bacchusnovels Chapter 178 Who is accusing this official from below the stage?
Chapter 178 Who is accusing this official from below the stage?
Chapter 178 (Bonus Chapter) Who is accusing this official from below the stage?
To be honest, Penelope was filled with regret, a complex emotion mixed with pain and self-blame.
When she saw Hermione lying motionless on the ground, pale-faced and with her eyes closed, her heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and she was plunged into a deep vortex of self-blame.
If she had been more alert sooner, if she hadn't hesitated so much, if she had been able to find Professor Dumbledore sooner and bravely confront Professor Sean to expose his heinous crimes, would everything have been different?
Does this mean Hermione and Susan wouldn't have to suffer this undeserved misfortune, or experience such pain and harm?
These thoughts swirled in her mind like a sharp knife, cutting into her heart.
She felt as if she were being weighed down by an invisible burden, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She regretted her hesitation and indecisiveness, and regretted not standing up sooner.
Now, looking at Hermione's helpless appearance, she only wished that time could be turned back, giving her the chance to change everything.
This feeling lingered into the night, like a heavy dark cloud hanging over Penelope's heart, making it impossible for her to let go.
She lay on her bed in the dormitory, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Better late than never. (It's never too late to mend a broken fence.)
The words echoed in her ears, but she felt that they did not apply to her.
Because now, she feels she has missed too much, missed the opportunity to protect her classmates, and missed the best time to reveal the truth.
She couldn't help but wonder, was it already too late?
Is there nothing left to salvage?
However, this thought only flashed through her mind briefly. She knew she couldn't just give up like this, couldn't let herself be consumed by self-blame and regret. She had to do something, for Hermione, for Susan, and for herself.
She sat bolt upright; yes, she had to act.
Sean sat in Dumbledore's usual spot and brewed himself a cup of honey lemon tea. The tea leaves slowly unfurled in the hot water, releasing a delicate fragrance that intertwined with the sweet and sour flavors of honey and lemon, creating a unique taste.
Then, he took out several of Dumbledore's treasured desserts from the items he had confiscated the day before and carefully placed them on the exquisite porcelain plate in front of him.
With a sip of warm tea and a bite of delicate, soft pastry, Sean listlessly surveyed the scenery outside.
His gaze passed through the window frame, as if traversing time and space. From the angle outside the window, the entire Hogwarts was like a beautiful painting, spread out before his eyes.
Sean leaned back as far as he could, sinking deep into the old wooden chair behind him.
He subtly adjusted his posture, allowing every cell in his body to feel the warmth and support of the chair, as if engaging in a silent dialogue with his predecessor, Headmaster Dumbledore. Once he finally found the most comfortable and relaxed position, he had completed the final step of the entire "succession" ceremony.
He gently closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the aroma of honey lemon black tea, and let the sweet and sour taste slowly unfold on his tongue.
Then, he sighed from the bottom of his heart.
very nice.
so comfortable.
No wonder Dumbledore doesn't usually get involved in things and leaves most of them to Professor McGonagall.
He lay down here, not wanting to do anything.
However, he can't do nothing; otherwise, why would he become the principal?
Before Dumbledore left, the school remained unchanged; after Dumbledore left, the school still remained unchanged.
Wouldn't Dumbledore have left for nothing?
With this thought in mind, Sean suppressed the urge to take a nap in the chair. He forced his eyelids open and glanced at the table.
A stack of parchment, a magic brush.
It was the center of his gaze.
Is it possible to turn the ideas in my mind into reality...?
Just as Sean was deep in thought, planning his future, a hurried and urgent knocking sound came from outside the door, interrupting his thoughts.
He frowned slightly, then adjusted his expression to make it look more serious than usual.
"Please come in," Sean said softly.
The stone wall slowly parted, and a figure hurriedly walked in.
He was someone Sean hadn't expected.
He had expected the first person to visit him today to be the dean of one of the four academies, but instead it turned out to be a witch he knew somewhat—Penelope Crivat.
She looked nervous, as if she had something urgent to report.
Sean put down his magic brush, crossed his arms, and looked intently at Penelope, asking in a deep voice, "Is there something you need, Miss Crevat?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I...I have something important to report to you." Penelope Crevatt gasped for breath, her steps hurried and frantic, as if being chased by an invisible storm.
When she finally arrived at the desk, she looked up and was suddenly stunned.
The person sitting in that familiar headmaster's chair was not her beloved Professor Dumbledore, but someone else she least wanted to see at that moment—Sean.
This scene was like a bolt from the blue, instantly plunging her into despair.
"How...how...could it be you?" Her words were filled with disbelief, surprise, and bewilderment, as if her entire world had been turned upside down at that moment.
A flicker of panic and fear crossed Penelope's eyes; her heart pounded and her breathing became rapid.
She had thought that the person who made the decision had managed to escape the vortex, but looking back, she realized that she seemed to be deeply trapped.
Her gaze lingered between Sean and the empty principal's office, as if trying to find a reasonable explanation, or just an answer that could put her at ease.
However, at this moment, there was nothing but silence and confusion in the principal's office.
Sean noticed Penelope's surprise and confusion, and he sighed softly. He understood that such a sudden change could be hard to accept at first.
So he explained gently, "Miss Crevatt, you may not have heard that Professor Dumbledore has temporarily left the school, and I am temporarily assuming the duties of headmaster."
"I...I..." Penelope stammered, repeating herself as if an invisible hand was gripping her throat, making it difficult for her words to flow smoothly.
Her gaze lingered between Sean and the empty principal's office, a wave of terror washing over her, making it almost impossible for her to stand.
So, Sean, who had just become the principal and wanted to do something practical for the students, gently helped her recall what he had just said in an unusually considerate manner, "Miss Krivat, you just said you wanted to report something. So..."
Please tell me, who are you reporting? And what did they do wrong?