Forbidden Forest

It rained until the afternoon, and the dark clouds in the sky had not yet completely dissipated, and the edge of the thick dark gray clouds was inlaid with a hazy golden light. In such a country that is soaked in rain and forest all year round, gray-green is the absolute main tone, and they silently and stubbornly surround Hogwarts in the mist and rain.

The children who were waiting for their first flying lesson crowded at the exit of the passage, tugging at the collar of their raincoats and looking up at the sky, observing the size and density of the raindrops that fell.

No wonder the whole Ravenclaw was staring at the sky for meditation in the morning, after all, the amount of rain was related to whether they were going to take flying lessons.

Aurora squatted by the steps, looking at the entire lead-grey sky reflected by the standing water on the ground. She didn't wear a rain hat, and the filament-like raindrops fell on the top of her hair, and more fell to the water on the ground, pulling away the circles of silver water marks and quickly smoothed out.

There were ten minutes before the official class, and the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors huddled together waiting to get the brooms for flying lessons. According to the prefect, many of the school's brooms have problems, but first-year students are not allowed to bring their own, so they can only collect them from the warehouse.

Aurora has never liked to argue with others for things, so she just squatted on the edge and waited for them to pick the rest before taking it. Vaux is not very motivated because he has a fear of heights that is more serious than the girl Aurora, and even if it is not because this is a required course, he will not come here at all.

Bill Weasley and Caroline seemed to be very interested in the class, and when they were gesturing with brooms, it really looked like that.

Soon, students from both colleges came to the lawn outside the school building to wait for class. The freshly soaked turf has the illusion of soft sagging, and the light green grass juice splashes over the edges of the children's rain boots.

The teacher of the flight lesson was Mrs. Huoqi. Her distinctive short gray hair and golden eyes were easily reminiscent of some kind of eagle.

The first flight class was as chaotic as the scene of a car accident. Except for a few students who could barely keep themselves from shaking, the rest of the students could not even control the direction. Vox didn't dare to open his eyes as long as his toes were 30 feet off the ground, and he grabbed the broom with both hands, so hard that his knuckles began to turn white.

Mrs. Hodge rebuked him over and over again not to use such force, the broom would be so unhappy that it would throw him off. It turned out that Mrs. Hodge was right, and Vaux fell without any suspense.

Aurora wasn't much better either, she could fly a little higher than Vaux, but her control was poor, and her broom seemed to be more afraid of heights than she was, shivering over fifty feet, and kept going. want to go down. She spent the entire class trying to keep a certain distance from Vaux, which was sensible, Merlin only knew what kind of tragic consequences two flying wastes collided with.

Unfortunately, Vaux's broom seemed to have a big opinion on him, and it took him on a rampage in mid-air. Bill tried to pull him but missed many times. Aurora finally found a high-level practice that both her and the broom could feel happy, and was knocked out by Vox in a blink of an eye. Bill quickly grabbed his roommate, but could only watch Aurora fall in the direction of the corridor with a horrified expression on his face.

"Order your broom to stop, Miss Field!" Mrs. Hodge yelled at Aurora, dodging a string of screaming Hufflepuffs, "You have to learn to control... oh, Merlin. !"

Aurora obviously failed to live up to Mrs. Hodge's high hopes, and flew out like an out-of-control cannon/bullet, knocking over a few Slytherins who had just come from the corner. The potion materials in the hands of the leading student were scattered on the ground in an instant, and a few slugs that were freed also flew out of the jar, sticking firmly to the portrait on the wall, slipping past. A sticky trail.

There were also some precious portraits that were shaken to the ground, and the glass shattered to the ground. This was a disaster like a nine-magnitude earthquake for the people in the portraits.

After her forehead slammed against the rough and hard wall, Aurora seemed to have lost all her five senses for half a minute, her ears buzzing and her eyes unable to see anything. Something warm and sticky slid down the skin and brow bone all the way to the lips, and Aurora stretched out a hand and wiped it in a daze, it was bright red and sticky.

"My God, what are you still doing! Get these disgusting things off my face!" The wig in the frame looked like her wig was going to be crooked, and she shrewdly stared at the edge of the frame. The slow-moving mollusk.

"How did you control the broom?! Don't you have eyes?" The Slytherin girl at the head was hit the hardest, with severe pain in the back of her head, dizziness, and the potion materials all over the floor made her want to put this silly girl on her back. The freshman on the ground was thrown into the black lake to calm down, "Hey, what about you! Did you hear that?!"

"I'm sorry." It took Aurora a little effort to fully see the anger on the other side's face, and then there was the mess of potion materials, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll help you pick it up, I'm really sorry."

"Aurora, are you all right... Oh my God! Vox ran over and pulled Aurora up, startled by the bloody look on her face, "Your head... I'll take you to the hospital! "

　　The other party was also speechless for a moment when he saw Aurora's head bleeding, but he immediately became manic again: "Hey, you guys just left, how can I explain to Professor Snape?!" "It's my fault, I'll go and explain it to Professor Snape, I'm really sorry." Aurora gradually slowed down in the noise, only to feel that the wound on her head hurt terribly, and her voice was a little shaky when she spoke.

　　"Looks like Hufflepuff can't wait to finish at the bottom this year." Another Slytherin girl standing next to them looked at them contemptuously, "You don't think it's okay to admit a mistake, do you?" "

　　"Get out of the way, let me see." Mrs. Hoochie pushed away the crowd around her, crouched down to examine Aurora's injuries carefully, and then said, "Okay, it's all dispersed, I'll take her to the hospital, and you all put the broom back on the ground for me, and no one is allowed to move." Otherwise I'll let his academy come out at the bottom this year! "

　　"Come on Aurora, let's go first." Mrs. Hoochie said, holding Aurora's shoulders.

　　"But those potions..."

　　"I knocked you down, I'll go explain it to Professor Snape." After Vaux finished speaking, a slug, out of nowhere, fell down on his shoulder, and a long slippery strip was quickly thrown away by him. Bill's expression looked indescribable even sympathetic.

　　At this time, I don't know who suddenly shouted "Dean", and the Slytherins immediately lined up neatly like cats that had been electrocuted. Aurora was startled, stopped and looked back, and sure enough, she saw their young Potions Master standing around the corner, her eyes sweeping over a magnificent scene on the ground, her face instantly darkened, and there was a thin anger brewing in her dark eyes.

　　Aurora felt that the young professor must have been highly accomplished in the art of blackface, and the splashing of paint was not as thorough as he did, from expressionless to gloomy and angry, almost without any foreshadowing. If it weren't for his strong control over his facial muscles, it would be that he had already used these two expressions to the point where he could switch at will.

　　Snape withdrew his gaze, dragging his tone to a very gloomy tone, "No one wants to explain why these potions that should have appeared in my office are now lying on the ground in such a posture?" "

　　"I knocked them down."

　　Snape narrowed his eyes slightly at the two freshmen who spoke almost at the same time, his gaze paused for half a second on Aurora's blood-covered face, and raised his eyebrows: "It can be imagined." So, it's conceivable that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff will each be deducted two points, right? "

　　As soon as the words fell, the last portrait that had struggled to hold on because of the serial crash just now also fell off the wall, hitting the only potion bottle that had not been damaged before. Now it's really all ruined.

　　The portrait wailed on the ground: "Merlin's socks, this white smell is terrible, who will pull me?!" "

　　The expression on Snape's face stiffened, and Aurora couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth when she heard this, but he keenly caught it: "Or do you prefer to patrol the Forbidden Forest at night?" Then go for it! "

　　After that, he waved his wand, and the potions and slugs on the ground all disappeared without a trace. Snape then quickly turned and walked away.

　　Madame Hooch sighed, "O Severus. She pulled Aurora in the direction of the hospital, "But don't worry, with Hagrid here, you won't have an accident in the Forbidden Forest." Of course, you have to be obedient enough. "

　　Madam Pomfrey of the hospital is a gentle and capable lady whose care for her patients makes it hard to believe that she is a Slytherin student from a long time ago. Despite her strict work, she was the only one in the hospital and Dumbledore was sometimes kicked out by her.

　　Prejudice is sometimes so strange, just as the gentle and considerate people of Slytherin are anecdotes, and Hufflepuff is seen by many as a house that collects waste straw bags.

　　After Madame Pomfrey healed Aurora's wounds, she carefully wiped the blood off her hands and face with a damp towel. She could have done it all with a cleaning charm, but she seemed happy to talk to Aurorado for a while.

　　"Look at your hair color, how beautiful, and these warm eyes." Madam Pomfrey said softly, as if looking through her at Aurora as if looking through her at another person, "I had a sister a long, long time ago who had the same hair color as yours." Faint and hazy as the faint sunshine, it was a pity that she died at a very young age, when she was not yet eight years old. "

　　"I'm sorry, ma'am."

　　Suddenly, Madam Pomfrey asked, "Is your last name Malfoy?" I've only seen Malfoys with such beautiful pale blond hair at Hogwarts before. It had become almost the most visible symbol of their family at the school outside of the Slytherin coat of arms. "

　　"My surname is Field, Aurora Field." Aurora shook her head and replied.

　　"Field?" Madam Pomfrey thought for a moment, "When I was a student, I knew a field. He was the best Ravenclaw student and had served as president of the Boys' Council. "

　　"I think that should be my father." Aurora said softly, "I have a vague impression of him, he is rarely at home, so I don't remember much what he looked like." But he was also a Ravenclaw student. Emond Field, right? "

　　Madame Pomfrey clapped her hands in surprise and looked at the girl in front of her more carefully: "Oh my God, you are his daughter?" I remember he had reddish-brown hair, and you must have followed your mother. "

"Yes, her hair color is slightly darker than mine."

　　"Are they okay?"

　　"It's all gone, ma'am. It was my father when I was seven and my mother when I was ten. "

　　Madam Pomfrey was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then sighed regretfully, reached out and gently touched Aurora's head: "You must miss them very much." "

　　"It's always been so." This sentence is very forgery, because Aurora has no memory of this body before she was six years old, and the only thing she misses is Marianne. As for the legendary father, she really didn't have any feelings.

　　"Well, I think your injuries are okay and you can go back to class." But remember to be careful next time you take a flying lesson. Every year, many students fall off flying brooms. "

　　"Thank you, ma'am."

　　...

　　It's raining again.

　　The continuous rain can arouse the most disturbing emotions in people's hearts, and the overly □□ weather is the best hotbed, and all unpleasant and negative psychology can be fermented to the maximum under such conditions, like a bunch of crazy and uncontrolled wet moss after being sprinkled with growth agents.

　　When Snape came out of the headmaster's room, he was greeted by the clear rain that filled the world, flying beads and jade jumping off the eaves and the ground. He had just been subjected to a routine check by someone from the Ministry of Magic, and ever since Dumbledore had released him on bail out of the Ministry and made him a senior position, people from the Ministry of Magic had come to him every three to five times, questioning this and that, and bothering him like a bunch of insane trolls.

　　To be honest, the group was poorly prepared, the interrogation logic was full of holes, and the questions asked made one wonder if their former induction officer was still alive. Snape sat in a chair in the headmaster's office, hands folded, expressionless and vaguely sarcastic as he answered every question.

　　He wasn't a pestering person, so when the uninteresting other person annoyed him quite uneasily, Snape's tone was noticeably less friendly—although his tone was not very kind at first, but when he began to get annoyed, the harsh meaning between the words gradually became apparent.

　　Whenever this happened, Dumbledore would always lift the lid and scratch the rim of the cup, occasionally lamenting that the tea Professor McGonagall had given him was really of high quality.

　　Snape had to tweak his wording.

　　So talking to stupid people is always the hardest, especially when ignorance and arrogance collide together, and that's a disaster.

　　Towards the end of the cross-examination, Dumbledore added at the right time, showing his absolute trust in Snape as a bailer and headmaster: "Professor Snape is here very well, and he will help the hospital make a lot of healing potions, which has helped Madam Pomfrey and our students a lot." "

　　"We are glad to hear you say this, Professor Dumbledore. We will come back to visit another day. "

　　"Anytime." Snape said dryly, without any emotion.

　　After getting rid of the trolls, he refused Dumbledore's invitation to tea and quickly walked from the headmaster's office to his office.

　　The ethereal melodious sound of music broke into his ears when he first came to the first floor and saw the rain curtain.

　　Like a harp but with a distinctly violin tone, the music is so leisurely and light that it is impossible not to pay attention, especially after a disgusting examination meeting, such beautiful and smooth music is undoubtedly the best relief to sweep away the gloom in the heart.

　　Snape glanced inadvertently in the direction where the music was wafting and saw the Hufflepuff freshman who had been hit on the head during his flying lesson that afternoon.

　　According to the logic of normal people, you should not sit on the swing in the garden in such rainy weather. Aurora didn't notice it was raining, holding a transparent umbrella, wrapped in a Hufflepuff House uniform bright yellow raincoat, sitting on the swing reading something like a letter, and the owl of unknown people was standing on her shoulder, like a faithful guard.

　　Dense and light raindrops tap dancing on Aurora's umbrella and rain boots, while the soothing sound of music was the blue stave flowing from the tip of her wand. One by one, delicate notes are placed in their place, and together they play a beautiful almost ethereal tune.

　　Her long hair hung down the sides of her cheeks, winding straight and quietly over her shoulders, condensed with clear raindrops of stars, and sporadic dark red blood stains that had not had time to wipe clean.

　　She sat on the swing and swayed in the heavy rain like a suntail flame about to fall into the clouds.

　　This is the only magic Aurora can currently know, taught to her by Siris Black before entering Hogwarts. Using magic to play the sheet music on the stationery, when she was envious of her childhood when she had no money to learn the piano, Cirith used this method to make Aurora happy every time.

　　The letter came from Remus Lupin, and the original score was written by Louis Spoel, and Aurora remembered that when Siris first performed this magic for himself, he used the musician's score.

　　Aurora read the letter through it, then hooked her feet together to loosen the support against the ground. The swing began to sway slowly, and large swathes of rain spilled from her umbrella like crystal flowers that shook to the ground.

　　The gorgeous movements of harp and violin have been completed and begin to enter the second cycle. Snape remembered that he should have gone back to the office, not here to listen to a rainy day playing by a freshman who smashed his potion. It's all because the people of the Ministry of Magic are getting more and more tricky, as if they won't give up if they don't capture him back.

　　Snape mockingly ticked the corners of his mouth, they couldn't have had such an opportunity.

　　At this moment, Vaux ran out of the hallway: "Aurora, we have to go see Hagrid."

"Let's go." Aurora waved her wand, the blue staves shattered, and the music disappeared.

They were going to find Hagrid and then go to the Forbidden Forest.