It was night after dusk.
Here by the sea, the forest, fresh and dry from the blazing sun during the day, soon fogs up and hovers in it at night. The twilight had not completely disappeared, and the air was getting thicker with the Sun's yellowish glow, glowing in the gradually darkening environment.
Aurora followed Severus Snape into the forest, where it was getting dark and some of the glow-in-the-dark magic herbs were spreading out their branches to give off a faint blue glow.
After a relatively open road, Avrora saw a dark brown billboard at the end of which Severus Snape was heading, it was written in a fluorescent paint that had fallen off and said something like, "Do not go near the danger zone.".
It seems that the front is a concentration of magical creatures and potion materials growth, so is classified as Muggles prohibited area.
Severus Snape stepped forward, waved her wand, and floated the wire around the sign. Then she walked in and turned to look at Aurora. The girl withdrew her curious gaze and quickly followed him across the curved arch of the wire.
Here and there, huge tree trunks tipped over and fell, forming a new green coat of moss over them, and a thick layer of humus spread over them like nothing you'd ever seen before. The smell of vegetation was more humid than the forest. The magical snow hydrangeas bloomed like huge patches of frozen, pale snow. There were more cauldrons on the tree trunks as they looked at the two of them curiously.
After a long silence, Aurora felt compelled to find a topic of conversation. "Do you come here often?" She asked. "I mean, you seem to know your way around here."
"A few times," Severus Snape replied, raising the fluorescent lights to a greater effect, and raising them above Aurora's head, "When you need more troublesome ingredients," Avrora nods, "I've heard that where there is wood hemlock, there must be scarlet scorpions."
"Lycoris radiata and the curare toad have good neighbourhoods," adds Severus Snape
"So you have to look for the Scavenger eggs first," Avrora continued. Severus Snape reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a few thumb-sized spotted eggs. "I think you mean these," she said
"You found it?" Aurora looked at him in surprise. Then she took the eggs, which were still warm. "Looks like we're going to save ourselves a lot of time."
"I think so."
Soon there were masses of silver-edged pine trees in front of them, clinging to wood hemlock.
The method of taming the Scarlet Scorpion is not difficult, but it is highly dangerous. They are of medium size in scorpions and usually have a dark red color. When provoked, they appear as bright red as blood. The tail hook is highly poisonous.
Fortunately, this magical creature is a solitary animal, usually rely on the sap of wood hemlock and some smaller insects than it for food, favorite carrion bird eggs. Just crack the eggs and place them away from the hemlock, and they will soon be drawn out.
"Then you pinch the end of their tail hook so they don't have any strength, and then you scratch their belly," Avrora said, reaching for the scarlet scorpion that was happily licking the liquid from its shell. Severus Snape stopped her with his wand and handed her a pair of thick, old deerskin gloves.
Aurora froze for a moment. She looked up and saw his pale face, his eyes misty with mist, all she could hear was Severus Snape's words, still clear: "I suppose you're going to try to find out whether the Phantom is coming to Saint Mungo fast, or whether its toxins are acting fast? If I Were you, I wouldn't just grab it with my hands."
The girl nodded and put the gloves on her right hand. Then she realized that, of course, they were not the size of her own hands, but they did not look like they would fit Severus Snape's hands. Its original owner should be an adult female, slender fingers.
Before he could think of anything else, Avrora reached out and quickly grabbed the scarlet scorpion's tail hook, then scratched it on the belly. The Scorpion's body quickly changed from blood-red to dark red, and its two pincers swayed limply.
Aurora laid her dazed little one on top of her left hand for a moment, then she staggered to her feet, flicked her tail hook, and climbed up her arm and over her shoulder, he clamped his pincers in a demonstrative manner.
Severus Snape stuffed the parsley into a magic potion bag and turned to see the scarlet scorpion perched on Aurora's left shoulder and a wok dangling from the pricking edge of her right shoulder.
The Scorpion, obviously displeased with the young man who had snatched his hemlock, kept swinging his hook at him. Aurora looked at the scorpion and then at Severus Snape, making a reasonable guess. "Maybe it's a boy," she said
So the same sex repels each other.
The corners of Severus Snape's mouth twitched. "Am I happy for You or sad for you?""It should be happy from your point of view," Avrora replied with a chuckle.
"Let's go, and the dragonclaw," said Severus Snape calmly, glancing at the meek scarlet scorpion perched on her shoulder. "I hope that curare toad you meet later is also... A Boy."
Aurora just pursed her lips and shrugged at the long note, shaking the Teacup on her shoulder and the scorpion.
It was a eerie sight, and Severus Snape was sure that if someone else had been on top of the Scarlet Scorpion, they would have been lying on their back, or the parsley on the potion market would not have been sold for such a high price.
"Let's go." He glanced at the scorpion.
"Okay."
With the help of the scarlet scorpion, the process of finding the dragon claw flower is much faster, and this is a complete accident. When Aurora tried to approach the curare toad, he spat at her unceremoniously. Severus Snape knew how poisonous the curare toad was, and as he spat at Aurora, he quickly pulled the girl behind him, the Scarlet Scorpion on Aurora's shoulder was flung aside to catch the toad's spit.
In the next second, the infuriated Scarlet Scorpion turned blood-red all over. It leaped from the ground onto the center of the large flower disc of the Dragonclaw Flower, aimed its claws at the face of the curare toad, raised its claws, and slapped it.
The toad gave a strange cry and jumped away, covering his face with his sticky bright green webbed claws, staring at the red scorpion with his black eyes. The Scarlet Scorpion seemed to be in a state of agitation, and with a slap on the back of his hand, his tail hook was raised high and stinging with blood.
The curare toad reacted, adjusted its position, and spat out its black, venomous tongue at it, which was rattled by the scorpion's tail hook.
In short, this is a scarlet scorpion's complete victory, in both sides are full of poison, who fierce who reasonable. Then the toad squatted down beside him and bit by bit, with his little webbed claws, he helped the fierce scorpion to pick off its enzyme.
Aurora was stunned and officially announced her decision to name the heroic Scorpion Cranberry.
After Severus Snape collected the dragonclaw flowers, the corners of Aurora's mouth twitched. "I have to say, it's good to be a linguist sometimes. It's just curious what she thinks of the name."
"I don't think he'd mind, would he, Cranberry?" Aurora reached out to the Scarlet Scorpion, who quickly climbed up on top of her, leaning on the girl's shoulder with her tail hook dangling softly. After watching the battle, the tea roll quietly climbed over Aurora's head, not to mess with the new cranberry.
"What's the last thing you're looking for, Professor?"
"The tail whistle of a magical creature," Severus Snape said, looking deeper into the forest. The forest at night is very quiet, listening when you can hear the faint sound of the waves, from the edge of the forest cliffs under the sea.
The two men walked on for a while, across a narrow stream. There are a growing number of large, magical animals here, and some of the dodos that are thought to be extinct in the Muggle world-the wizards who became ornithopteryx-are still gathered and active in small numbers here, there are also eagle-eyed sika deer and brightly colored scavengers.
The bird is said to be able to mimic the last calls of dead animals after eating their decaying carcasses.
But apparently, none of these magical creatures are what Severus Snape was looking for. His attention was on the ground, and from time to time he would throw a spell or two into the grass with his wand, sending a swarm of black beetles scurrying about.
Aurora trailed behind him, suddenly regretting not having brought the small flashlight with her. Although the fluorescent flickering was good, and Severus Snape held the light gently above her head so that it did not irritate her eyes, every time the wand shook, a light was thrown upside down, looks very dizzy.
She rubbed her eyes and stepped back, accidentally stepping on something, looked down, like a ball of withered weeds. Aurora reached out to pick at the dead grass, only to discover that it didn't feel quite right to the touch, that it didn't feel like weed, it felt like...
Severus Snape turned to ask Aurora to keep walking. She saw the bundle around the girl's ankle and quickly stopped her. "Don't move," she said. "It's a snakeskin."
"... What? !" Aurora broke out in a cold sweat, feeling breathless. "What did you say it was?"
Severus Snape glanced at her. "Snakeskin. Let's go. We're close."
So... ? ... The last magical creature you're looking for is a snake ?! Aurora felt sick. A chill ran up her spine and over her head. She was shivering.
"You... you want a snake whistle? I mean, like a Rattlesnake?"
"No. There's a big difference between a mangulas sentry and a rattlesnake. I think Mr. Scamander should have made that very clear in his book."
Having said that, Severus Snape turned around and looked at the pale girl. She seemed to have realized something and raised her eyebrows. Her deep and pleasant voice was dragged by an unknown meaning. "Are you afraid of snakes?"
"Most people are afraid of snakes," Aurora mumbled, her eyes scanning the area in a wary panic. "Many of them are poisonous
"A lot of them aren't poisonous either," Severus Snape said, puncturing the lame excuse and pointing his wand at the Cranberries, "In fact, I think if you're so afraid of being poisoned by something so bad, you should be more afraid of it, shouldn't you? Do you not know the venom of the scarlet scorpion, or do you think it struck the poison toad gently?"
"... but they're too big."
"What about your coffee bean thestrals?"
"... but they have no legs."
Severus Snape opened her mouth and looked down at the struggling girl. "So I see you're having a good time eating fish?"
"... but they also like to form and stretch, and then form and stretch, and then form and stretch..."
"Maybe!" Severus Snape interrupted, her face sullen and rolling like an eternal black cloud over the English sky. "Would you faint in the kitchen if you saw someone kneading?"
Aurora Speechless (TV series) , it seems that the dean of the snake house was offended by the emblem of his college. Heaven and earth conscience, she is absolutely not, but simply to express the fear of the snake this creature.
She touched the tip of her nose and was about to explain herself when Severus Snape looked at her strangely and asked, "What's Wrong?"
"Nothing," he replied.
It was a red Mangoras Sentry, eyes bright purple, about the size of an ordinary bamboo leaf, long and supple, hanging from the branches above Aurora's head, spitting purple-black letters, she touched the tea roll lying on top of her head.
The creature caught hold of Aurora's hair as a cord and slithered to the end of it, shivering. The red snake watched curiously as the tea roll slid down, stretched out even further, and slid nothingness down Aurora's back.
As Severus Snape pulled Aurora behind him, he cast a spell that sent the red snake flying into a nearby clump of grass.
Soon, more hisses came from all around, red ribbons hanging from the dark green canopy, rolling up and spitting forked letters at them, it looks like layers of red curtains that have been blown open by the wind in dense ripples.
In this mind-numbing situation, it doesn't matter if the snakes are poisonous, because the sheer number of them is scary enough.
If it weren't for the circumstances, Aurora would have taken António de Oliveira Salazar's journal out of her backpack and smashed the snakes in the face with it. She couldn't remember if Nute's book had any record of magical creatures taming pure snakes, but even if it did, she didn't think she'd have the guts to go near them.
Birds and snakes don't count. At least they have a bit of a bird to cushion the blow.
The dream.
She gripped Severus Snape's robe tightly, sweating profusely, thinking only of the dream, which was filled with snakes of every color. She was beginning to wonder if she was still dreaming, not waking up at all.
While she was still in a daze, a bright red Dracula came tumbling down from the tree, right between Aurora and Severus Snape, and clung to her hand like a cold, blinding flame, pupils Bright Purple.
Aurora let out a shriek and backed away instinctively, swinging her arm to throw it away. When Severus Snape heard her cry, she turned her head. More snakes fell from the canopy overhead, and the sky was burning in the midst of them. Before long, the whole place was a bloody red.
Aurora reached for her wand, but then remembered that she had no right to use magic outside of school. Her terror had driven her out of the sea of fiery snakes and into the dark forest beyond.
"John Field, come back!" Severus Snape frowned as the slender figure scurried away, casting petrifying spells and hanging upside down to repel the red snakes that were already closing in on Aurora's surroundings.
But because magical creatures are naturally resistant to magic and grow as they grow in size and age, ordinary spells only work on young red snakes.
If it's a large, magical creature that's been around for hundreds of years, there's very little magic that can harm it.
Aurora ran along, the leaves and branches whipping at her. She gasped for air and couldn't see in the dark. Not knowing how far she had run, Aurora suddenly tripped over a fallen, half-decaying tree trunk and fell straight forward. The whole person sliding on the ground for a period of time rolled a few rounds, knees, calves and palms are all worn-out roll up the skin, blood-red, piercing pain.
There was a rustling sound from the grass, and the mangulas sentry was as fast as they had been told, and with little effort they caught up with the frightened little girl, red waves cut through the darkness like bloody blades, closing in on people lying on the ground.
"Don't come any closer. Don't come any closer!" Aurora said, trying to curl herself up into a ball. Blood was escaping from the cut on her calf, leaving a faint trail of blood on the ground. "Don't come any closer!"
Cranberries and tea rolls leapt from her shoulders and made a warning gesture as they washed up against the red snake tide around them.
"Don't come any closer... don't come any closer..." Aurora hugged herself and kept repeating the words, as if in hypnosis, oblivious to the fact that she was bleeding faster.
It's a dream, it's just a dream, wake up... This is a dream... ...
António de Oliveira Salazar's journal popped out of Aurora's canvas satchel, and then it popped open, the pages crackling and glowing green. Aurora looked up and heard a strange voice whispering in a language she didn't understand.
Perhaps unable to understand the words, Aurora focused more on the voice. It was the voice of a young man. It was between the mature and deep voice of a man and the clear and sharp voice of a young man. It was very pleasant to the ear, and it carried the softness and smoothness of a snake. It made one shiver in fear.
He did not seem to like to use force, and his voice was ethereal, as if it were the whispers of ghosts, and he was accustomed to trailing slightly at the end of sentences, but there is an invisible pressure because of the low pitch.
For Some Reason, Avrora shivered at the sound, feeling as if a lazy snake had licked his weak throat and cold sweat was running down his forehead.
Slowly, the snakes began to retreat, the diary also re-closed fly back to the bag, disappeared.
Not far away, a cloud of fluorescent lights was rapidly approaching. Pushing aside the low branches, Severus Snape saw Aurora sitting on the ground, her pale yellow t-shirt ripped from the hem of her navy-blue pants and her blood-stained calf.
His first reaction was that Aurora had been bitten by the Mangoras Sentry, and his face darkened. Fortunately, when Snape looked at her wound, he realized that it wasn't a bite, but a serious abrasion. Her blood color was normal, and there were no signs of poisoning.
Without the suppression of that voice, the sea of blood-like snakes gradually began to stir up. Aurora shivered and shouted, "Go away! All of you!"
The snakes hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether it was because of the influence of the voice or because it was too shrill. Eventually, they were frightened out of sight by Severus Snape's quick flings. Just also a bright red ocean, blink of an eye was the Black Forest re-engulfed not to find a shadow of the past.
Seeing the immediate effect, Aurora felt that there was a reason for the violence in the world. If only she had the speed to escape.
"Excuse me, professor..." Aurora wiped her face, his hands were covered in cold sweat. He tried to get up and put his backpack on his back, but unfortunately he kept slipping. His voice was weak and trembling, but it was useless even if he tried to suppress it. "I was too scared just now. I'm really sorry."
At the end, Avrora shuts up, because she finds her voice out of tune and wailing in a wimpy way.
Severus Snape pursed her lips unhappily. She wanted to ask her about the strange voice she had heard, but she looked at the girl who could barely stand up, eventually she gave up asking, "Save it for yourself."
As he spoke, he crouched down to check on Aurora. His hands were cold as if he had just fished them out of the ice, and Aurora Shivered.
"Still moving. Better than I thought."
The smell in the forest was stifling, thick and earthy, mingled with the smell of rotting branches and leaves, and a faint, nauseating, tense smell of snakes. When Severus Snape smelled the familiar, bitter potion in her nose, Aurora's eyes welled up and she looked away.
She prayed to herself to think of something else, or to find something to distract her attention. The tears fell from her eyes and she couldn't stop them.
This is not right, she is not in danger now, there is no need to cry. The wound hurt, but that wasn't the main reason. She just couldn't control it. It was as if her body and mind were completely out of sync. The more she told herself not to cry, the faster the tears fell.
Severus Snape looked up to see Aurora tilting her head away from her face. Her thin shoulders trembled slightly. She whimpered. He frowned, feeling inexplicably annoyed, and forgetting half of what he had just said made it all the more irritating.
But it was he who had brought her to this place, and though he had no idea Aurora was so afraid of snakes, he was largely to blame.
"Don't Cry," he said, handing out a handkerchief that he had intended to bandage her wound.
Aurora paused for a moment, then took the phone and wiped her tears. "Thank you."
Then neither of them spoke again. "Do you regret it?" Severus Snape asked dryly, as Aurora stared into the darkness. "No... It's just..." she thought for a moment, finally honestly replied, "I'm a little hungry."
She was telling the truth. She hadn't had supper, and she had been walking and running in the forest for so long that she was starving.
Severus Snape, ...
So you really can't expect a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff to talk on the same channel. They'll never get their attention together, and each will think the other's brain is weird.