[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"The risk is too great, Tahlia."

Tahlia answered absently, and began to put the books on the table into her interspatial bag one by one.

"Tahlia."

"Ok?"

Snape stepped forward and grabbed Tahlia's arm.

"What are you doing?" Tahlia pulled her hand away quickly as if being burned, and glared at Snape.

"Did you hear what I said?" Snape said each word clearly. "I said, the idea of ​​combining Lucius with that Black guy is too risky."

"Did I hear you right?" Tahlia stepped back indistinctly, then grabbed a few more books and threw them into the bag. "Who suggested just now to steal a Portkey?"

Snape closed his mouth, his lips pursed and turned white.

"The relationship between Sirius and Lucius is absolutely comparable to that between you and James and others, Snape." Tahlia said after a pause. "Anyway, it's a way of getting along that quarrels soon after meeting. I want the two of them to quarrel for a short period of time. It is absolutely a very natural and simple thing." She put away the space bag. "Perhaps people in the Ministry of Magic are used to-"

"What if someone still stays in Auror's office?" Snape asked quietly. "Anyway, not everyone is that interested in watching other people argue..."

Tahlia was silent for a few seconds. "Then play it by ear," she said. "Maybe our luck won't be so bad──" He said, walking towards the door of the Room of Response.

"You shouldn't be so optimistic." Snape followed, walking down the hallway one after the other as Tahlia left the room. "Recently, our plans have not always been as smooth as we imagined──"

"Then you should get a bottle of Felix Felicis instead of blocking me here." Tahlia frowned and said casually.

She walked a few steps, and found that the person who was following behind didn't know when to stop, so she turned around in confusion. "What about you—"

"you're right."

"what?"

Snape stood a few meters behind Tahlia, motionless. "you're right."

"What did I say?" Tahlia looked puzzled, then suddenly realized. "Ah, you mean—"

"I think we do need that." Snape twitched his lips slightly. "Yeah, a little luck..."

"But that—but that stuff is hard to make!" Tahlia opened her mouth slightly, a little stunned. "All the materials in it are very rare, and the cooking time needs to be very precise... What's more, if it fails, that thing will be a disaster—it will ruin all our efforts—" Then I thought maybe this It was not that difficult for the person in front of him, so he kept his mouth shut.

"So, as long as I successfully brew it, the problem will be solved, am I right?" Snape took a few steps forward, standing in front of Tahlia, looking down at her. "I have to ask you to trust me again. You said before that you can trust my potion ability."

Tahlia swallowed a few mouthfuls, still looking up at Snape in a daze.

"Believe me."

"Merlin..." Tahlia murmured, looking away. "We must be crazy, right? With Felicia—" She looked up again. "You know I was just joking, right? You really believe in this... luck thing?"

"I do." Snape nodded slowly. "Remember Slughorn in our first Potions class in sixth year?"

Tahlia blinked. "You've got that." Of course, when it comes to potions, Tahlia had never met a more gifted person than Snape, and he'd certainly got the bottle from Slughorn as a reward.

Snape nodded. "Whether you believe it or not, the effects of that potion are real."

"You're saying that to mean you've already used it?" Tahlia glanced at Snape.

"I don't deny it." Snape suddenly realized that he seemed to have started an inappropriate topic. He did use it, and when he thought he should plead for Lily's life, he drank it all... Maybe that's why Voldemort didn't The reason why he killed him in a fit of rage but still believed his nonsense lies later──but obviously he must not mention it to Tahlia at this time. "...It's not very important. The important thing is that at least we know that the potion is as effective as what he recorded."

"Yeah." Tahlia turned her head, didn't say anything else, and continued to walk forward, while Snape subconsciously maintained the same speed to keep up.

"What have you been doing?" Tahlia stopped again, turned her head, and frowned. "You have nothing else to do?" and then walked on. "I don't remember asking you to dinner, Snape."

Snape stopped abruptly.

"I'll contact you again if I have something to do." Tahlia said, and left quickly, but this time, she didn't look back. "Good night." The only words left echoed down the corridor and drifted faintly into Snape's ears.

And Snape didn't continue to catch up, watching Tahlia turn the corner at the end of the corridor and disappear, falling silent.

Lucius Malfoy was having a terrible headache right now.

He frowned, and although he held a teacup in his hand, the rim of the cup never touched his lips even once from the beginning to the end. "Sorry, I still don't understand what you mean, can you say it again?" He looked at a man and a woman sitting on the opposite sofa with a headache.

Merlin knew that he only felt comfortable physically and mentally a few minutes ago, and before he had time to sigh the beauty of the morning, these two... honored guests came to his living room—the kind that appeared without warning.

"It's actually very simple." The brunette smiled, and ate the small cake on the small plate in front of her with a relaxed expression. "We're going to sneak into the Ministry of Magic and steal something, and you... just need to show up there, show off for a while, say you're doing a good job of donating to Auror department or something—" Lucius scowled. "Don't worry, Lucius...you don't need to delay long, just make sure no one is there when we sneak in."

Lucius' face darkened even more.

"Tahlia." He smiled stiffly. "I—"

"Sirius will assist you." Tahlia interrupted Lucius abruptly, causing him to freeze instantly, the teacup in his hand trembled, and the liquid in it almost didn't come out.

But he immediately regained his composure, slowly and naturally put down the cup in his hand, and put on a standard and perfect smile. "Sorry, I just heard...who?"

Tahlia returned a broad smile. "Of course it's Sirius Black, I've informed him and he's agreed—"

"Wait, Tahlia..." Lucius' face was black. "It's not that I don't want to promise you, but you want me and... Sirius Black? The least Black guy in the Black family, the one who always wants to catch me despite being related to Cici──You want me to cooperate with him ?” He shook his head. "Even if I'm going to donate to the Auror department, we'll just quarrel very quickly when we meet."

"Oh, Lucius..." Tahlia laughed suddenly. "I always thought you had a quick mind—"

Lucius coughed violently and glared at Tahlia hard.

"I think what Tahlia means is that we just need the two of you to fight." At this moment, Snape, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, and Lucius almost thought he was here to eat and drink.

"I didn't know you were still here, Seveurs," he replied lazily, before turning back and continuing to address Tahlia. "You need me to argue with him?"

"You guys don't get along very well anyway, do you?" Tahlia said with a mischievous smile. "Think about it, you appear as a patron, but you are met with disdainful and vicious remarks from a colleague in the ministry. If you two disagree..." She suppressed her smile, coughed lightly, and continued . "I think, maybe everyone's attention will be attracted by you, maybe—"

Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"I mean..." Tahlia coughed softly. "Only you can do this—please?"

"That being said, you actually didn't intend to let me refuse at all, did you?" Lucius said angrily.

Tahlia chuckled. "I do think so." There was a pause. "Will you refuse?"

"What else can I say?" Lucius picked up the teacup again, leaned back in the chair, and this time he was finally able to drink the tea in the cup. "You know... I've always thought I was quite a gifted actor—"

"You are." Tahlia curled her lips. "I trust you a lot."

"Come on." Lucius unconsciously moved his body back even though he was already leaning back on the chair. "I've suddenly started regretting that I talked to you when we were still in school—"

"Sorry, it's too late." Tahlia took another bite of the cake. "If I had to say... we're in the same boat after all, Lucius—" with a mischievous smile. "And we can just... try not to dwell on that?"

Lucius glared at Tahlia sullenly.

He didn't want her to pay back what he had said to her before.

"Although I agreed." In the end, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and gave Tahlia a non-destructive look. "I still have to state that if Mr. Black didn't have the slightest bit of self-control, I wouldn't be able to let him go any further—"

"I must remember to tell him."

Lucius nodded lightly, and Tahlia stood up slowly. The cakes on the small plates on the table had already been eaten up. In fact, she also stopped by to enjoy breakfast. The desserts in Malfoy Manor are really delicious. good. "Then I'm going first, I still have something to do."

Lucius waved his hand casually, signaling Tahlia to leave on his own. Anyway, his family seemed to have opened up to Tahlia, and he was used to it...

The following days seemed to be uneventful, and Tahlia didn't ask him for anything, so when the snow began to pile up outside the window and the Christmas holiday came unknowingly, he followed Tahlia's instructions and told the people who had just returned from the holiday Draco stayed home and agreed to his plan to invite Harry here for Christmas, arriving at the Ministry on time.

Cornelius Fudge is the current Minister of Magic, and Lucius sent an owl to inform him when Tahlia notified him of the time. He had a sponsorship fund for the Auror department and wanted to discuss it with him-although Lucius really didn't understand why It would be Fudge as Minister for Magic.

But it doesn't matter, he knows what kind of man Fudge is, cowardly, timid, and incapable of handling things... His shortcomings can almost fill a whole roll of parchment, and because of this, Lucius was able to rely on only taking A gold Galleon in a small corner of his property escaped conviction with ease.

Of course, relying on his quick reaction, he publicly declared that he was under the control of the Dark Lord as soon as the Dark Lord fell—

Now that he was coming back, he knew he couldn't be there for him like Tahlia, and no matter how much he tried to explain how loyal he was to the Dark Lord, nothing good was going to happen to him.

"Good morning, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius pulled his thoughts back and put on a perfect smile to Fudge who was already waiting in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic with a flattering smile on his face. "Good morning, Minister," he said in a drawn-out tone, pulling out a document from his robes. "So, can we start talking about improving the generally difficult working environment for Aurors?"