[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Looking in the direction of the sound, he found a black-haired man sitting on a chair not far away, which was one step higher.

And Mr. Lucius and Mr. Malfoy stood aside.

Regardless of the man's identity, it must be more special to have someone of Mr. Malfoy's status stand aside, Tahlia thought for a moment, and she was much more careful when putting down her luggage.

"Uh... hello?" He hesitated and said to the Malfoy father and son. "Mr. Malfoy, Lucius."

Lucius froze and broke into a cold sweat for Tahlia. He didn't expect that the first thing the little girl said to the Lord was to say hello. Should it be courageous or a newborn's stupidity?He secretly glanced at his father nervously, he would never dare to peek at Lord.

Abraxas sighed slightly, Lucius really didn't have enough experience, just such a small matter made people panic at a glance, and shook his head at his son with sharp eyes, asking him not to say anything.

Sure enough, Voldemort didn't seem to be sullen at all, but laughed out loud instead.

This laughter made Lucius feel even more creepy, he could never make such a horrifying laugh in his life.

"Hello." Voldemort said with the corner of his mouth raised. "Abraxas was just mentioning you to me just now." There was a short pause. "Tahlia Watson, eh? Wouldn't it be too abrupt to call you Tahlia?"

Tahlia shook her head quickly. Although she didn't know who the man in front of her was, the voice was so polite that she even responded to the very unclear greeting she blurted out just now, and the voice was so gentle that it matched the man's appearance It was perfect.

If the appearance of Malfoy and his son could be compared to elves, then this man was obviously an angel who accidentally fell into the mortal world and lost his wings.

Since I came to Hogwarts, I met Sirius first, and then James and Remus successively. These three are good-looking in different fields. Sirius is really handsome, James is bold and handsome, and Remus is gentle and temperamental. , and then contacted Lucius...

But compared with this man, he was completely inferior.

"Abraxas is my old friend." He said, still in a soft and slow tone. "I'm here this time, and I have to meet the girl he raves about, right, Tahlia?" he asked, keeping his eyes on Tahlia.

Abraxas on the side looked calm. What Voldemort said just now was true or false. It is said that the most successful lies are always mixed with a few truths, making it difficult to judge the truth. It is obvious that the man next to him is using it to the fullest.

He has a good impression of Tahlia, but the origin is because of a word from the Lord. If it weren't for this, the little tricks Lucius made in school would not have caught his eyes at all, but the Lord noticed it first.

The question is, how will the girl respond?

"Mr. Malfoy is exaggerating," Tahlia began. "Actually, you don't have to comment on me..." He touched his head. "gentlemen."

Merlin.

At this moment, even Abraxas, who Zixu had never seen before, opened his mouth slightly unconsciously.

As far as he knows, no one who spoke to Voldemort like this is in this world anymore—even he himself has known him for so many years, and he is even his senior. I've always thought about it, how can I say it so directly like this girl.

Voldemort also seemed taken aback, but his expression only changed for a moment, then he recovered immediately and spoke again. "No, I trust Abraxas' judgment, there must be something particularly impressive about you...for example──" He paused, his brows slightly raised. "Perhaps you are after a master?"

Tahlia shook her head. "I don't think so," she said. "I'm the only one in our family who can use magic." She raised her head and wanted to look at the man's pretty face, but in the end her eyes only raised to the man's neck. It's too rude, she thought , talking to people without looking at them is not the way to make a good impression.

"Is that so..." Voldemort certainly knew of Tahlia's background, but he just asked casually.

This girl is indeed interesting.

Although she may not know her identity, it is true that no one dared to talk to him like this for a long time. He who talked to her like this could not live for a second, but now, his interest in her is far greater than wanting to kill her idea.

Just look at it first, anyway, it is completely effortless for me to let a person disappear without a sound.

"Ah, look at how rude I am, why did I let the guests stand for so long──" He suddenly changed the subject, and with a wave of his hand, a sofa chair that looked very comfortable appeared behind Tahlia, just to let her The distance you can sit straight back. "Please sit down, Tahlia." The right hand motioned slightly.

Although wondering why the conversation just stopped like that, Tahlia silently followed Voldemort's instructions and sat down.

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke cautiously. "Thank you, uh—what should I call you?" He raised his head, but failed to see the man's face again.

"Tahlia, what does it mean to talk to someone without looking them in the eye?"

Surprised, he quickly raised his head again, and this time he managed to see into the man's eyes. "Um, sir, how do I—"

Dazed - parents, short hair, funeral, Snape, Sirius, brother -

Some images suddenly flashed in her mind, but the time was so short that Tahlia almost thought it was her own illusion. It felt as if someone had pulled something out of her head. She shook her head. Is the strange feeling so serious that I would be dazed usually...

After sorting out her thoughts, she looked at the man again. "──Sir, what should I call you?"

The man showed an inexplicable smile. "I want to call me Mr., that's enough, my name──" He frowned in disgust. "It's hard to be elegant."

It is naturally impossible for Voldemort to tell Tahlia the name he chose for himself. He already knew the contents of those Gryffindor brats brainwashing her at that moment, and told her his own name. With the speed of her thinking, she must be wary soon. greatly increased.

He wanted to gain her favor first, and then reveal his identity. At that time, he didn't need to order himself, and this stupid girl would defend him in front of those Gryffindor brats.

And it's even more impossible for him to ask her to call him the humble name given by his stupid mother. No one is alive except Abraxas next to him and the annoying headmaster in the school who knows his indecent name.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him.

"Sir, may I ask a question?"

The girl spoke, and Voldemort nodded.

"You said just now that you and Mr. Malfoy are good friends?"

nod.

"Then you must be very powerful!" She said in a determined tone.

"Oh?" The corners of Voldemort's mouth twitched slightly. "How to say?"

Tahlia glanced at Abraxas, then back at Voldemort. "Because Mr. Malfoy is already a very powerful man, and he seems to respect you—"

"Of course." Voldemort answered slowly.

"So," Tahlia smiled. "It must be even more powerful to be respected by a man of Mr. Malfoy's status."

Actually, it's not hard to guess, is it?In other words, anyone can easily come to this conclusion.

Voldemort didn't speak for a while.

"What you said is not wrong."

After a long time, he said in a confident tone.

"Abraxas can't answer the questions you ask."

"Question?" Tahlia tilted her head, stunned for a moment, and then remembered the parchments with detailed answers during the summer vacation. "Ah! So it was you who answered!"

She was very excited. She kept the parchments that answered her questions during the summer vacation. The content written on them not only responded to her questions, but also listed many different examples and applications. For her, those are very important research materials. , So those little scraps of paper were actually written by this gentleman... Then he must be truly knowledgeable.

"I thought it was Mr. Malfoy…" she said.

Abraxas broke into a cold sweat. He didn't dare to boast that he could be compared with Voldemort. Yes, he didn't need to be as cautious as others in front of him, but he couldn't guarantee that the Lord wouldn't take his anger out on him, calling him a subordinate. Too unfamiliar, too weird to call him a friend, and he himself doesn't know what the Lord thinks of him.

What was certain, though, was that Voldemort absolutely disliked being compared.

Sure enough, Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and Abraxas saw that something was wrong, and winked at his son.

But before he could open his mouth, Voldemort spoke first. "Tahlia, now that you know, how do you feel?"

"I?"

In Tahlia's mind, he just admired the person who wrote those pieces of paper. He thought that person was Abraxas, but now that he knew it was the man in front of him, the object of admiration was of course this gentleman.

"I have a lot of respect for you," she said.

Voldemort didn't speak, it seemed that the girl still had something to say.

"I just respect the person who answered the question for me. If that person is Mr. Malfoy, of course I respect him, but now that I know it's you, I naturally respect you." There was a pause. "By the way, I haven't thanked you for helping me answer it at that time."

"No thanks." He replied lightly.

"Really!" Tahlia said. "This summer vacation is the most rewarding period for me, I—"

Abraxas saw that Voldemort had already talked with Tahlia, and it seemed that he and his son didn't need to be present anymore, so he nodded slightly, and led Lucius out of the room quietly, so there were only two people left in the space.

The two continued talking for a while.

Voldemort felt very satisfied.

The girl did not disappoint him.

The most commendable thing is her thirst for knowledge. It seems that there is nothing she is not interested in. She is very similar to herself back then, but she is a little different. If someone can guide her well, this girl will definitely be a great help in the future...

"Tahlia, would you like to learn more?" he asked.

"What?" Tahlia was stunned for a moment before reacting. "I mean, of course I would!" Then, she frowned slightly. "But I'm mostly at school, how should I ask you, sir?"

"Owl." Voldemort adjusted his sitting posture and leaned back in the chair seemingly lazily.

"Owl your questions to me, and I'll answer you when I have time."

"Really?" Tahlia jumped up from her chair. "thank you, sir!"

"As for the practical aspect—" Voldemort said softly. "I think you should continue your lessons with that kid from Lucius..."

"How do you know—"

"I know more than you think, Tahlia."

Tahlia wasn't surprised by what the man said to her. Most pure-blood families have their own sources of information. Based on the degree of friendship between this person and Mr. Malfoy, it is probably a certain pure-blood who will know about Lucius and himself. The close contact is also expected.

What makes her happy is another point - she has long been looking forward to having a capable person who is willing to teach herself. It is not that the school professors are not good, but that they are also busy with their own affairs. Tahlia is able to teach Later, I stayed to ask some questions, but I couldn't interrupt for a long time.

Lucius is a good teacher, she has learned a lot of practical skills from him, but in theory, no one has been able to study with herself.

Now, when the man said he was willing to take the time to teach herself, she was too happy to be happy, and she never thought of rejecting him because of such an insignificant factor.

look up.

"Sir, thank you very much."

Take a deep bow.

So of course she didn't see the trembling smile on the corner of his mouth when she bowed her head to the man.