After taking Aurora to the school hospital, Severus Snape quickly left, and Madame Pomfrey carefully bandaged Aurora's hands.
It was lunchtime on the way out of the hospital, and the students were walking in twos and threes toward the cafeteria, where Aurora had bumped into Works and Bill.
"Please, tell me it's not the damn paper this morning," Works said, frowning at her hand, which was wrapped in white gauze.
It seemed that the other party thought she had cut herself because of the blow. Aurora sighed to herself and shook her hand, "Of course not. These are the most popular gauze gloves of the year. I had to beg Madame Pomfrey to get them. You boys wouldn't understand."
Bill smiled, squinted his blue eyes, and shrugged his shoulders. "We're glad you're not in a bad mood for a joke, but are you sure your hands are all right?"
"I'm fine, really. It was an accident," Aurora said, putting away her witty banter. Works wrinkled her nose and waved her hand at her roommate. "I told you she wouldn't say anything. She just kept saying, 'I'm fine, don't worry' over and over again, ever since I was a kid."
"When have I ever had a real problem?"
"... That's true."
"Don't worry, I've been through the most incredible thing in the world, and nothing else is going to break me."
"The most incredible thing?"
Aurora looked at her bandaged hands, the bruises and bruises on the backs of her hands tearing at each other as she balled up her fists. The dull, sharp pain was like the twigs still beating against her skin. Then, under the curious gaze of Works and Bill, she said slowly, in a sort of half-joking, half-mystical tone, "Open your eyes and come into the world."
The two cubs' eyelids drooped scornfully, and their clear, beautiful eyes cast an untrusting glance at her.
"It sounds like a funny philosophical proposition," Works said.
"We really don't have to worry about that," Bill said.
"So, enjoy your weekend. Have a nice lunch."
With that, Avrora walked briskly to Hufflepuff's long table and began to enjoy the food in front of her.
After dinner, she borrowed Works's owl, Hastings, to carry a message to Heige, telling him that she was sorry she hadn't been able to wait for him at the cabin, and that she had returned safely to the castle, by the way, I hope the Spiders just want to have a walk on the winter tour, so they came out in droves. In short, pray for peace.
Hagrid's reply came soon, telling Aurora that everything was all right in the forest and wishing her well, hand and heart, as soon as possible.
Looks like everyone's feeling a little down about Emond. The truth is, however, that's only a small part of it. She had never been a great emotional sculptor, and could not pretend to be distraught over someone she had never even met. The best thing to do was to talk less and look up at the sky more, it would have seemed to her that she was filled with the same sort of melancholy that John Field's "Biological daughter" should have been.
Alas, her feelings were far less intense than those of her real daughter, and even after all these years, she could feel the fatigue and heaviness that ran deep within her. She sometimes wondered what it would have been like to know the truth about the real Aurora John Field?
The misunderstanding that had been ignored for many years was finally resolved. His father, who had always resented him, was a brave man, just like the other members of the Order of the Phoenix who had died. However, when his daughter finally understood, he was long gone.
Oh, Merring, you're making me cry. No wonder everyone thinks they should be crying like crazy, or that it's not incomprehensible that their depression is so extreme.
More tragically, the real Aurora John Field had died in the fall seven years earlier, and had somehow managed to get away with it.
With that in mind, Avrora rested his chin on his arm, "Mr. Slytherin, what if... I mean what if one day you wake up and you're a complete stranger?" He wrote slowly into António de Oliveira Salazar's journal
António de Oliveira Salazar replied casually, "Good luck to the enemies of the body's original owner."
Aurora's lips twitched. It was so Slytherin.
Time in the gradually warm up of the clear water flow, off the snow coat of the Earth Day by day is more and more vibrant light green and colorful color painted.
In May, the seventh graders were ready to leave school. According to tradition, there will be a farewell party for the graduates.
The weather was especially good that day. The farewell party was set outside the castle, facing the Black Lake. There was an open-air music performance. The main performers were the lower-grade children.
At The end of The show, The seventh-grade valedictorians sang"The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" in unison to The Hogwarts Castle in front of them, just as they had when they First started.
Before the song was over, Dean Sprout had joined the departing Hufflepuff. Many sentimental girls have just sang the first line, the voice began to tremble down, finally winding down into low bursts of crying sound.
At that moment, all the students who were not in class came out to watch the concert. Aurora and Beverly, lying on the balcony of the second floor of the castle, looked down and saw the badger lion and eagle snake house from right to left, vivid interpretation of what is called the gradual decline of tears. The Slytherin on the far left stood neatly beside Severus Snape, and the few who had not yet found a suitable job had anxious looks on their faces, the rest of the graduates' faces were almost uniformly testy or aloof.
It is difficult to capture even the slightest sadness and reluctance from their beautiful young faces, which have not completely faded from their childlike appearance, this rich and overtly emotional display doesn't go well with the dark green college medals on their chests.
Aurora now understood why, on all occasions, Slytherin and Hufflepuff's students stood at opposite ends of the school. The contrast between the two schools is so great that standing too close to each other creates an overly dramatic, and comic, contrast.
So by the end of the show, Slytherin and La Verne Klaw were the only ones who really finished the song. The gryffindors barely made it, and the Hufflepuff were too busy crying.
The result is such a gentle and long romantic country music song, was forced by the snake yard and Eagle Yard representatives sing a kind of enunciated aggressive. It was as if they were not saying goodbye to Hogwarts, but calmly plotting how to take it over.
Aurora looked at the music on the nearby lawn and tried to hold back her laughter.
But despite everything else, the song itself is pretty good.
The younger bands were still dutifully playing the unfinished score, and the light, soulful music was still ringing. As more and more people joined in, The song from The castle became clearer: "The first time ever I saw your face. I thought The sun rose in your eyes..."
It was so emotional that Aurora began to shake her head And hum along to the beat, "And the Moon And stars were the gifts you GE to the dark And the empty skies, my love..."
At the end of the music, the children in the castle are waving to the graduates, a clear and sweet"Good-bye" for their lawn to do the final farewell.
The students come and go one by one, one after another spring comes and goes. Hogwarts is still here, a faithful record of everyone's growth and past.
After the show, it's a new beginning, Circle of Life.
...
In Aurora's second year at the Academy, the cup still belonged to Slytherin. At the school leaving party, Dumbledore, after announcing the results, quipped that it would be best if he didn't have to change the flag above the dining room.
A week before the summer officially began, Avrora wrote a letter to Mrs. Brent at the magic pet store in Diagon Alley, asking if she still needed a summer worker's assistant.
Mrs. Brent wrote back quickly, saying that the position of shop assistant had always been vacant, since so few people could put up with so many noisy, overworked magical pets, and even fewer to keep them all in line.
Because Mrs. Brunt's son and daughter-in-law happened to be back from France, Aurora had to find a place of her own. She prefers to rent out her apartment in Muggle society because she can save more money by doing so.
With that in mind, Avrora carefully checked his luggage for anything he might have missed. He took António de Oliveira Salazar's diary out of the drawer and prepared to put it straight into his carry-on bag.
Then she saw the hand-written book that had been borrowed from Professor Flitwick by the three founders of the school, still lying there.
Aurora thought for a moment, then took it out and prepared to return it to Professor Flitwick. Although the book has been in my own half of the school year, but I did not read it completely, mainly because potions too brutal reason.
Avrora felt like he was in pain from the trigeminal nerve of falling through a required course.
She sighed and put the book down on the table when Blight jumped off the shelf and flipped it over. The heavy book hit the ground with a muffled sound, and the old parchment, which was already crisp, bloomed like a flower under the fast-forward camera, shaking out the beautiful handwriting inside.
Aurora quickly picked it up and checked to see if it was broken. After making sure the book was intact, she heaved a sigh of relief and shoved Blight, who was still meowing, into the cage while the tea roll stood on the girl's shoulder and stuck out its tongue at him.
Rushing to the first floor with her luggage, Avrora dropped her suitcases where they were to be picked up at the start of the school year and headed for Professor Flitwick's office with her books in her arms.
It's time for the train to leave. The boarding gate is People Mountain People Sea. Aurora stood with the other lower-class students, waiting quietly for the crowd to pass. As the doors opened, Works and Bill were pushed into the car, leaving Aurora too small to be left behind.
Of course, by the time she got on the train, there was no room for anyone else.
The train started to move slowly, and Avrora, with Blight in her arms and her suitcase, staggered down the aisle, looking for a place to sit. The heavy load made it difficult for her to keep her balance.
When the train picked up speed again, Aurora jolted violently, and Blight instinctively jumped out of her arms and into the gap between the side doors that had yet to close.
"Blight!" Aurora shouted as she opened the sliding door in her suitcase. The Black Cat sat upright on the table, brushing its hair with its tongue and scratching its head.
There is no one in the carriage. Or, except for their black-clad professor of Potions, no one.
Severus Snape shook the newspaper in his hand, letting it fall halfway down his face. Then he saw the little girl standing at the door, her eyes full of surprise.
"Eh, Professor?" So it was because Severus Snape was sitting here that no one dared to come in... ... this carriage looked as empty as a ghost in an already crowded train.
Aurora looked into the side of the car, which was packed to the left and to the right, except for the one in front of her. She pursed her lips and pointed to the empty seat opposite Severus Snape. "I can't find another seat in the car. Can I come with you?"
Severus Snape nodded in understanding, the newspaper swaying in his hand toward the brown leather seat opposite him, "Of course, be my guest," and then he continued to hold it up.
"Thank You," said Avrora, taking off his shoulder bag and putting it on the seat. He lifted the suitcase with great difficulty over his head, ready to be stuffed into the overhead compartment.
Then she was silent.
The shelf is too high.
Aurora took a deep breath and began to steal a step. But it was still a short distance away, and her arms were shaking from the weight she was lifting upward.
Her sweaty palms could no longer grip the suitcase, and a hand reached over from behind to steady it for Aurora, just a second before she felt like she was about to lose her memory, it was then easily tucked into an overhead stand.
She looked back and saw Severus Snape looking down at her. "If you're not going to pick up your suitcases and shoot yourself in the foot, next time you'd better put them where you can reach them," she said in a flat voice
"Thank you," she said, scratching her head and reaching for the satchel on the seat with her weak hand. António de Oliveira Salazar's journal slid out of the window by accident, and the silver metal in the corners glistened in the interlaced light of the car. Aurora stiffened for half a second, then calmly stuffed the bag back into her lap and settled into her seat.
Severus Snape saw the journal, and his fingers moved, and his eyes became dark and sharp, and he said, "That's not your journal, it looks old." This time he did not feel the wave of dark magic, but his instincts told him the diary would not be easy.
"No," Aurora said, shaking her head. Warm, golden streaks of light shone through the window and flowed across her hands. "It's my father's," she answered half-truthfully
When Severus Snape heard this, her eyes flickered slightly as she expected, and she sat back in her seat. "Did he give it to you himself?"
"Not really. I found it at home by accident. I think it belonged to my father." This is not too false. You know, lying to Severus Snape, especially in a car with just the two of them, is so psychologically challenging.
"Yeah? Well, maybe you should know better than to use something you're not entirely sure about." He lifted his chin to Aurora and picked up the newspaper again. The The Sundowners didn't shine on Severus Snape at all because of the angle. He and Aurora were sitting across the table from each other, a brilliant figure alone and a man in the dark.
"You're right."
Severus Snape took one look at her, didn't answer, and began to focus on the newspaper.
With no one to talk to, Aurora quickly fell asleep on the rickety train. She leaned her head against the window and barely opened her eyes to see the flowing scenery of the forest and the fields outside the car window. The background was the evening sky, and the distant place was as brilliant as a fire. This is extremely rare in a country like Britain, which is soaked in clouds and rain all year round. The variegated light and shade are mellow and gentle, reminiscent of some quiet old movies.
Gray clouds, saturated with moisture, are closing in in on the east, and the sharp rays are beginning to look a little limp in the growing gloom.
She drifted off to sleep for a while until the train jolted when it stopped on a platform with an unclear name. And then she saw that Severus Snape was all packed up, and she stood up in a good mood.
"Are You There Yet?"
"You'd better ask the flight attendant if you overslept," Severus Snape said, helping Aurora with her suitcase. "If you're going to Diagon Alley, you'd better stay awake for the next half hour."
Aurora looked at him in amazement. Then she saw a letter in front of her from Mrs. Brent, the magical pet store. It was in her satchel. It must have fallen out earlier.
She wanted to say something, but he had gone.
Suddenly, António de Oliveira Salazar's diary was opened, and the serpent looked more majestic than ever: "Your Potions Master?"
"Yeah, he's dean Slytherin too, didn't I tell you?"
António de Oliveira Salazar Crumbles Avrora's words, the pulsing lines of flame rising from around the fragments of words and obliterating them: "I don't have Alzheimer's yet. I don't have to repeat it."
"What's the matter with you?" Aurora thought something was wrong.
António de Oliveira Salazar pondered for a moment and wrote on the page in a very solemn and formal font, "If I were you, I would stay away from him."
"Why? He's the Dean of Your College. is that a good thing to say?"
"This has nothing to do with the Academy," António de Oliveira Salazar said as she burned Aurora's words, dark and sharp as a knife blade cutting through paper and casting shadows behind her, "Mark my words. Take what you said about being an ex-death eater. You two live in completely different worlds. It's bad luck to approach him."
Aurora read these words, the train began to slowly start up again. She suddenly looked out of the window. The tall and thin black figure was drifting away with his back to her. Under the Dark Blue Sky, he was floating alone like a ghost. The lights projected Aurora's face on the window, and she could see herself losing sight of him.
"I see. But I wonder why you suddenly feel that way."
"He could vaguely sense that there was something unusual about my diary. Although he was still very uncertain, he was still suspicious. Based on that alone, you should stay as far away from him as possible."
... ... Who was so vindictive automatic exposure, and now to educate her up... ? ... and it doesn't seem like she and Severus Snape had much in common?
"You get too close to him, and one day he's going to strip you of everything you own."
"... it does sound brutal, but why do I feel that you are right, and that you are the most dangerous one?" The founder of Slytherin and the current dean, which was more terrifying?
It's a dead end. She doesn't want to test it at all.
António de Oliveira Salazar laughed grimly. "You'll be crying in the future," he said. "I'll remind you."
So, is this a tale of British horror in which Dean Slytherin and Dean Taylor are secretly testing each other?
Then why does it always sound like you're the only one who's unlucky? ... It's not like she works for Slytherin. This is very... ...