[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"Where did the principal go?"

Snape managed to put on a smile. "He's busy." He prayed to himself that Dumbledore's spell would work. "You can't expect him to be in this office all the time."

"Then what are you doing here?" Tahlia asked in a bad tone, wondering if Snape was inferring anything from what she had just said.

"Waiting to talk to you," Snape said dryly.

Tahlia frowned tightly. "What do you mean..." Then he understood, and his face became even darker because of it. "Ah, I see, there's no such thing as a note from Dumbledore, is there?" Although she didn't understand how Fawkes would be willing to pass the message on Snape's behalf, she didn't really want to know the answer to that question, anyway, it was probably Dumbledore acting as Bad guys and stuff...

Not intending to pay attention to the nervous looking Snape, she turned around, grabbed the Floo powder and wanted to leave...

He hesitated for a moment.

nervous……

Why was Snape nervous?

She had seen almost all the expressions Snape would put on when he was in front of her, and the expression of nervousness never appeared on his face, and he turned back slowly. "What are you thinking?" she asked.

"I was thinking that if you continued with what you just did, you'd find that the fireplace in this room was cut off the floo the moment you stepped in, Tahlia." Snape said word by word. , After finishing speaking, he squeezed out a stiff smile, forcing himself to ignore Tahlia's very unhappy face after hearing this sentence.

Without saying anything, Tahlia stepped towards the door──

"And that door was also sealed by the headmaster's spell." Snape spoke again.

Now Tahlia understood exactly what was going on.

It was definitely Dumbledore who found him with the excuse that he didn't exist, and then temporarily blocked all the exits for her, forcing her to talk to Snape.

It seemed that if she didn't do so, his power alone would not be able to compare with Dumbledore's magic. Thought, although still reluctant, she sat down in front of Snape without the slightest hesitation.

"What the hell are you thinking?" she asked.

"Want to have a good talk with you..." Snape replied slowly. "We never seemed to talk about anything so purely—"

"And I'm not surprised at all," Tahlia said coldly.

Snape shut his mouth for a moment, before telling himself to ignore the thick sarcasm in Tahlia's mouth. "But I think it's not too late to start now."

Tahlia snorted coldly, and it made Snape forget for a moment what had already come to his lips.

The room fell silent for a moment.

Dumbledore's words kept echoing in Snape's head...

He has already fallen in love with Tahlia without knowing it, and it all seems to make sense-why he would subconsciously be annoyed by a strange name for several days, or why he would feel alienated by Tahlia? Extraordinarily uncomfortable──

Now he understands.

"It's not too late?" Tahlia repeated softly after a long time, then stared straight at Snape. "What gave you this... the illusion that it's not too late?"

The past experience was too painful, and she felt that she no longer had the courage to face it again, or rather, to guess whether the too gentle Snape in front of her would hit her again the next moment.

Loving someone should be a very lucky thing, shouldn't it?

And she couldn't even understand why someone would call it lucky, considering her own experience can only be described as tragedy.

"It's you," Snape said, with no hint of affirmation in his tone. "I should have thought earlier that you still don't reject me as much as you show."

"Really..." Tahlia raised an eyebrow. "I really don't know where you get your confidence, Snape." She adjusted her sitting position before speaking again. "It seems that our conversations always end with your inexplicable self-righteousness, don't they?"

"What do you mean?" Snape asked, frowning.

Tahlia smirked. "You think you know me, but—who gave you the right to guess what I'm thinking?" There was a pause. "I thought that a Slytherin wouldn't make this kind of mistake—presuming other people's psychology. It's an insult to others, especially to me." After seeing Snape's face darken for a moment, she smiled again, And the laughter made Snape feel that she was really saying these words in a joke.

"I'm sitting here talking to you just because I thought it would be easier to just sit and wait than try to break the spell Albus cast on the door, but now I feel like I've been I wasted a lot of time... I don't have the time to wait until he comes back to undo the spell." As she spoke, she stood up slowly, walked towards the door, and turned her head back in front of the door. "I'm right, you can still be as selfish as before, Snape." After finishing speaking, he took out his wand and turned to face the door panel, muttering and trying to break the spell on the door.

Anyway, you can filter out a lot of offensive ones, but that doesn't fit Dumbledore's style at all, does it?

And Snape sat where he was, and had no chance to say a word to Tahlia at all, because no matter what he said, there would be no response, and Tahlia's attention was completely on breaking the spell, knowing that this conversation was going to happen again. Unknowingly screwed up by myself and confused at the same time.

He knows that his character has never been the kind that makes a good impression on others, but selfish...

He has no idea why Tahlia would use such words to describe him—

One hour later, Tahlia successfully lifted the spell cast by Dumbledore and walked away. Snape still couldn't ask the question, and could only watch Tahlia leave without any regrets...

Perhaps Dumbledore was wrong.

Or maybe, to make Tahlia fall in love with him again is a task that he will never be able to accomplish in his lifetime...

When Dumbledore finally got tired of walking around the campus and returned to his office, he thought he would see the two people who had already explained each other, but to his surprise, the spell he had cast on the door had already been lifted, and Snape was alone Sitting inside with a dark face, Tahlia was completely absent.

"I think you can tell by looking at it, that's right, she still left." Before Dumbledore could speak, Snape spoke first, and that tone was a mixture of distress and anger. "We never seem to be able to have a peaceful and rational conversation, Headmaster."

Dumbledore didn't speak, but walked slowly back to his seat, sat down, and waited for Snape to continue.

"Apparently she's not going to believe me no matter what I say..." Snape managed. "Because that's why I don't have a memory at all—" After a pause, he looked up, looking straight at Dumbledore. "What else can I do?" he asked. "If I've even lost her trust, what else can I do to bring her back to her original appearance?"

"I don't know..." was all Dumbledore could answer. "I don't know, boy—"

He also felt powerless to repair the relationship between the two of them, the plan would never catch up with the changes, and if he followed his plan, Tahlia and Severus should have reconciled as before, maybe he was too optimistic. maybe.

And when Snape left the office visibly frustrated, Dumbledore let out a long sigh. After this incident, Tahlia probably wouldn't trust him like that unreservedly.

And the relationship between the two young people still hasn't improved, which is definitely the result of his wrong decision.

Sighing again, he stood up and patted Fawkes on the back reassuringly, and he couldn't tell whether it was comforting him or comforting himself──

"Do you think there is room for the two of them to change?" He murmured.

Fawkes yelled, but unfortunately the short yell couldn't answer Dumbledore's question, and he shook his head, walked slowly and dejectedly back to his desk and sat down.

Probably all he can do now is to stand aside as a bystander, any intervention will have no effect...

Harry and Nigel had never felt so confused.

Ever since Tahlia said she was going out for a while, they stayed at home obediently and didn't get into any trouble, but who could kindly tell them why Tahlia didn't even say hello to them when she came back Quickly ducked into her room, seemed to be sulking, and hadn't come out for a long time.

Taking another worried look at the closed door, Harry hesitated for a moment before nudging Nigel's body. "Why don't you knock on the door and ask?"

"No!" Nigel shook his head immediately. "Tahlia is obviously angry, so I don't want to go."

An angry Tahlia was nothing like usual.

Although an angry Tahlia won't be as loud and fierce as Fred and George's mother, she will say nothing, no matter what they do, she will not be happy because of it, and then he and Harry will feel very scared, scared She would leave them alone in the next second and leave.

He wouldn't dare to talk to Tahlia now...

Tahlia didn't come out of the room even when it was dinner time, Harry took one last look, and after making sure she didn't plan to come out, he walked into the kitchen by himself and started looking for food in the refrigerator. Fortunately, the food they ate at noon There were quite a few left, all frozen by Tahlia in the freezer, and he just had to take them out and warm them up.

At least not just refried beans.

The smell of the food quickly made Nigel's stomach growl. Almost at the same time that Harry finished heating, he couldn't wait to run into the kitchen, claiming to serve him the plate, but Harry rolled his eyes and said that he Simply hungry and want to eat.

"I thought you bragged about cooking for Tahlia, Nigel." Harry couldn't help but spit.

"Me too," Nigel said as he ate. "But now Tahlia won't let me in the kitchen at all... I can already see the pot on the stove!"

"But I think you have great potential to grow taller." Harry commented. "I used to only make refried beans because I couldn't even touch the stove at that time—" After a pause, his eyes suddenly flashed. "Maybe your parents are tall!"

At the mention of his parents, Nigel's eyes dimmed a bit. "Tahlia said they were dead, Harry." If only Tahlia had been his mother.

"I know." Harry said seriously. "But it doesn't stop you from imagining what they look like. I often think about what my parents look like now, or what they will say to me."

"Imagine what they...like?" Nigel repeated.

And almost instantly, Tahlia's smiling face appeared in his mind.No matter how much he imagined, his mother's face in his mind was still Tahlia's.

As if his mother really was Tahlia.