[HP] Don't talk to me

Snape sat in the headmaster's office, reading the list of potion ingredients in his hand to Dumbledore who was opposite him.It was raining heavily outside, and Dumbledore lit the fireplace, which warmed the room.Phoenix perched on a branch, humming from time to time.Snape's voice was getting lower and lower, as if melting into the crackling flames.He said a few words, paused, and said a few more words, although Dumbledore coughed a few times and left his seat a few times, he didn't raise his head to pay attention.

He frowned, his face somber than the weather outside.After finally reading the lengthy list and reporting on the recent work, he got up immediately.

"Severus, don't worry, sit down and have a cup of afternoon tea with me." Dumbledore said unhurriedly, then waved his wand, and the teapot and teacups flew over from the side shelf. "Do you want Darjeeling or Assam?"

Hearing the sound of tea being poured, Snape hesitated for a moment and said, "No, Headmaster, I think I'll - go back first."

"Where are you going? Today is Friday, classes are over, and it's not time for dinner yet. It's almost the weekend." Dumbledore opened the drawer under him, took out his own sugar bowl, and filled two squares into the teacup. sugar. "Sit down, we can still talk."

Snape sat down again and said softly, "Principal, I'm very busy these days."

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you need to substitute for Tata. It's not easy to take a new class all of a sudden, isn't it? Muggle studies is not easy." Dumbledore was busy with his hands, "Take it easy." Cake? The little ones downstairs just baked it."

Snape took a sip of his tea, but didn't reply.

Dumbledore took a bite of the muffin and said with a relaxed expression: "Speaking of Tata, she's leaving tomorrow morning, you know?"

Snape put the teacup on the table, making a crisp crash.His fingers stayed on the stem, his index finger gliding lightly on the ceramic surface.

"know."

"What a girl," Dumbledore went on unhurriedly. "She came back here with such vigor that I thought she intended to stay here forever. She would have been, I suppose, a Excellent teacher."

"I think... although she didn't serve long, she was recognized by most people," Snape said. "Students like her class very much. At least—better than me."

Dumbledore held his teacup in his hand and looked out the window.

The curtains were half closed, raindrops slapped on the glass from time to time, and the foggy and humid weather was really not what it should be in this season.

"It's a pity that she is about to leave. Sometimes things don't develop as we expected. In fact, we have all experienced that if we look at the problem from a different angle or take more actions, the result can change at any time. The key is whether we can Make a timely and correct decision. I feel that Miss Ta Effa did not really recognize her own decision. If she could stop and think about it, she might have a different opinion. But now, there is a lack of one that can make Someone she stopped to think about, and if that person doesn't show up, she'll be leaving tomorrow, and maybe, as she said, she'll never come back. Of course—this is just my thoughts, and I want to continue our discussion here My colleagues are not doing too well, let's continue drinking tea and snacks! What do you think, Severus?"

Snape clenched the cup tightly in his hand, his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him, his black pupils were bottomless.And Dumbledore just smiled at him softly, and then continued to taste his tea as if nothing had happened.

It rained heavily all night and continued until the next morning.Ta Efa pushed open the window in the room, and the raindrops and the violent wind rolled in immediately, and the desk by the window was mostly wet.The temperature dropped sharply, she shivered, and closed the window again.

Not a good day to go out, but she should go.

She grabbed the sheepskin satchel on the table, wiped the rainwater on it with the belly of her thumb, and then looked around the room for the last time to make sure that nothing was left behind, and then stepped out of the room.

She chose to leave early in the morning, at six o'clock.The Hogwarts campus was quiet on Saturday. The students hadn't woken up yet. It had been raining for two days, and the air was filled with the smell of moisture.It was still dark, and the night lights were still on in the hallway.She chose the shortest route accurately, walked one section after another, went down the stairs, turned around, and walked along the long and thin carpeted corridor.She walked quickly, but tried not to make any noise, even breathing very lightly.

In fact, she didn't think about what to do next, she just found out that the latest train from Hogsmeade Station to King's Cross Station in London will leave at [-]:[-] am this Saturday—it doesn't happen every day .

She decided to take the train almost without hesitation. She didn't even decide whether to transfer to another place immediately after arriving in London or find a hotel to stay for a few days first.Snape had been right that day, she had no money, and her balance in Gringotts was only in the double digits.Ori Efa has some property, such as the house that no one lives in, or a bank account, but she hasn't looked into it carefully.After the verdict in Ori Effa's case was pronounced, the Ministry of Magic packed his property information in a cowhide bag and handed it over to Ta Effa.He had been sentenced to life in Azkaban, which by law meant that his estate at Gringotts was sealed.However, Ta Efa could be taken out as the sole heir, but she never intended to do so.She wasn't even interested in finding out how much money he had at Gringotts, and as for the house in the Muggle world, let it be there forever.

As she approached the school gate, she felt light on her body.She has nothing now and doesn't care about anything.In this world, she returned to loneliness.The feeling came on strong, very strong.But after thinking about it, she was always alone.All those illusions about her attainment of happiness had been shattered.She was in pain, but she didn't panic, she could bear it.

She turned the last corner, opened her umbrella and walked into the rain, and stopped after walking a few steps.The raindrops hit the umbrella surface with a crisp and rapid sound, and she took a breath following the rhythm.

Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Hagrid... and other professors were all standing there holding umbrellas. It was still dark, but she could clearly see that Hagrid's hand was still holding a bouquet of flowers.

"We knew you were leaving this morning, so we decided to come see you off." McGonagall waited for her to get closer, said briskly, and then hugged her tenderly.

She pulled away from Meg, melted into Sprout's arms again, and then Flitwick... She listened to their sincere and farewell words to her.

Hagrid sent her flowers, which were a little too wet, regrettably.She smiled and gave him a big hug.

Finally Dumbledore, they still hugged, but he patted her on the back a few times as he held her.Ta Efa felt a little guilty. The promises she had made to him when applying for the job had become dead letters.She was like a liar, who got a teaching position at Hogwarts and then easily abandoned it.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore did not repeat the previous farewell words, but said in a relaxed tone: "I wish you a happy weekend."

Ta Effa froze for a moment, then nodded.

She would find a way to have a happy weekend, maybe she would wander the streets of London for a day, and then sit in a cafe until late at night, not thinking about anything, until she used a sudden surge of courage to decide on her next move.

She waved her hand to bid farewell to the standing crowd, and then quietly looked up at Hogwarts Castle which was used as the background.

Before dawn, the castle stood there peacefully under the cover of fog.

And he didn't come to see her off.

But Ta Effa self-deprecatingly analyzed that she should have known this would happen.When she announced at the faculty table at dinner that time when she was leaving, he didn't respond, never said a word.

In fact, they also had a lot of conversations during this time. Since he agreed to substitute for her, they worked together several times for the smooth transfer of the course content.It seemed to be back when she was studying, and she actually shuttled back and forth in the cellar again during non-teaching hours.

She couldn't help watching him closely, just because this was probably the last chance she would see him.She would stare into his eyes seriously, trying to remember his eyes completely in her heart.But all she remembers is black, black, and black.She felt that she couldn't see his emotions or what he was thinking. When she went back to the room and took out the drawing paper again and tried to finish the painting and add eyes to the outlines she drew, she still couldn't start writing.

Eventually, she gave up.

Now, the sky is starting to get dark.After leaving the school gate, Ta Effa slowed down and walked step by step in the direction of Hogsmeade station.The rain didn't mean to stop. She was wearing rain boots and occasionally stepped on the mud, splashing a few mud flowers.The surroundings are very quiet, only my own breathing can be heard.A few times, there were sudden noises from the grass beside the road, and one or two small birds or small animals rushed out and fled quickly, and she didn't even see clearly.She had auditory hallucinations a few times, and felt that there were footsteps behind her, but she knew it was just an illusion, and she didn't bother to turn her head to take a look.

She walked for a long time, and when she finally walked into the station, it was full daylight.She bought a ticket at the entrance and got on the platform.Before sitting on a bench and waiting, she bought a hot dog at the snack window—she hadn't had breakfast yet.

She sat down, took a bite, and felt something run down her cheek into the steaming hot dog sausage.She took a closer look and was sure it was her own tears.

When did you suddenly cry?She doesn't know it herself.She decided that she didn't feel anything. Apart from beating, her heart was fine, and it was still heavy.

Maybe it's just rain dripping from my forehead.She took a few more bites of the hot dog and ate it neatly.

There were only two or three people waiting for the train on the platform. She hugged her satchel to her chest and took a deep breath.

"Woo--" the whistle sounded, and the train slowly entered the station.She got up and walked to the edge of the platform.At the intersection of the platform and the track, where the roof did not cover, she stared blankly at the rain curtain formed by the rainwater falling from the tiles, watching the water droplets falling on the ground being splashed and broken down into finer water grain.Several passengers got on the train one after another, and the ticket inspector stood at the door of the carriage, watching her in a raincoat—only she was left without getting on the train.

She wanted to use an umbrella to pass through the rain curtain and walk the last meter, but she didn't raise her hand holding the umbrella.She took a few steps forward slowly, into the rain.

She reached out and touched the train parked on the platform. The iron skin was cold and wet with rain.

"Miss, do you want to get on the bus?" the uniformed ticket inspector asked loudly.

She shook her head, then laughed dumbfoundedly, and nodded towards the young-looking man.

The rain was pouring enthusiastically into her clothes along her collar, she shivered again, then looked up at the gray weather, and cast her eyes to the entrance of the carriage.She will not look behind her again, this is her final decision.

She held up the ticket and put it in the ticket inspector's hand.