[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Nigel quickly jumped off the stool, put the sorting hat back, and walked straight to his own college, which was completely dumbfounded and completely forgot to applaud. The man in the black robe suddenly stood up after hearing the hat shout that he belonged to Hufflepuff and glared at the Sorting Hat angrily. It seemed that the Sorting Hat trembled because of the angry gaze.

But who cares about him...

Nigel happily came to Hufflepuff's dining table, pretending not to see the man's actions, and sat down on an empty seat at will.

A boy reacted first, coughed lightly, and held out a hand to Nigel across the way. "Welcome."

Nigel blinked, and then hurried back to hold the hand of the friendly boy obliquely in front of him. This boy with a gentle smile on his face is very good-looking, really good-looking!He'd always thought that no one was as handsome as Sirius. "Thanks...uh, my name is Nigel—"

"──Snape, right?" The boy smiled. "We just heard..."

"Oh..." Nigel replied blankly.It's not nice to suddenly find that he seems to be known by the whole school... that's not something he's proud of.

The boy was clearly amused by Nigel's reaction, before speaking again a moment later. "Oh, by the way, I'm Cedric, Cedric Diggory, I'm a prefect, in the sixth grade──you can come to me if you have any questions..."

Nigel nodded cautiously, and then found that some senior seniors nearby were also laughing out loud, which confused him. "What's wrong?"

"It's okay..." one of the girls stopped laughing and said seriously. "You and...you and Professor Snape are...relatives?"

Hearing the dark name, Nigel unconsciously lowered his face and spoke displeasedly. "He's my worst enemy!" He heard several Hufflepuff students accidentally laugh again, and he even vaguely heard something like 'Oh, it's so cute! ' and the like.

"I hate him," he said again.

"It's okay, Nigel... I'm sure you're not alone in feeling this way—"

Suddenly there was a loud sound of glass knocking in front of them, causing everyone to stop their conversation and focus on the stage. It seemed that the sorting ceremony was over, and all the freshmen had been sorted into their colleges.

Dumbledore stood up slowly, but spoke to Snape in a low voice before speaking to the students in the audience. "Severus, please sit down first."

Snape still had an unbelievable look on his face, his eyes had shifted from the Sorting Hat, and he was staring straight at the direction of the dining table at Hufflepuff College. After a while, he sank his face, obeyed Dumbledore's order, and sat down slowly but stiffly Down.

"I only have two words for you," Dumbledore said, clearing his throat, his deep voice echoing in the auditorium, "Eat!"

Nigel found that the moment Dumbledore finished speaking, the plate was filled with all kinds of food in an instant, and he realized how hungry he was, just like the snacks Harry and Draco bought him on the train earlier. As if being digested by his stomach, he grinned, reached out and took a big grilled chicken leg, and put it on his plate.

The other students also started to move. For a while, the sound of knives and forks was heard everywhere in the hall. Nigel also ate with relish. The rice cooked by Tahlia was delicious, but it had never been like this before. All kinds of equally delicious food!

I wonder if the food in the future will be as rich as a dinner party...

While eating, Nigel distractedly listened to the senior sisters around him discussing some interesting things about school or class, and even laughed out loud accidentally.

The Hufflepuff students seemed to be getting along very well... Nigel felt warm inside, and he couldn't wait to get back to his dorm and write to Tahlia.

After a while, after the last plate of pastries disappeared from the plate, Dumbledore stood up again and spoke slowly. "Now that we've all had our fill, I have to announce a few things - Mr. Filch wants me to tell you that this year, a few more items are added to the prohibited items in the castle, and they are Screaming Balls , toothed flying saucers, and combo boomerangs. The entire list includes about 430 seven items, which can be seen in Mr. Filch's office, and those who are interested can check it."

No one would really want to check it... Nigel blinked again, looking at Dumbledore inexplicably.

He hadn't seen this old man whom Tahlia had always respected for quite some time, as if he was a little older than he remembered?

Tahlia has always said that Dumbledore is a great person. He has read some books, and it is written that Headmaster Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in this century. He died without causing any threat to himself at all. Tahlia said that the man used to be terrifying and killed many people, but he didn't really feel it.

I only vaguely remember that when I was a child, I was always afraid that Tahlia would leave him forever...

Then there was a sudden riot in the hall.

Almost everyone stared angrily at the front for an instant, and even Cedric Diggory, who looked very gentle just now, frowned, obviously becoming a little displeased.

"What happened just now?" Nigel whispered to the classmate next door.

"Didn't you hear?" The classmate looked suspicious, but also resentful. "Just now the headmaster said that this year's Quidditch will be cancelled—"

Nigel didn't have time to hear the classmate finish, because Dumbledor had calmed down the irritable crowd at this moment, and continued.

"And that's because, over the next few months, we will be honored to host a very exciting event that has not been held in over a century. It is with great pleasure that I report that the Triwizard The tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year—"

"You are joking!"

There was a sound from the Gryffindor table nearby, and Nigel turned his head, his eyes lit up.It's Fred!

Many students laughed because of this sentence, Nigel thought for a while, and decided to ask his doubts. "Senior Diggory, what is the Triwizard Tournament?" He had never heard Tahlia talk about it.

"You can call me by my name, Nigel..." Cedric smiled slightly, and was about to explain when he heard Dumbledore's words.

"──The Triwizard Tournament was founded about 700 years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe. These three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmster Lang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. A great way to form friendships—but then the Triwizard Tournament was discontinued when the death toll was too high."

Nigel finally understood that they had never met Tahlia in this competition. If there was a Triwizard Tournament at that time, Tahlia would definitely participate in it!He couldn't think of anyone more powerful than Tahlia...

"There have been many attempts over the centuries to bring back the Tournament," continued Dumbledore, "but none have been successful. However, we at the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports at the Ministry of Magic believe that it would be wise to try again." The time has come. We have done a lot of work this summer to ensure that the lives of every Warrior are not in danger."

“In October, the headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their hand-picked contenders, and the ceremony to select warriors will take place on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most eligible to compete. Three-strong cup, to win honor for one's own school, and one thousand Galleons for the individual."

Nigel noticed that almost all the students started to move around. It seems that a thousand Galleons is not a small amount. He silently looked at Draco who had started to discuss eagerly in the distance, and couldn't help complaining in his heart... Draco knew their family How many times is the property worth a thousand Galleons?Every time Tahlia mentioned Lucius's family property, she just said lightly that she was speechless, thinking that she was really, really not short of money──

"Cedric, you'll be there, right?"

Nigel heard someone asking, and his eyes drifted away unconsciously.

"It's hard to say..." Cedric pretended to be thinking. "Maybe there are some qualification restrictions—"

"──Only students who have reached the age of 17 are allowed to register──"

Dumbledore's words seemed to be answering Cedric, and he appeared at the right time, but Nigel couldn't hear what was behind, because it accounted for six sevenths of the whole school—that is, most of the students under the age of 17 began to boo and protest, The volume was so loud that it almost overwhelmed Dumbledore's speech, and the whole hall seemed to explode suddenly. Nigel frowned and covered his ears with his hands.

Oh, he's not going to attend anyway, even if he's an adult, he just wants to finish his studies well, get a job well, live with Tahlia... that's what he'll be content with.

"──Well, it's getting late now, and it's very important that you go into class tomorrow morning refreshed and clear-headed. Go to bed! Hurry up!"

Dumbledore sat down slowly after saying this, and the students stood up one after another and squeezed into the opened door one after another. Nigel also stood up and followed their prefect quietly towards them Dorm move──

"Mr. Snape." A voice stopped him.

Nigel was fully aware that the person behind him was calling him, and he was fully aware of the identity of the person calling him, but he just didn't want to stop, and continued to pretend to focus on talking to his new classmate named Henry whose face had changed in panic.

"Mr. Snape."

The man yelled again, and this time the tone was obviously more irresistible. Nigel tried to talk to Henry again, but found that he had no intention of continuing to chat with him at all, and he was desperately winking at himself, so he was unwilling He stopped abruptly, turned around, and stared at the man in black robe.

"do what?"

Several students gasped at Nigel's rude reply to Professor Snape.

To their surprise, Professor Snape did not directly deduct points or confine him as usual, but stared at Nigel flatly, and spoke again. "Follow me—"

"Do not."

Oh Merlin!

The people who had been watching the fun didn't have the guts to continue watching... If they dared to fight against Professor Snape like this, wouldn't they be chopped into potion ingredients by him?

Snape was about to turn around, but he stopped for a moment at Nigel's brief refusal, and turned his head sharply. "What did you say?"

Nigel glared at Snape. "I said no, what reason do you have for asking me to go with you?" He paused for a while before adding sarcastically. "Just because you're a...professor?"

At this time, all the students who had no time to evade could clearly feel a low pressure centered on Snape and quickly spread over everyone, but the one who caused all this was not affected by the strange atmosphere at all, and still stared unhappily. Snape.

Merlin!

In fact, he was a Gryffindor... No, even a Gryffindor would not have the courage to continue to face Professor Snape in such a nonchalant manner.

"Mr. Snape." Snape's face could not have been darker, but still no one heard him say a single word about 'point deduction' or 'confinement', which had scared all the students around . "It's not a request."

Nigel stared at Snape, who stared back at himself.

Suddenly, he felt himself being pushed slightly, turned around and found that it was Henry.

"Maybe Professor Snape has something important to ask you." He whispered timidly, and then whispered in Nigel's ear in an even lower voice. "It would be bad if he suddenly remembered to deduct points..."

Nigel opened and closed his mouth a few times, as if he wanted to say something else, but he couldn't say anything after several attempts, he only looked at Henry, then at Snape, and finally he could only choose to compromise──

After all, no matter what, it is too selfish to affect the college's score because of his own emotions—especially since their college gets along so well, he doesn't want his college to deduct points on the first day of school— ─

Thinking about it, he lowered his face, and slowly followed Snape, who turned and left one step before him.