bacchusnovels Chapter 225 Focus Training - Office
Chapter 225 Focus Training - Office
Chapter 225 (Bonus Chapter) Concentration Training - Office
Scrimgeour frowned as he looked at the newcomer.
"Phillips, what are you doing here?" he asked coldly.
Sean smiled, seemingly unconcerned by Scrimgeour's attitude. "Oh, Scrimgeour, I heard there was such a serious case here, so I came to check it out."
"After all, Minister Fudge pays me a salary to come to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to provide guidance, not for me to sit in the office doing nothing, right?"
Scrimgeour scoffed. "If you could just stay in your office and do nothing, that would be best."
Sean shrugged, feigning innocence. "Hey, don't get so worked up. I just came to check it out; maybe I can offer some help. After all, you know how capable I am."
With that, Sean pulled out his Order of Merlin Second Class medal, which he always kept in his pocket, and waved it in front of Scrimgeour. Then, ignoring Scrimgeour's reaction, he walked upstairs to the second floor of the room.
From the moment he entered, the layout of the entire house was clearly imprinted in Sean's mind.
The fact that the victim was killed near the doorway suggests that the attack was likely carried out suddenly as the victim entered or left the house.
This type of attack often indicates that the perpetrator has a clear target and plan, and they may have been waiting for the right opportunity.
So, what is their self?
Is it simple revenge, or is it for some more complex motive?
Sean's gaze lingered on the bedroom area on the second floor, trying to find clues from the room's layout and details.
The house showed no signs of being disturbed, and the furniture and items were all neatly arranged, which basically ruled out the possibility of murder for money.
This makes the nature of the case even more perplexing.
Sean's gaze suddenly lingered on a corner of the room.
Could it be...?
Days pass by.
Every other day, at least one similar case occurs throughout the British Isles, a situation that seems like some invisible curse, periodically casting a shadow over the land.
The serious impact of this series of cases on the outside world is becoming increasingly apparent; they are not merely isolated criminal incidents.
It was more like an invisible plague, gradually eroding the social fabric of London and even the wider region.
The entire city, and indeed the entire magical world, was shrouded in an atmosphere of unease and fear.
In wizarding communities like Hogsmeade, the streets become eerily quiet at night, and people dare not venture out for fear of becoming the next unfortunate target.
Even Diagon Alley, a place that used to be bustling with activity, has been severely impacted.
The shops are deserted; the once bustling scene is now just emptiness and silence. The shop owners look worried and anxious as they look at the few remaining customers. The customers are in a hurry, without the leisure and curiosity of the past.
Correspondingly, the Ministry of Magic's investigation is progressing slowly.
Despite the Aurors' best efforts, progress on the incident remains sluggish. Crucial leads seem to always falter at the most critical moments, and the killer's whereabouts and motives remain shrouded in mystery.
They worked day and night, but every small step forward was like a faint light in the fog, quickly swallowed up by the greater darkness.
Meanwhile, public outcry over the matter is growing louder, media reports are ongoing, and public pressure is immense.
People yearn for the truth, crave a return of security, and place higher demands and expectations on the Aurors and the Ministry of Magic. They hope to see an effective solution, to see those brought to justice, and to see this fear dissipate as soon as possible.
Discussions about the case continue to rage across various media outlets, led by The Daily Prophet.
Various speculations and conjectures are flying around, some of which have even caused unnecessary panic and misunderstandings.
But what Sean found somewhat ironic was that, in the original course of history, a few years later, when Dumbledore and Harry jointly announced Voldemort's return, no one believed them.
However, now, as wizarding lives fall one after another, and fear and despair spread like a plague, no one mentions that they themselves have pinned the blame on Voldemort.
As for whether Voldemort did it.
Sean didn't know either.
What he knew was that Amelia, Scrimgeour, and even a host of high-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic, including Fudge, were all extremely troubled by this matter.
And he was enjoying the food that Tonks was feeding him.
Yes, yesterday morning, his two "capable assistants," Tonks and Penelope, also arrived at the Ministry of Magic.
"Ah, open your mouth." Tonks' gentle words tickled Sean's eardrums like a feather.
He turned his head and saw that Tonks was holding a small piece of honey cookie that she had made herself, decorated with a few colorful stripes of icing.
Sean obediently opened his mouth, letting the sweet taste spread in his mouth. "Thank you, junior," he said, his words slightly slurred.
"Senior, is the job of an advisor assistant really just feeding you every day?" Tonks asked, tilting his head.
Sean smiled helplessly. "Of course not, there are many other things to do. For example, cleaning my room, preparing lunch and dinner for me, etc..."
Hearing Sean's words, Tonks' cheeks flushed slightly, like peach blossoms in early spring. She said coquettishly, "Senior, that's not what I meant at all."
Sean blinked, looking completely innocent, and said, "Oh? What do you mean, junior? I'm taking your words literally."
Tonks became even more shy. She lightly punched Sean. "Senior, you know what I want to do—" Tonks deliberately dragged out her words, as if expecting some unusual answer.
Upon hearing this, a playful glint flashed in Sean's eyes. He feigned ignorance, looking at Tonks with a mischievous smile. "Oh? Then tell me, what do you want to do?"
Tonks' eyes brightened even more. She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, "I want to work in the Auror's office. There's been such a big case recently, and I feel that I can learn more there and make more contributions to the Ministry of Magic."
"Going to work in the Auror's office?" Sean looked Tonks up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. Tonks was wearing a very tight-fitting magic robe today, which perfectly outlined her sexy figure.
Her waist was slender yet strong, and her hips were perfectly full; every step she took exuded endless charm.
And the long, slender legs that were faintly visible beneath the tight-fitting robe were even more captivating.
Noticing the intensity in Sean's gaze, Tonks' eyes flickered, but he dared not look Sean directly in the eye, sometimes looking down, sometimes stealing a glance at him, and then quickly lowering his eyes again.
"Junior, I remember it's been a long time since we did any concentration training, hasn't it?" Sean's voice suddenly rang out, carrying a hint of amusement and deeper meaning.
Tonks nodded subconsciously, her thoughts a jumbled mess. When she realized Sean's unspoken meaning, her eyes widened suddenly, her voice trembling with disbelief, "Here...here? Senior, you mean we're starting the focus training now?"
She looked around. The two of them were in an office. The office door was unlocked, which meant that someone could come in and see things they shouldn't at any time. Obviously, this environment was not suitable for the "focus training" that Sean mentioned.
Sean looked at Tonks's panicked expression, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He nodded slightly, his tone teasing and reassuring, "Yes, it's right here. But don't worry, junior, this is just a little practice. You'll be working in the Auror's office in a few days, I believe you can do it."
Tonks bit her lower lip, her heart filled with hesitation and unease.
But the thought of working in the Auror's office quickly overwhelmed any hesitation in his heart with courage.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, and then nodded. "Okay, senior, I'll do my best."
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(I owe a lot of extra chapters these past two days, so I'll post this extra chapter at midnight on the 30th.)