[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"I won't let you die like this, Tahlia."

Tahlia froze in astonishment, staring straight at Snape, then surprised that she couldn't find any sign that he was lying...

But that's not possible.

She began to wonder if Snape had been knocked out of his head by being blown out of his office the other day, or if—

"Tears of the Everlasting..." She said a word softly.

"What?" Snape froze. "You..." He hesitated for a while before speaking. "How do you know about that thing?"

"I know more than you know, Snape." Tahlia said flatly, shaking her head. "As much as I know that's the most important material for making Hope and Disillusionment."

"You—" Snape opened his mouth, unable to say anything.

Tahlia even knew of the potion's existence.

"Surprised?" Tahlia curled up her lips mockingly. "Although I don't like this subject very much, at least I now have the title of an assistant teacher of Potions—"

Snape shook his head. "That potion wasn't some common potion that would be written about in a regular potions book, Tahlia, I'm not an idiot."

Tahlia didn't answer right away, but slowly picked up the medicine bottle filled with clear liquid on the small table, stared at it seriously, as if she was studying something, after a while, she turned around and smiled. "So, can you, who is not an idiot, please kindly tell me what the exact utility of this thing is?"

Ordering himself to ignore the sarcasm in Tahlia's words, Snape said calmly. "Cure for symptoms of physical erosion caused by black magic."

"Black magic erosion?"

Snape patiently explained. "Simply put, it's a side effect of casting black magic──"

"Casting dark magic spells has no side effects, Snape, do you think I'm stupid?" Tahlia interrupted, frowning as well. "If there were side effects, we wouldn't have to work so hard on Voldemort, would we? Because he would kill himself." Thinking about the spells he used, it would take a while to find out the spells that weren't black magic. Fan Kung Fu...

"But that's what happened to you," Snape said. "I speculate that maybe when you cast some spell in the past, it just happened that your body was abnormally weak due to some unknown reasons──" He shut his mouth abruptly.

Tahlia's eyes were wide open, and even though she hadn't said anything, Snape didn't have to think too much to tell that she was angry, and in a very angry way...

The problem is, he's racking his brains and can't figure out what he said wrong again, it seems that it's normal for him to inadvertently make Tahlia angry... This makes him feel inexplicably frustrated──

"Maybe..." In the end, to Snape's surprise, Tahlia didn't let him leave with a single word like before, but spoke flatly. "I have to admit...you are absolutely right."

This left Snape at a loss as to how to react. "so you……"

"You meddle too much, Professor Snape." Tahlia cut him off coldly. "Now our minds should be on more important things. Since you can guarantee that you can cure my minor illness, there is no need to worry about the reason, is there?"

silence.

It took a moment before Snape nodded reluctantly. "you are right."

Even though he cared from the bottom of his heart, wondering how Tahlia could be so weak that she could be corrupted by black magic... but she was acting like she was clearly not going to tell him anything.

Finally, he barely opened his mouth. "But you still have to drink that potion, Tahlia."

That was the main reason he was here, he had to watch Tahlia take the pill so he could convince himself that nothing would happen to her.

What about the soul tablet in Potter, what about killing the Dark Lord, those are secondary──

Tahlia stared at Snape for a while, and finally, finally, unscrewed the bottle cap, raised her head and drank all the potion inside.

"How?" Unable to hide his anxiety, Snape spoke immediately.

Tahlia raised her eyebrows first, then gave him a suspicious look before answering. "It tastes bad."

"Next time I'll try to improve—"

"Come on, Snape, how could you as a Potions Master make such a mistake?" Tahlia interrupted him again. "Even I know that the taste of the potion cannot be changed, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced..." He put on a standard smile. "Now that everything that should be done is done, and I have taken the medicine, how long do you plan to stay here?"

"I..." Snape opened his mouth, thinking of saying something that would allow him to talk to Tahlia a little more, but in the end, he could only speak dryly. "I'm already planning to leave." As he said, he walked slowly towards the door──

"Wait," Tahlia yelled suddenly.

Snape stopped in his tracks and turned his head, a look of delight flashed across his face, but he didn't say anything, just quietly waiting for Tahlia to speak.

"Thank you anyway, Snape," Tahlia said, her expression serious and serious.

Snape froze for a moment.

Tahlia thanked him, even though he thought he hadn't done anything, compared to what she had done before, the fact that he made the potion with so little effort was nothing compared to it, far from it.

But she said thank you anyway.

"It's all of my own free will, Tahlia," he replied dryly. "You don't need to thank me."

"It's also out of my own will." Tahlia said flatly. "The fact is that you did help me a little bit, and I don't mean to deny it."

Snape suddenly didn't know what he should say at this time. He used to always say what he thought, and he never cared about how others would feel after hearing it, but he was very concerned now. I hope the woman in front of me will show an angry or sad expression after hearing his words...

The problem is that he has never had the experience of being so careful when speaking, and he has never understood how to say it so as not to make the other person feel disgusted.

Finally, he squeezed out a word. "I see." Turning around slowly. "I think I should leave too—"

Tahlia nodded, didn't speak any more, stood dumbly, waiting for Snape to leave, and he didn't linger, and after a while, she was the only one left in the office...not counting the one who was sleeping on the sofa Harry.

Tahlia still stood there in a daze, her eyes fixed on the direction of the door, the conversation just now filled her whole thoughts, the way they got along today was really weird, even after Snape had already left, She still felt very unreal.

Snape seemed to be a different man again...

Shake your head.

No, she shouldn't think about how he changed, that's not what she should care about...

Turning around slowly, he took a few steps forward, gently picked Harry up, and walked towards his and Nigel's small bedroom.

Unknowingly, it became very difficult to hold Harry and free one hand to open the door. The time passed really quickly. The child has grown a lot taller, and his thinking has matured a lot──

The same is true for Nigel, from when he was born to now, it is not so much that he relies on her, it is better to say that she cannot live without Nigel's company, she is definitely more dependent on him than anyone imagined, maybe she should be glad that she was not impulsive at the beginning made the wrong choice and left him alone...

Or maybe, that was the only precious thing she got from Snape.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Tahlia opened the door and saw Nigel still huddled in the chair next to his small desk, studying a thick-looking book intently.

"I'm going to bed already," Nigel said, closing the book as he did, jumping lightly from the chair and running to Tahlia's side. "I just heard Harry screaming for pain—"

"Yeah." Tahlia replied, put Harry on the bed, took off his shoes and covered him with the blanket. "But he won't have those nightmares again in the future, you can rest assured."

Nigel nodded and hopped to his own crib, but was stopped by Tahlia when he was about to climb up.

"You forgot to brush your teeth, Nigel," Tahlia reminded grimly. "If you still want someone to remind you to brush your teeth before going to bed every day, how can you tell people that you have grown up?"

"I forgot!" Nigel giggled, and quickly ran into the bathroom. After a while, he returned to the small room, looking at Tahlia expectantly.

Tahlia couldn't help laughing, stepped forward and tapped Nigel's head forcefully. "You have to remember it yourself in the future. I don't want to be called a dirty guy who doesn't pay attention to hygiene when you grow up."

"No way!" Nigel retorted.

"Okay, okay, no…" Tahlia smiled, urging Nigel to get into bed. "When you grow up, there will be many people who will like you."

"Really?" Nigel asked in surprise, then frowned as if remembering something. "But I don't care if people like me or not, I don't want to talk to them anyway..."

"That's not okay..." Tahlia said seriously. "You can't always be like now, just listen to me and don't talk to anyone. One day you have to learn to judge by yourself, who can be your friend and who is not worthy of our contact, although it may be Believe in the wrong person, or suspect the wrong person, but those are experiences, and what we have to do is never to be deceived by the same person twice, I say this, you understand?"

Nigel thought for a while, then nodded half-understanding.

But this reaction was enough for Tahlia. She rubbed Nigel's head in satisfaction, and said good night to him before slowly standing up, intending to go back to the office, but when she opened the door , but was shouted.

She turned her head and looked at Nigel suspiciously.

And Nigel looked hesitant at the moment, far from the carefree and innocent look just now, Tahlia vaguely felt that no matter what he wanted to say, it would not be an easy question to answer...

Sure enough, Nigel spoke after hesitating for a while.

And that question made Tahlia freeze in place for a moment, unable to speak for a while.

"Tahlia, my parents... how did they die?"