[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Short serving instructions:

When, for some inexplicable reason, Severus Snape did not recognize Tahlia Watson, maybe everything would be different, or maybe, there would be all kinds of unexplainable situations...

All the above content has nothing to do with the main text, and any plots are just imagination, and the experience of the heroine in each situation is of course different. The conclusion is that this is just an irresponsible side story, purely for entertainment.

Special warning:

Do not take if the heart is not big enough!



Situation [-]: The stuttering of the little mouse!I am not stupid!

"Tahlia."

"Ok?"

Peter cautiously followed Tahlia, and it was rare for the two of them to take such a leisurely walk in the moonlight.

The current atmosphere is definitely suitable for what he is expected to say later!

He said it silently a few more times in his heart, and then he didn't forget to cheer himself up. Finally, he asked the sentence he had been thinking about for many years in one go. "Tahlia, will you marry me?"

"No." Tahlia answered so quickly that he forgot all the lines he had planned, and he also returned to the stuttering look he had a long time ago.

"You...you don't agree—if you don't marry me, what will I do in the future?" He said anxiously with a sad face, and he was completely incoherent in the end. "You...I—I want to marry you—no, I want to marry you..."

Tahlia giggled.

"Wh-what?" Peter was completely confused, looking at Tahlia with his head tilted.It seems completely impossible to understand when and what he did to make her laugh again.

Tahlia lightly branded a kiss on Peter's cheek, and then said to the cute man who was stunned by her action for a moment. "Well, for your poor sake, I promise you."

"I promise to marry you, Mr. Pettigrew."

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Situation [-]: The joy of the celebrity book signing event!I am handsome!

"Tahlia, let me tell you—"

"Are you going to attend another book signing tomorrow?" Tahlia reluctantly put down the book with a big handsome face printed on the cover, and interrupted her husband.

That's right, what she's holding now is a book written by his husband, Gilderoy Lockhart, the man who won the Witch Weekly's most charming smile for three consecutive weeks.

To be honest, it's really a pretty good novel.

"Do you know what that means?" Lockhart didn't show any dismay at Tahlia's obvious disapproval, but continued to dance excitedly. "My fans have a chance to see me again—"

"If you love your...fans so much, why don't you go and be with them?" Tahlia rolled her eyes, and Merlin told her, why did she think that the stupid, yelling all day long in school Cute naive schoolboy who wants to do something great?

Probably because his smile is too bright──

Lockhart finally realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly stepped forward and comforted Tahlia with a good voice. "I was wrong, Tahlia... I swear I only love you! Those fans..." There was a pause, racking his brains. "Those fans... oh! They're not important!" As he spoke, he put on his standard perfect smile again, and his teeth were indeed white enough to almost blind Tahlia's eyes. "Look, those so-called fans don't have the privilege of being the heroine of my book—"

"Speaking of which." Tahlia closed the book on her stomach, shaking it in front of Lockhart. "What do you mean by describing me so sadly in it?" As he spoke, he opened it and turned to a certain page at random, and began to recite on purpose. "Ah! I would give up the whole world just to get a kiss from you..." She raised one eyebrow with a half-smile. "So that's the image of me in your heart?"

"No no no!" Lockhart snatched the book and threw it aside, flatteringly. "Don't believe that sleazy stuff, I wouldn't write like that if it weren't for someone wanting to read it..."

Tahlia finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud. "So what do you think I'll say? To get a...kiss from you?"

Lockhart froze for a moment, then smiled. "You don't need to say anything." As he said, he leaned forward and kissed Tahlia directly on the lips before continuing to speak.

"You can have the whole world, and I am willing to give you everything I have."

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Situation Nine: Top of the Unexpected Ministry of Magic!I thank you!

In fact, gossip among colleagues has always been normal, even in the Ministry of Magic, which represents the highest power center in the magic world.And this situation climbed to the highest point directly after the announcement of the successor of the Minister of Magic.

"Have you heard? The new Minister of Magic candidate?"

"Of course, but who would have thought..."

"Yeah, who would have thought it would be that Fudge—"

"I thought it must be Dumbledore... Come to think of it, he is definitely the most suitable person for this position──"

Cornelius Fudge has been listening to these gossips all day long. At first he still felt embarrassed, but later, he found that he can face these former colleagues very freely──

So, when he heard these conversations that were obviously about him through the door, he didn't pay much attention to it. He pushed the door open and coughed lightly.

"Cough cough..."

"Ah, Minister, good afternoon." Seeing Fudge walk in, several people immediately stopped talking in a panic and returned to their respective seats, pretending to be busy fiddling with some documents.

Fudge didn't say anything, what else could he say, even he himself wondered how the end result would be like this... Putting on a smile, he walked quickly to his office further inside.

There was already a woman waiting inside, and after Fudge opened the door, the smirk on his face involuntarily turned into a sincere one. "Tahlia," he said, continuing after the woman looked up from the couch. "Waiting for a long time?"

"No, it's about the same time as those people outside are talking about you..." Tahlia smiled and stood up slowly.

"Don't hurt me..." Fudge patted his head. "I think that there will be such a result, and a large part of it is your credit—"

"It's nothing." Tahlia interrupted Fudge with a raised hand. "You do have that ability... What's more, Dumbledore himself has stated many times that he has no interest in the position of Minister of Magic." There was a short pause. "So, I was very sure before that this position is yours."

"If those people outside think the same way..." Fudge smiled helplessly.

"Okay, you should be happy..." Tahlia laughed. "Go outside to celebrate or something, anyway, don't stay in the office, Mr. Future Minister."

"Funny, Tahlia," Fudge snapped back.

Tahlia continued to laugh a few more times before waving. "Okay, I still have some speeches to prepare, your inauguration will be in a few days, I think I still have a lot to do—"

Fudge nodded, agreeing. "Okay, go get busy..."

For a moment, Fudge was left alone in the office.

I saw him sitting blankly behind the desk, silent for a while, just staring blankly at a point in the air──

Will she accept it?

Fudge felt anxious right now, even though he'd been planning this for a long time—

Slowly opened the first drawer on the right.

There were several documents inside, but none of them were what he wanted to take... On top of those documents, there was a small dark red, square box.

It's not that hard, he can do it... yes, but it's not that hard to propose at the celebratory dinner after the inauguration, is it?

But she'll take it, right?

His fingers unconsciously caressed the small box over and over again. Fudge kept thinking, kept imagining Tahlia's reaction.

She always supports him.

Whether in school or after graduation.

She always believed that he had his unique advantages.

That's right...she'll take it.

He smiled and held the box tightly.

She will take it.

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Situation [-]: The wrath of the jealous manager!I don't hate you!

He hates these students.

Always making the castle dirty, and waving that stupid wooden stick to show off in front of him all day long, as if mocking him...

Argus Filtch grumbled as he lifted a piece of armor that had been magically knocked down by some bastard.

Yes, they were just laughing at his inability to use magic──

"Wingardium Leviosa."

What?

Filtch watched in astonishment that the armor that had been stubbornly falling down on the corridor no matter how much strength he had in history, floated up steadily after such a spell, and then was erected back to its original position smoothly.

Involuntarily looking in the direction of the voice, I found that it was a student...

And she's a female student!

He doesn't need the ostentatious help of these magical kids, and he doesn't need anyone, any magic—

"Thank you."

Damn why he couldn't say anything after seeing the student's obviously caring eyes after he saw the series of complaints, and the words turned into a dry thank you.

"Well, you worked hard too, Mr. Filtch." The female student said politely. "I've seen this armor fall on the ground many times, it seems that he just likes to lie like this—" After speaking, the armor that had just been straightened seemed to confirm this sentence, and rushed forward again abruptly On the ground, the echo of the sound of metal colliding with the floor in this corridor seemed to be amplified infinitely.

"...Wingardium Leviosa." The female student smiled helplessly, and then chanted the spell again, but this time, after the armor was refloated, she turned her head, raised the corners of her mouth at Filtch, and said a little mischievously. "Don't tell the professors..." Then, turning around, he glared at the armor and said a spell that Filtch had never heard before.

I saw that the armor was suddenly covered in some dazzling white light, and after a while, the light gradually disappeared.

"What... what did you do?" Filtch asked, swallowing.

He should have dragged the female student to his office right away, he could ignore her first spell in the corridor, after all, it did help him a lot, but one after another in front of his face──

"... No magic is allowed in the corridor──" He rarely spit out this sentence without convincing at all.

"This armor won't fall down again, Mr. Filtch..." The female student quickly put away her wand and winked at Filtch. "As for casting magic... as long as you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, no one will know—"

"Yes-"

Filtch didn't know what happened to him today, as usual, he wouldn't care about the reasons of these students, he would never let go of any opportunity to punish students... But today──

"I won't tell." The damn thing must be the sour-smelling ham this morning.

"Thank you." The female student smiled again, then turned around and started to leave.

"and many more!"

Before Filtch could react, he had already shouted to stop the female student who was about to leave.But after she turned her head and looked at him in confusion, he didn't know what he wanted to say for a moment.

"What's your name?" Finally, he asked this sentence.

"Oh, my name is Watson." The female student smiled brightly. "Tahlia Watson."

"Tahlia Watson..." Filtch murmured a few times, and then realized that the female student had already gone far away. He quickly recovered and left the place with big strides. Before leaving, he caught a glimpse of the armor that seemed to be shaking , but like she said before, it didn't fall down again.

Is Tahlia...

Filtch read it silently again, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly when he didn't notice.

He still hates students.

But-

Hmm... Maybe Tahlia doesn't count among the students he hates...

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Situation [-]: An unexpected accident without warning!I wanted to meet you!

I don't know what happened that day, the atmosphere in the teacher's lounge was unusually lively.

In Filius Flitwick's impression, he has never seen so many professors staying here at the same time. In the past, everyone just sat down and left, but today is different.

Maybe it was getting late, and everyone happened to have nothing special to deal with today, so the professors staying here began to chat casually.

Horace even went to fetch the good wine that he had treasured for a long time, declaring that this rare good time must have such a good object to add to the fun.

In fact, Flitwick knows that the professors get along well, but they are usually busy with their own business, and there is no time to gather together to drink and chat like this now──

"I don't plan to have anyone else... Horace," McGonagall said grumpily with a small belch. "At this age—"

"You're not as old as me..." Slughorn chuckled, and then his eyes fell on Flitwick. "What about you, Filius? Have someone on your mind?"

Flitwick had just taken a sip of his wine and almost spit out the liquid in his mouth because of this question. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"I do care about you—" Slughorn said matter-of-factly. "In my eyes, you are all young and energetic youngsters. I think back when you and Minerva were still in school──"

"I don't have a date, Horace." Flitwick interrupted Slughorn hastily, and his voice became much higher than usual under the urgency. "It should be said, which woman would like my blood—" he also said To be euphemistic, he is a half-breed, not a half-breed between wizards and Muggles in the traditional sense, but wizards and goblins...

These days, he is often made fun of because of his short stature──

"I think Flitwick is a very good person." A voice came, and Flitwick turned around in surprise. After a look, he found that the lounge door had been pushed open at some time, and Tahlia Watson, their new teacher this semester The ancient rune professor was standing at the door, smiling.

"Ah, Tahlia... came just in time—" Slughorn saw that someone joined, and quickly called Tahlia to come and sit down, while earnestly getting her a small glass of wine. "Come and taste..."

"Thank you." Tahlia nodded and took a sip of her drink before continuing. "Right? Professor Flitwick? You're the best professor I've ever met—"

"W-what?" Flitwick was still a little dazed, and what Tahlia said after that didn't enter his mind at all.

Tahlia chuckled out loud. "I said—" This time, Flitwick finally regained his composure a little bit, and was able to hear what she said clearly. "You are very kind and capable. There is no student who doesn't like you. I think if you ask anyone, they will give you this answer." After speaking, the smile became brighter.

Flitwick opened his mouth slightly uncontrollably, completely dazed for the first time in his life.

These words, he had never heard anyone say to him like this in his life, which made him instantly have a deeper impression on Tahlia.After all, he only regarded her as one of his brilliant students before, even though she performed well enough to allow Dumbledore to make an exception for her to stay in school to teach after she graduated, he didn't go any further to chat with her Chance.

Perhaps, after this day, he should occasionally step out of his office to communicate more with other professors in the school...

"Thank you, Tahlia." Thinking, he finally came to his senses and nodded.And secretly made a decision──

This exchange plan was decided to start with Tahlia.

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Situation [-]: The unstuttered true feelings of the House of Sadness!I want to accompany you!

"why?"

Quirrell opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to see the woman's face in sight.He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"why?"

He smiled, but the pain seemed to explode in his head from the tiny tugging of the muscle.

"Why did you do this?" The woman, no, it should be Tahlia Watson asked again, Quirrell knew that he should be lying in her arms now, as for why-

"Why did you agree to let that man—" Tahlia cried out, but the words disappeared into thin air.

Yeah, why did he agree?

There are many ways for the Dark Lord to sneak into the school, but it doesn't have to be through his body, is it?

"Speak, Quirinus!" Tahlia yelled anxiously, waving her wand frantically in an attempt to stop the blood gushing out of his barely intact body. "Talk to me... remember? You never stutter to me!"

"I…" Quirrell opened his mouth again, barely able to utter a word this time.

"I'm listening—" Tahlia was ecstatic, as if he had uttered a syllable to make her think that his situation might be salvaged, but when she found that his mouth was open again but could not make a sound, she fell into anxiety again, relieved. Slowly bent down. "Talk to me, don't stop... I beg you..."

But he knows he can't.

It seemed like he'd let her down constantly since they'd known each other.

Whether it was in school or after graduation, he always failed to meet her expectations.

She said, Quirinus, let's get married after graduation...he couldn't.

She said, Quirinus, go on a trip when it's over...he couldn't.

She said, Quirinus, please don't get all in...he couldn't.

Finally she said, Quirinus, don't die...

He still couldn't do it.

"Tah..." But at least, before he died, he had to accomplish this, something he had never done before because of his cowardice. "Tahlia..." He struggled to utter a word, trying to ignore the rusty taste gushing from the depths of his throat, but at the same time, he knew that his vitality was rapidly draining, and he had to seize the last chance.

"Quirinus?"

Quirrell took a deep breath, swallowed the liquid that had already gushed back into his stomach, and tried to find the remaining strength──

"I...I love you, Tah...Tahlia."

forever.

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Situation Thirteen: The Shining Vow of the Most Beautiful Man!My family is rich!

"I said, Tahlia..." The blond-haired man threw his arms around his so-called wife from behind. "Who should we invite to our wedding?"

"Anyone is fine." Tahlia didn't react at all to the fact that the man was almost clinging to her body, and only said calmly. "Anyway, this wedding is just a formality──"

"I'm so sorry for you to say that." Lucius complained dissatisfied. "Why is our wedding just a formality..."

"Otherwise?" Tahlia turned around abruptly, Lucius was taken aback by his aura, but his reaction entertained the woman who was planning to be serious, making her laugh unconsciously. "I thought our actual wedding was two years ago..." And tomorrow's one, at best, was a courtesy invitation to some political elders because of the Malfoy name.

Lucius smiled, thought for a moment, then lowered his head to Tahlia's ear. "But tomorrow is your official first day as Mrs. Malfoy - how do you say we... celebrate?" the tone was deliberately drawn out, and it was as ambiguous as it could be.

Tahlia's entire face turned red to the ears, and she pushed Lucius away in embarrassment. "Say it again, I'm moving home now—"

"Then how can it work?" Lucius pretended to be regretful, and while ignoring Tahlia's actions just now, he took another step forward, and his hands returned to her waist again and wrapped them tightly. "I expect you to bring me a Malfoy baby every day..."

"Lucius Malfoy!"