[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Snape stepped into the Potions classroom on time.

His eyes swept over the students on the ground, and he was satisfied to see that they shrank subconsciously when they met his gaze...

"Now, I'll return your homework from last week—" he said softly.With a click of the magic wand, papers with more than ten points will automatically fly to the table in front of each student. "Perhaps you'll look at your grades... and regret spending time on stupid flying sports instead of schoolwork—" smirked, and glanced at one of the Gryffindor kids, who was stunned Looking at the parchment in his hand, he obviously didn't listen to what he said just now.

It's actually hard not to notice him, considering his striking red hair...

"Mr. Weasley, do you have any complaints about your grades?" He walked over slowly, but before he got there, the classmates beside the child exclaimed, which just solved his doubts.

"Merlin, Bill...you got an O!" the classmate shouted.

Everyone was clearly taken aback - including Snape himself.

Bill Weasley was definitely the first Gryffindor student ever to get an O from Snape.

"First... sir—" Bill said tremblingly. "You... are you making a mistake?" Merlin knew how much courage he had to show just to ask this sentence, who made the professor in front of him never give any of them a good face? Look, and points are deducted and fined for confinement...

Snape narrowed his eyes, and was about to open his mouth to return the paper and change his grades... A voice suddenly sounded in his head──

"The kid Bill's thesis was perfect even by your standards, Severus…"

That's Tahlia.

Tahlia, who sat across from him, watched him grade homework.

Snape seemed to have returned to the scene at that time.

"And you only gave him an E…" Tahlia started flipping through the papers of the rest of the Gryffindor students. "And these don't even get an A—"

How did he answer at that time?

"I think a P is enough to perfectly explain that they don't have any knowledge in their heads at all."

"gentlemen?"

A timid voice pulled Snape away from his memory.

Damn.

Was he distracted in class just now?

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor for questioning the points I gave." After coldly dropping this sentence, Snape quickly turned around and walked back to the podium, ignoring the still disbelieving Bill Weasley.

He admits that the child is very talented, and almost no subject can beat him... and Tahlia back then──

Shaking his head angrily.

Why do I always think of her unconsciously...

Besides, he is far from Tahlia──

"Today we're going to continue with last week's unfinished potion...the steps are already on the blackboard, and if you succeed...today's potion will be able to mix with last week's potion to make a perfect coagulant. You have an hour , start." He announced, and the students below started to act immediately, not daring to delay even a second.

In the following courses, the students gradually discovered something was wrong...

The normally scary Professor Snape wouldn't be walking between them all the time today, spewing out a long string of words that made them all wonder if something hit them in the head when they were born, but sat with a dark face At the front of the classroom, he stared blankly at a certain point in the classroom, and he didn't even react to the loud noise of someone blowing up the cauldron.

The poor child who blew up the cauldron stood there hesitantly, not knowing what to do... and Snape didn't seem to want to talk to them at all──on the verge of crying with anxiety──

Obviously, even though Professor Snape is not forgiving, he can almost stop them before they cause any tragedies.

Today is so weird...

"Let me help you..." The student was stopped by the voice, turned his head and found that it was Bill. "My potion is only cooled down...uh...should—" he said with a smile, and then looked at the dark green potion in his cauldron behind him with some embarrassment, which seemed not quite the emerald green required on the blackboard. Same, but whoever—

With that said, he drew out his wand and directly disposed of the black mass in the cauldron in front of him, and re-ignited the fire. "Go get some more herbs, Karl."

In the end, they managed to hand in the potion just before the bell rang.

And Snape finally came back to his senses, and watched the students coldly hand in their finished products of this class one by one...

wait-

He squinted.

"Mr. Weasley, what's going on?" He stopped the red-haired boy who was about to run away after handing in the potion. "I remember that the potion I asked for was emerald green, not this..." He glanced at the dark green liquid in disgust. "...this kind of thing."

"Uh..." Bill looked down. "Sorry, sir - I put leech juice in too soon..." Thankfully, the finished product he made for Karl didn't have this problem, but Professor Snape probably didn't want to hear the reason at all.

"Five points from Gryffindor for being absent-minded in class," Snape said.

Bill looked at Snape in astonishment, and then at the other bottles of potions on the table that had nothing to do with green, who was distracted?

Obviously the person in front of him is the one who lost his mind for the whole class just now!

"Still waiting for me to deduct your points?" Seeing the red-haired student in front of him standing there in a daze with an unbelievable look on his face, Snape frowned and spoke again.

"No, sir... I'll go right away." Bill stepped back quickly, grabbed his things in a hurry and left the classroom, joking...staying with Professor Snape who is behaving strangely, who knows if it will be a second He suddenly went crazy and made the students into potion ingredients──

Looking at the back of the red-haired Gryffindor who fled the classroom in a hurry, Snape was dazed again.

Bill Weasley's performance was not as expected, and he didn't know why he was extremely angry. That kid shouldn't have ruined his talent like everyone else... Obviously Tahlia personally affirmed his ability.

Then he saw the only potion that showed emerald green among the many potion bottles...

With the name on the potion bottle, it is impossible to make a potion that meets the standard──

He understood instantly.

Nice to always be so nosy...

And Tahlia was absolutely right...

The kid Weasley was doing well.

If she came back, Snape would definitely tell him about it.

He could completely predict her reaction, smiled proudly at himself, and said. "I told you that Bill is a good student..."

As long as he waits until the day she comes back, he will definitely have a good talk with her...

Dumbledore had asked him to do this a long time ago, but he had chosen to ignore the offer back then, and now, maybe he should get to know Tahlia again.

However, no one thought that it would take such a long time for her to leave.

Three years have passed in a flash, and no one has gotten any news about Tahlia during this period.

Absolutely not.

Neither Dumbledore nor Black could make contact with Tahlia.

Snape felt for the first time how wrong school was without Tahlia, even though she had only been there for half a year.

He often loses his mind, and when he is walking in the corridor, he will suddenly stop and stand with empty eyes. After he regains his senses, the unlucky students who happen to pass by will suffer, and a lot of them will be deducted for various wonderful reasons. Scores, as time goes by, all students know one thing—whether they are freshmen or old students, as long as they see Professor Snape suddenly startled, unless it is in class, otherwise, it is right to avoid it, absolutely do not risk yourself. pass by.

By the time he realized it, he was already standing at the door of the principal's office that was opened because he had knocked on the door, and the old man inside was looking at him with a smile.

It seemed that he hadn't spoken to Dumbledore alone since the day he showed himself those memories...

What can he say?

Could it be that he told Dumbledore that he really wanted to have a good talk with Tahlia for a while now, and the last thing he wanted was for the old man in front of him to give him that 'I told you so' look.

It seems that everyone around him knows Tahlia better than himself.

And the sad thing is, once he thought that the person who knew her best was himself.

"What's the matter, Severus?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Snape walked in stiffly and sat down. "You can't contact...her at all?"

"Who?"

Dumbledore must have done it on purpose—

"You know who I'm talking about," Snape said through gritted teeth. "You really have no way of finding her?"

"It's a big world, kid," said Dumbledore. "What's more, the letters I sent with owls for two years hoping that she would return to the professorship were all returned intact. Do you think I will have a way to find her?"

Snape said nothing more, just looked at Dumbledore with an accusing look.

"I can't help but wonder what's going on, Severus." Dumbledore wasn't annoyed by the look. "Keeping Tahlia away for so long..."

"And you think I'll know?" Snape said, frowning. "I don't understand. Even if she wants to leave, she will tell me, won't she?"

After all, Tahlia always wanted to talk to herself... If she really had to leave for such a long time, she would definitely tell him first with anxiety—whether he cared about it or not at the time.

"That's what I find strange." Dumbledore said slowly. "It's not at all like her usual style."

The most logical explanation was that something must have happened that he didn't know about, and there was a good chance it had something to do with Snape.

But it also confused him.

The young man in front of him obviously didn't understand what happened from the bottom of his heart.

Is it really possible that Tahlia suddenly disappeared for such a long time without any reason?

"I think we overlooked some details at the time, Severus... Maybe you should think about it carefully before questioning me—" He continued, surprised to see a slight hesitation on Snape's face after thinking for a while look. "What do you remember?"

"No, I was thinking too much." Snape replied stiffly.

"Severus..."

"Well, I made a potion then—" Snape said sullenly. "It took me a lot of energy to find all the ingredients, but after the potion was ready... it disappeared──"

"Disappeared?" Dumbledore asked, straightening up unconsciously.

Snape nodded slowly. "But I don't have the slightest impression of that..."

"And you... just thought of telling me now?" Dumbledore spoke softly after a moment of silence. "I guess I'll have to know more, Severus…"

"You mean—"

"Meaning, I have to hear your full description, all the details about that day—" Dumbledore looked at Snape very seriously. "No matter how trivial you think those things are, child."