Life is not a novel, even if you come to the UK inexplicably can not be Holmes, let alone Holmes does not care about the accidental death of wizards.
After a long study around the faucet with the snake carved on it, the four children dutifully packed their things and stepped on the bell to the dining room, ending with Aurora's "I'm so hungry" and Vox's "Me too."
At mealtime, the ghosts in the dining-room were all gathered round and chattering about something. Soon the fat Friar emerged from the wall, muttering so much that Aurora didn't even hear him.
The fat Friar fell back and sat down in the empty seat beside Aurora. He smiled and scratched his head. "What's the matter, darling?"
The little girl shook her head and took a bite of the bagel in her hand. "Oh, nothing in particular, except that you seem to be in a bad mood. But what's the matter with you?" The fat Friar sighed. "Nothing. Nick's going after Peeves. They say they're going to teach him a lesson. But I think it is necessary but not so serious."
"Well, I think they're just trying to scare him. You know, Peeves has been picking on too many freshmen lately." Aurora took a sip of pumpkin juice. "Don't worry."
The Fat Friar nodded. "It was for playing a trick on Myrtle that they decided to teach him a lesson. Oh, that poor little girl, crying all the time, must have a lot of sad things." With that, he waved to each passing student with his trademark gentle Hufflepuff smile.
"Myrtle? Aurora paused for a moment, then asked unconsciously, "Do you know when Myrtle became a ghost?"
"Maybe a few decades ago. It was a disaster." "Replied the fat friar.
'Because of what?
"I don't know about that. They say it was a monster attack. Oh, poor little girl."
'Monster? Aurora instinctively thought of Myrtle's yellow eyes. "Was there ever such a dangerous creature at Hogwarts?"
"No, they say they haven't. Nobody knows what it is." Then he reassured Aurora, "But don't worry. It was decades ago, and it hasn't been since. And I think you'll be all right with Professor Dumbledore here, don't worry."
"That's right." Aurora smiled and nodded. Somehow, the image of the snake relief on the faucet came to mind.
When I walked out of the restaurant, it was still snowing. Undaunted by the constant cold and frost that wreaks havoc on Hogwarts, the energetic boy wizards laugh and play in the snow. The crisp and tender laughter became the only consolation for the pale eyes, spreading the invisible wonderful color. English winters are tiresomely drab.
But this is Aurora's favorite season.
Unfortunately, her eye condition does not allow her to stay in the snow too much, otherwise it would be meaningful to watch the snow fall all over the sky until dark.
Tomorrow is the weekend, and the school bell will ring later this evening, which means that there is still a considerable amount of free time to be had up until the curfew. Aurora looked at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, cool green in the flying snow, and wanted to visit Hagrid and the Thestrals.
She wrapped her scarf tightly, pulled the brim of her woolen hat down, let the tea roll jump from her head into her coat pocket, and lifted her feet into the snow.
The Half-giant's cabin was as haphazardly cluttered as ever, and crowded with so many things.
When Aurora arrived, Hagrid was roasting some herbs in tin jars over the fire, and the smell of burnt vegetation filled the room, like a great fire followed by a great snow. Damp and hot.
"Oh, Aurora, there you are. There's help." "Said Hagrid, pulling the rolls out of the tin bucket under his oversize heat-proof gloves, still burning him so hot that he kept changing his hands.
Aurora quickly took the black and green slime from the plate on the table for him, wrinkling her nose. "What is this?"
"It's for the little ones to warm up their nests." "Said Hagrid, crouching down and pulling the wicker basket carefully out from under the table and pulling back the tattered felt." Look."
This is a newly hatched brood of magical long-tailed hummingbirds called eagles. Unlike ordinary hummingbirds, they have slender, beautiful tails and owl-like heads. The hummingbird is said to have a long life span and can fly very fast. It can also stay active at night like an owl, mimicking the calls of many kinds of owls.
'Hummingbird hawk? !" Aurora watched in amazement as they huddled and shivered together, their nests padded with a thick layer of blackened green baked grass. "Isn't it beautiful? They'll be more beautiful when they're older. But they are not very friendly and every time I change their bedding they get a lot of pecks." Hagrid took off his gloves and shook his large, rough-hewn hand with a sigh of regret.
"I'll do it." Aurora nodded understandingly, trying to inch her fingers closer to the little ones whose faces were still fierce, even though they were quivered by the cold.
One of them opened his mouth and bit Aurora's finger. It was not terribly painful. Aurora waited patiently for him to loosen his beak, then gently stroked their sparse feathers, carefully and carefully tucking the freshly baked grass under their tiny PAWS.
"It's funny, they like to eat it. A bird eating grass, ha ha ha." Hagrid laughed, looking at the docile little creatures in Aurora's hands. "You got it after all. They all like you. By the way, I just made rock cakes this morning. Would you like some?"
"Thanks, I've just had dinner. I want to see some coffee beans."
"That's no problem. Come with me."
Walking slowly behind Hagrid in the snow-blocked Forbidden forest, Aurora saw nearly full-grown coffee beans in their place. She fed him the meat she had brought from Hagrid's cabin, the coffee beans rubbing lovingly against the girl's face, trembling at the tea roll and angrily trying to bite him.
"How are you? Is the Potions any easier?"
"Not bad. Beverly's helping me with that." "Said Aurora, feeling the smooth, elastic skin of the coffee beans." It's just that Myrtle seems to have a problem with us two uninvited guests."
"Myrtle? Whether it was an illusion or not, Hagrid's eyes shook violently at the mention of the name. He moved his fingers and scratched his hair to make it look more untidy. "How did you get to that place?"
"Because no one else is going there." Aurora replied, adding, "What's the matter with you? Do you know Myrtle?"
"Er... She..." Hagrid took a deep breath and spoke strangely fretfully and incoherently. "She's a good girl. What a pity... Something bad happened."
"Yes. Do you know what it is?"
"I don't know, the circumstances... But I can assure you, this has nothing to do with spiders. Really, Aurora!"
"A spider? Aurora looked at him strangely. "Hagrid, nobody said it had anything to do with spiders. Don't be so nervous."
"Er... Yeah, I was so nervous. It's easy to talk when it's cold." Hagrid grunted, his eyes wandering. "It's getting dark, I'll show you out."
Aurora looked at the coffee beans and finally gave up. "Yes, please," she nodded.
Leaving the Forest on to the wide lawn outside the school gates, Hagrid and Aurora met Dumbledore and Snape, who had just come back from outside.
"Hello, Professor." "Asked Aurora. "Good evening Aurora." Dumbledore smiled gently. "Are you two walking in the snow?"
"Uh." The little girl and the giant looked at each other and nodded very tacitly at the same time. "Yes, we are visiting friends."
... Sure enough, we should correct the words in advance next time. Professor Dumbledore didn't hear me, did he?
Dumbledore's smile remained the same, and his blue eyes scanned the footprints behind them without identifying them. "Oh, the enviable friendship of age. That's why I love it more than the Ministry, being around kids always makes you feel younger too."
Snape raised his eyebrows and repeated Hagrid's words, "Snow view?"
Aurora touched the tip of her nose and did not answer. Hagrid's honest smile was a little stiff on his face, wondering why Snape was repeating himself.
"Is it nice? 'he asked.
"... Yes, it looks good." Aurora replied tentatively, as she usually does when she's out of ideas.
"You look like you're enjoying the snow." Snape curled the corners of his mouth. "Enjoying the snow too... Visual perception?"
Aurora hesitated for only half a second, knowing at once that Hagrid's excuse was a poor one for a man with snow blindness. She looked up at Snape, feeling that the next moment he was about to ruthlessly turn the flimsiest piece of crap upside down.
Without thinking about the Potions professor's memory, and with the survival instinct that Salazar had trained over the past six months, Aurora rubbed her eyes with her sleeve. Tiny bits of ice from the material melted into her eyes, forcing a mist out of her sight. "I'm still not fit for snow, so Hagrid's trying to send me back," she said in a faint octave.
Hagrid looked stunned, then nodded in coordination.
Life is like a play, it all depends on acting.
The curve of Snape's mouth was compressed into a cold, cold smile.
At last Dumbledore said, "Then you must go back, it will be difficult in the snow again. Just be careful next time."
That's why their soft-spoken principal is so good!
"Good-bye, Professor."
Dumbledore raised his glasses and looked back at the little girl as she trotted into the castle after Hagrid. "She's a lovely little thing, isn't she?"
The corners of Snape's mouth twitched as though he were trying to crush and swallow something unelegant and implausible, but he could not muster any extra energy to give the headmaster a false answer.
"Especially when she laughs, she looks like her father." "Said Dumbledore again. There was no such expression of suppressed disgust on Snape's face this time, only an inscrutable blank that covered his whole face.
When they were not going to answer, Dumbledore concluded, "In any case, this Ministry affair is now over."
"Yes." He replied dryly.
That Ravenclaw of the Order of the Phoenix, Emond Field. Snape checked his last memory of the other, and Dumbledore was right. When the girl laughed, she did look just like him.
He remembered Eamond's last appearance, his face bloodied and bruised, his pale brown eyes surprisingly bright, as if they were burning.
"Help me." His voice was hoarse, and his weak tones caught in his ears with a sharp clarity.
In his hand he held a silver pocket watch with a gentle and beautiful name engraved on the back.
Aurora Field.
Patches of ice fell dense, deep snow like a dream.
...
Just inside the castle, before Aurora could take in what was in front of her, a figure with the faint smell of orange blossom swooped into sight, seized her and dragged her in the other direction.
Aurora looked around in surprise and saw her partner's pretty profile. "Sur, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh, don't talk." She wrinkled her nose and took longer steps, so that Aurora, dragged by her, could hardly keep up with her at a trot.
Legs are too long, "Sur Hepburn"!
After running away for some distance, Sur looked back for a quick moment and breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like we lost them. I'm sorry, I said I had a date with a friend, and you showed up. What a lifesaver!"
"Which house is it this time?" To push the battle-hardened Slytherin flower to this extent, it can only feel like...
'Gryffindor,' said Harry. 'she replied.
Sure enough. Only Gryffindor had such fighting power and intimidation.
Seeing that she was still looking cautiously behind her, Aurora patted her on the shoulder and said, "Think of it this way. You're doing something for peace at Hogwarts. There are very few things that Slytherin and Gryffindor can agree on, at least you have. You should be happy."
"I don't want to sacrifice myself for peace, I just want to find someone gentle and considerate. To be honest, I think you Hufflepuff boys are all right."
"And Slytherin? I'm afraid Sur was the first Snake House student to show Hufflepuff so much respect.
"It takes a lot of tolerance. They're good for relationships, I mean, if you want to have a big, big relationship, good or bad."
"It sounds a bit like suicide." "Aurora commented. Sur looked at him wide-eyed, then laughed. "You talk funny. But I have to admit, you have a point. It's very graphic. You can experience it sometime."
"... No, I'm hungry for life." Aurora shrank her shoulders and then asked, suddenly thinking of something, "By the way, Sur, did you know about Myrtle?"
'Her? Why are you suddenly asking her?" Sur gave Aurora a strange look.
"Nothing, just once. I'm curious."
"I don't know much about her, but I hear it has something to do with a legend in our school. You know, Myrtle's killer hasn't been found yet."
"What legend?
"The Chamber of Secrets of Salazar Slytherin."
"What... What?" Aurora unconsciously reached back to her bag and felt a chill behind her.
"I don't know exactly. Anyway, the secret room is in the school, and it's impossible to find, but it was opened once. It was Myrtle that died."
"And what's in that chamber?" Like yellow eyes and things like that...
Sur shook his head. "I don't know. But according to legend, Salazar Slytherin left the Chamber of Secrets in order to one day rid Hogwarts of all Muggle-borns. Bloodline is very important to some wizards, you know."
"... Well, thank you."
...
Back in the dorm, Aurora drew herself into her bed as usual, with a dark yellow curtain hanging around her to block out the outside world.
Salazar's diary lay folded in her lap, the dark green and cold silver of the cover unbearably sharp, almost mean.
She remembered that Salazar had once said that he had finalized the plans for Hogwarts. Then he must know where the chamber is. Even if the legend is wrong, and the Chamber of Secrets has nothing to do with him or doesn't exist, then maybe he'll know what those yellow eyes are?
Aurora tried to open the diary and ask him, but felt as if she could not. God knows how many things in the world have yellow eyes, and how many malicious legends about Slytherin House. Most of those rumors are false or demonized.
Thanks to You-Know-Who, the tales of the Slytherin House are now all over the place.
Aurora shook her head and closed her eyes as she listened to her roommates discuss next month's Valentine's Day.
How long she lay like this, she hugged Salazar's diary and drifted off to sleep.
It was as if she were dreaming, and the feeling was uncertain. The whole picture is very dim, the line of light and shadow is blurred, a lot of things in the dim light but not make out the outline.
Grey-green was the dominant hue of everything, a sullen, oppressive hue that grew and spread from every corner, and only the ground beneath was pure black.
The silence was empty, the deep corridors stretched on and on, and the distant places were thick and foggy.
Closer, the deposits of color began to flow faintly, pushing her in an unfamiliar direction.
Aurora followed the force slowly, turning the corner into a hall painted with the same vibrant forest green that was almost rotten. This time she recognized it. It was the entrance hall of Hogwarts, its mottled old rocky yellow replaced by a dull green, as if it had been buried in water for a hundred years and had been unearthed again.
She reached up the banister of the stairs, up and down the corridor to a bathroom door.
She saw spiders crawling all over the place, pulling bright green threads around the bathroom. At that moment, the snake sculpture on the faucet sprang to life and came down from the sink, zoomed in and out, hissing horribly, staring at a pair of long, gold-colored beasts with vertical eyes, white tusks, and purple letters.
"Sa... Salazar?" Aurora stared at her, instinctively backing away as the spiders swarmed around her feet, fleeing for their lives.
The golden-eyed boa constrictor approached her, and the purple letter, as cold as its own blood, touched Aurora's cheek, thick with the smell of blood.
Aurora looked up in horror. Myrtle's body was hanging in the middle of the dome, staring stiffly at her.
"Ah!!"
Aurora screamed and ran out, the green all over the scene rippling and shrinking, as if she had been swept up in a raging wave.
The next, she was crashing into the arms of a stranger. When I looked up, I saw Snape's expressionless, white face, his blackness almost flowing down to blend in with the blackness of the ground.
The black eyes without any light were eerily familiar, as if they had been seen in a distant place before.
"Professor, help me! Aurora held him close, her body cold beneath the thick material, her long blond hair spread over Snape's black overcoat, its bright colors a delicate fragility. They are surrounded by an overwhelming amount of twisted gray-green.
"Help me! Help me! Professor, please!"
"Well..."
She was suddenly hit hard on the face by something, and the pain was so intense that Aurora shuddered and rolled off the bed with a loud clanging noise.
The sky was just a gray light, the deep blue had not faded, and dawn was approaching.
"What's the matter? !" Cecilia was the first to get to her feet. She looked in amazement at Aurora, who was lying on her face on the ground. "You... Aurora? Are you all right?"
"I'm all right! Aurora quickly got up, fighting back tears stimulated by sharp pain, "had a nightmare, a little scary, nothing."
"What did you dream, Merlin? How exciting is it to fall out of bed? !" Cecilia was dumbfounded.
"... It's like... Professor Snape?" She thought for a moment and decided on a more honest answer with less impact.
"... It was very exciting. It's perfectly understandable to roll out of bed." But Cecilia clearly doesn't think so.
Aurora shook her head, climbed into bed and went back to sleep. She was soon patted awake again. She covered her face and opened her eyes. A sliver appeared in her blurred vision, still wiggling.
She started, awake as fast as she had started in her dying illness.
"What do you call help so miserable?" Salazar looked at her with his golden vertical eyes half-closed. "What was it?"
Would you believe me if I said you?
"Nothing, good morning."