bacchusnovels Chapter 153 Bella's Test of Fidelity + Tonks
Chapter 153 Bella's Test of Fidelity + Tonks
Chapter 153 Bella's Test of Fidelity (Part 2) + Tonks (Long Chapter of 10,000 Words)
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Bella would recognize Voldemort even if he were reduced to ashes.
Even though Voldemort looks so young.
Bella even found his youth somewhat unbelievable.
Bella's heart was pounding in her chest; she could hardly believe her eyes.
Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord she once loyally followed, now stood before her in such a youthful manner.
That handsome yet cold face was completely different from the image of Voldemort in my memory—a face full of wrinkles and a sinister, terrifying presence.
Bella's legs began to tremble uncontrollably. She tried to steady herself, but the fear and shock she felt prevented her from remaining calm.
In the magical world, the ability to maintain youth usually signifies the possession of powerful magical abilities.
"Bella, it's been a long time." Voldemort's voice was deep and magnetic, as if it possessed a magical power that could penetrate one's soul.
Bella forced a smile, but her voice trembled so badly she could barely speak, "You...you...how could you..."
Voldemort smiled slightly, a smile that revealed a coldness and cruelty, "I have gained more power than before, and I have regained my youthful appearance."
Bella swallowed hard, her eyes filled with awe.
Although Voldemort's appearance had changed drastically, his inner and outer majesty and domineering aura remained undiminished.
"I...I'm so happy for you..." Bella finally found her voice, though it was weak and trembling.
Voldemort nodded, his gaze profound. "Yes, Bella, I am stronger than before. I have mastered new magic that allows me to regain my youth. And this is just the beginning."
He paused, looked around as if admiring his masterpiece, and said, "This world will soon feel my power again. We will make those who betrayed me, those who thought they could escape my grasp, pay the price."
"I know how terribly wrong they were."
He then paused abruptly, his tone shifting, his gaze fixed intently on Bella. "My most 'loyal' servant, I've been here so long, yet you refuse to call me 'master.' Have you forgotten who your true master is? Or rather," Voldemort's voice suddenly turned icy, "you are no longer loyal to me?"
At this moment, the other three people in the room, including Sean, were so frightened by this sudden turn of events that they didn't dare to breathe.
Walbugar chose to stand there motionless, feigning death, praying that Voldemort would only see her as an ordinary portrait.
Kreacher collapsed to the ground, trembling all over. Facing Voldemort, he thought back to what had happened that night.
Sean, on the other hand, was pale-faced. He gripped his wand tightly, sweat beading on his palms, yet he dared not relax his grip even slightly.
"I...I..." Bella was momentarily speechless, her gaze shifting between Sean and Voldemort, her heart filled with contradictions and struggles.
Voldemort stared coldly at Bella, awaiting her answer. The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense, as if a string might snap at any moment.
Finally, Bella took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and said firmly, "He is my master now."
As she spoke, Bella resolutely walked to Sean's side. This step was undoubtedly difficult for her, as if she had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and it also symbolized the transformation in her heart.
Sean looked back at her, his eyes showing surprise and a hint of relief.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze. Volbuga stopped pretending to be dead, opened his eyes from the picture frame, and Kreacher also stopped convulsing, staring in astonishment at the scene.
They couldn't believe that Bella, who had once been so loyal to Voldemort, would make such a choice.
A look of disbelief and rage flashed across Voldemort's face. He stared at Bella as if trying to see right through her.
However, Bella met his gaze without fear, her eyes shining with determination.
"Bella, do you know the consequences of betraying me?" Voldemort's voice was cold and authoritative, as if it came from the depths of hell. "If you kill the man beside you now, I will still allow you to return to my side."
Bella pursed her lips and didn't answer, but her eyes became even more determined.
She demonstrated her choice through her actions, standing firmly by Sean's side and refusing to back down.
Seeing this, Voldemort, enraged, laughed coldly. He slowly turned to Sean and sneered, "What do you think you've won? This woman, she's nothing but a traitor, her loyalty has long since vanished. And you, what makes you think you can stand against me?"
"Voldemort, your power is indeed immense, but power doesn't mean everything." Sean remained unfazed, calmly replying, "Some things, like courage and justice, are things you will never understand."
If good looks equal justice.
If you look at it that way, he is indeed on the side of justice.
Enraged by Sean's words, Voldemort brandished his wand, and a beam of green light shot towards Sean.
Seeing this, Bella stepped forward without hesitation, using her own body to block the deadly green light.
"No!" Sean exclaimed, but it was too late.
The green light struck Bella, who groaned in pain and collapsed limply into Sean's arms. Then... she opened her eyes in confusion.
She looked at Sean, seemingly confused about what had happened.
Why...doesn't it hurt at all?
At first, it felt like being shocked by an electric current, but then the pain disappeared without a trace.
Before she could react, Voldemort strode up to Sean, knelt on one knee, tossed his wand aside, and respectfully said, "Greetings, Master."
Sean smiled and nodded, gesturing for Voldemort to get up.
Voldemort is naturally Riddle from the diary.
Before leaving today, Sean deliberately soaked the life potion in his diary to help Riddle briefly regain his energy and stage this show to test Bella's reaction.
Sean was very satisfied with the test results.
Bella stepped forward without hesitation at the critical moment, shielding herself from the deadly green light with her own body, which was enough to prove her loyalty to Sean; and Riddle, as Sean expected, acted exactly according to his plan without revealing any flaws.
Bella watched in disbelief as this scene unfolded.
Her mind was filled with confusion and shock, as if the whole world had been turned upside down at that moment.
She looked at Voldemort, the once incredibly powerful Dark Lord who made the entire wizarding world tremble.
But now he knelt before Sean, respectfully addressing him as master.
This was simply unbelievable, something she couldn't accept.
"Bella, you did a great job," Sean said gently. "You proved your loyalty and courage."
I'm so proud of you.
"Now, I'm going upstairs to check your injuries." With that, Sean carried Bella upstairs. As he pushed open the door to the bedroom, he suddenly remembered something and instructed Riddle downstairs, "Riddle, stand guard at the door for me and don't let anyone in."
Bella, feeling weak and powerless, watched helplessly as Sean reached for her buttons.
This was her bedroom when she was a child, and now she has to live here.
Perhaps affirming his own actions, the owner's movements had never been so gentle.
The thought that Riddle, standing at the door, would overhear what was about to happen between the two of them made her feel increasingly hot.
"Don't be nervous, the night is still long..." Sean said gently.
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As Riddle listened to the sounds of debauchery emanating from inside the room, he looked up at the bright moon outside the window and felt a sense of emptiness in his heart.
He spat on the ground, muttering, "What's so great about women? Nothing beats the allure of power."
I don't know why.
Harry felt that Hermione was acting strangely today.
As he and Ron recounted the events of the previous night to her, she sat there, stirring the hot chocolate in front of her with a spoon, her eyes filled with confusion and contemplation.
She didn't even notice that the steaming hot chocolate had long since lost its temperature and become ice-cold.
Harry and Ron exchanged a puzzled look; they had never seen Hermione so distracted.
"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry finally couldn't help but ask.
Hermione seemed startled by Harry's voice. She looked up in alarm, a hint of confusion in her eyes as if she had just been pulled back to reality from some deep thought.
"I...I'm fine." She forced a smile, trying to make herself look normal, but the smile was obviously forced and even a little stiff.
Harry and Ron exchanged a puzzled look; they had never seen Hermione so distracted.
Finally, Ron broke the silence. "Hermione, if you have any problems, you can talk to us," he said gently. "We're friends, and we'll do our best to help."
Hermione sighed softly, put down her spoon, and her eyes softened. "Thank you. I really don't know how to say this—I've encountered some personal problems, some complicated ones, and I'm still trying to sort them out."
In fact, after doing that last night, she stared blankly at the murky liquid on her hands for a brief moment.
She washed her hands many times with water yesterday, and even now, she can still feel the lingering warmth and scent in her palms.
However, she didn't come away empty-handed.
The gains were far greater than those of the two eloquent men in front of him.
It's always the same; we still have to rely on her in crucial moments.
Thinking of this, Hermione's eyes cleared briefly.
She turned to look at the two people discussing Malfoy, put down her spoon, and said with a serious expression, "I know who opened the secret room last time."
Harry and Ron stopped their discussion at the same time and looked at Hermione in surprise.
Ron said to Hermione with a hint of exasperation, "You didn't hear what we were saying. It wasn't Malfoy who opened the Chamber of Secrets, and he doesn't know who it was..."
Before Ron could finish speaking, Hermione interrupted him decisively, "It's Hagrid."
"Hagrid?" Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison, clearly surprised by the answer.
"Yes, it's Hagrid," Hermione said firmly.
Professor Sean wouldn't lie to him, especially not in that situation...
She clearly remembered Professor Sean telling her that fifty years ago, Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets, the monster inside escaped, killed Myrtle, and was expelled from school as a result.
Moreover, the three of them already knew that Hagrid unfortunately had a deep affection for enormous monsters.
During their time at Hogwarts last year, Hagrid had tried to raise a dragon in his little wood, and the three-headed dog he called "Fluwell" was something they could never forget.
Back then, when Hagrid was just a boy, Hermione knew that if he heard that a monster was hiding somewhere in the castle, he would do everything he could to see it.
Hagrid likely thought it was inappropriate to keep the monster imprisoned for so long and that it should be given a chance to stretch its legs; Hermione could even imagine thirteen-year-old Hagrid wanting to put a leash and collar on the monster.
But Hermione also believed that Hagrid would never intentionally kill someone.
Harry frowned. "But Hagrid is our friend, how could he possibly do such a thing?"
“I know this is hard to accept,” Hermione sighed, “but we have to face the facts. Hagrid has always had a deep affection for magical creatures, and the Chamber of Secrets contains an ancient monster. I suspect that Hagrid may have inadvertently discovered the key to opening the Chamber and opened it for some reason.”
Ron shook his head. "I still can't believe it. Hagrid is such a kind person, how could he do something to hurt a student?"
He then paused.
"Besides, how did you know about this?"
Upon hearing this question, Hermione blushed deeply, lowered her head, and shyly avoided Harry and Ron's gaze.
How should she tell these two people...?
Could it be that she learned this information while providing...services to the professor...?
"I stumbled upon it in the library," she explained softly, her fingers unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. "I consulted many ancient books and materials about the Chamber of Secrets, trying to find some clues. Then, I saw information about Hagrid and the Chamber of Secrets in a very old book."
Seemingly realizing her own reasoning was untenable, Hermione immediately changed the subject, "On the contrary..."
Anyway, you don't need to worry about it; this news is definitely true.
Ron suddenly seemed to remember something. He bit his lip and tentatively asked, "You met Hagrid in Knockturn Alley last time, didn't you, Harry?"
"He's buying nectar to get rid of slugs," Harry said quickly.
The three raccoon dogs fell silent.
After an awkward silence on the island, Hermione hesitantly asked the most difficult question: "You see,"
Shouldn't we ask Hagrid about these things?
"That was a pleasant visit," Ron said sarcastically. "Hello, Hagrid, tell us, have you let any of those savage, hairy creatures out of the castle lately?"
The three of them fell silent again.
As night deepened, Hogwarts was enveloped in tranquility.
The moonlight, like water, spilled over the ancient castle, making the stone walls glow with a faint silvery white in the night, as if covered by a layer of mysterious snow. The castle's spires stood out sharply against the night sky, like brave guardians of this ancient land, silent and solemn.
The castle corridors were deserted, save for the soft glow of the wall lamps illuminating every corner. The figures in the portraits hanging on the walls seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, save for the occasional snores and whispers of dreams.
This shattered the tranquility of the island corridor.
Tonks sat quietly in his office, his eyes revealing both anxiety and anticipation.
Why haven't they arrived yet...?
Her gaze kept drifting to the magic clock on the table, its hands moving slowly, making a "tick-tock" sound.
Until—
The ticking sound changed.
A series of heavy footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, breaking the silence of the night.
Tonks' heart raced instantly; at this moment, the only person appearing in the corridor was...
As the footsteps drew closer, Tonks gradually relaxed, because she recognized the familiar sound.
Several lifetimes have passed.
Before the knocking could even sound, he immediately stood up from his chair and strode towards the office door.
The door was gently pushed open, and a figure appeared in the doorway.
It's Phillips Island; he's back.
However, Tonks felt that Jin Ya looked much more tired than usual.
If Sean could hear Tonks's thoughts, he would certainly nod in agreement with her keen insight.
As she could see, he was indeed extremely tired at that moment.
Having just fought Bella three times and without a moment's rest, he rushed back to Hogwarts. Before coming to Tonks' office, he even went back to his own office to retrieve the Christmas presents that "Tonks" hadn't taken with her the night before.
He wanted to test his own psychological hypothesis:
As soon as Sean entered, Tonks noticed the exquisite gift box in his hand. She stared at the box with curiosity and anticipation.
Sean walked towards her with a smile, his eyes revealing a unique tenderness.
After locking the door, Tonks turned to face Sean, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, and asked softly, "What's this?"
Sean smiled mysteriously and handed the gift box to Tonks. "This is your Christmas present..."
Tonks accepted the gift box with both hands and said softly, "Thank you, Sean Island." Then, she slowly untied the ribbon on the gift box with her fingertips.
A strange outfit came into view inside the gift box.
Tonks stared wide-eyed at the outfit in disbelief.
When Sean saw the surprised expression on Tonks's face, he understood.
Based on what happened to him in the magic classroom a few days ago, it's not hard to guess which witch appeared in his office last night.
However, if Tonks could wear the "clothes" Hermione wore for him...
It's quite a thought, to think about it.
So he said gently to Tonks, "Honey, could you... try it on for me here?"
To be honest, Tonks was somewhat disappointed.
She had assumed that Sean and her mother would bring her a Christmas gift related to marriage, perhaps a ring representing an eternal commitment, expressing his desire to spend the rest of his life with her.
However, when she opened the gift box and found that it wasn't the engagement ring she had imagined, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
As Tonks was pondering Sean's intentions, she suddenly felt her hand being gently pulled up by another large hand.
She looked up in surprise at Sean, only to see a gentle yet firm light shining in his eyes.
She looked over in the direction Sean was pointing and was surprised to find that he had produced a ring from somewhere without her noticing.
Sean smiled at her, his voice gentle yet firm: "Tonks, although what I gave you before wasn't an engagement ring, it doesn't mean I don't love you or want to spend the rest of my life with you." He paused, gazing deeply into her eyes.
"This ring is the Christmas gift I truly wanted to give you, and it's my promise to you." She said.
He slowly extended his hand, and the ring, shimmering with dazzling light, lay quietly in his palm.
The ring's design is simple yet elegant, with a sparkling diamond set in the center, symbolizing the purity and steadfastness of love.
"I'm willing to walk hand in hand with you through every spring, autumn, and winter. No matter how rugged the road ahead may be, I, Tanuki, am willing to face it with you. Tonks, will you accept my promise and spend the rest of your life with me?" Sean's voice was full of sincerity and expectation.
As Tonks listened to Sean's every word, his disappointment vanished, replaced by overwhelming emotion and happiness.
She looked at the ring in Sean's hand, her eyes glistening with tears.
She nodded gently, her voice trembling slightly: "I do, Sean, I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
After saying that, she extended her hand, waiting for the ring that symbolized an eternal promise.
Sean gently lifted her hand and slowly slipped the ring onto her ring finger.
The ring fits the finger perfectly, as if it had always belonged there.
After doing all this, Tonks couldn't wait to take out the gift from the box. At this moment, all she wanted to do was show her lover her best side.
She slowly unbuttoned her sweater, her movements elegant and deliberate, as if she were playing a beautiful melody.
When she finally took off her outer clothes completely, Sean's eyes were glued to her.
Compared to Hermione's shy performance of the dress falling down last night, Tonks' own performance was more natural, more candid, and had a different kind of beauty.
At this moment, Tonks's enviable figure and flawless skin were on full display. Her slender waist was clearly defined, and her flat stomach had no excess fat.
Her straight, beautiful legs, encased in jeans, only made her look more alluring and captivating.
Sean swallowed hard, his gaze fixed intently on Tonks' next move.
As the zipper gradually slid down, her fair and delicate skin was gradually revealed, smooth and delicate like milk.
It exudes a faint, pleasant fragrance.
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"Try it on, baby." Sean reached out and handed the clothes that Tonks had just put aside to Tonks.
Tonks reached out and took it, took a deep breath, and began to put on the strange outfit.
Her fingers moved between the thin leather straps, occasionally touching her skin and bringing a shivering pleasure.
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"Honey, in two years we'll..." Sean said, "In two years... we'll get married..."
Hearing Sean's promise, Miss Tonks worked even harder.
"Your father doesn't know about this yet, so don't mention it to him when you go home. I told your aunt to pretend she doesn't know, and we'll give them a surprise when we get married..."
As he spoke, Sean tried to smell Tonks's scent.
He seemed to smell a fragrant scent of sweat mixed with Miss Granger's delicate fragrance, and he instinctively...
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Main Quest (Tonks)
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[Character: Nymphadora Tonks]
Age: 18
Mood: 24
【Favourability: 20】
[Reputation: 0]
[Wandering Value: 12]
For the young wizards who have just entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Christmas holiday seems like a fleeting dream that passes in the blink of an eye.
With the warmth and happiness of their families and endless nostalgia, they slowly boarded the unique Hogwarts Express.
A familiar and warm atmosphere permeated the carriage. The reddish-brown leather seats, the flickering lights, and the faint sound of the steam whistle reminded them of the cozy moments they had spent Christmas with their families.
I really don't want to go back to school.
This is the sentiment of most of the young wizards on the train, and also Hermione's sentiment.
At this time, the area around the Gryffindor island table in the Great Hall was packed with people.
"Activate the skill 'Reading the Books'!" Hermione stretched out her little hand, holding up her Wizard card high, and then revealed the skill description: "During the preparation phase, examine the top card to determine the card arrangement, then place any card on top of the deck, and place the remaining cards at the bottom of the deck."
As Hermione murmured her instructions, she flicked her finger slightly, and the first card in the neatly arranged "card box" on the chessboard began to float slowly.
As if drawn by some mysterious force, the card gently broke free from the box and gracefully traced an elegant arc in the air.
All eyes were immediately drawn to the floating "card," which spun slightly in the air before finally landing steadily on the table in front of them.
The card is face up, displaying a striking image: the capital "10 of Hearts".
"What incredible luck!" Ron muttered under his breath, sitting diagonally across from him, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"This—" Harry was also somewhat taken aback. He looked at Hermione, only to see that she remained calm and composed, as if she had everything under control.
"This wasn't luck," Hermione said calmly, her gaze sweeping across everyone's faces. "It was a combination of strategy and skill. I studied this deck for a long time, knowing the characteristics of each card and its possible positions. Just now, I simply chose the card with the highest probability of success."
"Nonsense." Ron didn't believe Hermione's explanation, but whether he believed it or not, the fight between the raccoons was going to continue.
The people around held their breath, and even Lee Jordan, who loved commentating on Wizards vs. Wizards matches, stopped his commentary and waited curiously for Hermione's next move.
To be honest, this game of Wizard Kill was the highest-selling game he had seen this semester.
Oh?
So today is the start of a new semester.
I'm sorry, he was referring to this semester.
In this increasingly somber atmosphere, the ten cards seemed to come alive, leaping up one after another like a graceful silver dragon tracing an elegant path through the air.
Each card shimmered with a subtle light, like dragon scales gleaming in the sunlight, together creating a breathtaking scene.
The silver dragon, composed of ten cards, circled and danced in the air before slowly descending in front of Hermione.
Each card was arranged precisely on the table in front of her, as if paying homage to her, or perhaps awaiting her next instruction.
Hermione stood in the center of the circle formed by the crowd, her gaze sharp and focused, scanning the ten shimmering cards in front of her like a hawk.
She waved her wand gently, her fingertips tracing an elegant arc at the tip, which emitted a subtle blue light that mingled with the silver glow of the card.
As she moved, the cards that were pointed to seemed to receive some kind of mysterious summons, quickly rising from the deck and flipping lightly, as if dancing in the air.
splash-
The selected cards were placed steadily at the very front of the group.
The few remaining cards, like stars that have lost their light, slunk away to the bottom of the set.
This round is naturally Hermione's round.
Hermione's self-illumination paused briefly at the top of the group before she deftly drew two cards from it.
Her fingers gently brushed across the cards, feeling the texture and patterns on them, and then a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
Yes, that's it.
"Super fluorescent flashing!" she suddenly exclaimed, her voice filled with confidence and power.
As soon as she finished speaking, Hermione on the chessboard immediately waved her wand, and a dazzling light emanated from the tip of the wand, as if a small sun was shining in front of everyone.
The light was so intense that the remaining players on the chessboard had to shield their eyes with their hands to avoid being injured by it.
Immediately afterward, Hermione quickly played another card from her middle hand, and her voice rang out again: "Petrification Charm!" This time, her voice carried a sharper and more decisive tone.
As she spoke, the card seemed to be imbued with magical power, emanating a cold and hard aura that sent chills down one's spine.
Sensing the magical fluctuations, Hermione decisively waved her wand, and a red beam shot out from it, heading towards Ron's wizard character "Flitwick" on the field.
"Flitwick" stared wide-eyed. He had just lowered his hand when he saw a light rapidly approaching him.
He instinctively tried to dodge, but the beam of light was too fast, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of him.
Oops.
When Ron realized this, his beloved Professor Flitwick had turned into a stone and was standing motionless on the chessboard.
Regaining his composure, Lee Jordan's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery. He cleared his head and, in a referee's tone, swiftly and forcefully announced: "Miss Granger's beautiful combination move has successfully taken down Ron. Ron is eliminated!"
Ron looked disappointed upon hearing the verdict. He shook his head helplessly and sheepishly placed the cards in his hand one by one into the discard pile on the chessboard.
With each card he placed, his heart grew heavier. These were cards he had carefully chosen, cards he had placed high hopes on!
The cards, now lying quietly in the discard pile, seemed like a silent mockery of his defeat.
He kept muttering, "What kind of game is this... It's not fun at all." His tone was full of dissatisfaction and frustration.
"Wizard Chess is still more fun," Ron added. For him, a fair game like Wizard Chess is more enjoyable... After all, not everyone has a wizarding role like Hermione.
"Next up is the Weasley brothers' turn!"
George chuckled smugly, then slowly pulled his Wizarding Book from his pocket, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
He glanced around at his friends, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and jokingly announced, "Time for a prank!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Fred, standing next to him, quickly grabbed two new cards from the deck.
His gaze lingered on the new card for a moment, then he played it without hesitation, placing it face down on the table.
He deliberately spoke in an exaggerated tone: "I say, this is a 'Fire Curse,' who agrees, who disagrees?"
This is a skill of the Weasley brothers' wizarding class—mischief.
Each turn, you can activate Prank three times. You can denote a card as a basic card and play it. If no one questions it, you can play the card you claimed. If someone questions it, you can reveal proof. If it is true, the person who asked the question loses one health point. If it is false, the prank fails, the card is discarded, and you have no chance to activate the Prank skill again this turn.
The group of foxes were deep in thought.
The Fireball Spell, a fearsome spell, is one of the most powerful and mysterious dark magic curse cards in The Witcher Slayer.
It is known for its powerful strength and unpredictable effects, often turning the tide of a game at crucial moments.
In this meticulously designed deck, "Cursed Cards" are few in number, and each one contains immense power. The Fire Curse is unique in this deck, and its rarity is self-evident. Due to its powerful strength and rare attributes, sometimes, even after playing several games, it is difficult to see a "Cursed Card" even once.
At this point, people couldn't help but wonder if the Weasley brothers were really that lucky.
Can they really draw this precious cursed card accurately from such a thick deck?
Hermione looked up suspiciously, staring intently at the Weasley brothers' facial expressions, trying to find a clue.
However, the Weasley brothers appeared unusually calm, as if everything was under their control. Their eyes revealed confidence and determination, as if victory was already assured.
With such an imposing presence, it's hard to doubt the truthfulness of their words.
Wait, are they just pretending to be calm?
No, no, could they be feigning composure to make us think they're just pretending, when in fact they really have this card in their hand?
No, no, no.
The remaining little wizard raccoons on the field weren't stupid; they could easily connect the points mentioned above, and thus they became even more cautious.
Finally, Ron, who was watching from the sidelines, spoke up, his voice tinged with doubt, "How could you guys be so lucky?"
George smiled slightly, not answering Hermione's question directly, but turning to Fred and saying, "Fred, it seems our lovely little brother has some doubts about our luck."
Fred chimed in, "Oh, Ron, you underestimate your brothers. You know, luck can be created with wisdom."
With that, Fred smiled mysteriously and pulled a small device out of his pocket.
It was an exquisite metal object, inlaid with some sparkling gems, which made it look both mysterious and high-tech.
"This is our latest invention, a little gadget called the 'Lucky Compass,'" Fred proudly explained. "It can sense the position of rare cards in a deck, allowing us to calculate which card we need to draw to get them, thus controlling the deck."
Hermione, sitting to the side, stared wide-eyed at the "Lucky Compass" in Fred's hand in disbelief.
She had never heard of such a magical device, let alone seen one in person. If this were true, then the Weasley brothers' luck was not accidental, but the result of careful planning.
"Did you really invent this?" Ron stammered.
"Of course!" George laughed smugly. "This little gadget is just one of our many inventions."
As he spoke, George gracefully turned to his surroundings, his smile widening. He scanned the people present, then loudly declared, "For buying things, you can come to the Weasley brothers!"
Whether it's magical gadgets or practical everyday items, we at Tanuki can tailor-make them for you.
His voice was loud and confident... but it abruptly ended in the next life.
Because he clearly saw that the people around him were looking at him with an expression that said "take care," he stiffly turned around and saw a familiar figure.
Sean was looking at him with a smile.
Merlin above: Why does Professor Sean always manage to interrupt him at his most crucial moments?
And... Professor Sean walks without making a sound!
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