Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Chapter 135 The Allure of the Bathroom

Unable to bear the feeling any longer, Sean pretended to have just sobered up and looked at Narcissa, who was writhing incessantly, asking, "What...are you...doing?"

Narcissa heard a familiar voice behind her, and her flushed face turned even redder.

She dared not turn around, fearing her husband would see her in such an embarrassing state, but at the same time, her body continued to sway and demand.

So she managed to squeeze out a few words, haltingly, "You...you...you're awake..."

"Where...am I...?" Sean tried his best to suppress the sensations in his body, still pretending to be drunk and confused.

Undoubtedly, he is a dedicated and good actor.

Narcissa, a young woman, personally vouches for this!

"You... just... came back from... Fudge's... reeking of alcohol..." Narcissa replied, panting heavily.

Upon hearing the words "Fuji".

Sean perked up.

He never expected that Lucius would be connected to Fudge.

In his excitement, his movements became even faster.

And regarding this change in rhythm.

Narcissa felt it most clearly; she sensed it...

"Oh right, Fudge... what did he want to see me about...? Damn it, my brain... I can't remember anything after drinking." Narcissa gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice from trembling too much. She emphasized each word as she spoke, "The letter said..."

Meanwhile, the night was as heavy as thick ink, and the office lights flickered in the silence, enveloping everything in a dim and hazy light.

The shadows twisted and stretched on the wall, like monsters lurking in the dark, watching everything inside.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the occasional whistling of the wind could be heard. It whistled through the cracks in the window, adding a touch of eeriness and terror to the deathly silence.

Two men sat at a large desk, their figures appearing unusually heavy under the dim desk lamp, like two heavy stones pressing down on the entire space.

"Are you really sure there won't be any problems doing this?" Minister Fudge frowned, his voice low and tense. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythmic sound unusually clear in the silent office, echoing in every corner.

Lucius looked up, his face gradually coming into view in Minister Fudge's sharp eyes.

It was a refined yet indifferent face, like a statue carved into hard rock, devoid of any warmth.

"Rest assured, Minister." Lucius's voice was deep and powerful, as if every word had been carefully crafted, radiating unquestionable confidence and determination. "I have made thorough preparations for this operation. We will certainly succeed in driving Dumbledore out of the wizarding world, and at that time, your will will become the sole standard for the entire British wizarding community."

Upon hearing this, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Fudge's eyes.

"Very good, Lucius." Minister Fudge spoke slowly, his voice carrying an air of authority. "If we succeed, I assure you, your and the Malfoy family's position in the wizarding world will be even more secure."

Lucius smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with ambition and anticipation: "Minister, rest assured, I will do everything in my power to support you. This operation must succeed; failure is not an option."

What Lucius was unaware of was that at that very moment, in his manor, or more precisely, in his bedroom, a truly unspeakable scene was unfolding.

Sean carefully lifted the plump, delicate leg that was pressing down on him, his movements as gentle as if he were caressing a precious piece of porcelain.

Narcissa was already fast asleep beside her.

Her sleeping posture was as cute as a docile kitten.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and faint tear stains remained on her delicate face, making one want to tenderly kiss away her tears.

She truly deserves to be a wife.

For a fleeting moment, Sean and Cao Mengde reached a certain agreement.

Her voluptuous body, skillful techniques, exquisite face, and innate noble temperament, combined with the contrast of her begging for mercy beneath him, made him somewhat unable to resist.

If he remembered correctly, Narcissa was Bella's sister.

Looking at the beauty before him, Sean gently pulled the blanket up to cover Narcissa's bare shoulders. He couldn't help but reach out and stroke her soft hair, his fingertips brushing across her delicate neck and snow-white skin. The cool touch made him feel somewhat intoxicated.

Just then, he remembered the main gains of the day.

Yes, that's right.

Cornelius Fudge.

When Sean first heard the name, he was somewhat surprised.

He never expected that Fudge would be standing behind Lucius.

It's important to know that just over a decade ago, Fudge was only the deputy director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters. After the war, a large number of leading wizards were killed, and Dumbledore became the strongest candidate for Minister of Magic.

However, Dumbledore refused the position, and the second candidate, Barty Crouch the Elder, had his son join the Death Eaters, so Fudge managed to snag this great opportunity and successfully take the position.

In his early years, Fudge lacked authority and few people followed his orders. It was Dumbledore who supported him; in other words, without Dumbledore's support, he would have been ousted long ago.

That's why Sean never expected that Fudge would actually want to kick his benefactor Dumbledore out.

But then Sean thought about it again, and it didn't seem so strange.

With Dumbledore behind him, Fudge is more like a puppet. If Dumbledore could be driven out, then the British wizarding world would become his personal fiefdom.

Moreover, according to the original story, this phenomenon was already foreshadowed.

It was during this school year that the Chamber of Secrets was successfully opened. Hagrid had been framed by Riddle fifty years ago as the one who opened the Chamber, so when the Chamber was opened again, everyone naturally went to Hagrid again.

Fudge wanted to take Hagrid back for questioning in order to undermine Dumbledore's authority—because Hagrid was only allowed to remain at Hogwarts because of Dumbledore's authorization.

If someone Dumbledore protects becomes a murderer who harms Muggle students, then Dumbledore will also be held responsible, especially if that person has a criminal record.

Therefore, this shows that if he didn't intend to deal with Dumbledore, he wouldn't have been so persistent with Hagrid. On the contrary, he would have protected Hagrid and extricated him from this incident.

Later, in the Three Musketeers Tournament of Fire and in some subsequent events, Fudge explicitly opposed Dumbledore. From these points, it can be seen that his actions were not impromptu, but rather that he had long had this idea in mind.

And this semester, he stood behind Lucius, instructing Lucius to force Dumbledore to leave Hogwarts. It's not surprising, though, that he was clever enough to hide himself behind the scenes and instruct Lucius to do all this.

If he succeeds, his future political career will be bright; if he fails, it will be Lucius's fault, and he will have nothing to do with it.

It must be said that Fudge was an excellent politician.

However... what he didn't understand was that in the wizarding world, magic still had to prevail.

Sean originally intended to find out everything by casting a "forgetting spell" on everyone who had seen him at Malfoy Manor, altering their memories, and then quickly leaving.

He was looking at the charming Narcissa beside him.

Xiao En changed his mind.

Perhaps staying another day and doing all this before leaving over the weekend would be just as feasible.

on Monday.

early morning.

The Malfoy Manor was bathed in a soft morning light, appearing serene and solemn.

A pale gold hue had just appeared on the horizon, blending with the deep blue of the sky above the manor to create a gradient painting.

The outline of the manor gradually became clear in the morning light, and the exquisite spires and magnificent stone carvings glittered in the sunlight; the dew on the lawn sparkled in the rising sun, like countless tiny diamonds scattered on a green carpet.

The trees in the distance also displayed their graceful forms in the morning light, and occasionally a few clear birdsongs could be heard from among the branches and leaves.

It added a touch of vitality to this tranquil morning.

Exhausted, Lucius returned home with heavy steps.

His leather shoes echoed dully in the entryway, seemingly telling of his weariness.

Two long discussions with Fudge over two consecutive days, countless arguments and compromises, and the constant refinement and improvement of the plan all weighed heavily on his mind.

His eyes revealed an undeniable weariness, a mental exhaustion far more difficult to dispel than physical fatigue.

Lucius took off his coat and sat heavily on the sofa, lost in thought.

The process of negotiating with Fudge kept replaying in his mind. Every detail and every confrontation left him feeling exhausted.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

"That old fox," he muttered under his breath, his tone revealing helplessness and anger.

Fudge's cunning and unpredictability both impressed and annoyed him; he even dared to "ask him to threaten another school board member."

He can even spout such nonsense as "he's providing support behind the scenes."

Thinking of this, Lucius let out a deep sigh.

The crisp "tick-tock" of high heels on the floor echoed from the spiral staircase, full of rhythm, like a light and cheerful beat in a piece of music.

The sound made Lucius unconsciously raise his head and look towards the stairwell.

As the sound drew closer, Narcissa's beautiful figure gradually came into his view.

She walked gracefully down the stairs in a well-tailored dress, each step so light yet dignified. For some reason, looking at Narcissa, Lucius felt she was even more beautiful and charming than before.

He was thinking about it...

Narcissa looked at Lucius, who was slumped on the sofa, and felt somewhat dazed.

These past two days, it seems like she had a dream.

In her dream, she was with Lucius...

However, that was just a dream.

She still found Lucius displeasing, so she merely snorted and walked out of the castle gate to tend to the flowers and plants in the garden.

Lucius looked at Narcissa, who was ignoring him, with a sense of helplessness. Knowing Narcissa as he did, he guessed that she wouldn't be communicating with him for a while.

Lucius let out a deep sigh.

Sigh, it seems like that thing... is definitely not going to happen.

As October arrived, a damp chill permeated the grounds, quietly infiltrating every corner of the castle.

The flu spread rapidly among faculty and students, keeping school doctor Ms. Pomfrey overwhelmed.

Although her energizer was highly effective, a rather peculiar side effect was that people who took it would experience a burning sensation in their ears for several hours.

The castle windows were being pounded by the heavy rain, a weather that had been going on for several days.

The lake water continued to rise, turning the flowerbeds into a muddy mess, while Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of a giant greenhouse under the nourishment of the rain.

Since Sean returned to the castle this week, he has rarely seen Tonks.

I don't know if it was just his imagination.

He felt that Tonks had been avoiding him lately.

Whether he asked the other party to do something or to grade homework, the other party always declined.

Moreover, whenever he and Tonks encountered each other in the cafeteria during mealtimes, the other person would immediately leave, regardless of whether they had finished eating.

He doesn't seem to have done anything to offend her lately...

At first, Sean thought the other woman was just feeling a bit annoyed because of the monthly menstrual cycle that all girls experience, but this went on for almost a whole week.

This left Sean somewhat confused.

He should probably find some time to have a serious talk with Tonks.

However, these are not the main points. With the help of young Tonks, he has been quite busy with various matters related to the Duel Club and Muggle Studies lately.

In addition, he also needs...

Therefore, he was slightly annoyed.

And sharing the same sentiment was his adorable little witch.

Hermione felt that her life had been absolutely terrible lately.

The first reason is Lockhart's recent poor performance in class.

It must be truly painful to have your idol ridiculed by others, and to be unable to find any way to defend them.

Moreover, she had a small worry in her heart... what if Professor Sean would one day be in that situation too?

Secondly, it's still about Professor Sean.

Since Professor Sean's Muggle studies were reported with great enthusiasm, a Muggle craze has swept through the castle.

So lately she's been getting a lot of inquiries from other wizards about things related to the Muggle world.

For example, what does a "water heater" do?

For example, what does a "subway station" look like?

This situation was undoubtedly cruel for her, who longed to be with Professor Sean but could not.

Every time she helped them answer this question, she couldn't help but think of this point.

Moreover, some Slytherin students were secretly belittling her Muggle status behind her back.

Today, she was looking for some peace and quiet on the castle lawn when she unexpectedly encountered a torrential downpour.

They soaked her until she was completely drenched.

Fortunately, she quickly stuffed the book into her coat; otherwise, the book would have gotten soaked along with it.

Walking down the deserted corridor, Hermione suddenly saw someone who looked just as troubled as she did.

The ghost of Gryffindor Tower, Nick, nearly headless, gazed melancholically out the window, muttering to himself: —

It doesn't meet their criteria—it's just half an inch off, if that—"

"Hello, Nick," Hermione said.

"Hello, hello." Nick, who was almost headless, was startled and looked around.

He wore a fashionable hat adorned with feathers over his long curly hair, and a knee-length tunic with a ruffled collar that concealed the fact that his neck had been almost completely severed.

He was like a wisp of smoke, almost imperceptible; Hermione could see through his body to gaze at the dark sky and the torrential rain outside.

"You seem troubled, Miss Granger," Nick said, folding up a transparent letter and tucking it into his tight-fitting clothes.

"You too," Hermione said.

"Ah," Nick, who was almost headless, waved a long, slender hand elegantly, "it's a small matter—it's not that I really want to participate—I thought I could apply, but it seems I 'don't meet the requirements'."

His tone was nonchalant, but his face revealed deep pain.

"Tell me then," he suddenly burst out, pulling the letter back from his pocket, "that someone who's been hacked at the neck forty-four times with a blunt axe is qualified to join the Headless Hunters?"

"Oh yes, I do." Hermione should obviously agree.

"My intention is, more than anyone else, to get things done cleanly and thoroughly, to have my head completely and utterly severed, so that I might be spared much pain and ridicule. But..." Nearly headless, Nick unfolded the letter and read aloud angrily:

"We can only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are separated."

You will fully realize that without this, Cheng Yao would not be able to participate in hunter team activities such as horseback juggling and head-balancing polo.

Therefore, I regret to inform you that you do not meet our requirements.

Best regards, Sir Patrick Bordmore.

Nick, nearly headless, angrily shoved the letter into his uniform.

"There's only a tiny bit of resistance and tendon connecting me to my neck, Hermione! Most people would think that's practically the same as losing your head. But no, to Ser Podmore, who's already completely decapitated, that's not enough."

Nick, nearly bewildered, took a few deep breaths and then said in a calm tone, "So what's wrong with you? Is there anything I can do to help?"

"There's no way," Hermione said, "unless you know how to get into third grade so quickly." Before he could finish, a sharp, piercing scream suddenly erupted from near Hermione's ankle, interrupting him.

She looked down and saw two bright yellow eyes staring at her.

That was Mrs. Lorris, a gaunt gray cat who was a favorite of the steward, Argus Filch, and often served as his right-hand woman in the endless squabbles between him and his students.

"Hermione, you'd better get out of here," Nick hurriedly warned. "Filch's in a terrible mood. He has a cold, and on top of that, some third-years accidentally smeared frog brains all over the ceiling of the Fifth Underground Classroom. He's been washing it all morning, and if he sees you all muddy—"

"You're right," Hermione said, backing away to avoid Mrs. Lorris's reproachful gaze, but it was too late.

Next, I'm preparing to start Luna's and Hermione's storylines. (You can write your thoughts on Penelope's storyline here.)