[HP] Butterfly Effect

"Professor, we're here."

After Aurora finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the root of the magic rosemary that was dripping wantonly.Snape lowered his wand, and the pale fluorescent light floated and fell with his movements, illuminating the ground covered with layers of half-corrupted leaves.

A bunch of dingy little things rolled out from the rosemary bushes, and then stretched out their soft and round body. The small dark eyes stared vigilantly at the wand in Snape's hand, showing sharp and small teeth. Hair-like spikes began to stand up gradually.

"They don't like too bright light, it will make them very nervous." Aurora reminded, "Why don't you lift the spell, I'll try."

Snape looked down at the unhurried little guy, waved his wand, and withdrew the fluorescent spell.Without the stimulation of an overly bright light source, the porcupines relaxed a little, but still stared at them vigilantly, making sharp and intensive clucking sounds.

Aurora recalled what Newt had written in the book, walked over slowly and tentatively, put the lantern at a position far away from them, and stretched out her hand to grab the wet soil that was sticky with slippery dark green moss and rainwater. , and spread it evenly on your hands.It is said that the smell of this earth will make the porpoise feel safe.

Little by little, she approached the little ones whose spikes were slowly softening, and heard their calls change from a harsh cluck at the beginning to a soft cooing.

It was dangerous to approach the porpoise at such close range, but Aurora didn't feel much fear.It might be because of her talent that she didn't feel that the other party would hurt her, or it might be because she knew that there was a potions professor standing behind her.

Every time she successfully tamed those magical animals, as long as she turned her head, she would see Snape slowly lowering his wand.

This will make Aurora feel that their young professor who looks unreasonable is actually not as scary as he appears on the surface.

A chubby little pork staggered up, sniffed Aurora's hand cautiously, and then rubbed it.Aurora scratched the tip of its nose, and the opponent sneezed, then lay on the ground revealing its white belly, stretching its four little paws.Immediately afterwards, other porpoises of the same kind also lay down after seeing it, revealing their white belly, gurgling and chirping.

Soon, Aurora's pockets and hands were full of rosemary fruit.Each one is dark brown and round, with a short burr growing on the edge of the crack.

She cast a cleansing spell on her hand and patted it: "I think we can go find the bloodskin vine now, Professor."

The porpoises shook the dirt off their bodies, and then disappeared into the thick rosemary leaves.

Ripe magic rosemary fruit will exude an extremely strong aroma after being crushed, and it will not disperse after a long time on the clothes. It is the favorite of fans of pink butterflies.

Snape used a spell to explode the pile of fruits that Aurora had put in the bushes, and the rich and choking aroma burst forth like a flood that had found a gap.The overly stagnant aroma was entangled with the overly heavy water vapor in the Forbidden Forest. Aurora covered her mouth and nose with her sleeve, feeling as if someone had pushed her head into a pile of cold flowers just picked up from the water.

"Back off." Snape glanced down at her, and tapped her shoulder with the tip of his wand.Aurora and Snape quickly hid away from the pile of fragrant fruits.

The road here is even worse than the previous one, and the overgrown moss is happily crowded together, fluffy from the branches into the air.The unique damp and rotten smell of cold sticky and shade-loving plants is everywhere.

The pink butterflies flew over wantonly, the powder on their bodies shone slightly in the dark environment, and the fine dust that fell off was floating in the air like confetti sprinkled with fluorescent powder.They were beautiful gathered on top of the rosemary that was dripping with sap and seeds.

"They're so beautiful." Aurora looked back at the group of butterflies, barely following Snape's footsteps.The other party obviously held the opposite opinion with her, "I assume you are probably referring to those powders that can make people hallucinate once inhaled, then I have to say that you are very brave."

Aurora shrugged: "Ah, you have to forgive me. Little girls, when they were young, they liked sparkling things. It will be fine when they are old." The little girl's voice was still tender and sweet, and she said But there is a funny old-fashioned look in the words.

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked back at her. The little girl was walking happily behind him, leaning on the tree trunk, not affected by the environment of the Forbidden Forest at all.

The two walked forward in the direction the butterfly flew over, and soon came to the place where the bloodskin vine grew.It is a parasitic plant that grows from rotting animal carcasses during the seedling period, and then gradually transfers to nearby trees. The natural enemy is the Bowtruckle, so they chose to use the pink butterfly as their weapon.

After approaching the pile of reddish-brown vines, Aurora held down the tea roll in her pocket for occupational disease, preventing it from showing its teeth and claws.Snape stepped forward, and neatly used the tip of his wand to pick away the overgrown and useless dark green leaves. He reached out and took out an old but very practical cutting knife from his pocket, and began to pick out the leaves precisely. Those annoying branch joints, cut off the useful part of the rattan in the middle of the collection.

At this time, a lone pink butterfly came out lightly from the gap in the vines, gliding along the smell of rosemary remaining on the two of them, and landed on Snape's hand before he could take it back, shaking his wings, as if A faint amount of shiny dust began to disperse.

"Stand back and hold your breath!"

The Potions Professor frowned, and reminded Aurora who was on the side.In the next second, a pair of white and tender hands suddenly reached out to half-hold his hand, locking the butterfly in the narrow gap between the closed hands, and even covered up the dust.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and his face began to collapse into his usual gloomy expression: "I think what I just expressed is clear enough, you should step back to a suitable distance."

"Yes, Professor, you made it very clear."

Aurora knelt down and moved her hands cautiously, trying to release Snape's hand.This is not an easy task, especially when one accidentally releases the little devil inside.

Just as Snape was about to say something, a large expanse of pale gold flowed down from his eyes, an illusory color that was shallower than sunlight but full of vitality, gently stroking the tip of his nose and the line of his jaw, cold and soft, with rain and confusion Rosemary.The girl's profile was very close to him, focused and childish, only her light brown eyes were clear and bright, unhurried, especially eye-catching in the dim Forbidden Forest.

Snape felt keenly that this was not the look a 12-year-old girl would have.

Holding a butterfly in the palm of my hand feels itchy.Aurora pursed her lips tightly, and finally completely grabbed the butterfly from Snape's hand and locked it in the palm of her hand.

"Are you going to hold it in your hand forever, or are you going to strangle it?" Snape moved the hand that was just held by the little girl, pursed his lower lip and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't do this Do." The blood of the pineapple can cause a severe burning sensation on the animal's skin.

"That's its whole life, you know, the lifespan of butterflies is very short." Aurora replied, "As for strangling it, I don't have that plan. It's very beautiful."

Then, she felt the struggle of the butterfly in her palm gradually stop, knowing that it was temporarily exhausted, so she swung the closed hands forward.The fan butterfly who had regained her freedom flew forward in a panic, and the luminous powder scattered scattered.

Almost at the same time as Aurora opened her hand, a piece of black cloth with a faint scent of potions and rosemary came over her head, covering her entire face and isolating all the psychedelic dust.It was Snape's cape.

She subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but the other party unceremoniously picked it away with a smooth and cold wand, "This is not your handkerchief, Field. Don't wipe it with your powder-stained hands."

After speaking, Snape threw a few spells into the air that Aurora couldn't understand, and cleaned up all the remaining dust, including Aurora's palm.

The thin layer of darkness receded, and Aurora looked at the palm of her hand, then looked up at Snape who just glanced down at herself and then turned to go to the bloodskin vine, thanked politely: "Thank you, Professor."

The other party didn't even look at her, and briefly threw out four words: "Your confinement is over."

Aurora touched the tip of her nose, remembering the reason why she was confined this time, feeling a little guilty, her eyes wandering around.

When he was about to reach the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Coffee Bean, the thestral cub followed Aurora's smell and found her, and rubbed his head affectionately on her face.When Snape heard Aurora's name for this Thestral, which had grown up a bit compared to last year, he twitched the corners of his mouth slightly mockingly, and decided not to comment on the little girl's lackluster naming ability.

But no matter how picky he was, Aurora really left him speechless when it came to dealing with magical animals.

Just after leaving the Forbidden Forest, a beam of sparks pierced the night with a long tail and bloomed in the dark sky.The green pumpkin jagged smiley face gradually enlarged and disappeared.The Halloween bash at Hogwarts continues.

After entering the castle, a row of goblins with exaggerated makeup and magical meteor effect ran past the eyes.The children's laughter and play, and the occasional reminders from the professors came one after another.Aurora strategically approached Snape, yet kept a proper distance from him, and the journey was uneventful.As she thought, with Professor Snape by his side, no monsters would dare to approach her to play tricks on her, because he was the most terrifying existence.

Snape soon realized that the little girl was using him as an exorcism talisman, and turned his black and cold eyes to look down at her, his expression still blank and expressionless.When he reached the basement, his steps faltered a little, and he chose the end closer to Hufflepuff.

Aurora was a little dazed, but it was better for her, so she quickly pretended not to know anything, glanced at the road leading to the cellar behind her, and followed the pace of the man in black as if nothing had happened.

There is a corner fork in front of you, turn in and go straight, then turn right, and you can go up the stairs to the dormitory.Snape stopped, his flat tone sounded eerily sweet, the not-so-bright light source blurred the focus of his eyes: "I don't think you need a shield now?"

was dismantled.

Aurora touched the tip of her nose, and sincerely thanked: "Those magic foams can't even wash off the cleaning spell. Thank you for sending me here, happy Halloween."

After finishing speaking, the little girl briskly ran into the corridor, the long hair that suddenly parted from the rain hat was amazingly bright under the candlelight.

Snape turned and walked back to the cellar.

……

As expected, the dormitory was empty, and everyone was still spending Halloween outside.

Aurora put the tea roll on the table, and the little guy quickly fought with the black cat Brett, but when Aurora took out Salazar's diary and spread it out, the rival in love turned into a lover and hugged him tightly The other party backed away, trembling like a Parkinson's attack.

So a great character is always great, even if he only has one diary left, he is still awesome.

"Happy Halloween, Mr. Slytherin," Aurora wrote.

Salazar slid slowly across the page, opening his mouth to swallow the sentence whole, watching her with half-closed golden snake eyes, a firework blooming from the tip of his tail, falling into the sentence: "Confinement over?"

"Yes, just came back from the Forbidden Forest. I want to ask you a question about potions."

"Listen to me, you should learn potions in your next life."

"...I mean...do you know what the bloodskin vine is for?"

Salazar raised his head halfway, "Your professor is looking for something like this?"

"correct."

Snake Ancestor slowly scratched his sharpened triangular chin with the tip of his tail, and a large pattern-like font spread out, "That is a kind of antidote with strong medicinal properties, but it also has the same strong toxicity. Considered as a raw material for potions.

People who know how to use this kind of plant medicine have only two possibilities - either the other party is hopeless and can only use this extreme medicine for treatment and a final gamble.After all, the people who can be rescued by the blood skin vine are generally people who have been sentenced to death.or..."

Salazar suddenly pulled away a sneer, the slender purple letter poked out and swayed, and the bone-white fangs flashed: "Either he has a sworn feud with that person."

Aurora trembled a little, "Poisoned?"

Salazar smashed the vain and distorted word very simply, and when he rolled his eyes with those snake eyes, it showed a horrifying effect, "I have already said that it is the raw material of the antidote, but the medicine is a bit poisonous. The meaning is that it can cure diseases, but the feeling of drinking it will make people feel very irritating."

"Stimulating..." Just looking at this word already makes people feel very exciting.

"If you're curious, you can grab it and lick it." Snake Ancestor had a creepy smile on his face.

"... No, you have described it vividly enough, I can basically empathize with you."

I just don't know who Professor Snape intends to use this medicine on?No matter how you think about it, that person will look miserable.

At this time, there was a flutter of birds outside the window.Aurora went to open the window, and Hastings jumped into her arms, tilting his head and cooing, handing her the letter in his mouth,

Aurora opened it and saw that it was a letter from the three of Vaux and the others, congratulating her on the end of her confinement, and a small packet of homemade citrus-flavored fruit candy from Bill's mother, Mrs. Weasley, Mollie.Among the many candies, Aurora can barely accept this relatively less sweet one that is masked by the sour taste.

She dropped one into her mouth, it was just right for sweet and sour.Aurora quickly replied, and took more than half of the box of candy that Professor Dumbledore gave her in the morning, divided it into three parts, wrapped them, and handed them to Hastings to take back.I heard that Bill likes this kind of sweets very much, and it just so happens that this box of candy finally doesn't have to be wasted on his own.

The bell rang for bedtime, and there was a series of wailing in the castle.

Guessing that Caroline and the others are coming back soon, Aurora opened Salazar's diary, picked up a pen and drew a stick figure next to the suspicious snake ancestor.

"What are you doing?" Salazar raised his body vigilantly and threw out a sentence.Through the past few months of getting along, he now has every reason to suspect that Aurora is planning to trap him in a pile of messy graffiti tribute to Van Gogh.

"Today's Halloween, we still need candy." With citrus candy in her mouth, Aurora drew a small thing on the paper with a smile.Then I looked at Salazar's indescribable expression, picked up a pen and wrote "This is a fruit candy" next to it, and attached an arrow with a curly tail pointing at that thing.

"..." Snake Ancestor closed his vertical eyes halfway, bared his teeth, "boring!"

"It's called having a childlike innocence, Mr. Slytherin. You know, the children's world is very colorful. They are so happy every day because they are very childlike. A little ordinary thing can make them happy for a long time. Living like this I’m not tired. So even if I become an old lady in the future, I have to be an old lady with a childlike innocence and a very relaxed life.”

Salazar waited for the little girl to finish writing, and smiled "kindly", "It's normal to have a childlike heart at the age of eight, and it's mentally retarded to have a childlike heart at the age of 80!"

"..."

Aurora once again deeply realized the difference in brain circuits between Slytherin and Hufflepuff, which simply refreshed the limit of human cognition differences, and it was more than enough to insert a Great Rift Valley in East Africa.I really don't understand how Helga met this guy, and it seems that the relationship is not bad?

Thinking of that nightmarish poem, Aurora felt that maybe it wasn't just "the relationship is not bad", maybe it was...

"Good night," he wrote.

"……Good night."

The author has something to say:

A few years later, a book called "The Correct Posture for Chatting with Slytherin" was published, which became a bestseller in the British wizarding world.

The author, Aurora·Testing with Life·Buddhism is as immovable as a mountain·Honest Man·Field.

Have I been working too hard lately...