[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Nigel had no idea what the people outside were saying, maybe Tahlia had done something on purpose, he just couldn't hear the voices outside.

But he really wanted to know why those two came here to talk to Tahlia...

No, he stays in the room very well, if he is not obedient, maybe Tahlia will be angry one day, so she won't want him!

But...it's been such a long time...maybe the outsiders have finished talking?

Thinking about it, Nigel jumped off his little bed, tiptoed to the door, and carefully opened the door a little—

"I trust you, Tahlia...whether you believe it or not—I do trust you right now."

Nigel frowned slightly, staring inexplicably at the door that was closed by Snape's last words.

Tahlia doesn't need to believe in darkness! Tahlia had him believe enough...

"Tahlia?"

Nigel called out, and after confirming that there were no outsiders outside, he happily walked out of the small room and came to Tahlia's side.

"Tahlia?"

"What?" Tahlia turned her head and answered absently.

Nigel pouted. "Tahlia is thinking about complicated issues again, isn't she? You always have this expression after talking to you in the dark..."

Tahlia froze for a moment. "I don't have any expression---"

"Of course!" Nigel nodded vigorously and said loudly. "Your expression just now seemed to be in a daze, but it didn't seem to be..."

Tahlia chuckled out loud. "Why do I seem to be in a daze and I don't seem to be in a daze... Nigel, a daze is a daze, and if I'm not in a daze, I'm not in a daze. How can you describe it like this──"

"But I think that's the expression you have..." Nigel said, as he stepped on the sofa and sat down neatly. "Oh, why did he say he believed you?"

"I'm not him, how could I know?" Tahlia replied casually. "But it doesn't matter, whether others believe me or not, it's enough for you to believe me, right?"

"Of course!" Nigel nodded harder this time.He already knew this!He will always trust Tahlia!From now on, it's enough for him to protect Tahlia alone!

No one else is needed!Especially that dark-faced person who looks so disgusting and fierce.

Tahlia smiled. "Okay, it's not important at all..." After a while, he suddenly grabbed Nigel and placed it on his lap, poking his nose. "By the way, don't you tell me what you talked to those Gryffindors today?"

"Ah!" Nigel seemed to enjoy Tahlia's affection for him, and his expression was full of joy. "I was going to tell you just now... but before I could say that you wanted me in the room—"

"Then you talk now," Tahlia said. "I'll listen carefully..."

Nigel gave a small cheer, and then began to tell Tahlia all the interesting things he had encountered while eating at the long table in Gryffindor.

"And a sister!" Nigel said while waving his hands. "She seems to want to know Tahlia very much, and keeps asking me about you..."

"Hmm...let me guess..." Tahlia tried to remember the name of the new Gryffindor who seemed to be watching her secretly in the hall just now. "I remember...Granger?"

"Yes!" Nigel clapped his hands vigorously. "The sister said her name was Hermione..." After a short pause, he suddenly became cautious and spoke. "Is she... is she a good person?"

"I don't know that, Nigel." Tahlia smiled. "Didn't I tell you that now you have to judge for yourself? If you think she is a good person, then she is a good person. If you think she is not good, then keep a distance from her—" He couldn't help but reached out and touched Nigel detangled hair. "What do you say?"

Nigel frowned and thought for a moment before looking up. "I think she's a nice person..." Hermione knew as much as Harry, and Harry seemed to have a good time chatting with her - most importantly, he didn't think he hated her at all.

"Then I agree with you." Tahlia nodded in satisfaction. "Don't come to me and cry when you're bullied──"

"No way!" Nigel retorted. "Hermione doesn't bully!"

"Oh?" Tahlia raised an eyebrow deliberately. "So sure?"

Nigel nodded happily, and the next second, the movement suddenly stopped, and then, he yawned uncontrollably.

"Want to sleep?" Tahlia looked at Nigel who had already started rubbing his eyes with a funny face, and then looked up at the clock on the wall. "That's right, look...it's already past nine o'clock—" He gently picked up the child on his lap and let him stand on the ground. "You should go to bed, let's talk about other fun things tomorrow."

Nigel also looked at the clock and realized that it was really time for him to go to bed. He nodded again, said good night to Tahlia, and walked slowly towards the small room inside.

Tahlia stared at Nigel's back until the door was closed and she didn't look away.

For some reason, she was suddenly curious about which college Nigel would be sorted into after entering school.

Harry went to Gryffindor, just like James and Lily, which wasn't too surprising, but it didn't seem entirely so.

She knew that he had been working hard, and she hadn't planned to tell him the whole truth when he was so young, she was afraid that it would directly ruin a child's life──even though Harry's Families were indeed broken because of Voldemort.

But she eventually spoke up.

Harry had always been curious about what had caused his parents to die, and not long after he had learned to read, he stumbled upon Mr. Malfoy's diary that Tahlia had always carried with him.

She still clearly remembers the expression on her face when Harry held the diary and asked her in tears if it was the person in the diary who killed his parents, that was definitely her in these days Now comes the most shocking moment.

After that, everything he did was for one purpose, which was to avenge his parents.

Not because he was the prophesied child destined to kill the Dark Lord, but because he was the son of Lily and James.

Perhaps from this point of view, Harry also has some Slytherin qualities.

Maybe that's why Harry took so long in sorting.

But what about Nigel?

Tahlia found that she could only be sure that Nigel would never go to Gryffindor, even if Harry, whom he adored, was sorted there—

Shake your head.

What is she thinking now... She still looks forward to the future like this.She wasn't even sure if she could live to that time, so what qualifications did she have to think about these futures...

Only one thing.

She will definitely keep Nigel alive and well.To do this, only she succeeded in killing Voldemort.

Everything depends on the potion that Snape is about to research──

and many more!

Potions...

Potions can do many things, many things that spells cannot.

Tahlia stood up quickly, walked out of the office without hesitation, turned left, and headed for the hallway she hadn't set foot in all these years.

She did not realize this until she had come to the closed door.

The hand that was about to knock on the door suddenly stopped in mid-air.

She suddenly didn't know whether she should knock on the door...

But she didn't have the chance to continue to hesitate, because the next second, the door was pulled back abruptly, and while the man in the black robe opened the door, his wand was also facing the person outside the door──

"...Tahlia?" Snape was taken aback when he saw who was coming, and then he followed Tahlia's gaze back to the wand in his hand, put his hand down quickly, and said in a low voice. "What are you doing here?" He almost thought it was that guy Quirrell who touched the cordon outside the door...

"I..." Tahlia was also stunned for a moment, and it took a while to recover. "...I want to talk to you about something──" His eyes beckoned Snape to let her into his office first.

Not long after, the two sat down face to face again, but this time the owner of the room changed.

"You have something to discuss with me?" Snape felt that this matter was very important, otherwise Tahlia would not have come to him after they had just finished a conversation, especially since she really hadn't come here for a long time... …

Tahlia nods. "I think, to get rid of Voldemort 100%, there is one thing that only you can do..."

"I?"

"Poison, Snape." Tahlia said slowly, each word clearly. "I need you to turn that potion that would have allowed Voldemort to regain his body and return to his prime into a poison that would restore him briefly, but ultimately kill him."

Snape opened his mouth slightly involuntarily.

"Voldemort would never have thought of...Snape." The corners of Tahlia's mouth curled up. "Think about it, when he thought he had made a successful comeback, he was poisoned and died not long after... Although it is not the way I imagined he should suffer, as long as he can be eliminated... that's enough."

Snape frowned.

"I think you should be able to do it, shouldn't you?" Tahlia continued persuasively, noticing Snape's expression. "As far as I'm concerned, I've never met anyone better than you in potions..."

Snape's brow was still furrowed. "This has a certain degree of difficulty..." After a pause, he continued. "That's right, I am sure to fulfill the order of the Dark Lord and research the potion he wants... I also know that there are quite a few potions that can kill a person completely with just a drop of the potion---the problem is..." He stared straight at Tahlia for so long that Tahlia looked away uncomfortably. "Tahlia...I can't assure you that I will be able to combine the two perfectly...to make the Dark Lord completely unaware that he has regained his power, and to poison him to death afterwards—" There was another pause A little while. "Considering that the effects of these two potions are completely... contradictory, mixing them—"

"But you can do it, right?" Tahlia continued.

Snape shut his mouth.

"Of course I understand how difficult it is to mix two potions with completely opposite effects. Usually, this will only lead to one result, that is, the effects of the two will cancel each other out, and finally become a pot of soup with no use at all... But You're different." Tahlia looked a little agitated after she said that, and there was an energy in her tone that Snape hadn't seen for a long time. "I know you have the ability to mix them and still retain the original two effects..."

Snape froze for a moment, not knowing what to say in reply.

Just a few short words made him feel like Tahlia trusted him...Is that so?Can he still think like this?

"Snape?"

Tahlia's voice came into his ears again, he came back to his senses and found that Tahlia's brows were already furrowed.

"Huh?" But he only made a completely meaningless sound...

"You said we had to trust each other..." Snape noticed that Tahlia wasn't looking away again this time, but was looking straight at himself. "You're right, we should really do this now—"

Snape said nothing, waiting for Tahlia to speak again.

"I trust your abilities, Snape," she said. "And you?"

What about him?

To be honest, Snape wasn't sure if it would even work...but Tahlia's words kept lingering in his head...

Maybe he can do it, can't he?

No, it should be said that he must be able to...

Looking back firmly into Tahlia's eyes, Snape's hands on his knees subconsciously tightened his robe.

"I promise you, Tahlia."