bacchusnovels Chapter 171 You Made the First Move
Chapter 171 You Made the First Move
Chapter 171 You Made the First Move ("Mouth")
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"Mrs. Malfoy, you can certainly disregard the honor of the Malfoy and Black families and choose to speak out about tonight's events," Sean paused, his tone low and menacing. "But you were the one who started it."
Narcissa was stunned; she hadn't expected Sean to respond like that.
His words were filled with deep sarcasm and threat, as if he had dealt her a heavy blow at her most vulnerable moment.
Did she make the first move with her mouth?
What does this mean?
Is he implying something?
Seeing that Narcissa didn't seem to understand what he was saying, Sean took out his photographic stone.
This seems to have become one of his signature skills—helping people with poor memories regain their memories.
Perhaps he should give himself a nickname: "Memory Reversalist"?
Although he had many thoughts in his mind, Sean's hands never stopped moving.
He placed the recording stone aside and turned on the playback button on it.
When the time came, a huge screen appeared on the snow-white wall of the bedroom.
It was in the bathroom.
Narcissa is doing something to "Lucius".
She slowly bent down, and then...:
When Narcissa saw the background of the screen appear in the bedroom, she knew something was wrong.
As the video played, her expression grew increasingly unpleasant.
If Phillips had that footage.
This indicates that the person at that time was not Lucius, but Phillips.
This answer cannot be found; it's just that she's unwilling to accept it.
Perhaps she realized this when "Lucius" suddenly became Sean, but selectively clung to wishful thinking.
When Sean ruthlessly ripped away her fig leaf, she had no chance of escaping anymore.
Narcissa's face turned deathly pale instantly. At that moment, she finally understood the double meaning in Sean's words, which made her feel both angry and terrified.
She stared wide-eyed at Sean, as if trying to pierce through him with her gaze.
"You—this isn't you!" Narcissa retorted in a trembling voice, but her confidence was clearly lacking.
She clearly remembered everything she had done that night, and Sean used that to blackmail her.
Narcissa took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. The man in front of her was clearly not someone she could easily deal with, and she couldn't let Sean see her panic.
"What exactly do you want?" Narcissa tried to keep her tone calm, but her heart was in turmoil.
Sean chuckled softly, slowly walked up to her, and looked her over with an unabashed gaze. He said in a low voice, "Mrs. Malfoy, I don't mean anything by it. It's just that we both have our own secrets, don't we? Perhaps we can reach some kind of agreement and remain silent; it would be better for both of us."
Sean looked at her, a smug glint in his eyes.
He knew he had the upper hand, and as long as Narcissa didn't want to bring shame upon the entire Malfoy family, she wouldn't dare to make any rash moves.
"Mrs. Malfoy, I think you're a smart woman and should know how to choose," Sean said slowly, his tone full of sarcasm and threat.
Narcissa bit her lower lip tightly, weighing the pros and cons.
If she were to reveal this, not only would the honor of the Malfoy and Black families be damaged, but her own reputation would also be severely affected.
However, if she chose to remain silent, it would be tantamount to acquiescing to Sean's threat, which made her feel extremely resentful.
Finally, Narcissa took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
"Fine, we each have our secrets, and we won't interfere with each other." Narcissa finally compromised, knowing she had no other choice.
Sean nodded in satisfaction. "Very good, Mrs. Malfoy. I hope we can maintain this understanding."
Just as he was about to leave, Narcissa suddenly called out to him.
She raised her head, looked directly into Sean's eyes, and said in an undeniable tone, "Sean Phillips, you've won. But remember, there are no permanent winners in this world."
"Hehe." Sean ignored her, chuckled, and turned to leave the room, leaving Narcissa standing there alone, lost in thought.
The next day.
Hogwarts.
Sunlight gently falls on the ancient and mysterious castle, its golden glow intertwining with the weathered stone walls.
The morning dew still clung to the treetops, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and trees. In the distance, the surface of Black Lake shimmered, with the occasional reflection of a waterbird flitting by.
Students began to rise one after another, and light footsteps echoed in the dormitory corridors. Dressed in their respective house robes and carrying wands, they excitedly shared their dreams from the previous night and their anticipation for today's classes.
Inside the auditorium, a sumptuous breakfast was laid out on the long table. The steaming food emitted an enticing aroma, making one's mouth water.
Just when everything was thriving and filled with warmth, an untimely argument broke out in Tao Jinniang's bathroom on the second floor.
"Why didn't you come to see me last night?" Percy questioned, his voice tinged with barely concealed suspicion.
"I had something to do last night," Penelope explained. "I forgot to tell you."
Percy frowned, clearly dissatisfied with this explanation. "Forgot to tell me? Penelope, didn't we make a promise? I'm very disappointed that you don't respect our agreement."
As he drew closer, he abruptly changed the subject, "So, what did you do last night?"
"I...I..." Penelope stammered, unable to speak.
She didn't want to tell anyone her speculations before she had solid evidence, as that would only cause unnecessary trouble for both her and Professor Sean.
Percy's suspicions deepened as he observed Penelope's hesitation. "Penelope, what are you hiding?"
After hesitating for a long time, Penelope pursed her lips and slowly said, "I can't tell you..."
"I've noticed something's off between you and that Slytherin kid for a while now. You two have been hiding it..."
Penelope looked at Percy, a flash of annoyance in her eyes, her dissatisfaction finally erupting.
She could understand why Percy was angry, but she couldn't accept that he suspected her of cheating; it was undoubtedly an insult to her character.
So before Percy could finish speaking, she angrily interrupted him.
"What am I hiding? What makes you suspect me like this? I just need a little time to organize my thoughts and tell you about what happened last night, but your attitude makes me feel like you've already convinced me I'm doing something shameful!"
Percy was taken aback; he hadn't expected Penelope to react so strongly. "Penelope, I—I was just worried about you. You suddenly disappeared last night, so of course I was curious about where you went."
"Worried about me? Or doubting me?" Penelope sneered. "Percy, we've been together for so long..."
Don't you know me? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would betray you?
Percy quickly explained, "No, of course not. I never suspected you would betray me, I was just—just curious about where you were last night."
"Curiosity? Or suspicion?" Penelope questioned again. "Your words are full of suspicion, and it hurts me. If you don't trust me, what's the point of our relationship?"
Percy paused for a moment, then slowly spoke, "Penello, I'm sorry. I admit I might have been a little too sensitive, but it's because I care about you, and I don't want to lose you. I'll adjust my attitude and try to give you more trust and space."
Penelope's anger subsided slightly after hearing Percy's words, but she was still somewhat dissatisfied. "I hope you can truly do what you say, and not just talk the talk. Our relationship needs to be built on trust. If you can't even do that, then let's break up."
Percy was startled upon hearing this. He gripped Penelope's hand tightly. "No, I won't let you leave me. I will prove my trust and love for you with my actions. Please give me a chance."
Penelope looked into Percy's determined eyes, and her dissatisfaction gradually dissipated.
She took a deep breath and then nodded gently. "Okay, I'll give you a chance. But remember, trust is a two-way street. If you can't keep it, I won't give you a second chance."
Percy nodded quickly after hearing this. "Thank you, Penelope. I will cherish this opportunity and prove my love and trust in you with my actions."
After Percy left, Penelope, rather embarrassed and annoyed, lifted the basin, and unexpectedly, this action led to a new discovery.
Just as she was fiddling with the faucet.
At the doorway, a pair of eyes silently watched her.
As time goes by, the days slip by quietly.
Harry could no longer catch the ghostly whisper; the eerie whispers seemed to have been swallowed up by the quiet night.
The three children's mood brightened, and they began to believe that they might never have to ask Hagrid the truth about his expulsion.
Four months have passed since Justin and Nick, who was nearly headless, were petrified by an unknown force.
During this period, people gradually came to believe that the terrible attacker, regardless of his true identity, had given up his evil deeds and fallen into silence.
After all, each of them had some glutinous rice and black donkey hooves.
They firmly believed that no zombie would dare to act rashly under the power of these two magical treasures.
Peeves' singing finally faded from the corridor; he seemed tired of repeatedly chanting the tune of "Oh, Potter, you rascal."
One day during herbalism class, Ernie Macmillan politely asked Harry to hand him a small bucket of jumping mushrooms.
In March, several mandrakes held a lively and noisy dance in the third greenhouse, which pleased Professor Sprout very much.
"When they want to be moved to other pots, we'll know they're fully mature," she told the young wizards. "Then we can bring those poor people in the hospital back to life."
"Mandragora can slow down the zombies!" a young wizard replied immediately.
"It only costs 25 sun, which is great value for money," another young wizard added.
"Place it in the second-to-last row..."
If someone unfamiliar with the situation were to suddenly enter the greenhouse, they might mistake this class for an e-sports class (if such a class actually exists), with everyone quietly sharing their experiences and insights from Plants vs. Zombies.
As for herbal medicine.
What is that?
Surprisingly, Professor Sprout was not angry about it.
Instead, she enthusiastically joined the students' discussion.
"Based on the characteristics of mandrake, I think it should be placed in the front row," Sprout said enthusiastically. "It's cheap and has amazing effects; there's nothing more suitable for it to be placed in the front row as cannon fodder."
"As for the cream puff pods, they should be placed in the last row."
At some point, the young wizards below began to stop whispering to each other. Instead, they took out paper and pens from their backpacks and watched with wide eyes as Professor Sprout took notes.
Because no one at Hogwarts knew more about plants than Sprout.
Perhaps, while learning about herbalism, they might also learn some strategies for the new version of Plants vs. Zombies layout.