[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Almost at the same time that Snape closed the door, Tahlia seemed to lose her support suddenly, her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees.

There was darkness in front of her eyes for a moment, and there seemed to be something blocked in her chest, which caused her to open her mouth reflexively, and coughed forcefully──

"Tahlia!"

Harry at the side was holding a few books and was about to put them on the shelf. When he heard the movement and turned around, he was horrified to find that Tahlia was kneeling on the ground, and the floor in front of her was splashed with a small amount... Blood.

He hurried over and looked at Tahlia nervously.

She stared wide-eyed, as if she was in disbelief that she was coughing up blood, staring blankly at the floor.

"Tahlia." Harry yelled again, standing aside worriedly, but completely at a loss as to what to do, standing there with the equally bewildered Nigel.

"It's okay." Tahlia waved her wand, and the little pool of blood on the ground disappeared without a trace.

She stood up slowly and straightened her robe. "You're so nervous," she said. "I'm not dead yet."

"Dead?" Nigel growled suddenly. "Tahlia can't die!" He rushed forward and hugged Tahlia, even though his head was below her waist considering his height. "I don't want to never see you—"

Tahlia froze for a moment before she reached out and patted Nigel's head, but she didn't speak, didn't make any sound.

And her behavior obviously terrified Nigel even more, he raised his head nervously, his eyes filled with fear. "Tahlia isn't going to die, is she?"

Tahlia frowned. "Everyone dies someday, Nigel," she said slowly. "I'd be lying to you if I said I wouldn't die."

Nigel lowered his head, as if he was seriously thinking about whether Tahlia's words were true──

"Like my parents?" After a long time, he asked in a low voice.

"Not the same," Tahlia said, and the voice seemed softer than Nigel's. "You'll know later...it's totally different—"

"Different?" Nigel blinked. "Why?"

Tahlia crouched carefully so that her eyes were level with Nigel's. "I told you, you'll know later." Pausing for a while, seeing Nigel wrinkle his little face together in desperate thinking, he reached out and patted his head again. "I'll definitely tell you later, don't think about it now, okay?"

Nigel hesitated for a while before slowly nodding and extending his hand. "Don't lie to me!" he said.

Tahlia held that small hand, feeling the warmth from that small fist, and opened her mouth. "Do not lie to you."

Nigel smiled, and Tahlia couldn't help pinching his cheek, and said. "Let's keep tidying things up... we'll have to figure out where you and Harry sleep later—"

Seeing Nigel nodding happily, he turned around and continued to take out the things in the box, and then Tahlia stood up, and found that Harry was not distracted by what he had just said, and was still staring at him in a daze. Own.

"You...are you going to die?" Harry asked softly, the voice was so small that Nigel, who was packing up his things excitedly, couldn't hear him at all.

Obviously Tahlia's health has been very bad, how can a normal and healthy person happen to her previous condition at any time...

But it never occurred to him that Tahlia might die.

Tahlia didn't answer right away, but looked at Harry quietly before speaking slowly. "I have no idea."

What she said was true.

She really didn't know what was going on with her current situation... Thinking about it now, maybe she would die suddenly one day without waiting for Voldemort to do it himself──

"I don't know, Harry…" she repeated, lowering her voice even further. "Secret it for me, can you?" She glanced at the short figure not far away who was scurrying around holding something. "Don't tell Nigel this is a secret between the two of us—"

Harry frowned, and Tahlia immediately poked his forehead. "Don't always frown at a young age."

"It's Tahlia!" Harry retorted not to be outdone. "You can't frown all the time, either."

"I don't frown all the time." Tahlia said, and when she saw Harry's expression that he was right, she realized that she had unconsciously frowned when she said this.

Cleared his throat. "Anyway, I want you to promise me."

"I promise you." Harry replied quickly.

"Yeah." Tahlia nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you," she said, and pointed to the large boxes nearby. "Keep sorting out... I think we have too many books—" Especially with a large case full of Nigel's potions books.

And Tahlia didn't want Snape to know that at all.

Since her return, so much has happened beyond her control, and she still can't understand how she was persuaded by Snape to go back to school—

Obviously she had already decided to stay away from him completely.

This conflicting and confused mood caused Tahlia to have a bad face even at the start-of-school feast, and of course, Snape did the same.

Tahlia refused the empty seat that Dumbledore had offered her next to Snape, and walked to the other side of the teachers' table, and took the seat next to Hagrid, which made Snape even more sullen.

He felt like he'd tried to be nice to Tahlia in every possible way, but her attitude didn't just make him feel frustrated, in fact, after that disappointment, it was replaced by annoyance.

Annoyed with himself, and annoyed with Tahlia's constant impatience with him.

Therefore, when the students walked in through the opened door, they were all frightened by the black air emanating from the left and right of the teacher's long table, and stood at the door in astonishment. No one dared to be the first to enter the hall people.

In the end, it was Dumbledore who made an exception and stood up before the first year came in and spoke. "Don't stand still at the door, come in, children—" Only then did the hesitant students step into the hall one after another, and went to sit at the dining table of the college they belonged to.

"Charlie, there's one more professor." At the long table in Gryffindor, a tall boy with red hair pushed a taller boy with red hair who was sitting beside him, and said. "look……"

The boy named Charlie, after carefully observing the teacher's long table, turned his head and spoke in a low voice. "There is really one more..."

They were all used to changing Defense Against the Dark Arts professors every year. Could it be that Headmaster Dumbledore specially invited two people to come this year to prevent this situation?

"I seem to recognize the woman next to Hagrid..." Bill narrowed his eyes, trying to make up for the lack of clarity due to the distance, and after staring for a while, he suddenly exclaimed. "Merlin...it's...it's Professor Watson!"

It never occurred to him that she would go back to school to teach—

Although almost all the classmates looked at her not very well, but he always knew that Professor Watson really wanted to do her job well, and every time he handed in a paper, he would find the above Wrote a lot of her personal opinions, even though he was only in the first grade at that time, it was very useful to him.

Regardless of her reputation, he had to admit that she was definitely the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher he had ever met in school.

This year is his NEWTs year, if she really comes back to teach, then it must be of great help to him.

"Tahlia Watson?" Charlie frowned when he heard it. "The Death Eater?"

"Hush!" Bill slapped Charlie on the head. "You weren't in school at the time so you didn't know, she taught well—and besides, there's no evidence she was a Death Eater, Charlie!" he said earnestly. "Believe me, if she really came back as a professor, then your OWLs this year will be much easier!"

"Who has always been as good as your grades?" Charlie rolled his eyes angrily. "My future ambitions don't require any grades—"

"Are you really going to play Quidditch for the rest of your life?" Bill raised one eyebrow suspiciously.

"Of course not!" Charlie said excitedly, his eyes seemed to be shining suddenly. "I want to study Fantastic Beasts! When I graduate—"

"Charlie…" Bill couldn't help interrupting. "I don't mean to knock you down, most magical creatures are dangerous, my good brother—" he said, ignoring Charlie's suddenly frozen face. "And this means that you must at least learn spells and Defense Against the Dark Arts well──" he smiled brilliantly. "If you fail your exam this year, Mom will kill you."

Charlie was about to open his mouth to refute something, but the door of the hall was opened again at the same time, and a small group of nervous first-year students walked in behind Professor McGonagall, and his and Bill's eyes were immediately caught by one of the crowd and Their little kid with the exact same red hair got sucked in.

"Forget about that..." Charlie said. "Percy is going to be sorted—"

Bill nodded in agreement, and together with his younger brother sitting aside, looked expectantly at the small figure in the crowd.

Both of them hoped for the same thing in their hearts - please Merlin let their younger brother enter Gryffindor...

The two Weasley brothers feel that the sorting ceremony has never been so long. They are almost anxious to death. This year's list sounds even more than previous years. McGanagall has been called for a long time, but it seems that the name of Percy Weasley just can't be called .

at last……

"Percy Wealsey."

I saw the red-haired child walking up to the stage anxiously, and even Bill and Charlie who were sitting on the long table held their breath──

"Gryffindor!"

awesome!

Bill looked relieved at the sight, smiled brightly at them, and happily gave a thumbs up to their brother who was running towards them.

"Good job, Percy!" Charlie praised vigorously, and patted Percy's back, who was already sitting next to them, so hard that he almost hit his head on the table.

Percy blushed and muttered something under his breath that no one could hear, which only made his two older brothers laugh out loud.

And after Percy finished sorting the houses, it seemed that soon, the freshmen in the center also had their own houses. In the blink of an eye, Dumbledore in the middle of the teacher's long table had slowly stood up and was about to speak.

And when the principal on the stage told them about the personnel changes this year, all the people, including Bill, unconsciously widened their eyes, and there was only one thought in their minds──

It felt like, at least for the whole year, their Potions classes would be miserable.