bacchusnovels Chapter 193 Senior's Mission
Chapter 193 Senior's Mission
Chapter 193 Senior's Mission
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After Tonks left.
Sean stared at the Ravenclaw tiara in his hand, lost in thought.
For some reason, he felt that the crown had changed.
Could it be...?
Sean immediately thought of the incident that happened between Helena and the other person in his office last time.
Although he has not yet determined what factors led to the change in the Ravenclaw tiara, all things considered, continuing to strengthen his relationship with Helena is undoubtedly a wise move.
If Helena knew that she had secretly found the Ravenclaw tiara for her, she might...:
After a brief planning, Sean turned his attention to the next task.
A locked-room mystery.
As we know from the previous events, the fastest way to build a reputation at Hogwarts comparable to Dumbledore's is to do something that even Dumbledore couldn't do.
Such a move will undoubtedly plant the seeds of awe and recognition in everyone's hearts, making it impossible for people to ignore your existence and contributions.
Therefore, the most urgent matter at hand is to perfectly resolve that terrifying locked-room mystery.
Sean, as the mastermind behind these events, couldn't possibly arrest himself, so he needed a scapegoat.
So Sean set his sights on one person.
Lockhart.
There was no better choice than him.
With his ability to punch Tibetan Yetis and kick vampires, he was naturally considered by many wizards to have the capacity to accomplish all of this.
Moreover, Sean believed he was helping Lockhart.
He was helping Lockhart get on the front page of the Daily Prophet, the newspaper he most wanted to be in.
This news will likely remain on the front page of The Daily Prophet for at least a week.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently bathing the room in a soft golden glow, Tonks slowly awoke from his bed.
She opened her blurry eyes, blinked, and adjusted to the gradually brightening world. The lingering warmth of the blankets contrasted sharply with the initial chill of the outside world, causing her to instinctively pull the covers tighter. Then, she slowly sat up, ready to greet this brand new day.
She started getting dressed, subconsciously reaching into the closet to look for her panties. Her fingers wandered among the familiar clothes, but she couldn't find the pair of panties she usually wore.
Her brows furrowed slightly, and a strange sense of panic and confusion welled up inside her.
She searched carefully again and confirmed that her panties were indeed not in their original place. At that moment, her thoughts suddenly returned to what had happened yesterday.
Fragments of memory gradually pieced together in her mind like a jigsaw puzzle, and she suddenly realized that her panties should be in her senior's hands at this moment.
This sudden memory made her cheeks flush slightly, and she felt a mix of emotions.
The senior's task...
Just as Tonks was pondering how to deal with the dueling club training that evening, a sound outside interrupted her thoughts.
"Professor Tonks, are you in there?"
It's Helena.
Today, the two of them will patrol the corridors of Hogwarts Castle.
Tonks hurriedly put on his wizard's robes, then opened the door and said, "I'm here."
Helena stood outside the door, clearly having been waiting for quite some time.
"Sorry, I overslept today," Tonks said apologetically, while running his fingers through his messy hair, trying to make himself look more presentable.
Helena smiled and shook her head, a hint of understanding in her eyes. "It's alright, Professor Tonks. If you're ready, let's begin today's mission."
Tonks nodded gratefully, quickly gathering her thoughts. "Okay, Helena." As she spoke, she pulled a piece of parchment from her pocket, on which were clearly marked the patrol routes and key areas to be checked that day.
"According to the plan, we first need to check the east corridor of the castle, especially those areas that are usually less frequented, to ensure that everything is safe and secure."
"Understood," Helena replied calmly. She glanced at the route on the parchment, then looked up at Tonks. "Let's set off then. Hopefully, everything will go smoothly today."
Just as she was about to follow Tonks, she suddenly noticed that Tonks's outfit was a little strange today.
Professor Tonks appeared to be wearing only a wizard's robe, and... nothing else.
Was it just her imagination?
Helena looked at him with a puzzled expression, seemingly surprised by his attire.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Tonks asked calmly, pretending to be completely unaware.
"No...no...shouldn't we be heading out now?" Seeing Tonks' calm demeanor, Helena dismissed the unrealistic thought that had been on her mind and quickly looked away.
"Yes, let's go now." Tonks turned and left the office, walking ahead.
Tonks followed Helena, walking lightly down the castle corridor.
The two walked and chatted about trivial matters. Tonks seemed relaxed, occasionally letting out a few crisp laughs.
However, Helena felt something was off. She felt that Tonks's outfit was too light, especially the way she moved. It seemed that a fragrant breeze always wafted from her, stirring Helena's heartstrings.
With each step, Tonks' skirt would occasionally lift a corner, revealing the smooth inner thigh.
Helena followed behind, watching this sensual scene, her heart racing, and a blush rising to her cheeks.
"Helena, are you alright? You don't look well." Tonks turned around and asked with concern.
"I'm fine, just a little tired," Helena stammered in reply.
The two patrolled the corridor, with Tonks quickening her pace and her skirt billowing at increasingly larger angles, creating a stronger visual impact on Helena with each step.
Helena followed behind Tonks, her heart pounding faster as she watched Tonks' long, straight legs appear and disappear beneath her skirt.
They walked along the castle's long corridor, surrounded by empty space, with only the echo of their footsteps.
Tonks seemed oblivious to his lapse in composure, focusing solely on his inspection duties.
Helena's eyes, however, could not leave Tonks's bare skin. She felt thirsty, her mouth was parched, and a strange sensation arose somewhere in her body.
Suddenly, Tonks stopped again and turned to look at Helena.
"What's wrong, Helena?" she asked. "You seem a little distracted."
"N-nothing...it's nothing." Helena quickly looked away, trying to hide her inner turmoil.
However, when her gaze fell on Tonks again, the sight she saw almost made her stop breathing—Tonks' robe had slipped down to reveal her entire buttocks and snow-white breasts!
Oh my god, she really wasn't wearing anything!
The scene was so stimulating that Helena's face flushed red, and she felt a hot, tingling sensation in her abdomen.
As Tonks continued forward, she vaguely sensed Helena's intense gaze fixed on her, making her feel inexplicably shy.
On the surface, she maintained the composure and calmness of a professor, though a slight blush on her cheeks betrayed a hint of inner turmoil.
She casually brushed her hair aside, trying to conceal the sudden embarrassment with a more natural demeanor.
So she took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound more steady: "Helena, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? Should you rest for a bit?"
As she spoke, she turned her head slightly, secretly observing Helena's reaction out of the corner of her eye, hoping that Helena hadn't noticed anything amiss.
"I...I'm fine." Helena shook her head, forcibly suppressing the burgeoning desire within her.
"That's good," Tonks said, and continued walking forward.
This time, Helena finally couldn't resist peeping and stared intently at everything Tonks was exposed.
She even felt that if she looked at it just one more time, she wouldn't be able to resist touching that place that made her mouth dry.
"Professor Tonks, shall we take a break?" Helena finally couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling slightly.
"Hmm? Are you sure you need to rest? I think it's still early," Tonks said casually, but he could clearly feel Helena's gaze lingering on him for longer and longer...
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