[HP] Don't talk to me

I pushed the door quietly, but the wooden door was too old. Although I controlled it well, it still creaked.Along with this, I stick out my tongue.A deep and cold male voice came from the air behind the door: "Who's there?"

"It's me." I turned my head and looked at the people in the room.He was leaning on the heavy wooden chair, holding a few pieces of kraft paper in his hand, propping his elbows on the top of the desk, as if he was thinking about something, although he asked a question, he didn't look up at me.

"I'm here to get something, Dad." I walked in and said a reason casually.To be honest, I don't have anything to take, it's gloomy here, and I rarely come here to play.

The kraft paper in Dad's hand was gently placed on the table, he grabbed the quill pen, dipped it in ink and began to write.

I stood in the middle of the room and looked at him at a loss, but in fact I just wanted to see him.Since, I mean, since I entered this school, there was basically no time to be alone with my dad as if I were at home.I'm not used to it at all. In the past month, without my father reading story books to me every night, he would not cook delicious meals for me. I think it's really boring.

"Dad, can we go to Diagon Alley this weekend?" I suggested cautiously. "I want to buy some new books. Professor Firenze and Professor Longbottom have given us new reading lists."

"Freshmen can't leave school casually. If you want to buy books, I'll give you the bookstore's shopping list. You fill out the list and let the owl deliver the letter to the bookstore for you. You can receive it in a few days."

As he said that, he was about to reach out to find the list in a stack of papers. I took a deep breath and ran forward, grabbing his hand. "Okay, I admit that I just want you to go out with me for a while, don't you agree to such a small request?"

He finally looked at me, his eyes were like a torch.I am a little afraid of his eyes like this. Every time he looks at me with those black eyes like this, I feel a little panicked, because I don't know what the end of the black is.

I retracted my hand, but I was not willing to give up: "Please, Dad."

"Tana, do you remember the Hogwarts school rules? First-year students cannot leave the school, you must do this—stay here."

"But I miss you so much, I can't see you all the time. You don't teach our first years, and you don't eat with me. I think it makes me very sad. Dad, and why are you a Slytherin house?" I’m the boss, but I’m from Ravenclaw College?” I said all the difficulties and grievances in my heart, and then I got into my father’s arms.His black robe smelled of freshly washed soapy water. I buried my face so that he wouldn't see my red eye circles right away.

"Tana, my good boy." He patted my head lightly a few times and sighed.

There was a crisp sound of rain outside the window. It was a rainy season and a quiet weekend.If it was a few years ago, I would have to lie by the fireplace and yawn listening to the sound of my father cooking for me in the kitchen.But now—

Dad accompanied me to school this year before he came to Hogwarts to be a Potions professor.We ran a potions shop in Diagon Alley a few years back, which was a lot of fun.At that time, I would secretly mix interesting potion water by myself, and then drink it for the fat cat at home. Sometimes it would fly up, sometimes it would turn into a stone, sometimes its stomach would start to gurgle, and my father would be angry a few times spank me.Uncle Bryce said that I was naughty like Tata was when he was young. He said it several times, and every time my father's face darkened, and he didn't speak for a long time after uncle left.I've always wondered who Tata was, and why Dad didn't feel right when he heard the name, but he never gave me the answer.

I rubbed my face against his chest, feeling a little annoyed.This room is really chilly, and I just heard someone say a few days ago that this used to be a confinement room, a place where students were confinement.No wonder, will there be students crying here at night?

"Dad, why did you move to this room to work?" I couldn't help asking him.

His fingers that were gently stroking my hair froze, and then I heard the rain outside getting heavier and heavier, and the wind began to blow the window sills shaking, making a slight noise, but he didn't speak.

I slipped from his arms and wandered around the room.From his silence, I always feel that there is something wrong. I am naturally curious, and I have to figure it out.

I stretched out my fingers and drew circles on the wall, from the table to the bookshelf, and from the bookshelf like a compass drawing a circle back to behind Dad.Suddenly, on the white wall behind his chair, I found something wrong: there was a picture there, which was a little man holding a potion bottle, but he was not wearing pants!

"What is this? Who drew it?" I stared at the painting in amazement, only because I thought it looked too much like a person—like Dad.At least, Dad often held a potion bottle too.Could it be, who painted him?The color of this painting is already very light, and it is a little dilapidated, as if it has been painted for many, many years.

"Tana, go back to your dormitory." Dad spoke from behind, his voice trembling. "Listen to me and go back right away."

I backed away obediently, I knew that my father's tone was an order, not a discussion with me.And I love him very much, so I will listen to whatever he says.I took a few steps backwards, stunned.Because I glanced at Dad's face from the corner of my eye, and found that his eye circles were as red as mine just now.

He probably noticed that I was looking at him, turned his head to the side, waved to me, and signaled me to go quickly.I was always wondering on the way back to the dormitory, whose painting is that?Is it the father who painted it?Why is the villain not wearing pants? Could it be a naughty boy playing a prank?

Time flies, and after a semester, we can have a holiday.As the dean of Slytherin College, because Principal McGonagall was away on business, Dad delivered a speech on behalf of all the faculty and staff to celebrate the successful end of the semester.

At least for me, this is the happiest moment.I can finally get rid of the confinement of school and go home!I was holding the latest flywheel 2100 broom that Uncle Bryce sent me during the mid-term, waiting for my father to pack up at the school gate, and we went to Hogsmeade to take the train back home to London.

He won't let me in his office since the last time I found that strange painting.Even at the end of the term, I pack things up by myself instead of asking me to help.I was bored and waited for a long time at the door, and when all my classmates in the first dormitory had gone out, I saw him walking slowly.Beside him was Professor Hagrid, the two of them walked side by side and talked, without seeming anxious at all.

Professor Hagrid is teaching our Care of Fantastic Beasts class this semester. I like him very much. It is said that he and Dad are also very good friends.I waved at them, and Dad nodded at me, still talking non-stop with Professor Hagrid.I stomped my feet, relying on my sensitive ears, I could vaguely hear a few conversations when they approached. "...Her eyes are really similar, although they are not, but I think of Tata when I look at her." "... Hagrid, I will go there this summer vacation." "After all these years, you finally..." "I finally feel that I am qualified to go."

The last words were from Dad, although I don't quite understand what he's saying, what qualifies?My eyes look like Tata again, who is Tata?I've never heard the name before, or someone said it, but very rarely.Since I started to go to school, this name has been floating out of many people's mouths and drifting away in my ears. They said it quickly and softly, and never told me the cause and effect.

I walked on the trails of Hogsmeade holding my father's arm.This is my first time visiting here. My father bought me some sugar from the candy store and patiently introduced me to the buildings in this village.

"Dad," I said with candy in my mouth, and I didn't want to hide the words in my heart.I turned my head to look at him. From the side view, I thought he was very tall and thin. Although his hair was already half black and half white, his face never had much expression, and the frown between his brows became deeper every year, but I think He is the most handsome man in the world because he is my father. "I want to ask you, why do I have blue eyes and you have black eyes?"

Several classmates have asked me this question since this semester, but I don't know the answer, and I find it very strange.We used to stay together in the Potions shop and no one ever paid attention to these things, but now it's different, we're at Hogwarts, I'm at Ravenclaw, and Dad is the head of Slytherin, between us Feeling a little strange.

Dad's footsteps paused, he walked a few more steps in silence, and then whispered: "Because your mother also has a pair of blue eyes."

my mom?I became agitated and surprised again.I have asked him this question many times before, where did I come from, why do other people have fathers and mothers, but I only have fathers?But Dad never answered. This was the first time he mentioned something related to his mother.

"My mother has blue eyes, what else?" I whispered. "I know John's mother's name is Natasha, and Jenny's mother's name is Emma. But what's my mother's name? You didn't even tell me, I do not know anything."

Dad suddenly squeezed my hand tightly.

"You want to know your mother's name?" he said. "Okay, I'll tell you soon."

"Soon? Why not now?" I said with some disappointment, "Why not this second?"

Dad didn't answer.

We sat down at the station, while we waited for the train.Dad went to the snack window and bought me a sandwich for lunch and watched me finish it.I was a little unhappy that he didn't tell me anything and kept his head down.

"There is still time, I have to wait for a long time, what should I do? Do you want to read a book?" He took out a book on the basic introduction to potions from his backpack and handed it to me.I blocked it with my hand and shook my head.

"I don't want to read."

"Playing cards?" he suggested again.

"No." I still refused.There are some students who are also returning home, but they are far away from us.I've heard that in class my father was very fierce, very difficult to talk to, and all the students were afraid of him, even the Slytherin ones.

"Then what are you going to do?" He smiled helplessly at me.

I cheered up and looked around, and suddenly I had a plan. "Then I want to hear you sing."

"Singing?" He was surprised, "What song?"

"It's the one you used to sing to me before I went to bed when I was a child. Shake, shake, laugh happily..." I hummed softly and read the lyrics.

His face darkened. I think it was probably because there were many students around, and he didn't want to spoil his image.This is what I mean, whoever tells him to hide everything from me, I will give him a problem!

I winked at him triumphantly, but it didn't take long for me to lose my complacency.I think the expression on his face is very serious, his eyes are thoughtful, and he doesn't seem to accept my joke at all.There was silence between us for a while, and I was most afraid of his silent appearance.I shook his arm as a beg for mercy—"I'm sorry, I won't let you sing."

He ignored me, just frowned.After a while, I suddenly sighed, then touched the back of my head, and said softly, "Okay, I'll sing it to you."

I nodded, whatever he said was fine.

"Shake, shake, laugh happily, baby in my arms,

in the warm cradle,

Mother's hand shakes you,

In a warm closet.

Kiss you baby, please smile happily.

…… "

He sang so softly that his voice was only heard between us.I stared blankly at him, feeling that he was different today from before.It is also possible that this is the first time I have watched him sing this song with my eyes open. I used to lie in bed with my eyes squinted and ready to sleep.It turned out that when he sang this song, there was a layer of transparent and shining things in his eyes——I didn't quite believe it, but I thought it was tears.

After he finished singing, he bent the corners of his mouth and smiled softly at me.

"Tana, this summer vacation, I will take you on a long trip."

"Where, Dad?"

"Finland." He said lightly, and the expression on his face made me a little confused.It seems that after he said this sentence, he has crossed the ocean and gone to a place that I have never been to.