Before Sirius and Remus appeared, Aurora never imagined that magic actually existed in the world she lived in, and the school of magic recorded in what she regarded as a magical children's storybook was also real. It sounds as exciting as Churchill jumping out of his portrait and dancing a flamenco in front of the British Museum.
Then she realized that the contents of that book were indeed too boring for a real child. There are no vivid metaphors, only dry statements, not even pictures.
Before leaving, Siris gave Aurora a small pine box with a small and delicate silver pocket watch on the back, and the back was engraved with flowers like roses - "Dedicated to my favorite Aurora, thank you for appearing in my life, as beautiful and gorgeous as 'Aurora'".
Aurora means aurora and dawn.
Cirith squatted on the steps, looked at the little girl who was silent with her pocket watch, and said, "This is given to you by your father." When you grow up a little bit and go to Hogwarts, you'll know what your father's world is like. "
"Did he study there too?" Aurora tilted her head to look at him and asked, "You know, my dad." "
"Yes." He replied, "He was a Ravenclaw student at the time, and he was quite famous in Ravenclaw. "
"This way."
The dim street lamps fell gray at their feet, the shadows of the roof and the lush canopy in front of the door almost collapsed in this weak light, and Siris and Remus finally took their leave.
Over the next three years, they would visit Marianne and Aurora at the Field House from time to time. Aurora knew a lot from them about the father of the original owner of the body, as well as other young wizards in this world who lived in the Muggle world like her.
When Aurora first encountered the word Muggle, she always pronounced it as Margot. But from then on, when Aurora met the annoying little boys of the Peterson family, she had one more word to scold back. Seeing their confused and annoyed looks, Aurora felt quite happy.
In these three years, Siris has never been absent from the Aurora family's birthday and Christmas, even the birthday of the late Emond. He became an encyclopedia in Aurora's eyes, and no matter what question he asked, he could give a witty or serious answer.
Aurora's first impression of the wizarding world came from Cirith Black's description, a hazy but wonderful otherworldly continent. Siris had told Aurora early on that not all wizards were good people, and that the world was as complex and constant as the Muggle world. Aurora's father was one of those countless victims.
Time passes quickly between snow and the scorching sun, and Aurora gradually adapts to this new world and body. She slowly got used to the rain and cloudy days here, to the year-round pale fog and dense gray-green temperate forest, and to the fact that people here did not like her except the Vox family.
Aurora doesn't know when her friendship with Vox began, but she has a guess of her own - probably when Vox hid in a tree and poured a bucket of engine oil on the three bullies without hesitation.
Perhaps it was the same motherless family environment that made Vox understand Aurora's mood better. Since that incident, the relationship between the two children has suddenly become much closer.
Vaux is passionate about tinkering with mechanical equipment, and the mechanical talent of the Chevalier family is well passed on to him. While Aurora was even riding a wobbly bike, Vox was already taking matters into his own hands, retrofitting the parts and equipment in his warehouse into a high-performance mountain bike.
Together, they rode to the sea, along the sandy beaches of the English Channel to a great distance, watching the reddish-orange sunset paint the sky with a large misty color. The brilliant and colorful light crushed the junction of the sea and sky, painted the deep blue sea surface with a sparkling purple, and also coated Aurora's long pale blonde hair scattered in the sea breeze with a light golden brown, just like Vox's glowing pupil color.
At the age of ten, Aurora's mother, Marianne, died in the middle of winter due to a pneumonia. Few people came to her funeral, only Aurora, the Vaux family, and Remus Lupin.
Unfortunately, in the end, Marianne's wish to be buried with her husband was still not realized. Aurora chose a place for her to bury in a place where she could definitely see the sun when the weather was good, because she remembered mentioning many times when Marianne couldn't get out of bed at all to see the sunlight outside.
At that time, Marianne always liked to gently touch Aurora's long hair, which she said was the closest she had ever seen in the early morning sun.
Siris didn't come, and heard Remus say that it was because he was imprisoned in Azkaban, the prison of the wizarding world, so there was no way to come to Marianne's funeral. Aurora listened at a loss, not understanding why Siris was being locked up. In her eyes, Siris is a person with a strong sense of justice, although his personality is a little rebellious and even rebellious, and the word prison has nothing to do with him.
Remus was silent for a long time, touched Aurora's head and did not speak.
Since then, Remus has appeared less and less, and each time he appears, he seems to be even more tired than the last. Aurora dreamed less and less about that magical school of magic, and more and more practical and cumbersome questions filled her nerves. Sometimes she sits in Vaux's father's auto repair shop, and when she is in a daze because of her occasional free time, she wonders if she has ever had a realistic and long dream.
Only sometimes, she would vaguely dream of a tall, handsome black-haired boy who took her leisurely through the verdant hills of Plymouth, telling her the strange wizarding world, telling her that these were secrets that could not be passed on, helping her to correct the pronunciation of the word "Muggle", describing to her the grand dreams of his heart, and showing her a little entertaining magic or two.
Every time Siris finished talking about his ideals and ambitions, there was a long silence. Aurora felt that maybe it was because these words had been suppressed in his heart for too long, and even saying them had an illusory and ethereal feeling. It was as if those words and those futures would all be shattered by the wind and thrown at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.
She doesn't understand the tribulations and struggles of the wizarding world, but she knows how to be the best listener.
The black-haired boy in the dream is long and jade, with a handsome face with his trademark rebellious smile and a pair of obsidian-like eyes...
Aurora shivered from her dream and woke up, the heavy smell of engine oil and metal slowly seeping into her nose, sweeping away the remnants of her sleep.
She craned her sore neck, her brown eyes staring at the spider-silk light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and suddenly remembered - Ciris's eyes were a deep shiny dark gray.
That... Whose eyes did the person in the dream just now?
The summer of 1982 was a very ordinary day for Aurora and anyone else living in the Muggle world.
Since her mother's death, Aurora was adopted by Vox's father until other relatives came to take her away. But Aurora knows that the probability of this happening is definitely not much higher than that of a planet hitting the Earth. So she offered to help at their garage so she could save one of their employees' wages.
It was only after Marianne's death that Aurora understood where her family's previous living expenses came from. Every month, someone sends a certain fee to their home on time, and there is never the full address of the sender, only the initials of Aurora's father, and the recipient.
It was raining that afternoon, and Aurora came out of Vaux's garage to remember that the ingredients for dinner had not yet been prepared. So she put on a raincoat and rain boots, changed her original plan, and began to walk in the direction of the market.
The English summer rain came carelessly, more moisture swirled through the mountains in the form of a green and light green mist, and the sound of fine and gentle raindrops falling on the rain cap was peaceful and soothing like a lullaby.
Aurora wandered around a stationery store on the edge of the bazaar for a while, and she had a strong inclination to buy all kinds of beautiful notebooks, but the problem was that she never used them. Unlike Vaux, in his definition, any blank page can be called a notebook, even if the neat and serious notes are next to the abstract works of Aurora letter pen graffiti.
After visiting the stationery store, Aurora went to the vegetable stall, selected a few bright red tomatoes and some lettuce, bought a few potatoes and onions, and finally bought a chicken breast and curry, planning to make a pot of curry chicken grilled as a convenient and quick meal. With a pot of such stocks, she can go two days without having to cook.
After returning home with a heavy wet vapor, Aurora took off her raincoat and rubber rain boots and began to work on the raw ingredients.
Half an hour later, the curry cubes had completely melted into the various ingredients, and the pot was tumbling with sticky and fragrant brown-yellow bubbles, and Aurora patiently waited for the soup in the pot to shrink to the right concentration while leaning against the wall, holding a copy of "Orphans of the Mist" from a used bookstore and slowly flipping through it.
At this time, a knock on the door accompanied by Vox's voice came from the door: "Aurora, there is your letter!" "
Her letter?
Aurora put down the book a little strangely, went to the living room and opened the door, and saw Vox standing in the doorway with an umbrella, holding a letter that was somewhat wet with rain in his hand: "Believe it or not, this letter was sent by an owl that was drenched and soaked." "
Aurora pondered for a moment, then said, "Then should I say, thank you Mr. Owl Chevalier?" "
Vox's facial nerves twitched violently, and his voice changed a little: "I'm not saying I'm an owl!" I mean this letter was given to you by an owl. At Aurora's understanding and understanding gaze, he felt that his temples hurt: "Forget it, if I don't see it with my own eyes, I won't believe it." In these years, there are also owls to deliver letters. After Mr. Ashley was laid off, was it really so difficult for the people at their post office to find a decent postman? "
At this time, Aurora's gaze suddenly stayed behind Vox, "The owl you are talking about, is it the kind with dark brown patterns all over the body and slamming into the window one by one?" "
"How do you know?" Vaux said, following Aurora's line of sight towards his door, and sure enough, he saw that the owl was fighting to the death with the window of his house. Vox's expression suddenly became complicated.
"Maybe we should all have a mailbox." Aurora suggested quietly, "Or our new Mr. Postman might only come in through the chimney next time, but I bet he won't like my chimney because I've never cleaned it." "
Vaux ran back before the owl completely fainted and got the almost soaked letter. At the same time, Aurora smelled a bad smell coming from the kitchen, her face changed, and she hurried to rescue her dinner for the next two days.
The juice was overdone, and the potatoes and chicken at the bottom of the bowl were a thin layer of crispy charred black. Aurora sighed, put the letter into "Orphans of the Foggy Capital", began to pick out the half-pasted ingredients that were too charred to eat, and then added water to the empty pot to soften the underlying hardenment.
She took a few bites, a mouthful full of burnt and curry, and then casually pulled the letter out of the book. At the same time, it is also strange why the letter to the living expenses came so early this month, and it used to come at the end of the month on time.
However, she was wrong, it was not a letter of living expenses, but an admission letter.
The pale yellow envelope is smooth to the touch, and the mild color is easily reminiscent of sunlight and pudding, and a beautiful font is depicted in emerald green ink:
Plymouth, Wharf Town, Cottage 1309, Lady Aurora Field in front of the pot stove collected.
Before Aurora could put the potato cubes in her mouth, she suddenly fell off, her brown eyes widened, and the half-chewed thing in her mouth was suddenly a little difficult to swallow.
She looked around warily, then swallowed the meal that had not been thoroughly chewed, and her fingertips gripped the paper in the envelope and slowly withdrew to reveal the contents.
"Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore."
Aurora felt that the name was a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but for a while she couldn't remember where she had seen it, in short, it would not be a newspaper or magazine. She didn't read these things, and she felt that the name really didn't meet the selection criteria of today's movie stars.
"President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Guild, first-class magician of Sir Merlin's Order."
Now she remembered that Siris had told herself about this legend in the wizarding world. No wonder she felt familiar.
"Dear Miss Field, we are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find attached a list of required books and equipment. The semester is scheduled to start on September 1. We will wait for your owl to hear back from you by July 31st.
Vice-Chancellor, Minerva McGonagall. "
Aurora hesitated for a moment and pulled out another piece of paper, the sound of the paper rubbing quickly was extremely smooth and pleasant.
"First-year students need..."
"Aurora!" Vox's voice came again. This time, like the owl, he chose the window of Aurora's house to slap, and the scratched glass and the rain flowing on it did not weaken the panic on his face much, but made him look like he was scared and crying: "Aurora! Did you see that letter? "
Of course I saw it.
Aurora opened the door and let him in, and by the way, quickly scanned the rest of the things, suddenly remembered Siris's words, and looked at her friend with a little surprise: "You also received an admission notice?" "
The two children put the letters in their hands together, and everything was exactly the same except for the name column.