[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"Purge the magic world?"

Tahlia was confused and didn't quite understand what Mr. meant.

"I think you understand the incompetence of the Ministry of Magic, Tahlia." Voldemort said lazily. "After all, you are no longer a child."

Tahlia thought for a moment, then nodded. "Well, I know there are a lot of problems in the wizarding world right now—" She looked up. "So you mean sir, do you want change?"

Voldemort nodded very slowly, the corners of his mouth hooked.

"But obviously your principal doesn't agree with me very much." He said jokingly.

"Principal Dumbledore?" Tahlia was even more puzzled. Reforming the wizarding world was a good thing. She didn't believe that the old man who guided her eccentric taste in her first year would disagree, so there was only one explanation──. "Well, he doesn't agree with you...?"

"Apparently he thought it weak and shameful," said Voldemort coldly.

There was silence for a while.

After a long time, Tahlia spoke again. "So, sir, do you want me?"

"I want you to stand by my side and follow me, it will bring you unexpected glory." He said lightly, but his tone could not hide his pride. "And that is absolutely impossible for your headmaster to promise you all his life."

"I don't want glory, sir." Tahlia shook her head, not noticing Voldemort's face that instantly darkened. "But I think what you said is very reasonable──" When he looked up, the man in front of him had restrained his expression and turned to a satisfied expression.

However, when he spoke, he said. "You must have something to desire, Tahlia, and if it's not glory, what is it?"

Tahlia was taken aback and forgot to answer for a moment.

"Tahlia, is it possible that you want too many things and don't know where to start?" Voldemort asked sarcastically when he saw Tahlia maintain a stunned expression for a while.

"No, sir!" Tahlia replied hastily. "I'm just pure, wanting the power to protect the people I care about—that's all."

The corners of his mouth curled up again, Voldemort obviously heard enough satisfactory answers. "So, I can understand that you want to gain power?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't have learned from you like that, sir!" Tahlia said excitedly.

But Voldemort was silent.

Why did Mr. find him here?Could it be that he doesn't plan to continue teaching himself?Thinking of this, Tahlia felt nervous, she had finally met a man who was willing to spend time on her, especially this man was very powerful, knowledgeable, even—unlike Lucius who always said that he owed him favors, This gentleman can almost be said to be teaching himself everything unconditionally!

If she just missed this opportunity, she will definitely regret it in the future──

"M-sir... did I—did I make you angry?" Tahlia asked cautiously.

"Why do you ask?"

Tahlia explained in a low voice. "I... Is it because I did something that made you unhappy, so you don't plan to teach me anymore?" And the letter was too hasty to explain, so Lucius brought him here and made it clear in person.

"When did I say I'm not going to teach you?" Voldemort was stunned for a moment after hearing this, what kind of childish thinking made the little girl in front of him come to such a conclusion.

Tahlia looked up confused. "Isn't it?" she said. "You suddenly stopped talking..." After speaking, he immediately lowered his head and stared at a stone brick on the floor. "I thought you were angry..."

"You're thinking too much, Tahlia." Voldemort said flatly. "One thing you should remember, don't - casually - guess what I think."

"I..." Tahlia suddenly had a feeling of difficulty breathing, and it took a while to speak a complete sentence. "I'm sorry, sir . . . not in the future."

Voldemort nodded slowly.

"My name is Voldemort, Tahlia."

After an unknown period of silence, Voldemort spoke again.

"But I think you should keep calling me sir."

"W-why──" He told her his name but didn't let her call it?But in the end she didn't ask any questions, because the husband obviously didn't like her asking questions other than studying. "—I see, sir."

The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up again. "I may need your help with some things in the future, I don't think you will not agree?"

"I will definitely help, sir." Tahlia replied quickly, but she knew it in her heart. Sure enough, no matter what, it is impossible for a kind person in this world to help someone unconditionally. I am afraid that the reason why the husband is willing to teach himself of this requirement.

But she didn't intend to refuse. After all, the husband has been a professor who has almost no reservations about himself in the past two years. She has to give back something. Even if he doesn't speak, she will be willing to help him and support his ambition. of.

"I will try my best, sir." Sincerely reassure.

When Tahlia returned to Hogsmeade again, it didn't take long, so when Tahlia hurried to the three broomsticks, Sirius just waved to her excitedly to tell her to go quickly, and didn't ask her anything.

Everything was a little unreal, the husband told himself his name, told himself his plan, and even told himself directly that he needed her help. I have always had a mysterious impression of that gentleman, but here God, she suddenly knew a lot of things, and she had the illusion that she knew that gentleman better. If she told Sirius—no, she shook her head and drove this thought out of her head. If she told Sirius, he would surely Shouting that Mr. Wang's ambition is too radical.

It's very aggressive.

Although the husband didn't tell himself clearly, it can be easily inferred that he said that many people are afraid of his name, which obviously means that his approach is extreme.

But extreme doesn't mean wrong, does it?

How many revolutions in history started radically and then succeeded?It can be said that there is almost no bloodless revolution, and it must be the same when it is applied to the magic world.

The headmaster is probably a moderate, so he parted ways with the husband.

In short, no matter what, as long as she can protect the people she cares about, she is willing to stand on any side.

"Tahlia! Butter beer is delicious!" Sirius looked at himself with a smile, some white beer foam was still on the corner of his mouth, at first glance he thought he had grown a white beard at a young age.

Yes, as long as she can protect them, she is willing to do anything.

Also nodded with a smile. "Well, it's really delicious, and I finally understand why you guys like coming here so much."

"Just talk!" Sirius said triumphantly.

"Sirius." Tahlia smiled and pointed to the top of her lips, Sirius quickly touched it, and then realized his embarrassment, grabbed a tissue and wiped it off indiscriminately.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He growled angrily at the three friends beside him.

James shrugged. "You and Tahlia are having a good time chatting, how can we intervene?" Then, he deliberately smiled wickedly, leaned close to Sirius' ear, and whispered. "Don't worry, Tahlia will never despise you just because of such a trivial matter──"

It was funny watching Sirius's face turn red to the neck, and the next second, he quickly switched seats with Peter, and when Sirius realized that he was going to hit someone, he found that the person beside him had been replaced by Peter who was not in the situation , looking at himself inexplicably, unable to speak out in his heart, and Tahlia is here!What if she thought she had bullied Peter again?

"Okay, you—" Tahlia suppressed a laugh.Although I don't know what James said to Sirius just now, it must have embarrassed him, and James reacted quickly enough to know that he should change seats immediately. "Aren't you tired of playing like this all the time? James, stop making trouble with Sirius all the time, and watch out for me to sue Lily."

Sirius's breath seemed to dissipate suddenly, because Tahlia's words made James cry, and begged her not to tell Lily. Although Lily didn't speak ill of them these years, she still kept that distance. , every time James seemed to be complaining to himself that Snape was closer to Lily than she was to himself.

What else can he do besides comforting this unrequited brother with a loud voice?After all James likes Lily into the fourth year.

Unrequited love is really hard work.

The young Malfoy entered the room respectfully after the girl left, knelt down in front of the man who had been meditating, kissed the hem of his robe, and waited quietly for the man to speak.

"Lucius, you always make me feel at ease when you do things." With a lazy tone, Voldemort seemed to be in a good mood, and waved casually for Lucius to stand up.

"Of course, Lord, I will never neglect what you told me." Lucius got up quickly, but he still kept his slightly bent posture when talking to the man.

"Then, I think you deserve a reward—" the man said lazily. "Hold out your hand, Lucius."

Lucius looked up in surprise. "Lo, Lord?"

"What, you backed down?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, becoming dangerous.

"No, Lord!" Lucius knelt down again with a thump, and said in a trembling voice. "I, I just don't think I'm capable enough to—"

Voldemort snorted coldly, instantly making Lucius feel sweat dripping down his entire back. "Given you a full year and it's not enough, I have to say I'm disappointed, Lucius—" he said, slowly stroking the eerie-looking white wand with his left hand. "After I helped you clear away the idlers who coveted your father's property, you couldn't meet my expectations." After a pause, the corners of your mouth curled up slightly. "It's not enough for me to make my own judgment, reach out!"

Lucius didn't dare to say anything anymore, and stretched out his left arm.

"That's not what I asked for, Lucius." The man said flatly.

"I'm very sorry, Lord." Lucius quickly undid the cufflinks and pulled the sleeves up, revealing smooth skin.

Voldemort nodded. "You've clearly inherited Abraxas' intelligence." Resting his wand on Lucius' arm. "You will take your father's place, by my side, to assist me—are you willing to do it?"

"I do, Lord." Lucius said softly, but his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Voldemort ignored Lucius' actions and spoke a spell.

"Ahhh!"

When the screaming stopped, Lucius was seen clutching his left arm tightly with his right hand, kneeling on the ground in pain, gasping for breath, sweat continuously slipping down his cheeks, it seemed that the imageless scream just now was his dispatched.

Voldemort laughed.

"Why, do you feel pain?" He said, looking at the young man in front of him mercilessly. "Could it be that your loyalty to me can't bear even this little pain?"

"No, no—I'd love to, MyLord." Lucius gritted his teeth and tried to keep his voice steady. "It hurts—it's nothing."

"The Dark Lord is satisfied, Lucius." Voldemort curled his lips grimly. "How do you feel now that you have officially pledged your allegiance to me?"

Lucius didn't dare look up. "N-very honored, Lord."

Voldemort chuckled. "Very well, Lucius—then surely you won't reject the first task I give you?"

"Absolutely do it for you, Lord." Lucius said while resisting the dizziness, he felt hot on his arms, but this was not the main cause of his dizziness, he always felt a strange feeling coming from the depths of his soul , that's the real pain, and it shows no sign of easing over time──

"I hope you won't disappoint me." The man in front of him said coldly.

"Absolutely not." Lucius raised his head reluctantly. "I will serve you forever, Lord."

Voldemort was not in a hurry to say the command, but instead adjusted his sitting posture, crossed his legs, waved his wand, and a piece of parchment landed firmly in front of Lucius' eyes.

"I want you to kill him." He said lazily.

Lucius was already mentally prepared that the Lord's first official order would not be easily accomplished, but he did not expect that the Lord would directly ask him to kill a person. He hadn't been taught how to kill a person, it was one thing to attack a spell, but quite another to kill someone with a spell.

His mind went blank for a moment, he stared at the parchment for a while, and suddenly, he realized—

If you don't kill this person, I'm afraid you will replace him.

Thinking about it this way, the content on the parchment finally entered his head──

He didn't have a deep impression of the names above, but the surname caught his attention.

Potter.