bacchusnovels Chapter 269 The Wailing in the Overturned Alley
Chapter 269 The Wailing in the Overturned Alley
Chapter 269 The Wailing in the Overturned Alley
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A moment later, he looked at Lily, who was exhausted, and ordered, "I accept your apology. Now it's your sister's turn to apologize."
Lily, her body limp, gave Sean a captivating and wary look; in just a moment, she seemed like a completely different person.
Vivi glanced down at her naked body, then at Sean riding on top of her, a look of panic crossing her face.
"Sean, what are you doing...!"
The war is about to start.
Sean lay quietly on the hotel bed, his body sinking into the soft mattress. The bedding around him was disheveled, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a slanted glow on his slightly exposed upper body.
He squinted, staring absently at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting slowly.
Lily sat on the edge of the bed, watching his every move with a look of scrutiny and curiosity.
Sean felt Lily's gaze, and as if he had thought of something, he raised his hand, waved it gently, and whispered the incantation: "Yugadimurleviosa".
The next instant, the clothes scattered on the ground seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, floating up lightly, like a few pieces of gauze drifting in the air.
The shirt, pants, jacket, and socks all seemed to come alive, slowly floating in mid-air before flying back to Sean's side one by one.
Each piece of clothing landed precisely on the sheets in front of him, as if they had never left their place.
Upon seeing this, Lily raised an eyebrow, her face showing an expression that was both surprised and familiar.
She moved closer, picked up a piece of clothing, examined it for a moment, and then playfully shook it. "Looks like your magic has recovered quite well; at least these clothes didn't fly out the window."
Sean shook his head helplessly, a smile still on his face. "I'm not that careless," he replied softly, a hint of amusement in his voice. "However, next time I might consider letting the clothes fall on me automatically, to save myself even more trouble."
As he spoke, Sean pulled an item from his robe, held it in his hand, and tightened his grip slightly with his fingertips.
It is a pocket watch.
Sean's gaze lingered on the pocket watch for a moment, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes, tinged with nostalgia and wistfulness.
When the pocket watch came into Lily's view, her playful and relaxed expression immediately turned serious, her smile gradually disappeared, and in its place was an indescribable fluctuation, her gaze fixed on the pocket watch.
"This is—" Her voice trailed off, trembling slightly.
"Yes, it's that pocket watch." Sean smiled slightly, his eyes gentle but heavy. His fingertips lightly rubbed the metal surface of the pocket watch, feeling its slightly cool texture.
Lily unconsciously took a step closer, her eyes fixed on the pocket watch, unaware that her breathing had become rapid.
A strong emotion welled up inside her, a complex mix of anticipation and unease.
"Where did you find it?" she asked, almost in a whisper.
Sean looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then gently handed over the pocket watch, his eyes revealing a certain subtle determination.
"I guess—this should be the stone tablet." He paused, then continued with some uncertainty, "However, I've tried it for you. The energy in this pocket watch isn't enough to take you back hundreds of years. It can only barely take you back three years."
Upon hearing this, a flash of disappointment and confusion crossed Lily's eyes, and her expression froze instantly.
A silence fell between them, as if the air had frozen.
She lowered her head, her fingers lightly touching the pocket watch.
"Three years—" she murmured softly, her voice almost inaudible.
Sean looked at her silently, a hint of apology and helplessness flashing in his eyes.
Three years is far from enough time to fulfill Lily and Vivi's wishes.
But this is the limit that a pocket watch can offer.
"I'm sorry, Lily," he said softly, his tone gentle and sincere. "I tried my best."
Lily remained silent for a long time before finally raising her head.
"Thank you, Sean," she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse, as if she had gone through a long internal struggle before finally saying it.
Sean didn't respond, he just looked at her silently.
"Big brother, please stop hitting me, I was wrong..."
In a dimly lit alley, the air was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, and a few tattered newspapers and pieces of trash were scattered on the ground.
The dim streetlights shone weakly, barely illuminating the end of the alley.
A man dressed in a black robe was huddled in a corner, his hands covering his head, trembling. His voice trembled, filled with deep fear and pleading.
"Big brother, I was wrong—"
Sean, standing in front of him, had a cold expression on his face, his fists clenched, and the force of his punch still lingered in his hands.
A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and his voice was icy, "Wrong? What was wrong?"
"I shouldn't have falsely accused my elder brother..."
As he spoke, Sean raised his foot and kicked the man in black robes hard in the ribs.
The man in the black robe let out a painful groan, his body curling up even tighter from the intense pain, but he dared not retaliate and could only grit his teeth and endure it.
"Anything else?" Sean lifted his foot and then asked.
The man in the black robe was breathing heavily, his body trembling uncontrollably from the excruciating pain, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
His voice was broken and choked with sobs, his hands still tightly covering his head, "I shouldn't have let my older brother go to Azkaban in my place...."
These words seemed to break down his last psychological defenses, and were one of the reasons why the man in the black robe was so afraid of Sean.
Months ago, he had Sean take his place in jail, and Sean's return means...
Ten minutes earlier, when the man in the black robe who was selling stolen goods in the alley saw Sean for the first time, his heart stopped and fear instantly overwhelmed his reason.
His instinctive reaction was to run away. He didn't even think about it; his body's instincts drove him to get away from this existence that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
Azkaban, the place where the most cruel dark wizards were imprisoned, where almost no one who went in ever came out again. However, when he realized he couldn't escape Sean's grasp, he immediately and decisively chose to kneel and beg for mercy.
They abandoned all self-respect, seeking only a sliver of hope to survive.
Just a few months ago, the headline in The Daily Prophet was still fresh in my mind: "Someone has escaped from Azkaban."
This news shocked the entire wizarding world. Azkaban was known for its tight defenses and heavy security, making an escape seem like a pipe dream.
Who would have thought that Sean not only escaped from that terrifying place alive, but also appeared before him unharmed?
How could he possibly provoke such an existence?
Sean slowly approached him, each step like a heavy hammer blow to the black-robed man's heart.
"I really know I was wrong, big brother!" The man in the black robe said, his voice trembling with tears. He didn't even dare to look Sean in the eye.
Sean looked down at him, his eyes filled with indifference and disgust, devoid of any sympathy.
He didn't respond; only his gloomy aura enveloped the entire alley, making the man in the black robe feel even more helpless and desperate.
"You think you can escape punishment by letting someone else take the blame for you?" Sean's voice was as cold as a knife, as if piercing the black-robed man's heart. Every word he spoke carried a sense of oppression, making it hard to breathe.
The man in the black robe dared not answer; his legs went weak, and his body trembled even more violently from extreme fear.
"How long has it been since you heard a Dementor breathe?" Sean's tone was icy, tinged with a hint of mockery. "I haven't forgotten." He leaned slightly closer to the man in black, his voice low and threatening. "Do you think you can hide forever?"
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