[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"Have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

"That man──" a therapist lowered his voice, pretending to be mysterious and approached another man who was concentrating on his work. "Guess who we're here today?"

"Who?" The blond man asked absent-mindedly, without stopping his hands, and continued to carefully bottle all kinds of potions one by one.

"Tahlia Watson!" The therapist who spoke first grabbed the man's shoulder. "Did you hear that? That Watson! That Watson who is said to be that person's subordinate!"

"Put your hands down, Lary." The blond man slapped off the arm hanging on his shoulder, frowning. "What is she doing here?"

The therapist known as Lary shrugged. "It is said that he was poisoned──"

"Poisoned?" The blond man finally stopped what he was doing and turned his head. "How could it be poisoned for no reason?"

"I want to know too!" Lary said. "Go ask Mary... It is said that she was the one who checked Watson when she came—"

The blond man was speechless. "You told me this only because you didn't dare ask Mary yourself—"

"Of course not!" Lary immediately denied. "It's just that everyone knows that you have a good relationship with her, and it just so happens that you made potions for her all night, and she still owes you a favor... It's most suitable for you to entrust this task to you—not to mention..." He closed his mouth Mouth, changed to a low-pitched murmur. "Everyone knows that Mary always dislikes me..."

The blond man laughed. "That's because you're always messing with her work."

"Didn't I apologize to her every time! And I didn't mean to—" Lary looked aggrieved. "Okay, Owen...go and ask for me?" He said, clasping his hands together as if begging.

Owen glared at him before agreeing. "Yes yes yes... I will ask—"

"Great!" Lary cheered, and tried to put Owen's shoulders on his shoulders, although he was immediately thrown off again.

Owen rolled his eyes, and decided not to stay here and continue to entangle with Lary. It happened that he was also a little curious, that Watson obviously escaped the trial and was free, so why was he sent to St. Mungo's because of poisoning──

"Ask me Watson?" In the ward, a woman who seemed to be quite imposing had just finished examining a patient, and saw Owen come in after knocking on the door symbolically, and asked her this question right away, which made her feel ashamed. She couldn't help but look back at him suspiciously. "What are you asking for... wait, let me guess—that Newton guy asked you to ask me?"

Owen waved quickly. "No, I just heard she was poisoned—"

"Really?" Mary raised an eyebrow in disbelief. After a while, she let the woman on the hospital bed lie down, took out two candies from her pocket and handed them to her, then turned her head and continued. "Well, there's nothing to hide anyway—the Miss Watson you're talking about was sent here a little while ago... I checked her out."

"Severely injured?"

Mary shook her head. "She was treated before she was brought in, I guess the man—"

"What?" Owen blurted out before he could react for a moment.

"Couldn't it be she who moved here in a coma?" Mary chuckled. "The one who sent her here was a man in a black robe with a gloomy face...I think he probably had already controlled the toxicity in her body first—in short, when she was sent here, there was no danger. "

Owen couldn't help being confused. "Since the man you mentioned has the ability to cure her, why did you send her here?"

"Who knows?" Mary shrugged. "But anyway, now that she's here, there's no reason for us to leave her alone, is there?"

"Even though she's brought in quite a few wizards here—"

Mary frowned, choosing not to speak.

She thought so too.

But for the brief contact just now, for some reason, she didn't take it for granted—maybe Watson herself didn't seem to be as cruel and violent as the rumors outside, on the contrary, she gave people the impression that she was just A young woman, and a polite woman--

What murderer would smile and thank a stranger after healed her?

Seeing that Mary didn't reply, Owen also stopped talking, and looked at her cautiously. "Angry?"

"Who's angry!" Mary gave him a blank look, turned around and walked outside. "I still have a lot of things to do, so I don't have time to lose my temper with you here."

Owen quickly followed and walked side by side with her. "I thought the Longbottoms were the last patients you needed to examine today—"

"That's right..." Mary replied seriously. "But I want to check on Watson before I get off work—"

"I'll go with you." Owen said immediately, and then remembered that his reaction was a bit abrupt, and coughed lightly. "I mean, I'm interested in the poison in her—"

Mary didn't make another sound, just nodded, and hurriedly led Owen in the corridor of the hospital.

Snape sat there until he noticed a commotion in the hospital bed.

The person on the bed blinked, then woke up, she turned her head and found that the person sitting beside her was Snape, blinked again, and then spoke. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Half a day," Snape replied.

Then fell silent.

Maybe he should say something more, as long as it wasn't about her and Black... Thinking, Snape took a deep breath and spoke.

"you……"

"I—"

Both were stunned.

Tahlia's mouth was slightly open, and what she had just said was interrupted by uttering it at the same time as Snape, and she continued after a while. "What do you want to say?"

"I—" Snape said, secretly glad that he didn't want to ask Nigel again impulsively—if he did, Tahlia would be very upset, he was sure of that, Lucius was right , now he really has no position to question Tahlia about this matter.

"It's okay," he whispered finally, under Tahlia's suspicious gaze. "Just to speak to you, Lucius wanted me to tell you that Nigel is safe with him, so you can rest in peace—"

Tahlia smiled almost imperceptibly. "Thanks."

"It's nothing more than a little effort." Snape waved his hand before asking again. "What are you going to tell me?"

Tahlia froze for a few seconds before whispering. "I'm just curious why you're waiting here... you've been away from school long enough, haven't you?"

"I went back earlier," Snape explained dryly. "I think Lucius was supposed to be here at the time—"

"Ah, I remember." Tahlia nodded and was silent for a while before continuing. "So, did they say when I will be discharged from the hospital?"

Snape was about to say that he didn't know any details from the therapist when the door of the ward was pushed open after a few knocks, and in came the woman who was examining Tahlia earlier, and Another blond man who hadn't seen it.

He turned around, stood up quickly, and asked first. "How's Tahlia?"

I don't know if it's because Snape's questioning tone is too aggressive, or because he exudes an aura of not getting close to strangers. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the blond man who followed him subconsciously took a few steps back , the female therapist rolled her eyes helplessly, pulled the man forward, drew out her wand and approached. "Hey... take it easy—" she said in a panic, only because Snape had his hands in his pockets as she stepped forward, as if ready to pull out his wand at any moment. "I just want to confirm the situation for her──"

"Didn't you do enough tests yesterday?" Snape asked impatiently with a dark face. "Perhaps you didn't understand my question—how is she?"

Mary froze for a moment.

She has been a therapist for such a long time, and this is the first time she has encountered such a targeted speech. "The examination at that time was to confirm her physical condition and analyze the toxicity! Afterwards, we also let her take the antidote...As for you asking me about her condition──sir, you won't let me confirm after she takes the medicine, how can I do it? Answer you?" After speaking, without knowing where the momentum came from, he directly bypassed Snape, whose face turned even darker, and stood beside Tahlia.

Although Snape was anxious, he also knew in his heart that he had overreacted. Without saying a word, he quietly stepped aside, but his eyes were still fixed on the therapist.

The experience of meeting Anderson told him that they were not safe in the wizarding world, and there were wizards trying to kill them at any time, even in St. Mungo's, even if the two people in front of them were healers who healed wizards.

"You can rest assured that Mary has always been very good to her patients." Suddenly a voice came from behind, and Snape turned his head in surprise, only to find that it was the blond man who spoke.

"Sorry, are you?" he asked coldly.

Owen flinched subconsciously before speaking. "Owen Tyler...I work here too."

Snape didn't reply, just glanced at him again, then turned back.

It's embarrassing now...

At this moment, Owen only felt that it was weird for him to stand here. If he had known that the man in black robe that Mary was talking about was this kind of virtue, he would not follow him no matter what—he was now seriously thinking about whether he should continue to stay. Here, sneak out of the ward quietly while everyone's attention is on that Watson.

Fortunately, he didn't have time to dwell on it for too long, because after a few minutes, Mary walked towards them, and it seemed that the inspection had ended.

"I have to say, the analysis you gave yesterday was very useful, sir." Mary smiled at Snape. "That will save us a lot of time──" Sensing Snape's impatient expression again, Mary didn't say anything more this time, and quickly got to the point. "Miss Watson is recovering well, and I think she will be fully recovered the day after tomorrow."

Snape breathed a sigh of relief. "The slowest day after tomorrow?"

"Yes." Mary nodded firmly. "Actually, the therapist who is in charge of preparing the antidote is right behind you, sir...he stayed up all night last night, and now it seems that the healing effect is very good."

Snape's eyes widened, and he turned his head abruptly, only to realize that the blond man behind him looked haggard even though he had a smile on his face, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a while.

And Owen was also shocked.

He didn't expect that the potion he rushed to make last night would be used on Watson. He only received an urgent notice from Mary last night, asking him to make the potion as soon as possible according to the information, and the result turned out to be—

"I have to thank you, Mr. Tyler."

Just as he was thinking, the voice of the black-robed man in front of him reached his ears.

Owen waved his hand quickly, and spoke reflexively. "No need to thank you, this is what we should do──"

Merlin, the person he saved turned out to be that Watson... If she kills more people because of it──

Snape gradually felt that something was wrong.

Tyler's expression was weird, and although the female therapist didn't show any resistance, he could vaguely feel that they didn't feel very good about him and Tahlia...

"I need the formula for the antidote." The words came out before he could stop himself, but he didn't mean to take them back.

He had a feeling that it wouldn't be right for him to leave Tahlia here alone, and that maybe what he should do was take Tahlia back to school and let him make the potion they gave Tahlia himself.

"No need, Snape."

A voice cut in abruptly, directly letting Mary, who was thinking of how to politely refuse, breathe a sigh of relief.

Snape turned and stared directly at Tahlia.