bacchusnovels Chapter 259 You've picked up Mr. Huck again?
Chapter 259 You've picked up Mr. Huck again?
Chapter 259 You've picked up Mr. Huck again?
All around was pitch black, as if the entire universe was immersed in boundless indigo, with not a single ray of light able to penetrate this thick darkness.
Sean's consciousness slowly sank into the endless darkness, as if being swallowed little by little by an invisible abyss, losing his direction and his sense of time.
He and the Lily sisters, a couple whose lifespans transcended that of mortals, lived together for a total of 150 years, but if calculated precisely, it was only 120 years.
Those extra thirty years were a long time that Sean spent alone in memories and longing.
The Lily sisters had already left him thirty years ago.
Although wizards have more years than ordinary people, those extra years seem so insignificant when faced with life and death; they are just a few.
They walked hand in hand from their youth into middle age, and then together into their old age, experiencing every stage of life, just like any ordinary couple in the world, sharing the joys and sorrows of life.
During this time, there were arguments, jealousy, misunderstandings, and countless times of mutual support and reconciliation.
Aside from not having children, they experienced everything a married couple should do.
Of course, Sean has also struggled with this question when it comes to children.
No matter how hard he cultivated the land, the Lily sisters' bellies remained empty.
Somewhat dejected, he and the Lily sisters attributed the reason to time.
They believe this is time's punishment for them.
But when Lily died, everything became clear.
He clearly saw a soul.
A soul emerged from Lily's corpse and then vanished into the stone slab.
It was at that time that he realized how to get back.
There is nothing but death.
Sean surmised that all of this was a gift from the god Thoth.
A gift can also be a punishment.
Punish everyone who attempts to control time.
Over the course of 150 years, he gradually regained his magical powers.
It's even more magical than before.
And now... he can finally go back.
When Sean opened his eyes again, the scene before him was like waking from a dream, as if he had finally glimpsed a ray of light after traversing a long, dark tunnel.
A familiar face came into view, a face etched with a mixture of worry and tenderness, like the first rays of sunlight in the morning, warm and reassuring.
"Luna?" he murmured, his voice rough and weak, like sandpaper being rubbed against the skin.
The long period of despair and struggle seemed to have exhausted all his strength, making even saying his name so difficult.
But at this moment, Sean felt an indescribable surge of excitement and joy.
Sure enough, he succeeded.
He returned to the 20th century.
The scene before me gradually became clearer; it was no longer a chaotic void, but a real, lush green meadow.
Everything felt so real, so vivid, that he couldn't help but wonder if everything before had just been a dream.
"Hark, what are you doing here?" Luna looked at him with some concern. "Are you... alright?"
"Cough, cough..."
Sean raised his head with difficulty, about to answer, but a violent cough interrupted him.
His body trembled slightly, and his face was as pale as paper.
"I'm fine, really." Sean forced a smile. "It's just that I've been through some...unbelievable things."
In fact, his health condition is very poor right now.
After a long period of chaos, he needs rest.
I need to get some serious rest.
His words seemed to have exhausted the last bit of strength in Sean's body; his eyes gradually became glazed over, as if he might lose consciousness at any moment.
Luna rushed forward to support him, her eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness.
She gently patted his back, trying to help him stop coughing, but it didn't seem to do much good.
Sean's breathing became rapid and labored.
He gripped Luna's arm tightly and, with his last ounce of strength, said, "I'm fine, just a little tired—" before falling into a coma.
Luna was extremely anxious; she didn't know what to do.
She was just out for a stroll, but unexpectedly... she encountered the unconscious Hack here.
She gritted her teeth and decided to take Sean back to the RV first.
She helped Sean up, put his arm around her shoulder, and walked step by step toward the RV.
Luna dragged Sean's heavy body forward with difficulty.
Her steps grew slower and slower, her clothes were soaked with sweat, but she persevered.
Finally, she saw the outline of the RV. She quickened her pace, a glimmer of hope igniting in her heart.
As she entered the RV, Xenophilius, who was engrossed in writing in the room, heard the noise coming from the living room and came out.
He spotted Luna and Sean lying in her arms at a glance, his brow furrowed, and he asked with concern, "Is this Mr. Hack? What happened to him?"
Meanwhile, Pandora, who was brewing a potion in the RV kitchen, also came running when she heard the noise.
She looked at Luna and Sean, her eyes flashing with surprise, and blurted out, "You found Mr. Huck again?"
Seven days later.
Sean sat in a custom-made wheelchair he had bought from the largest department store in Britain (Louis Stores), gazing at the sky with a worried expression.
The sky was exceptionally clear today, a pristine blue, with a few white clouds drifting lazily by. The sunlight was warm but not glaring, making it a perfect day for a pleasant mood.
However, Sean's heart was filled with worry.
The reason for his worry was not his soon-to-be-fully-recovered body, nor the immense magic within him... the root of the problem lay with Luna.
In fact, he woke up groggily the next day.
However, it felt as if my whole body was filled with lead, and I couldn't muster any strength.
It felt like...paralysis.
Yes, it's paralysis!
Moreover, it resulted in total paralysis.
The only thing he can move is his face.
To be precise, it's a pair of eyes and his mouth.
Faced with this situation, the Lovegoods hired a personal nanny for him.
That's right, it's Luna.
So, Luna, who had nothing to do all day, would gather around his bed and look at him with her eyes that were so cute they could melt anyone's heart.
She even took on the task of feeding him.
These past few days, Mrs. Pandora has thoughtfully made him an extra bowl of porridge every noon and evening.
Luna was left to feed him.
Especially Luna; whenever she held that little pink spoon, gently blowing on the porridge before feeding it to him, Sean's heart, which had been lonely for some time, was slowly touched. He thought...
He held her in his arms.
However, Luna put this idea into practice ahead of time.
That's not all she is.
She even took advantage of the time while feeding him to abuse her power and secretly kiss him.
They called it having oatmeal on their lips.
But if you have oats, then you have oats. Why did you wipe it off with your mouth?
It's utterly unethical to bully a 23-year-old man who's completely paralyzed.
Sean was heartbroken.
He never imagined that Luna would become such a cunning witch after he had been gone for half a year.
She needs an education.
They need to be properly educated.
That's what Sean thought, and that's what he did.
Starting from the fifth day, the rest of his body gradually returned to normal function.
As of last night, apart from some numbness and weakness in his thighs, Sean's body had almost returned to normal.
And this was to educate Luna, who was involved in entrapment enforcement.
Sean decided to continue pretending that he had not yet recovered.
It's like a tiger opening its blood-red maw, waiting for the little lamb to come to it.
Sean sat in his wheelchair, aimlessly pondering the relationship between tigers and sheep.
Suddenly, a familiar fragrance wafted from behind him.
He knew it was Luna approaching.
When I turned around, I saw Luna.
She carried a freshly brewed cup of tea and walked gently to Sean's side.
"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed," Luna asked softly.
"I'm wondering what the world would be like if tigers and sheep could live together peacefully." Sean looked up and continued gazing at the sky.
He had a feeling that it would rain tonight.
"I think you've probably hurt your brain. How can a tiger and a sheep live together in the same room?" Luna teased without any attempt to hide her sarcasm, but before she finished speaking, her tone suddenly softened.
She gently picked up the spoon, blew on the tea to cool it, and then said softly, "Ah, what a mouth."
Sean obediently opened his mouth, letting the warm liquid flow slowly in his mouth.
At that moment, he not only felt that it would rain tonight, but also felt that... this lemon black tea was better than any lemon black tea he had ever drunk before.
Perhaps Ms. Hufflepuff should keep up with the times and change the recipe for honey lemon black tea.
For example, replace honey with...:
As Luna fed him spoonful by spoonful, the once full teacup was finally emptied.
Until Luna reached out her spoon one last time, but left nothing behind.
Sean thought that was the end of afternoon tea for the day.
But to his surprise, Luna put the cup aside and looked at him pitifully.
"What's wrong?" Sean asked, puzzled.
Five seconds later, Sean regretted speaking up.
"You drank all the black tea, what am I supposed to drink?" Luna pouted and said, feigning dissatisfaction.
"You, you..." Sean was speechless for a moment. He didn't expect Luna to suddenly do this.
He looked at the spoon in Luna's hand and the empty glass, blinked helplessly, and said, "The spoon is in your hand."
The cup is in your hand. If you really wanted to drink, why didn't you drink it just now?
"I forgot," Luna replied matter-of-factly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
"So... what should I do?" Sean looked at her innocently.
"So...you should..." Luna said, moving closer to Sean.
Sean clearly noticed that Luna's face was getting closer and closer to his.
He could feel Luna's warm breath gently brushing against his face, making his heart beat faster involuntarily.
"What are you going to do...?" Sean asked, somewhat flustered.
He kept a close eye on the RV out of the corner of his eye, just in case something unexpected happened.
Finally, just before Sean was about to take the lead...
Luna, you're full.
She smacked her lips twice, licked her rosy lips, and exclaimed sincerely, "Mom's black tea tastes really good."
Just as Luna was still savoring her feat,
Suddenly, Mrs. Pandora's voice came from inside the RV, "Luna, push Mr. Hack in for dinner."
Hearing Lady Pandora's voice, Luna snapped back to reality, and two blushes rose on her cheeks.
She glanced at Sean with a hint of panic, then quickly straightened her clothes and hair, trying to appear calm.
"Um, Huck, my mom's calling us in for dinner," Luna said, trying to make her voice sound natural, but the shyness in her eyes was hard to hide.
With just a few simple movements, Luna perfectly embodied the idiom "a guilty conscience needs no accuser."
Sean was a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and nodded. "Okay, let's go in."
He then turned his wheelchair around himself.
This wheelchair is very easy to use.
This is Sean's most accurate feeling after using it for the past few days.
If possible, he would like to use this wheelchair to teach his students in the future.
He could even equip Dumbledore with one of these.
He believed that the older Dumbledore would like it.
Sean was pushed back to the bedroom by Luna.
She would only come over with a small bowl to feed him after Luna had finished eating at the table.
This kind of life experience, where you can enjoy delicious food simply by opening your mouth, is undoubtedly a special privilege that Sean rarely encounters on a daily basis.
to be frank.
He wanted to stay there indefinitely.
But... some things will eventually come.
Yes, as mentioned before, the root of Sean's worries lies with Luna.
It's about her...
Just as Sean was feeling troubled, the bedroom door was quietly pushed open.
A small head slowly peeked out from the open door, and Luna was holding a plate of fruit in her left hand and a bowl of porridge in her right.
After entering, she thoughtfully closed the door with her foot.
"Have some porridge first."
Luna pulled up a stool and sat down next to Sean. She gently picked up a spoon, blew on it, and brought it to Sean's lips.
For a moment, Sean felt as if he had found the maternal love he had lost.
In a daze, he seemed to see the golden glow of motherhood emanating from little Luna.
Sean quickly banished this bizarre fantasy from his mind.
Luna looked at him strangely. "Hack, did you burn yourself?"
"Not too hot, just right," Sean replied.
Although the two were eating, neither of them was paying attention to the food.
It wasn't even on the porridge and spoon in front of them.
The two of them listened quietly to the sounds coming from the living room.
Before long, the sound of Pandora tidying up the dishes could be heard from outside.
Xenophilius then left the living room and returned to his bedroom.
Finally, Pandora finished washing the dishes and went to her room where she brewed her potions.
Now, the living room is empty.
This means that no one can bother them anymore.
Sean and Luna exchanged a glance.
Thus began an operation concerning tigers and sheep, a hunt and counter-hunting...
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