[HP] Don't talk to me

He didn't seem to understand her meaning, he didn't say any more, he didn't ask where she was going, but he followed her closely, using his magical ability to make it impossible for her to escape.He followed her to Diagon Alley, followed her into the Leaky Cauldron.

She wants to walk back to the Muggle world through the passage here, and there is only one reason she likes this method - she falls in love with the butter beer in the Leaky Cauldron, the rich aroma and pure taste in the noisy and sour atmosphere around her Especially outstanding.She likes to stay at the bar here after finishing her work in the Muggle world and drink two butterbeers on the way back to Hogwarts before leaving, or simply stop here all day when she has nothing to do, and put on heavy makeup by the table The gypsy fortune-telling witch chatted with the little smugglers carrying handbags and engaged in underground transactions under the bar.Before talking, she will tie her long hair with a magic rubber band, and then apply a little magic to her face to make herself look capable and mature, so that she will not lose the wind in the confrontation with other guests, and will not be caught. contempt.

There are not many customers in the bar now, the boss is behind the bar, wiping the glass wine glasses, and greets Ta Effa who came in through the door with sleepiness. "Hello!" Bars are not used to opening during the day, but the Leaky Cauldron Bar also serves as an accommodation business. Now that it's just a holiday, some students will choose to stay here for a few days before taking a long-distance bus home. , You can also visit Diagon Alley by the way.

So, when a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy slowly came down from the upstairs, when he saw the two people in front of the bar, his feet slipped and he sat down on the steps. No wonder.

"Penst, it would be great if I could find out that you got rid of your habit of making jokes outside of school, but unfortunately not." Snape spoke first.

"Professor Snape, Professor Effie." The boy didn't have time to care about the pain in his two thin-skinned buttocks, and immediately got up from the steps again. "I'm sorry!" The poor child probably never thought that he would go up the stairs backwards to his room in a few seconds, and he did.

Ta Effa looked at Snape and said, "Don't follow me." No matter how much she liked him, she didn't want to be followed so neurotically by him.She is not a clingy woman.

"I'll wait for you here, but if you don't come back here in an hour, I'll go find you."

Before she could react, Snape reached out and grabbed her wrist, then raised his wand to her wrist bone, and said a series of spells quickly and clearly.

"Short-acting tracking spell?" Ta Effa was taken aback, and felt a burst of anger jump out of nowhere. "Is there something wrong with you?"

Before she could finish the word "problem", Snape had already pulled her into an empty private room by the bar.He quickly closed the door, holding her shoulders and tightening his grip.He had a lot of strength, she couldn't struggle and twist, and stared at him angrily.

Snape ignored her resistance, a lock of his hair was hanging on his forehead, dripping with sweat, and he looked serious and nervous. He glanced at her face and said softly, "Your father has escaped from prison."

The expression on Ta Effa's face froze. "How do you know about this?"

This is her deepest secret, about Ori Efa, the man who brought her life but never really loved her.In the summer of her graduation from Hogwarts, while she was busy looking for a job, she was arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban for killing her Muggle wife by mistake with magic.

And, the arrest came just as she was on the train back to Hogwarts with a teaching position.At that time, the desperate Ori Effa came to find her in disguise, and she stood up and exposed his identity without covering up and without hesitation. She cast a binding spell on him and watched the Auror of the Ministry of Magic get into the car Come and drag him away.

Was she being too ruthless to her father?

She just knew that running away would never solve the problem.

Ori Effa was sentenced to life imprisonment, and she visited him a few times, though the hours of their visits were spent almost entirely in silence.

Because the incident involved Muggles, the Ministry of Magic ordered the case to be suppressed, so it ended quietly, the "Daily Prophet" did not report it, and outsiders had no way of knowing.This matter, because she was unexpectedly late on the day of induction due to an episode on the train, she told Dumbledore, but only Dumbledore.

It has been half a month since Ori Efa escaped from prison, during which the Ministry of Magic has been maintaining correspondence with her, announcing the latest progress on the hunt and asking Ta Efa to provide relevant clues.What clues could she have?She didn't think Ori Effa would come to her again.

Snape moved closer, and he leaned into her ear quickly and in a low voice, "The Ministry of Magic notified the headmaster, and the headmaster notified me when he knew I was going to stay in school."

Ta Effa remained motionless, breathing more heavily. "so what?"

"So, I have to watch you, Ori Efa is likely to come to you."

"He will not."

"I think he will." Snape gasped heavily as if he had stopped to take a breath after finishing a long speech. "Oh, he will. Even if he won't, I have to watch you. There are always accidents."

"Why?" Ta Effa looked up, the distance between them is too close now, the space and air in the cubicle are very oppressive. "I mean, what's your business? Why are you looking at me? Looking at me? Do you want to help the Ministry catch him, or are you worried about accidents? Do you think he will hurt me, or kill me? Even if he does Now, what does it have to do with you? Professor Snape, we are just ordinary colleagues."

"I - have to take care of it, now that I know it," said Snape, "I won't sit idly by knowing you're in danger."

"Thank you for your kindness, but let's stop here." Ta Efa covered his face with his hands, and put it down instantly.Her face was very pale in the dim light. "I don't want to owe you anything. It's too much burden for me to do so. Please don't follow me, if you follow me again, I will be angry. It's a holiday, I hope you have a good time. Since you are in Diagon Alley today , might as well find a place to play, or I have to recommend you the butter beer in this bar, it’s really delicious.”

She ducked out of the room through the gap next to Snape, and left the Leaky Cauldron without looking back.She heard someone talking behind her, but there were no footsteps, and when she stepped on the first brick of Muggle land, she immediately used Disapparation.

Snape curled up in a sofa chair in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron, staring at the glass of beer in front of him.It was already noon, and the flow of people in the bar gradually increased, and the noise filled the room.The empty chair opposite him changed several waves of people, and now it is empty again.He drank three butterbeers and just had a fourth refill.

He used to be a regular here, and even lived here for a while during his freshman year.The boss knew him, the bartender knew him, and he didn't feel anything new about everything here.Butter beer?He's known this stuff to be good for a lot longer than she has.

The time of the short-acting Tracking Spell has expired, and there was no unexpected sign when it was effective, but that was the last news half an hour ago, and the person hasn't returned yet, Snape regretted that he didn't follow, if he was tougher, she would There was nothing he could do, as if he could follow her all the way here.But maybe it was her resolute statement at the time that made him a little shaken and depressed, so he flinched.

When Dumbledore purposely told him this in his office, he decided that it was his duty to protect her, even though he hadn't even asked for it.He doesn't have any hero complex, but he can't figure out why he is always so enthusiastic about her, and he is persistently enthusiastic.But he decided that this must be different from giving to that person.

Someone pushed the door of the bar, and he looked up.Ta Effa stepped in quickly, and he guessed right, she would still choose to return to Diagon Alley from here—since she decided to leave here rather than far away.

He got up, and the place he chose to sit was in an inconspicuous corner. He would not be caught by the first glance when he entered the door, but he could clearly see the movement in the whole room.

Ta Efa had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and he had already smoked most of it, and only the small half was lit.She was holding a package of things wrapped in brown paper, like books or something.She went to the bar and spoke to the boss, very quietly, and then the boss walked away and came back half a minute later with a big butterbeer and handed it to her.She took a sip and sat on the bar stool, putting her things aside.

Snape hesitated between walking up to her and accosting her or staying where he was.Before he could think about it for a while, a man in a cloak turned his back to him and got up from a chair scattered in the middle of the room, and walked towards the bar.

That person approached Ta Effa, turned his head and seemed to say a few words.Ta Effa was silent for a while, then got up and picked up his things.That person walked out for a while, turned around and waved to her. Ta Efa nodded, and walked out of the bar with him through the back door, which was the way into Diagon Alley.

Snape followed quickly, but froze when he entered the small courtyard.Both of them were gone, the bricks on the bins hadn't been knocked on, no one had just gone to Diagon Alley from here.

They should have just Apparated away.

Ta Effa stood still, looking around.Weeds are overgrown in the courtyard, and everything grows wildly in summer.A few wildflowers were growing beautifully, their yellowish petals fluttering in the breeze.She looked at the drum in the corner, with the washboard still leaning against the rim.A few confiscated clothes hung on the clothesline above, covered in dust and dirt, probably the result of long periods of rain and sun exposure.

The person beside him was taking off his cloak, his hands were thin and sallow, he tremblingly took out a bottle of potion from the pocket of his robe and poured it into his mouth, his movements were hasty.

Ta Effa looked at him quietly, and after a few minutes she called softly, "Daddy."

Changing from a stranger's face back to his own, Ori Effa touched the messy and prickly stubble on his cheek.

"It's been a year." Ori Effa's voice was hoarse, and even though it was obvious that there were only two of them in the courtyard, he spoke in a very low tone. "Guess how I survived? In Azkaban, didn't get eaten by dementors? Don't you want to know? When you sent me in, I guessed that you were very interested in that place!"

Ta Effa clenched his fists.

"Don't worry, my dear daughter! We are a family of blood. I will not do the kind of thing that helps people catch their own father like you. Your blood is cold, but mine is cold." hot."

"Go back," said Ta Effa, "return to the Ministry of Magic."

"Look, look at you, now your blood is not only cold, it's freezing! Ha! Disarm you!" Ori Effa waved his wand, a silver light flashed and landed on Ta Effa's body In her hand, she let out a muffled grunt, and the wand she was quietly holding tightly in her left hand was knocked down to the ground. Ori Efa immediately waved her hand again, lifted the wand out of thin air, and automatically flew into her hand.

"I brought you back today, just to see the place where your mother and I lived together, don't have any other ideas." Ori Efa changed a cold face, but when he turned around, his eyes changed Much softer. "Oh, Catherine! How I miss you!"

Ta Efa sneered: "First, she is not my mother. Second, you killed her."

"It was just an accident." Ori Effa roared suddenly, "Accident! Don't you understand?" A group of sparrows who had just rested on the clothesline immediately flapped their wings and flew away.

"Accident?" Ta Effa looked sideways at his father. He was wearing a dirty robe, not only was his face covered with stubble, but his half-long hair was messy on the top of his head, and it looked like he hadn't washed it for a long time.How spiffy he used to be, with his hair always neatly combed and pomaded.

"She shouldn't have died, why, why didn't she have a talisman!" Ori Efa held his head and gasped. "Fuck you Muggle! Why is she with that man - it's that bastard I want to kill! She stands in my way, for that idiot!"

"Because she doesn't love you anymore, because she's going to elope with someone else." Ta Efa stated calmly, "Is it hard to understand? Just like you don't love my mother anymore, just like you abandoned her back then. "

"Impossible, how could Catherine run away? How could she not love me?" Ori Effa continued to roar, "She loves me! She—must—love me!"

Ta Efa looked up, the afternoon sun was still overhead, and there was a sultry smell in the air.

"She loves me, don't you think so?" Ori Effa rushed over, grabbed Ta Effa who was silent, and slapped her loudly with his backhand. "say!"

Ta Efa's face was burning hotly, she didn't reach out to touch it, a few tears stained her cheekbones, she stared at Ori Efa, but still didn't speak.

Ori Efa's pupils were dilated, and his face was extremely excited, with a half-smile expression. "Haha, if you don't speak, you are acquiescing!"

He's crazy!Ta Effa cried out in his heart.

She took a deep breath, and the arm held by Ori Effa felt hot and painful as if it had been thrown into a boiling cauldron. "She doesn't love you, maybe never did!" She opened her mouth, as loud as she could.

A slap came again, and Ta Effa tried to back away, but couldn't move. "Snapped!"

"Do you dare to say it again?" Ori Efa restrained the smile on his face.

Ta Efa looked at the man in front of her in despair, and she murmured in pain in her heart: So this is love?The one who pays is so humble and crazy, and the one who gets it will not be happy.

The examples she has seen from her birth mother and father, stepmother and father, are real and horrific.

"Do you know how your mother tricked me into marrying her back then? She acted in front of me, acting like I was in love with her. In fact, I couldn't get along with her at all. We were born enemies. Only Catherine, from what I saw From the first moment I saw her, I knew she was the only true love in my life, ah! She thought so too, she once told me. Catherine loves me, and I love Catherine, and we came to England together, Just because we love each other."

Ta Efa said coldly: "What does all this have to do with me? Ori Efa, you are you and I am me."

"You are my daughter!" Ori Efa roared, "You are my property!"

Ta Effa shook his head: "I am not your property."

"You are! Catherine is dead, and I don't want to live again, but we have to die together! Die twice!" Ori Effa said, raising his wand, "Now, come! Ava— "

It seemed that the high-pitched strings snapped in two, his voice suddenly disappeared, and then his hand holding Ta Effa and the hand holding the wand dropped at the same time—his whole body was like a puddle of mud, He slid down on Ta Effa's body, she pushed him, and he fell on his back in the middle of the mud-covered courtyard, motionless.

Ta Effa also stood still, quietly watching the person who came out from the corner not far away.

Holding his wand, Snape walked forward slowly step by step, observing Ori Effah on the ground as he walked, and didn't put down his wand until he was sure that the hypnotic spell he cast had accurately knocked him down.

He looked at Ta Effa, and their eyes met.

It seems that a long time has passed all at once, and time has stood still at this moment.

The author has something to say:

A thick chapter will be updated during the Chinese New Year, this is the final Chapter 1.The reason why there are more side stories recently is to explain the previous stories clearly.

I said that it should be finished within 20 words, and I will try my best to do it.It is estimated that the whole novel will be written before March!