me!"

"Mom, I'm in love."

"Handsome handsome..."

"Ahem..." Bradley on the side coughed a few times deliberately holding pumpkin juice, his eyes half-drowned, "You are too loud, you will be heard."

Aurora didn't think it mattered, anyway, it wasn't just the girls from Hufflepuff House who stared at Sirius, there were quite a few girls from other houses too, and everyone was mutual.Even until Dumbledore announced the start of the banquet, there were still many girls peeking at the new professor.

It can be seen that beauty can really be eaten.

Sighing, she forked the spaghetti from the plate, only to realize that Tonks was also staring at the teacher's table.

"What are you doing?" Aurora looked at her inexplicably. "Isn't everyone staring at Sirius?" Tonks blinked slyly, talking innocently, "Won't I look weird if I don't follow the trend?"

It makes sense.

Aurora thought for a while, then asked half-jokingly: "Then wouldn't it be weirder for you to stare at your own cousin for so long?"

Tonks shuddered, frowning seriously: "You're right, I feel extremely weird now." "Okay, what were you looking at just now?" Aurora asked with a smile.Tonks approached her and lowered his voice: "I was looking at that Professor Sidney. I saw her when I was at home, and she was there every time Sirius came to visit my mother. I didn't expect to come to Hogwarts, These two are still together."

"So?" Aurora could probably guess the follow-up.

"So, it's going to be quite lively this year." Tonks made a mischievous face and said with a smile.

"I wish it wasn't so lively..." Aurora said worriedly.

But soon, Aurora discovered that her worries were justified.

Less than a month after the start of the sixth grade, everyone in Hogwarts knew that the two professors, Snape and Black, had a very bad relationship.That is simply like floods meeting fire, winter meeting scorching sun, glaciers meeting magma.

As a result, Gryffindors' life in Potions class can be said to be in dire straits. Of course, correspondingly, Slytherin's life in Defense Against the Dark Arts class is definitely not easy.

"I think someone has to persuade them." Vaux suggested seriously, "If this continues, we and Slytherin will be miserable."

"I agree, but the question is, who will go?" Bill picked out the key points slowly.

"Obviously, we need someone who can convince Professor Black and speak up in front of Professor Snape." Beverly concluded lightly.

Aurora endured the stares of her companions with difficulty, and said weakly: "You...why are you looking at me?"

Vaux, "It's up to you."

Bill, "Perfect."

Beverly, "Yeah."

"Are you kidding me?" Aurora looked at them in horror, "Why don't you consider Professor Sidney? She is the closest to Professor Black!"

"But she has nothing to do with Professor Snape." Bill shrugged.

"That's not right, you should count on Principal Dumbledore." Aurora shook her head resolutely.This kind of scene of "lions and snakes fighting, and a badger died tragically" is very dangerous no matter how you look at it.

"It makes sense."

"I hope Professor Dumbledore will come and save us soon..." Vaux sighed, and threw a handful of evening primrose rhizomes into the cauldron in front of him.

The bitter potion aroma slowly diffused.

[Please take a look at what the author has to say this time]

The author has something to say:

The succession issue of the Parseltongue is not a private one, and Rowling mentioned it in an article on the Harry Potter website.I will also mention it in the following plot.

As for the inner core of the wand, except for the Thunderbird feather, which I set up privately, the rest are official settings by Rowling.However, it seems that according to a lot of information from Ilvermorny, the inner core of wands in the United States also has thunderbird feathers, which is much more fancy than that in the United Kingdom.

In addition, I found that many friends do not read the comment area and copywriting updates...

That's fine, let's talk about updates.

It's a notification to suspend the update.

I'm very tired. I have been writing this pit for more than a year, with more than 70 words. Even if I have fully conceived the later plot, I can't write it for the time being.As far as the remaining time is concerned, after calculation, it can be completed within 150 chapters, which means there are still more than [-] chapters left.But I am really tired from writing, and I feel tired and boring when I open the document every day.

I'm Harry Potter, which I only came into contact with the year before last. After watching the movie, I read the original book.It can be said that I was very passionate when I wrote this fan, and it was a hobby every day.I don't know when to start, but I feel that it has gradually become a burden.

I also thought about temporarily writing about other pits to adjust, but every time I think that this pit is not over, I can’t write other things, a vicious circle.

I have spent a lot of energy and painstaking efforts in writing this article. Although it is a free article, everyone has thrown a lot of mines in with enthusiasm. I don't want to cut the outline hastily to perfuse everyone.So just stop for a while, adjust, and get back the relaxed feeling when I wrote this article before.

Just in the recent graduation season, I was also doing an internship, and I had a terrible class, and I was really tired.

Many times I actually think about the blank document I opened, why am I so tired.I didn't join V and I didn't rely on this to make a living. If I abandon the pit, I will abandon the pit, and I won't lose anything. There are still a lot of original ideas waiting for me.Although changing the channel is likely to hit the streets, I don’t have any big plans anyway. I just want to earn water and electricity bills with a book. Living expenses in first-tier cities are so expensive these days, so why hang on to a free article.

But the truth is... I’m really not reconciled to this pitfall, but I can’t write anything that I’m satisfied with for a while, and I feel tired when I see it, and I don’t know what I’m trying to figure out.

Basically, that’s all I want to say, it’s still the same sentence, it will be over, but I have to wait until I have adjusted as soon as possible, and I will come back after graduation is completely stable.

Friends who are willing to wait can keep it, and those who don’t want to wait can delete it as a bookmark and let me know, everyone will meet later.

At present, there are nearly [-] words of manuscripts in hand, so there will be no pitfalls, but I don't want to force myself to write for updates, and I can't write what I want.I relaxed and wrote slowly instead of writing faster, so don't worry that I will give up.