[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"I see, thank you very much." Tahlia bowed deeply, with excitement on her face, and said to the young man standing in front of her who was a little at a loss because of her actions.

"Where." The young man waved his hands.He was wearing a light-colored full suit. Although he didn't know why it was messy, it was not difficult to see his original gentle temperament. Although he deliberately combed his hair neatly, he couldn't hide his childish face. "You're the one who helped me so much, really—"

Tahlia smiles. "No, I really should thank you. If I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't be happy all my life, Mr. Kent." Seeing what Kent wanted to say again, she interrupted him. "So, shall we contact you later?"

Kent shuts his mouth.After a while, he nodded again and said. "Yes, I don't know how to contact you later?"

Tahlia thought about it for a while, and finally decided to tell Kent her brother's home phone number, after all, she didn't even think of putting a phone where she lived now. "Call here..." As he spoke, he wrote the phone number on a small piece of paper and handed it over. "You tell them that you want to contact me, and I will know."

"Okay." Kent took the paper and put it away carefully.

"Then, I'll go first." Tahlia nodded slightly, stood up from the sofa, and straightened the clothes on her body. "I look forward to hearing from you, Mr. Kent."

She feels she is very lucky today.

After Harry had left on the train and she had taken Nigel out of the train station, she never thought that she would meet such a man at this time, who happened to have what she needed very much.

And this young man's attitude also made her very appreciative, she hadn't seen such a person for a long time, talking with him didn't need to consume any energy at all, it was very relaxed.

After bidding farewell to Kent, she returned to a nearby hotel room, and waiting inside was a small child with black hair.

"Nigel." She called out, and some images suddenly appeared in her mind, and she smiled unconsciously.

Nigel was about to complain to Tahlia when Harry and she left him alone like this, but because of Tahlia's smile, he forgot all the troubles for a moment.

"Tahlia, are you happy?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah." Tahlia nodded, still smiling. "I'm happy now."

"Because of that person just now?" Nigel asked, but he didn't understand better because of Tahlia's nod again, but was still puzzled. "Why are you so happy to meet him?"

"Well..." Tahlia thought for a moment. "Probably because I'm finally doing something I love to do..."

"Oh..." Nigel nodded, not sure if he really understood.

Tahlia laughed. "Okay, we have to leave for school, you don't want to miss Harry's sorting house, do you?"

Nigel nodded again, and then suddenly realized what Tahlia said, and jumped up excitedly, shouting excitedly. "Can I see Harry's sorting house? Are you going to let me see Harry's sorting house? Really?"

"That's right," Tahlia said. "This year is the sorting ceremony for your most, most, favorite Harry." A few words were deliberately emphasized. "Besides, you're old enough, I don't think I need to worry about any accidents at the school-opening banquet—"

"I wouldn't have had an accident at the start-of-school party!" Nigel muttered, puffing out his cheeks. "I stay in the office very well every time..."

"Of course I know." Tahlia patted Nigel's head, then casually picked up an ashtray on the small table nearby, took out her wand and waved it. "So this year I'm very relieved to take you to the school feast, it's all thanks to your good performance every year...Here, grab it." She stuffed the ashtray into Nigel's hand, but she didn't let go hand. "Get ready, we're leaving—"

Almost as soon as she spoke the last word, they disappeared in place.

It's been a long time since Tahlia has traveled with a Portkey, and it's Nigel's first time, so Nigel would have been there when they experienced what seemed like a squeezed space for a few seconds before landing on the soft Hogwarts grass. The pale face looks even paler, and it doesn't look very comfortable...

"Are you okay?" Tahlia asked jokingly.

Nigel squeezed his mouth shut and shook his head quickly.

"You should have heard of this, it's called a portkey." Tahlia said with a smile. "Sorry, but this is the fastest way for us to get back to school. There is no fireplace connected to the Floo network there, and you are too young. I can't apparate with you..."

Nigel still kept his mouth shut, standing straight where he was.

This is surprising.

Most people should stumble when using the Portkey for the first time.

After a while, Nigel finally opened his mouth, and he just said one sentence. "I hate portkeys."

Tahlia chuckled. "How about that? It's already the most comfortable way to travel...unless you want to use a broomstick..."

"I don't want a broom either!" Nigel immediately shook his head vigorously.As long as he thought about what Harry described to him about riding a broomstick and riding a roller coaster, he didn't like it...

"Then you'll have to wait until you're an adult and try to learn Apparation..." Tahlia said with a smile. "But I still have to remind you that Apparation doesn't feel much better than a Portkey—"

Nigel shut his mouth immediately, his brows were furrowed, as if he really began to think about what kind of movement he should choose in the future.

But Tahlia didn't make him think for too long, the sky was completely dark at this time, after all, she and Kent took Muggle transportation for more than six hours to reach their destination, and then they talked for a long time , As a result, the time is already a bit late now, if they continue to dawdle like this, Harry may have already finished sorting by the time they arrived at the hall.

At this moment, Harry certainly didn't know that Tahlia was thinking of rushing to the hall, but he didn't have the time to continue thinking about where Tahlia had gone. In fact, he was full of anxiety now, and he was obviously not the only one who felt this way.

Harry and Draco stood with a small group of people in the middle of the hall between the two long tables, all staring nervously at a hat on the stool on the front stage, even though they had learned that the Sorting ceremony only required them to wear it. Hat, there is no need to accept the legendary difficult test at all, but this news still seems to have no effect on calming their uneasy emotions.

The hat sang something and Harry didn't even listen carefully, besides, the almost out-of-key voice obviously made him even more restless in the current atmosphere.

Originally, he had been hesitating about which college he wanted to go to, but now he realized that he was worrying too much.

This is not at all the college he wants to go to, which college he will go to, or it should be said, what if he is not qualified at all?

What if the Sorting Hat decides that he is not suitable here at all and asks him to leave...

"Harry." Draco's voice whispered in his ear, and he tilted his head slightly. "Don't worry there will be no academy, my father said that everyone will be assigned to the most correct place──"

"I know . . . but I'm still worried—forget it," he shook his head. "Now I envy you, Draco." Sighed. "You don't have to worry about your sorting at all..." because Draco was definitely going to be in Slytherin.

"I'd be nervous too!" Draco growled.Knowing how Merlin's father would react if he wasn't in Slytherin, shouldn't he start thinking seriously about the chances of Tahlia taking more of his life with him...

When the two children were still thinking about it, McGonagall had already walked to the center of the stage with a long list.She slowly glanced at the students in the audience, and her sharp gaze made the audience quiet down instantly.

As if that was what she wanted, McGonagall cast his eyes on the parchment and spoke. "Now that I've read my name, please put this hat on before you go onstage—"

A sudden little commotion.

McGonagall stopped talking in displeasure, and looked towards the audience, trying to find out which student was so bold as to interrupt the sorting ceremony──

And she got the answer immediately, but she didn't intend to condemn the person who caused the commotion. It should be said that she was surprised.

The originally closed hall had been pushed open, and it was Tahlia who walked in, but this was not what surprised McGonagall, after all, she guessed that she was probably delayed by something when she found that Tahlia was not sitting.

What really surprised her was that the kid Nigel walked in timidly beside her. Tahlia had never brought Nigel with her to the start-of-school feast before.And this is the main cause of the commotion among the students.

It seemed that they had never seen the kid next to Tahlia at all, and now, all of them were guessing where the kid next to Tahlia came from, and even some of the few children who had known Nigel's existence for a long time couldn't help but start thinking about this question.

Yeah... how come they didn't ask Tahlia before?This question filled the heads of the Weasley brothers even more.

Obviously they spent a lot of time with Nigel, why didn't they ever think to ask Tahlia, when did she start bringing Nigel...

After a brief commotion, there was a moment of silence. For a while, no one in the hall spoke. Even the Weasley twins rarely made trouble with laughter. Instead, they opened their mouths and looked at Nigel who appeared in the hall with Tahlia.

This eerie silence lasted for a long time.

After a long time, Tahlia cleared her throat and spoke. "Sorry." She said awkwardly. "I'm a little late..."

"Ah, that's not the case..." Dumbledore was the first to react, he nodded and hastily answered. "The sorting ceremony is just about to begin, and you came just in time, Tahlia..."

Tahlia nodded, and quickly led Nigel to the front of the hall through the group of students who were still waiting for the branch in the center.

"Harry, Draco, come on..." Nigel said quickly as he passed by the two of Harry, although he was pulled forward by Tahlia before they could respond in time, at least he was sure that he had successfully conveyed the message His message is gone.

Then, after Tahlia had settled down, McGonagall continued, this time without interruption.

The sorting ceremony has finally begun.

Tahlia has seen many branch schools in the past few years since she returned to school, but this year is a bit different, unlike the amazing opening feast of the Weasley twins in previous years, perhaps because there are two students waiting in the branch school this year. Personally, she has a very close relationship.

Harry and Draco.

One was brought up by her, and the other was her only godson.

The ceremony went on very quickly, and she didn't know if it was an illusion. She always felt that one of the brown-haired girls kept looking at her with curious eyes after being sorted into Gryffindor. She said it was an illusion, because every time she looked at her When moving over, the girl seemed to be chatting nonchalantly with Percy Weasley next to her.

Without expending too much energy on the matter, Tahlia concentrated on the ceremony.

"Draco Malfoy!"

"It's Draco!" Nigel whispered in her ear, his small body straightened, and he was able to see clearly the branch of Draco who deliberately swaggered forward to hide his nervousness.

"Well, I think he's a Slytherin—" Tahlia whispered, and before she finished speaking, she called out the result just as the hat touched Draco's head. "—Sure enough."

"Ah, Draco is really as academic as Uncle Lucius!" Nigel said, although his tone didn't reveal any surprise, he seemed to be quite sure of the result.

Tahlia nodded.He turned his gaze away from Draco, who had sat down at the Slytherin long table and breathed a sigh of relief, back to Harry.

Then-

"Harry Potter."