[HP] Butterfly Effect

Finally, after consulting her mother, Aurora wrapped these things in a piece of floral gray felt cloth found from the bottom of the cupboard, tied a relatively unsightly knot, and placed it in the kitchen. Next to the window facing the open space in the backyard.

Although from all aspects, they need these fresh foods, but it does not mean that they will eat them regardless of their origin.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that these inexplicable things were related to the boy she just saw in the backyard, so she put them there.

After all this was done, Aurora's fingers were still stained with some icing that had just been scratched off from a soft dessert just because she was packing these things. She put it in her mouth and tentatively licked it with the tip of her tongue. , the taste is as good as imagined, with a silky milky aroma.

The supper is ready-made after eating leftovers at noon, and the small fish caught in the creek in the morning are floating half-dead in the lead bucket behind the kitchen door.Aurora tried to catch them, but it was a pity that the scales of the small fish were extremely slippery. She tried several times but failed, and instead was thrown by the tail of the fish in the smelly water.

"Ross?" The mother's voice came over, very softly, "Let me do it, you are too young."

Perhaps Mrs. Field's sense of touch and hearing have become very keen because she has lost her clear world for too long, but her body is always weak, so she doesn't get out of bed very much, except when cooking.Aurora didn't know what the family used to make a living, but since she'd been here, she'd been curious.

Mrs. Field is nearly blind and has difficulty taking care of herself.Aurora is only seven years old, and she can't be counted on to do any work to support the family.

But one thing worth pondering is that even though they are so poor, they have not been reduced to begging on the street.Although life is far from being affluent, it is still barely enough to make ends meet. Every time Aurora goes shopping in the market, Mrs. Field will always find a few banknotes of small denominations from under the pillow and hand them to her. .

She always said that Aurora has become much better and more sensible since she accidentally drowned last time.Aurora prevaricates with the same words every time-"I almost thought I would never see my mother again, so I never dared to do it again".

This reason is undoubtedly convincing, and it is the only explanation that Aurora can think of.

Aurora stood watching for a while, convinced that Mrs. Field's slow movements would not cut her hands, and she turned to set the table.

At this time, there was a knock on the door from the direction of the living room, polite and reserved.

The mother put down the knife in her hand, and confirmed with her ears: "Ross, it seems that someone is coming. Maybe it's Mr. Ashley, go and have a look."

Aurora put down the rag, wiped her hands on the towel hanging behind the door, then walked over to hold the door lock and asked, "Excuse me, who is it?"

"Myerson Ashley. I have your mail."

It turned out to be the postman who must come every month.

Aurora opened the door while saying thank you, but was shocked by the person in front of her. The tone of the words that jumped to her mouth was distorted in the high-pitched and immature voice dedicated to children, and was artificially raised by a pitch Tie a knot again at the end.

The person in front of him couldn't possibly be a postman, even a seven-year-old child could draw such a conclusion.

He was wearing an exaggerated violet robe that hung all the way to the ground. The soft and shiny robe was scattered on the young grass tips on the ground, and he wore a pointed hat on his head, which was exactly the same color as the robe on his body.He may be in his fifties, with mottled black and white hair on his sideburns, and his beard is humorously curled up on both sides because of the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Forgive her for not having the infinite curiosity that a child should have, even if the other party is dressed like a Santa Claus with clothes dyed the wrong color, after Aurora slowly recovered from the shock, subconsciously, she just wanted to close the door quickly.

The pointed hat was the first to hold the door with his hand, and his tone was full of reproaches like a loving elder: "Oh, impatient little guy. Wait, don't you want your mail?"

At that moment, Aurora wanted to call Mrs. Field out to help, but she held back.After all, with Mrs. Field's situation, it is impossible to expect her to protect anything, calling her out like this will only make her more worried.

Aurora glanced at him cautiously, and retracted herself as far as possible behind the door panel, staring at the mail in his hand, not knowing whether to answer it, or to close the door ruthlessly.But although this person didn't look strong, he was surprisingly strong. Aurora secretly tried to shake the door panel, but it didn't move at all.

"Are you the postman?" Aurora asked softly.

"Temporary." The other party blinked at her, his eyes squinted like crescent moons, looking very kind, "This is the mail delivered on time every month. Mr. Ashley broke his leg two days ago, so the Field family I will deliver the mail."

"What about other families?" Aurora caught the strangeness in the other party's words.

"Oh, it looks like they have to pick it up themselves." The pointed hat shrugged regretfully, and handed the mail to Aurora, "By the way, Mr. Black asked me to tell you, I hope you like what he sent this afternoon, he has Something very important has to leave right away, great thing. But I think he'll be visiting you soon, I mean . . . at least you'll like those books."

"Mr. Black?" Aurora repeated the strange surname blankly, then remembered the bag by the window, and the black-haired boy, "Uh...thanks for his kindness, but I don't remember... ..."

Before Aurora finished speaking, the pointed hat suddenly took out a silver pocket watch from its collar and looked at it, then said in surprise: "I'm going to be late!" He said, and put the package in Aurora's hand, " Well Aurora, I have to go first. Your mother knows who Mr. Black is, so I won't explain to you. But I urge you to try those scones, they are from the most excellent pastries in Diagon Alley Master's hand, you won't regret it."

After speaking, he just disappeared in front of Aurora out of thin air, as if he had never appeared before.

Aurora froze in place for a while, shaking so much that she could barely hold the package in her hand, then slammed the door shut and locked it with all her might.

This is definitely the scariest thing since the python incident.A person just disappeared out of thin air!

Is she really not dreaming today?

"Rose?" Mrs. Field stood at the kitchen door with a worried expression on her face. "What's wrong with you? Isn't it Mr. Ashley?"

"No mother, it's a..." Aurora found that her vocabulary was really lacking now, and she couldn't find a suitable word to accurately describe the person just now—she wasn't even sure if the other person was human.

"Mr. Black?" Aurora said the name abruptly, "He said that the things for the afternoon were sent by Mr. Black."

Mrs. Field's face flickered slightly, her cloudy pupils shrunk as if in shock, and the only remaining gloomy light was faltering in her eyes.Then, she gently beckoned Aurora in, her voice overlaid with an ethereal color of British winter rain and fog: "Yes, yes, Sirius, I remember him. Why don't you come in and see if you are among those things What do you like? Dinner tonight will be very rich."

"Who is Sirius?" Aurora held the package in her hand and asked tentatively.

"Why don't you eat first?"

The milky white fish soup was steaming and shone slightly under the light, with a few dark green scallions floating on the surface, and a thin layer of finely chopped oil.Aurora poured it into a bowl and took a sip. It was too salty, and the fish was not completely cooked. In short, the taste was not as good as any previous one.

"Those things are safe, you can choose a few you like to pass the time, remember to store the food well, enough for us to use for quite a while."

After speaking, Mrs. Field carried the unopened package, groped her way upstairs, and closed the door.

Aurora was full of doubts, looking at Mrs. Field's back as if she had aged ten years, but no words of comfort came out of her mouth.She was also not interested in the remaining half bowl of fish soup and fresh white bread, so she simply stood on the low stool to wash the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, and threw the vegetable roots and fish scales on the counter into the trash can. Finally, I washed my hands with clean water and dried them casually on the hem of the skirt.

On the second floor, she heard a low sob coming from Mrs. Field's room.Sorrowful and sad, ethereal like a weeping ghost, the sadness and pain are so penetrating, just listening to it feels like all the vitality has been wiped away.

"Mom?" Aurora hesitated at the door for a while, then knocked lightly, "Can I come in?"

"Come in." There was the sound of paper being folded and crumpled, and Mrs. Field's voice came out, a little hoarse.

Aurora walked in, stood beside her bed, and raised her hand to gently touch her long, dull, dull blonde hair.Her side face was buried in the shadow of her hair, and her slightly bony outline was covered with a translucent film under the pale and cold light outside the window.Aurora approached her: "Mom, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

Mrs. Field reached out and hugged Aurora tightly, her thin shoulders trembling unceasingly, her hair was disheveled and fluffy, and hot tears fell on Aurora's cheeks one after another.In my impression, Mrs. Field is a woman who is emotionally tolerant and introverted. She is rarely so excited, except when Aurora opened her eyes and saw her for the first time.It was because Mrs. Field thought she was going to lose her only daughter.

"Mother?"

"He won't come back." Mrs. Field's voice was hoarse, like the strings of a cello that was about to burst, and she almost trembled, "Ross, your father won't come back. Sirius brought back his news ...he won't come back..."

"Dad... what's wrong with him?" Aurora was at a loss, but her hands unconsciously grabbed her mother's clothes. This action didn't seem like she made it spontaneously, but a residual instinct of her body. Just like the real Aurora's fragments of consciousness were stimulated, causing a slight tremor, which was fleeting.

"He's gone...he's gone...I told him not to go! I told him!"

Mrs. Field became more and more agitated, and at last even fell into a semi-conscious state.Aurora could only watch her beside her, her small body huddled into a ball, hugging her tightly through a thin quilt, holding Mrs. Field's trembling hand with her immature palm, watching her being whipped quickly After exhausting all the supporting strength, I became depressed, but I couldn't do anything.

Before falling asleep completely, Mrs. Field wriggled her chapped and pale lips like a helpless baby: "He promised me that he would come back, this liar, I will never forgive him..."

Aurora kept patting her back carefully to comfort her, kissing her tear-filled cheeks until she fell asleep, her eyes fell on the scattered papers on the floor, and she suddenly became curious.

She got off the bed lightly, then tucked the corners of the quilt for her mother, picked up all the parchments on the floor and arranged them into a stack, and quietly left the room and came to the living room.

It was raining, and the temperature at night was surprisingly low.The orange flame in the fireplace was dying. Aurora picked up a few wooden branches from the firewood basket nearby and threw them in. She used an iron fork to push away the thick ash, so that the air and the flame could have a larger area of ​​contact.

The flames jumped up quickly, and Aurora tried to read the writing on it by the light of the flames.

The letters were in duplicate, one in Braille and one in plain handwriting.

She still doesn't know many words, but she can roughly guess that they are some letters from home.The husband who has been away all year round because of some unshirkable obligations, the guilt towards his wife and daughter in his heart are written in these letters, every sentence, with tears and blood, vividly on the paper.

Those lingering and vigorous fonts are a bit messy, as if the writer is trying to suppress the feelings in his heart, and he can only swallow them by twisting the letters, and the end of the word drawn by the pen tip is sharp and sharp.

"It has reached the most difficult stage. I dare not go home and let those Death Eaters discover your existence. I know that when you need me most, I will never be by your side. I am like Thin and invisible as a ghost, Rose refused to even call me father."

"But I have to do this. This is an agreement between me and Dumbledore. He will do his best to help me protect you who I love the most. The price is that I can never take the risk of being with you before everything is over." Meet... Marianne, Rose, I love you forever..."

"I hope that this letter will never be sent out, because if that day comes, it means that I am dead. I don't want to die, I don't want to leave, I don't want to lose you..."

"Above Merlin."

The bright firelight penetrated the thin letter paper, and the handwriting suddenly became transparent and blurred. A special light-sensitive mark emerged in the center of the letter paper—it was a strangely shaped shield with lions and eagles engraved on it. Snake badger with a capital "H" in the center.

Aurora stared blankly at this mark for a while, and suddenly felt that it was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, and it was recently.

She turned her eyes to the pile of things that suddenly appeared on the dining table in the afternoon. There were several brand new books there, and the cover of the top one had this strange mark on it.

Aurora thought for a while, took it down, went to sit by the fireplace, and softly read the stamped name on the cover:

"Hogwarts, a piece of school history.

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