The water boiled and Heige filled a pot of black tea with it and some lemon slices. When the lid was opened, the whole house was filled with the warm aroma of tea, mellow and rich.
He poured a drink for Aurora as she entered the room, then sat across from her, scratching his head, he said, "Works, they just left. But you can go to them later. I heard from Bill that Professor mcgonagall has business with them, and you probably won't see them when you get back. But, really, Aurora, are you all right?"
Aurora picked up the cup. The hot tea had been whittled down to just the right temperature through the walls and gloves to warm her hands, "Yes, I'm fine," she said, mentally lamenting the incident as a bystander but physically overreacting. The strange heaviness on her shoulders made it impossible for her to muster the energy and emotion of her past.
She knew that others might have thought she was a little more devastated, but the truth was that she had felt more than a deep sense of pity and sorrow, as if she were an outsider with feelings.
But she is, strictly speaking, an outsider.
Once again, Avrora was acutely aware of the fact that he was living in a completely foreign world as another human being, as if he were a nameless exile. Years later, she is still here, living in this vivid to wake up the dream.
It was as if she were treading on a grass covered with cotton and down, staggering on even though it felt so unreal.
It was not the first time she had felt this way, and when she had first arrived, Avrora had been almost The Hours in this emptiness. However, the feeling now was obviously different from before. However, she could not tell what exactly was different. She just did not want to think about her blank past.
Heige looked at the little girl with the blank expression on her pretty face, and sighed deeply into the unfocused gray of her light brown eyes. Aurora's blank silence fell into his eyes, and was read as depression in the midst of excessive grief.
After a long silence, Heige patted his leg and asked Avrora, in a slightly comical tone, "Would you like to go into the forbidden forest and look at the coffee beans?"
Aurora finally came to her senses. She blinked at her giant friend and put down her teacup. "Okay."
The forest was always wetter and colder than it was outside, and the thick canopy that blocked out the sun kept out most of the snow, leaving only low bushes and a few rocks on which the occasional surviving snow debris would melt, a semi-fluid crystal beauty.
Further afield, the forest vapors condensed into a smoky green by low temperatures, misty as a misty sea, with no edges or shapes to be seen.
Aurora took the paper with her to the forbidden forest, where she browsed the other pages. Then she saw a man of some sort, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, who had published a new book, which had been widely reported in the daily prophet.
As Hagrid talked about his own past, Aurora sat on the back of the coffee beans and slowly followed him. He picked some turquoise plush fruits called Hibiscus and handed them to Aurora. Aurora mimicked hagrid, squeezing the ends of the berries hard and filling her hands with the sweet, clear juice.
Sweet and fresh, with a little winter frost cold flavor, like a mix of honey snowballs.
The tea roll looked curiously at the fruit that kept spilling water out, stuck out his finger to dip a little into his mouth and stuck out his tongue. It seemed that it tasted very bad.
Somewhere along the way, Avrora noticed that the coffee beans were kicking and screaming at something on the ground. She looked down and saw groups of tiny spiders, black rivers flowing in one direction.
She was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered that is full of rot green strange dream.
She leaned over and tugged at the giant's sleeve. "Hagrid? There are so many spiders."
Hagrid looked down, then followed the Spiders' path to the endless forest, "Oh, the Spiders. Maybe Something's wrong. I have to go and see. Aurora, are you going to stay here, or are you going to come with me?"
Aurora shook her head. "I don't think so. Spiders aren't really my thing. They..." she thought for a moment, then rubbed her nose and added, "Too many legs."
Heige smiled. The joke was a sign that he was in a better mood. So he said to Avrora, "I'll go and see. Don't go too far by yourself. The beans will protect you and take you back to the cabin. I'll see you there."
"Okay."
After Heige left, Aurora looked around, jumped off the back of the coffee bean, and touched its head. "Come on, let's Go sit by the river
The beans hesitated, as if Aurora were a child who didn't think it was a good idea to go deeper into the woods. Aurora patted him reassuringly and pulled him on.
She had been to the area so many times that even a road hog was familiar with it. If you go in the right direction, the river is about 300 feet away, and thestrals live nearby. And, of course, Porpoise and magic rosemary.
When the beans returned to their homestead, they made a shrill, distinctive cry that drew the rest of the family. It was the only signal other than blood that allowed them to gather in large numbers.
The porpoises, apparently fed up with the high-pitched calls of thestrals, emerge from under the rosemary bushes with their spines on end, making menacing gurgles.
When Aurora saw the porpoises charging out, she waved her hand in front of the thestrals, signaling them to stop barking. Then she crouches down, grabs a handful from the humus and moisture of the soil, wipes it on her hands, and reaches out to the porpoises. "Hey, you guys."
The leader sniffed Aurora's hand, then slowly pulled back the spikes and lay on the ground, exposing his belly. Then she saw by the Rosemary Bush a heap of very fresh shells, as if they had just been picked.
"Is anyone coming here?" She said to herself.
Then, a crack came from not far away and startled the porpoise and thestrals. The porpoises soon re-emerge into the flowers, and Avrora clings to the beans' necks as he tries to calm the other thestrals. Almost at the same time as the explosion, a strange and strong smell spread through the forest, and the waves washed through the ancient forest, which was too wet and gloomy.
"Rosemary? is that..."
Behind the fog, something shiny was slowly flying over. It was hordes of fan butterflies.
"Merring," Aurora said, taking out her wand to pin down or repel the approaching butterfly. But the lights kept getting brighter.
With a scream, the thestrals began to flap their large, smooth wings, whipping up waves of strong air that forced the butterflies to flee in such disorderly winds.
Aurora washed her hands, pulled her scarf over her nose and mouth, rolled up the newspaper and put it in her coat pocket. She patted the coffee bean on the head and began to lean cautiously toward the butterfly. So the difference in size is really insurmountable, and although there are many of them, thestrals can gather and flap their wings and blow them away.
Soon she saw a familiar black figure standing at the end of the path where the butterfly had fled back, slowly surrounded by the directionless butterflies.
"Professor Severus Snape," Aurora said, not surprised. She had almost guessed who the explosion was.
"Let's go," Aurora said, gesturing in more and more directions. She climbed onto the bean's back and gestured toward it. The tea roll stood on Aurora's shoulder, and together they straightened their arms and growled like little girls.
Severus Snape collected enough bloody vines and turned around just as the butterflies were coming at him like a tornado. The Wand turned around and pointed at the group of glowing butterflies, which had lost their normality due to the inexplicable strong wind. One group of them petrified, but many more pounced on them, and the shiny silvery-blue dust began to accumulate, exudes an illusory sweetness.
Sensing that the butterfly's hallucinogenic magic was at work, Severus Snape subconsciously used a brain-blocking technique to block out memories that had begun to fluctuate. The next second, a strong wind from the side, swept away all the dust and butterflies.
An almost-adult-sized thestrals sprang out of the woods with wings fluttering, and on his back sat a man who looked very familiar to Severus Snape. Not because of the color of the scarf or the size of her body, but because of the color of her hair.
Long, scattered, pale blond hair, so striking in the dark, ancient forest, was like the magnificent sunlight that pierced through the haze.
Thestrals hissing and flapping their wings to blow away the butterflies. Two men and one beast are almost surrounded by a swarm of butterflies.
Sure enough, coffee beans are not enough. There are too many butterflies.
"Professor, come on Up!" Aurora turned her head. All she could see were her hair flying around. She must have looked like the female ghosts in the horror stories.
Severus Snape frowned and looked at the little girl for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but then sat down on the back of the coffee bean, her long hair spilling out all over his chest.
"Fly up," he said briefly, grabbing his cape to cover his mouth and nose. "Now!" There were more and more butterflies, and they must have passed the rest of the forest where the bloody vines grew.
Aurora wrapped her arms around the bean's neck, pressing her cheek against its skin and bones. "Let's get out of Here!"
Adjusting their positions, the beans rushed at great speed toward the airtight trees overhead, knocking down branches and leaves.
It's a good thing I'm wearing thick enough. Avrora thought, or he might have been made into a bun by these thick branches.
The head is OK, wrapped in a scarf can at least block the role of a little. The hand holding the scarf over her head was miserable. The Sharp, short pain kept pressing against the back of her hand. After a while, Avrora felt as if she had lost all feeling in her hand.
It seems that even if this will not be drawn into steamed bread will be drawn into pig's feet... ... she bit her lip, closed her eyes and buried her face in her cloak, praying that the coffee beans would go faster and that the pain would be shorter.
As soon as the beans flew off the ground, Severus Snape instinctively ducked to avoid the rush of air that was rushing down from above, with a touch of Rosemary. The little girl held down her hands that were used to wrap the scarf around her head. In her hair, she gradually revealed a kind of blood-red that was caused by the branches. The back of her hands was scarred, and her clothes were scratched deeply and lightly.
Of course, Severus Snape himself was no better, but he was prescient enough to wear a pair of gloves, for he had discovered that the bloodbark vine contained a lot of papilio secretions, contact with bare hands for too long will cause skin redness and inflammation.
This is his experience after his last contact with this plant.
Severus Snape squinted at the huddled little girl, paused, and then wrapped her in his cloak, reaching out to cover her head.
Aurora stiffened and looked up at Severus Snape, who had pursed her lips into a frown, through the gaps in her hair. The jawline of the other party because of the action of slightly clenching teeth and some tension, pale skin.
"Professor..."
The noise of the leaves and the air finally stopped, and the black thestrals burst out from above the forbidden forest, tearing through the dense canopy blockade, rolling up a cloud of leaves and snow behind them, the warm bright sunlight flooded over.
Without the imprisonment of the forest, coffee beans speed up in an instant, slender broad wings can fly very fast almost without flapping. She felt his arm pull back around her, and Aurora lifted her head from under his dark cloak. The starry light squeezed into her eyes, making them hurt.
The Sky is a pure to the extreme sky blue, romantic gentle, high and far, white clouds such as smoke. Aurora saw the dark green forest and the pale earth crouching at their feet. Even Hogwarts was left behind.
The wind howled, the sun shone, and the thestrals flew light and steady, carrying them across the sky and earth as if they were free from everything.
The scene in front of me was so shocking that I couldn't speak. It was as if they were the only ones left in the world.
Aurora reached out to catch the rays, which were so beautiful and fragile that she realized her hands were covered in bruises and streaks of purple and scarlet.
Severus Snape cast his gaze as far as he could, the blue-and-white border glowing under the sky, the whole world falling away from him. Aurora's long hair drifted across his line of vision, tangled in the sun's rays and almost indistinguishable from his own. He looked into the distance for a while, then quickly averted his gaze and glanced at the girl in front of him. "If you don't want your hand to continue to be serious, you'd better stop it now and go to the school hospital."
Aurora looked back, embarrassed, and reached for her hair. "Are you all right?" She asked
"I'm fine, so let's get it down now," Severus Snape replied.
Eventually, the beans landed near Černé jezero, folding their long, wide wings. The light conditions on the ground are far less good than in the sky, where the pale blue is replaced by a shimmering milky white that looks foggy.
Aurora followed Severus Snape down the Coffee Bean's back, and the rolled-up newspaper dropped from under her coat to the right spot where Emond and Severus Snape and Dumbledore were.
Severus Snape's gaze lingered on it for a moment, then turned to Avrora and bent down to pick it up.
The coffee bean rubbed against the little girl's face and spread its wings to fly back to the Forbidden Forest. Aurora looked back. "You're going to, uh..."
"It seems professor Dumbledore doesn't have to tell you," Severus Snape said, handing the paper back to her, deadpan. "I suppose you've read it?" In fact, he wasn't so sure about that, because if she had, logically, he wouldn't have seen her under those circumstances.
Aurora shrugged and refolded the newspaper. The cut on the back of her hand hurt. "Yes, I have. They're portrayed as gimmicks."
Severus Snape raised her eyebrows slightly and tilted her head. He was suddenly curious about the little girl's idea of bringing the thestrals to help a man who was suspected of killing his father. What was she thinking.
Aurora stared at him, then scratched her hair, then sighed in pain. "I'll just look," she said, catching her breath
"Is that what you think?"
"Yes, professor. That's what I think. Because I really care about the truth of this matter. It concerns my father, so I don't want there to be any misunderstanding." The little girl looked up at him, seriously replied, "At least, there's nothing substantial to convince me of what's in the papers right now. I used to be a paperboy in Muggle society, and I think it's the same here. They don't care if it's true or not, as long as the printed paper sells, then they're successful."
Severus Snape looked at her for a moment, then turned and entered the castle, "You must go to the school hospital," and had better let Madam Pomfrey examine you, did she accidentally lose her brain in the forbidden forest and get eaten by the butterflies.
The girl was stunned for a moment. "Then, then I'll go to the Forbidden Forest..." Hufflepuff was on the verge of a storm.
Severus Snape stopped, looked back down at her, and sneered, "I forgot if you didn't tell me."
That's a snake talking!
Aurora shouted, "Then forget it. Goodbye, Professor." She dashed into the castle as fast as she could, as if some kind of monster were chasing her, leave a trail of footprints in the snow.
The clouds scattered, the sun inclined vertical, full of bright eyes.