bacchusnovels Chapter 121 Tonks' Concentration Training
Chapter 121 Tonks' Concentration Training
Chapter 121 Tonks' Concentration Training (Part 2)
"It's very cold today..."
"The road to the library, the road I know so well, I've walked it countless times. But strangely, I've never walked it in such a hurry as today, as if some invisible force is pushing me forward."
"I could clearly feel the wind pressing against my body like ice, and the coldness seeped through my clothes, making my body tremble slightly involuntarily."
Under the dim light, the girl sat alone in a corner, her body trembling slightly, not only because of her thin clothes, but also because of the thoughts that had been pulled back to the morning.
She slowly picked up the cup of honey lemon black tea in front of her, which was emitting an enticing aroma, and felt the warmth emanating from the cup. She took a small sip.
Then, she closed her eyes, as if wanting to immerse herself more deeply in that memory, whispering the recollections as if talking to herself.
"There, I met Mrs. Pince."
"Mrs. Pince was very kind; she asked if I needed any help, but I declined."
"I was the only one in the library at the time, and as usual, I found a book about dueling and sat in a corner."
"And then?" A slightly magnetic voice rang out in the dimly lit room, like a warm current slowly flowing through the silent air, subtly touching one's heartstrings.
The girl was pulled back to reality by the sudden sound. She opened her eyes and saw that her senior, Phillips, was sitting opposite her.
"And then?" Sean crossed his arms, looked at the girl earnestly, and repeated his question again.
Tonks hesitated for a moment.
She didn't know how to explain what happened next.
As she lifted her cloak and sat down in that chair, she could clearly feel the cold bench and the intimate contact between her and the parts covered by her short skirt.
With just the slightest movement of the body...
However, none of this content was relevant to the focus training the senior had mentioned, so she chose to conceal this part of the process.
"Then... as noon approached, the library gradually became more and more crowded."
"Maybe my concentration has improved... I always feel like everyone is looking at me with a strange look."
"And... because I was so nervous, I accidentally bumped into the water glass on the table, and the water spilled onto the chair..."
Sean didn't recall Tonks having a habit of carrying a water bottle with her.
Moreover, given Mrs. Pince's nature, she would not allow anything that could soil the books to enter the library.
Is it really water?
Sean didn't call out Tonks's obvious lie, but nodded and continued listening.
"Then... I quickly wiped myself clean and left the library."
Tonks recalled the moment he left the library that morning.
Under the strange looks of others, her cheeks flushed, she quickly wiped herself on the chair with her cloak and left.
That's why she's only wearing a cardigan while sitting in Sean's office.
She had already thrown away the wet cloak.
"After that... I went to the restroom." Tonks picked up his teacup again, moistening his slightly dry throat.
He continued, "There, I met Professor Sprout."
"Professor Sprout just came out of the restroom. She seemed a little anxious, but she was delighted to see me. She asked if I had time and wanted to ask me for a favor..."
"Oh?" Sean looked somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that Professor Sprout's story was involved.
"She has a second-year Gryffindor and Slytherin herbalism class in the morning."
"She prepared more than twenty pots of mandrake, but since several pots were damaged by Neville, and other classes in the afternoon would also need mandrake, she needed to prepare some stock."
"So she asked me to go to the greenhouse to help pull out the mandrakes that had already been planted in the flowerpots, and to take care of her other herbs and water them..."
"Because she spoke in such a hurry, she just shoved the key to the greenhouse into my hand... I even forgot to go to the toilet, and ended up in the greenhouse in a daze."
"Once we reached the deserted greenhouse, the feeling of being spied on disappeared, and I breathed a sigh of relief."
"Following what we learned in class, I put on the earmuffs and gloves; they were pink, plush earmuffs."
"Junior, please get to the point." Sean gently tapped the table, signaling Tonks to get back to the topic.
He didn't care at all what those damn gloves and earmuffs looked like; he just wanted to hear the rest of the story.
"Oh, oh," Tonks hurriedly continued, "Mandragora is really hard to pull out. It grows like a baby, and when I dug it out of the ground, its screams were so loud I could hear them even with my earmuffs on."
"I dug up pot after pot of mandrakes, just as Professor Sprout had taught me back in school, until the last one..."
"What happened to the last pot?" Sean pressed.
For some reason, he always felt that Tonks was hiding something.
It seems like there's something she doesn't want him to know.
"Until the last pot, when I was pulling out the mandrakes, I wanted to wipe the sweat from my forehead... and I accidentally knocked my earplugs out..."
Tonks didn't want to recall the shameful scene that happened in the greenhouse.
Amidst the sharp cries of the mandrake.
Her mind went blank for a moment, and the warm feeling that had been inside her suddenly came out.
Drops trickled down her skirt and into the flowerpot.
She quickly replanted the mandrake, and seeing that no one was around, she went to a corner of the greenhouse and quietly squatted down.
(Description omitted, such as a breeze lifting her skirt like a light feather, or the expulsion of remaining fluids from her body.)
"The earplugs fell off, but I put them back on and successfully completed the task Professor Sprout gave me," Tonks said against his will.
Perhaps she wasn't good at lying; her voice trailed off, "...Then I came to my senior's place..."
"Nothing else happened during that time?"
"N-nothing..." For some reason, Tonks became even more flustered. "It ends here."
Sean nodded, sincerely praising, "Junior, you did a great job. I'm so proud of you."
He took a bottle of wine from the cupboard and replaced the teacup in front of Tonks with a wine glass, handing it to him. This bottle of wine was specially prepared for Tonks to complete his concentration training.
Tonks took the glass and downed it in one gulp.
She didn't speak, but kept her head down, her eyes slightly red, as if something unspeakable was brewing in her heart.
After a long while, she mustered her courage, gently raised her head, her eyes gleaming, and spoke in a voice barely audible as she looked at Sean in front of her: "Senior, my..."
Sean looked at her, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, but only for a moment before he understood what Tonks wanted to say.
But he still pretended to be confused and gently encouraged her: "It's okay, take your time, I'm listening."
"Can I have my bra and panties back...?"
Before Tonks finished speaking, a faint blush had already crept onto her cheeks, as radiant and gentle as the clouds under the setting sun.
She bit her lower lip, as if searching for the courage to continue.
Sean feigned sudden realization, then took a gift box from his desk drawer and placed it in Tonks's palm.