[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Nigel nodded seriously and said loudly. "I'll fix it myself!" It seems that the louder you say it, the more confidence you have in yourself.

"Then you should take off your socks and put on clean ones first, Nigel," Tahlia said softly. "I don't need to look to know that your wet sock has left footprints all over the place you just walked—"

"Oh!" Nigel's eyes widened, and he quickly took off the socks on his feet, carried them with one hand, and squatted down with the rag in the other, and began to dry the wet footprints he had just stepped on along the way.

Harry couldn't help laughing, but then looked at Tahlia worriedly again.

She still looked very uncomfortable, she didn't have the mind to pay attention to what Nigel was doing, she just frowned, raised her head and pressed her forehead with her hands.

Harry wasn't sure exactly when Tahlia started doing this from time to time, all he knew was that as long as he could remember, Tahlia would often sit like this, as if she had lost all strength, and at that time she would become abnormal silence.

He never knew what to do in such a situation, it was not written in any book he read, so every time Tahlia was not feeling well, he could only sit with Nigel and wait for Tahlia She recovered, sometimes very quickly, and within a few minutes Tahlia was able to interact with them normally, and sometimes, she would maintain the same position of pressing her forehead, and then fell asleep.

Just like it is now.

Tahlia's hands dropped limply, but her eyes were still closed, her breathing became slow and even, and Harry knew that Tahlia had fallen asleep.

This is a better situation, because it means that the next day she will be back to normal.

The worst fear was that Tahlia fell into a coma without warning, just like the situation two weeks ago. In that case, even if she woke up the next day, she would be weak for several days and unable to do anything.

When he came back to his senses, Harry found that Nigel had quietly taken a blanket from the bedroom and covered Tahlia.

This is a tacit understanding they have gradually developed. Whenever Tahlia accidentally falls asleep, Nigel will automatically fetch the blanket, and Harry himself-

Walking to the room where Tahlia was full of books, after thinking about it for a while, he took out a book with a dark green cover, walked back to the living room, and laid out a page of the book casually beside Tahlia .

Of course, no one would really think that Tahlia fell asleep while reading a book because of this, and even Tahlia herself would not hypnotize herself like this, but as long as no one said it clearly, this little tacit understanding would always exist between the three of them.

That night, Harry found some food from the refrigerator and warmed it up to eat. Of course, he didn't forget about Nigel. In fact, when a little head was looking for food by himself, he followed him expectantly. When he went, it was hard not to notice him.

A small sigh.

And this sighing behavior is very discordant for a child who is less than seven years old.

"Isn't this delicious?" Nigel raised his head immediately when he heard the sigh, and then looked at the plate with some bean paste in front of Harry with a confused expression. The bowl was pushed to Harry. "Otherwise I'll give you to eat!"

"Come on, you obviously hate mashed beans." Harry rolled his eyes. "And I didn't say my refried beans were bad."

Nigel pouted, lowered his head, and began to stir the food in his bowl with his spoon. "Obviously you just said that bean paste is not good..."

Harry took another mouthful of refried beans. "I was thinking, if Tahlia doesn't take care of us, we'll be nothing..."

"Tahlia doesn't take care of us anymore?" Nigel was so frightened that he couldn't even hold the spoon in his hand when he heard this, and it fell on the table and the bowl with a loud clang.

"I said if!" Harry growled. "I mean, if one day Tahlia doesn't take care of us, we can't just eat this kind of stuff all the time..."

"But…" Nigel looked very nervous. "But... Tahlia won't take care of us... right?" Harry clearly promised himself, he said that Tahlia's favorite thing is his! "Right?" he asked again.

Harry nodded slowly.

He was sure Tahlia would never leave Nigel alone, and for some reason, he just felt that way.

But he couldn't be sure that Tahlia would get tired of carrying herself someday—

YouQi heard that Tahlia told the principal earlier without hesitation that she wanted to go to school by herself and stay with someone else—although the matter was dropped in the end.

Saying you don't care would be a lie.

Sometimes he can't help but envy Nigel, because the way Tahlia looks at Nigel is different from the way she looks at herself.

But this envy usually doesn't last long, because he knows he has important, important things to do.

Voldemort killed his parents, and he wanted to kill himself too.

He will beat him with his own hands, absolutely!

Although he is still very young, he will definitely become stronger when he grows up.

"Don't worry, Nigel..." Harry said seriously. "Tahlia will not leave you, and I will protect you!"

"I'll protect you too!" Nigel responded loudly, and then smiled brightly.

Early the next morning, Tahlia woke up, put away the blanket she was wearing, and put the book on the side back to its original place. Then she found two children sleeping soundly on the bed in the small bedroom.

They were too fast asleep to see, and Tahlia watched them smile slightly as they entered the room.

At the same time, a roar came from the headmaster of Hogwarts in the distance.

"That's what she said?!"

Snape stood, growling at Dumbledore. "She would rather take the trouble to bring Potter here every week than agree to your invitation?" He said, shaking his head incomprehensibly. "I never knew she would make such a time-wasting decision—"

What's more, Tahlia has been a professor before, and there is no problem of adapting to it at all.

"Because she's not the Tahlia we used to know, Severus..." Dumbledore said wearily. "I think you should clearly feel—"

Snape shut his mouth immediately, glaring at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed, but instead of looking at Snape, he turned his head away, as if suddenly finding it interesting to stare at the pile of silver in his room spinning. "I have no reason to persuade her to go back to school, boy—"

"Isn't that enough of a reason that I have to keep an eye on Potter?" Snape growled.

"It's an excuse, not a reason—Severus." Dumbledore turned his head slowly, staring at Snape seriously, making him subconsciously order himself to restrain his temper. "And Tahlia knows this, which means that if you can't think of a very reasonable reason that she can't refute before the start of school, then don't expect her to suddenly change her mind and want to return to the professorship." Pause After a while, seeing Snape's unusually ugly face, he changed into a stern tone and spoke. "If you really want to get along well with Tahlia, you should at least try to do something yourself, instead of always asking me to arrange it for you──" Besides, the effect you can have on her is actually not that great.

Judging from the experience of the previous conversations, it was almost always Tahlia who persuaded herself.

Snape didn't speak.

Of course he tried.

Enduring the pain, he kept trying to knock on the door of their house, and sent notes for a week, hoping to meet and talk-although those notes never seemed to get a response, he even held on to the last glimmer of hope. Potter's excuse, hoping that Dumbledore would get Tahlia back at school—

What more could he do?

In view of everything he did above, Tahlia couldn't react at all.

Snape slumped into the armchair, burying his face in his hands.

"Can't you see that I have nothing to do?" he murmured.

"There can be no unsolvable things in this world, Severus—" Dumbledore said softly. "It's just that the method hasn't been figured out yet."

A few days later, Snape was standing in his office, pacing uncontrollably, staring anxiously at the fireplace on the wall from time to time.

It’s just that Tahlia will come over, so there’s no need to be so nervous—he kept telling himself, but his body is still disobedient, that is, he can’t sit calmly on the chair, and he is still tormenting back and forth almost a layer has been worn away by him floor.

Then green flames burst from the fireplace.

Snape stared blankly at the figure who suddenly appeared with a child in the next second, and before he could react, he had already rushed out a sentence. "you are late."

The visitor glanced at the clock lightly. "No, I haven't," she said. "Since you didn't make it clear what time this stupid meeting was at the beginning."

"It's not a stupid meeting, Tahlia." Snape's face fell. "Researching this potion is not within the scope of my work—"

"I'll remember to ask Albus to make it up to you." Tahlia said coldly, then pushed and followed, looking timidly at Snape's little boy. "In the past, Harry."

And Harry, although he seemed hesitant, walked over slowly.

Snape raised the corners of his mouth, but did so when he realized that Tahlia was already making a move to leave the office. "where are you going?"

"Going to the only place in this school that can still be called attractive to me." Tahlia said without emotion, thought for a while, and added another word. "Library." Then he opened the door and disappeared without even looking back.

Snape and Harry were left standing there awkwardly, staring wide-eyed.

Snape felt terribly defeated.

Tahlia obviously couldn't stand being in the same room with him, and it made him almost forget that there was someone else in his office now—

almost forgot──

"Potter, come here," he growled.

He pulled out his wand angrily, cast a series of detection spells without warning, then pulled out a piece of parchment, and wrote down all the obtained data.

Potter is healthy, as it should be──

He can be sure that Tahlia's cooking skills are not bad, because he has tasted her homemade desserts many times, and now, when he thinks about it, he realizes that he hasn't tasted that taste in a long time—

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

Harry couldn't react for a moment, and he froze for a while before speaking. "Eat." Snape couldn't understand what Snape meant by asking that.

"But I haven't." Snape said flatly, calling out a house-elf and ordering him to prepare some food, and asked pretendingly casually. "Tahlia usually makes snacks?"

Harry shook his head quickly. "Never, sir." Looking at Snape in bewilderment.

Obviously Tahlia said that he was asked to come because Snape was going to make a potion for herself, but since he came, Snape only cast a spell on himself and did not move, but kept asking him, which sounded inconsequential trivia questions.

"Never?" Snape narrowed his eyes. "Potter, if you're lying, I'll know—"

"I'm not lying." Harry raised his voice slightly. "Tahlia never made us a snack—"

"You?" Snape didn't miss Harry's words. "You... mean you, and who?"

"Me and Nigel," Harry replied.

Snape closed his mouth, his brows furrowed involuntarily, lost in thought.

Who was the Nigel that Potter was talking about?

What was his relationship with Tahlia?