[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Two days later, an announcement was posted on the announcement wall outside the hall.

"Duel meeting?"

Sirius read it blankly, then turned his head. "What do you think Tahlia is thinking? What kind of duel is this held? Even—" Turning around, he checked the contents of the parchment again. "Even though it was held within Slytherin College, people from other colleges are allowed to sign up..." Shaking his head in disbelief. "How could such a fool sign up? Who wants to be taught a lesson for no reason?"

They are always advocated that all freshmen start from the same starting point, but anyone knows that after entering school, Slytherin students will more or less do some extra training after returning home from vacation, and as time goes by, they are very concerned about this. This kind of duel between wizards is also much more familiar than ordinary students.

In short, the higher the senior year, the higher the average combat ability of the Slytherins compared with the students of the other three academies.

"For example, me?" James was eager to try. "I have long wanted to find a chance to teach those Slytherins a fair lesson..."

"I'm a Slytherin too, Prongs." Sirius stated the fact.

"Oh, you don't count!" James waved his hands casually, facing the two friends beside him. "Are you going?"

Peter quickly took a few steps back. "I, I forget it, I can't..."

James pouted and didn't say anything, anyway, he didn't intend to force Peter to participate, he couldn't do such a thing as pushing a friend to die, and looked at Remus expectantly.

"Me neither." Remus shook his head.He knew that many Slytherins were absolutely hidden, and he didn't want to be beaten unprepared.

"Come on, Remus—" James said flatteringly. "Sirius and I will be there, right, Padfoot?" he continued before Sirius could say yes. "Think about it, this is a good opportunity to teach them a lesson!"

"That's you!" Remus rolled his eyes. "I never feel that they owe a lesson..."

"Okay..." James touched his nose, and signed his name on the parchment smartly. "Aren't you going to sign?"

Sirius pointed to the small writing at the bottom of the parchment. "This one is for non-Slytherin Academy registration."

"Oh." James nodded understandingly after reading it. "But you'll sign up, right?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "What do you think? Of course I will sign up!" Then, he smiled. "But now we have something more important to do."

"what?"

Sirius stood there leisurely, but his reticence simply whetted the appetite of the other three. After a while, he pointed not far away. "did you see it?"

The three of them looked along, showing suddenly enlightened expressions.

"All we have to do is try to get that snotlite to join—" Sirius announced.

"Then teach him a lesson──" James gritted his fists and answered viciously.

The two looked at each other and laughed.

In fact, Tahlia didn't think that the proposal would be passed so quickly. She was impressed by his sloppyness when it was sent to Dumbledore──

"Hehehe, the duel meeting... This idea is really great, Tahlia." I didn't even read the details carefully, so I signed my name casually.

"Didn't you read it first?" Tahlia asked after taking the proposal back. "Aren't you afraid that I wrote some unfair rules in it?"

"Have you?" Dumbledore asked back.

"Of course not, but—"

Dumbledore cut her off with a raised hand. "Then I trust you, Tahlia—"

Tahlia shut her mouth.

"One more thing, principal—" After a long time, she hesitated to speak. "I think I can't think of a way..." I lowered my head. "What exactly can Voldemort do to get rid of this idea..."

"He won't give up." Dumbledore said calmly. "Hogwarts has always been one of his targets, all we can do is to try our best to prevent---"

"But you—" Tahlia looked up sharply—didn't do anything, did you?

Dumbledore stared at Tahlia for a moment before speaking. "You must think in your heart that I did nothing, don't you?"

Tahlia didn't speak.

He stood up and faced out the window, as if looking at something. "I didn't do nothing, boy," he said. "I agree with your proposal, and it's worth mentioning that the idea is really good──" He continued without waiting for Tahlia to refute. "And I have already notified some people to be on guard, but—" He turned his head and looked straight at Tahlia, making her feel as if she was instantly frozen. "We don't know when or where he's going to attack, so we're kind of groping in the dark — it's not very effective."

Tahlia opened her mouth slightly.

"So I can only keep as many people away from this attack as possible—"

"Principal." Tahlia said suddenly.

Dumbledore paused, waiting for Tahlia to speak, although he could already guess what she was going to say.

"I can tell you all of Voldemort's deployments." Tahlia said, despite hesitation, she decided to tell the old man in front of her plan. "As long as you promise that Severus will never get on that train—"

"Tahlia."

Tahlia pulled away from the memory and looked up from the armchair. It was little Crouch. "What's wrong?"

Crouch Jr. produced a roll of parchment and handed it to Tahlia. "Avery asked me to bring it to you, saying that it is the list for this duel meeting──"

"Thank you," Tahlia said, taking the list without even looking at it.

"Will you be there?" asked Crouch Jr.

Tahlia shook her head.

Little Crouch was clearly surprised and opened his mouth wide. "You don't want to participate?" He originally thought that Tahlia held this event because she wanted to participate, and by the way, she could further establish her influence. Think about it, no matter who meets Tahlia, it is unlucky... Now she said she would not participate, and the rest People should be secretly happy, right?

"I have my reasons." Tahlia said lightly, thought for a while before adding. "But I will still show up that night—after all, it is the event I proposed." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and continued to work, which meant that it was time for little Crouch to leave.

Of course little Crouch knew what she meant, anyway, his interaction with Tahlia was much better than others, and he didn't need to be too impatient to continue to please her...

"Then I'll go first, you'd better look at the list──" Little Crouch reminded before leaving. "Avery said that I might have to ask you to arrange a group list."

"Can he do it himself?" Tahlia frowned, the hand holding the quill was a little harder, and the handwriting on the parchment was a little heavier.

Little Crouch felt a sense of oppression for a moment, but he opened his mouth anyway. "He said... there were a few people who were more... er, difficult to deal with."

Tahlia just pulled the roll of parchment, spread it out and began to read—and immediately knew what Avery said was more difficult to deal with.

The name on the list is followed by the house that the person belongs to, although Tahlia felt that this was a no-brainer because she never thought that there would be people from other houses participating, but now in this list, in a series of dense green Slytherin words In the middle, the red ink is very conspicuous──

James Potter, Gryffindor.

Tahlia rubbed her forehead.

How much trouble are they trying to cause themselves?

She could probably guess what James meant.

Undoubtedly, they want to take this opportunity to give their academy students a bad start──

She also knew that James was good, and he could indeed beat most Slytherins.

That's right, 'mostly'.

It means that she was busy on the night of the duel meeting...

Frowning and staring at the parchment in a daze for a while, she finally pulled out her wand and tapped directly on the parchment, and the pile of names were automatically assigned random numbers to form a battle table.

I casually glanced at James' opponent──well, a minor character who is not very important, at least not troublesome from the first game...

I casually rolled up the parchment and put it aside, so I didn't worry about it anymore...

So she didn't notice that the difficult objects Avery said were plural... and she only paid attention to James.

One of the difficult targets, Snape, who was about to go home, also signed up for this competition──Of course it was because of the provocation from James and others──

And with her random number distribution, the name written next to SeverusSnape also coincidentally causes headaches...

Difficult to deal with second, SiriusBlack.

Fast forward to the eve of the holidays.

Not sure if Dumbledore had really done something, but unusually few students had returned home this year - and hardly any of them were of Muggle blood.

However, whatever the reason, it's generally good.

Tahlia silently crossed off most of her countermeasures.

Anyway, they decided not to go home... Can the man blame her?

Tahlia didn't plan to take the train home tomorrow, and then take the train back after the holiday - after all, she still had to pay attention to the duel meeting.

She has it all sorted.

After dealing with the Dueling Conference, she would use the Portkey to move to Lucius' house, not to catch up with him, of course.

Voldemort will be staying there this holiday, she has to go to the manor to report all the details of the attack to Voldemort again—although she has already reported them all to him before—and then follow his arrangement to join the group that is expected to be attacked To put it simply, she is his inner response for this operation.

She didn't refuse, she was just thinking about how to persuade the man to let her take the train - because she had to make sure Snape wouldn't be injured in the attack.

The duel meeting is scheduled for the day after Christmas, and the list of groups has been posted on the announcement wall this morning.

Tahlia would love to have a time-turner right now, to stop herself from going back to the moment when she was randomly messing around with groups two days ago.

It started when she caught Sirius smugly facing Snape, and Snape stared back unwillingly, vaguely feeling that something was out of control.

Then she looked at the list carefully, and was completely astonished when she saw that she had inadvertently put the two of them together.

Merlin told her, why did Snape, who was going to go home after beating him to death, suddenly sign up for this duel tournament?

She felt her head hurt even more.

Should she just pack up and go home now, away from this wizarding world?Then she won't have to worry about anything...

The duel meeting was held in the hall, considering the large number of spectators.

Although the contestants are all Slytherins except James, most of the students have never seen a wizard duel, so they are quite looking forward to this event──Maybe this is the reason why so many students decided to stay in school this time one.

It is conceivable that there must be a lot of onlookers that night──

Tahlia can only pray to herself now that things won't be... hot that night.

So why did she torture herself like this for holding such an event?

In short, she didn't intend to think about it, it didn't help the current situation at all.

James was uncharacteristically jealous of Sirius after seeing the group list.

"You said if you deliberately lose to Snotlite, how about letting me face him?" He pointed excitedly at the list, if Snape continued to advance, he only needed to win four games to face him.

As soon as he asked the question, Sirius immediately rolled his eyes. "Do you think it's possible? Has it been too long since you've been spanked?"

"Of course not──" James shook his head hastily, stopping this absurd thought. "just asking……"

Sirius smiled brightly and patted James on the shoulder vigorously. "You can rest assured! I will definitely deal with the snotlings together for your sake." A smirk appeared. "Besides, are you sure you can win against the snotling? We are divided into two ends of the promotion map..."

James rolled his eyes. "You should know that if you lose, you don't have to come back to see us, right?"

"Of course!" Sirius still smiled. "Will I still lose to that kind of person?" Let alone in front of Tahlia──I meditated in my heart.

"I think you should do a good job in the psychological construction of losing."

A voice sounded coldly from behind.