[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"You really like that gentleman, don't you?" Sirius said dryly.It feels like Tahlia is always taking up a lot of time and attention by that mysterious gentleman.

"Of course!" Tahlia's eyes sparkled, and her tone became excited. It seemed that every time she talked about this gentleman, she was particularly excited. "He's the most knowledgeable person I've ever met! Seems like he knows everything in the world!"

How could there really be someone who knows everything in the world... James and the others looked disbelieving, but none of them could discuss such in-depth academic issues with Tahlia. Since she was so happy and learned a lot, then They don't have any reason to stop, do they?

"Well, maybe you can also ask him about our research, maybe we can progress faster—" Sirius said, but Tahlia shook her head.

"No, I think it would be better for only a few of us to know about this matter. After all, the matters involved are too sensitive." At that time, he had to deceive his husband. On the one hand, he felt that his husband would not be interested in this aspect of magic, and it seemed that Mr. Voldemort preferred other aspects of magic.

Sirius thought for a while, then nodded in agreement. "Well, you really always think farther ahead."

"Of course!" James laughed, patting Tahlia on the shoulder, ignoring Sirius' glare. "Wasn't Tahlia thinking further than us?"

"Tahlia has been thinking a lot for us," Peter said softly.

Now it was Tahlia's turn to be embarrassed, and she scratched her head. "You say that, I can't afford to—"

"Nothing!" Remus said seriously. "You've been helping us, Tahlia."

Tahlia was even more embarrassed, covering her embarrassment with a smile. "Okay, stop talking, what's going on with us today? Confess the conference?"

"No, it's thanks to the assembly." Remus smiled, showing two obvious canine teeth.

There was a brief silence.

"Okay, you guys should hurry up and study, I really should write a letter, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to post it today..." Tahlia hurriedly urged them to leave, Tahlia really didn't want to hear their sincere thanks After speaking, Merlin knew that she was really not very good at dealing with this.

Why did they keep saying these words to her at this moment?

After saying goodbye to a few people and asking Sirius not to come back too late, Tahlia returned to the dormitory and started writing a letter to Voldemort.The main thing is to report this time--well, let's call it a surveillance report, although she thinks that the husband probably didn't mean it that way.

She would rather believe that a person like Mr. who is willing to help her unreservedly would probably not maliciously think about spying on someone.

After posting the letter, Tahlia checked the time. After dinner, it was almost time for an appointment with Snape, so she hurried to the lobby. She was used to Sirius and the others not coming to the lobby during their research. It's time to eat, because the Animagus research is called dangerous, it's not false, the research doesn't mean that you can stop it if you stop it, if one is not careful, it will lead to more serious consequences just because they are asked to come to eat , the loss outweighs the gain.

She believed what Sirius had promised, she would definitely not go hungry, anyway, a meal or two of starvation is not a big deal, right?

When he returned to the cellar, he found that Snape was already waiting there, and he sat where he was accustomed to on weekdays, not far from the fire, but not so close that it would be too hot.

Tahlia greeted her, sat down directly across from him, took a roll of parchment and started to do her homework.

After a long time, after Snape raised his head and opened his mouth a few times, he finally spoke. "Tahlia, what's the name of the gentleman you wrote to?"

"Huh?" Tahlia replied casually, crossed out a line of badly written sentences, and then raised her head abruptly. "what did you just say?"

Snape stared straight at Tahlia. "I ask, what is the name of the gentleman you have been writing to?"

In fact, he had vaguely guessed the answer, and the little Malfoy was the one who indirectly invited the big Mr. Malfoy to the manor to express his views to various pure-blood families. According to Tahlia's description, such a powerful and attractive man can only be that position -- and that was exactly what he had hoped to get the little Malfoy's attention earlier.

It is different now.

He was sure he must have some strength - at least when it came to potions.

That person is his ultimate goal, and everything else is just a pedal—including little Malfoy, and even...including Tahlia—if the gentleman she said is indeed that lord, clench your fists, yes, no She should be allowed to affect his emotions, she is just a pedal, he doesn't need a peaceful life, what he needs is to be respected - he convinced himself.

"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?" Tahlia wondered. "Didn't I already say that the gentleman didn't like me investigating him—"

But Snape showed a disapproving expression. "I don't believe you don't have any clues."

Tahlia was silent.

She really didn't find anything before, of course one of the reasons is that she gave up the investigation very quickly, otherwise there would be no truth at all.

Sighing, he stopped defending himself and spoke. "I did know the name of Mr.—"

"What is it?" Snape asked urgently.

"Voldemort," Tahlia said softly.

Originally, Tahlia's volume would not be heard by others, but then for some reason, there was a sudden silence, and that just highlighted the name Tahlia uttered.

The entire living room seemed to freeze suddenly in an instant, and everyone's movements froze, staying in place in various postures.

Snape's eyes widened.

So he thought right, it really was that lord, he was suddenly a little jealous of Tahlia, all he wanted to do was to get close to that lord, but the person in front of him was already so close to him without any effort, and she I don't even understand what an honor this is!

Tahlia was a little uncomfortable, she felt as if the eyes of the entire living room were focused on her, she turned her head stiffly, but those people looked away hastily at the moment her sight swept across, as if they were afraid Make eye contact with her.

Puzzled in her heart, the longer she stayed in Slytherin, she felt that she didn't understand this group of people less and less. From the initial temptation, then disdain, and later because of the relationship between Lucius and others, she restrained herself a bit, but now she seems to be shrinking. What's going on?I didn't do anything myself.

Seeing Snape's reaction, Tahlia thought she had said something wrong again, so she spoke again. "He still wants me to call him Mr.! I've never called him by his name—"

Of course the grown-up wouldn't let Tahlia call him by his name! Snape yelled inwardly.As far as he knew, no one dared to say that name directly, but he told Tahlia, how on earth could she keep attracting so many people's attention from the moment she entered school?

"Severus?"

"What?" Snape's tone was not very nice.

He felt unbalanced that Tahlia got what she wanted so easily.

It's always like this. From the beginning, Tahlia was standing in front of him, reminding himself that he was not as good as her. Yes, he couldn't feel repulsed by her closeness, but it didn't mean he could accept such a person hindering him. His future path, after all, in his plan, there is no other people, if there is, it can only be Lily, it must be Lily, that is the only warmth in his life.

Besides, Tahlia always hangs out with that Black, and she hasn't mentioned that secret to herself until now. Although he hasn't figured out what the secret is yet, it doesn't mean he will give up.

In her heart, she was not that important either—at least far less than that Black.

So he doesn't have to take her too seriously, does he?

"You...don't be angry," Tahlia stammered. "I already told you the name of Mr.—"

"I'm not mad." He shot Tahlia a look, then turned serious. "But I want to ask you a favor—"

Tahlia nodded quickly.

"...Why don't you ask first?" Snape continued to stare at her.Sometimes I really don't know whether Tahlia is smart or stupid──

"No, I'll agree to whatever it takes." Tahlia said seriously, but the sincere eyes frightened Snape.

He felt that he could not think for a moment.

Damn, he just can't get used to this emotion──

"Are you so generous to everyone?" After a long time, Snape asked dryly.

Tahlia shook her head. "Only certain people."

Then, Black must be among this particular person, Snape thought, his face half blackened unconsciously. "It seems that I belong to what you call a certain person..." There was a pause. "It's really an honor."

"You still talk like this..." Tahlia smiled wryly.

Snape said flatly. "There's no need to change." Looking at Tahlia. "So, since you agreed, you can't go back on your word?"

"Well, I'll definitely help you—" Tahlia nodded. "So what do you want me to do for you?"

"I think I'll have the chance to meet your gentleman after graduation—" Snape said, his eyes shining clearly. "I hope you can tell me."

"Why?" Tahlia asked suspiciously.There were still more than three years before they graduated, so why was Snape thinking about what to do after graduation now, even he hadn't thought about it yet!

Snape was silent for a moment, as if thinking about how to explain it, before speaking. "I have a purpose that I want to achieve, and that means I have to meet that gentleman." There was a pause. "Isn't this just a little effort for you? It just takes some saliva to talk—"

"That's right." Tahlia swallowed, although she didn't understand why Snape wanted to do this, and that gentleman didn't like to talk about superfluous things, but Snape was a very powerful person, especially in potions. No one can compare, maybe the husband will also be interested, thinking of this, she nodded. "Well, I'll remember."

Only then did Snape smile with satisfaction, and Tahlia felt happier, after all, it was getting harder and harder to make Snape smile.

The next morning, when Tahlia was sitting in the dining hall, an owl suddenly threw a letter in front of her.

Is it Mr.'s reply letter?

No, the letter I sent yesterday probably arrived at the husband at the earliest, and it is impossible to get a reply so soon. Then... Tahlia opened the letter, and the familiar handwriting caught her eyes just after she opened it— ─It's really Mr.

She suddenly became excited. This was the first time that her husband wrote to herself instead of replying to the questions she had sent before.

Thinking about it, I also excitedly planned to see what the content was, and spread out all the letter papers. After a closer look, I was slightly disappointed...

There was only one line in the letter.

"Next Saturday at ten o'clock in the morning, Malfoy Manor."