bacchusnovels Chapter 291 Hermione's Kiss
Chapter 291 Hermione's Kiss
Chapter 291 Hermione's Kiss
"What's going on?" Ron's voice came from behind Harry, sounding a little nervous.
"Ouch! Ron, you stepped on my foot!" Hermione gasped, her voice tinged with pain.
Harry groped his way back to his seat, filled with doubt. "Do you think the car broke down?"
"I don't know either." There was a hint of unease in Ron's voice.
In the pitch-black carriage, a piercing creaking sound could be heard.
Harry could vaguely see Ron's blurry figure; he was wiping a clean spot on the car window with his hand, trying to see what was happening outside.
"There's something moving outside," Ron whispered. "It sounds like someone's getting into the car—"
Suddenly, the cubicle door was flung open, and a figure stumbled in, tripping over Harry's leg and groaning in pain.
"I'm so sorry! Do you know what happened? Oh dear! I'm so sorry—"
"Hello, Neville." Harry groped in the dark and grabbed Neville's robe, helping him up.
"Harry? Is that you? What happened?" Neville's voice sounded somewhat panicked.
"We don't know either, Neville. Sit down quickly." Neville was about to sit down when he suddenly let out a painful scream, accompanied by Crookshank's piercing hiss, and he almost sat on Crookshank.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Neville apologized hastily, clearly terrified.
"Who's there?"
"Who is it?"
"Ginny?"
"Hermione?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for Ron!" "Come in and sit down!" "Don't sit here!" Harry quickly reminded him, "I'm sitting here!"
"Ouch!" Neville cried out.
In the darkness, Sean slowly opened his eyes. He gently raised his head, looked around, and realized that Hermione had accidentally been pushed in front of him.
Because the carriage was cramped, Hermione's arm accidentally bumped into him, but she didn't seem to notice, focused on calming the still flustered Neville.
Sean subconsciously shifted slightly, but due to the narrowness of the carriage, he didn't have much room to move, which only brought the two of them closer together.
He could smell the faint fragrance emanating from Hermione, and although it was only a fleeting contact, it made the atmosphere somewhat subtle.
Hermione was still focused on calming Neville down and had no idea that she was getting too close.
Suddenly, she sensed Sean's slight movement and realized that the two of them seemed to be too close.
Her face flushed instantly, and her heart raced. Although she couldn't see, her nervousness was palpable.
"I'm sorry, Professor, I—I didn't mean to," Hermione whispered to the person behind her.
Her voice wasn't noticeable in the noise of the darkness, but it sounded flustered and even a little stuttering. She tried to back away quickly, but was pushed around so much that there was nowhere to hide.
"It's alright, Hermione, it was just an accident," Sean immediately reassured her, afraid that his actions might have caused Hermione any trouble.
Hermione nodded. Although she desperately wanted to escape this awkward situation, the crowd behind her made it impossible for her to move an inch.
The two remained silent for a while, neither speaking, only the sound of their breathing rising and falling in their ears.
Suddenly, for some reason, a dark shadow seemed to dart past in front of me.
"Ah!" Hermione cried out in surprise, losing her balance and falling forward, landing directly in Sean's arms.
"Watch out!" Sean quickly reached out and caught Hermione to prevent her from falling.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, Hermione's face pressed against Sean's chest, and she could feel Sean's strong heartbeat reaching her ears through his thin shirt.
"Um... Professor..." Hermione murmured shyly, struggling to get up, but the impact was too great and her legs were too weak.
"It's okay, relax." Sean patted Hermione's back gently, his deep voice echoing in her ear with a hint of seduction.
Hermione felt a wave of weakness wash over her, and a strange sensation rose within her, as if she were under some kind of spell.
"Thank you... Professor..." Hermione said softly, snuggling into Sean's arms like a kitten.
Sean cradled Hermione's head with one hand and gently stroked her soft hair with the other.
This pose was so suggestive that even Sean's heart couldn't help but race.
Hearing Hermione's scream, Harry quickly asked, "What's wrong, Hermione? Are you alright?"
Hermione's face flushed even more. She quickly pulled away from Sean's embrace, her voice trembling with panic, "N-nothing, it's just—I think I saw something just now, and it startled me."
She smoothed her messy hair with her hand and shyly looked up at Sean.
"Professor, I'm sorry, I was so out of line just now..." she said softly.
Just then, Ron suddenly exclaimed, "Scabbers! Where did my Scabbers go?!"
Upon hearing the commotion, Neville, who was in front, arched his back again.
"Watch out!" Sean quickly grabbed Hermione to prevent her from getting hurt.
After everything calmed down, Hermione found herself hugging Sean tightly once again.
"Professor..." Hermione hesitated, but this time she really felt that Sean's body was very hot, as if a hot current was rising from his lower abdomen and spreading to his whole body in an instant.
She was about to turn her head to look at Sean when she bumped right into his lips!
Sean instinctively took Hermione's two luscious red lips into his mouth.
"Hmm:::::"
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Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief that she had actually kissed the professor.
However, the next second, she was completely immersed in the deep kiss.
Just as Hermione was deeply engrossed in the moment, Sean seemed to have thought of something and pushed Hermione away.
Hermione's face was flushed, and there was still a trace of misty water in her eyes.
At first, she was a little confused, but then she realized where she was and became extremely flustered.
Just then, the sliding door at the entrance suddenly became loose.
"Quiet!" Sean whispered to those around him.
"Professor, you're finally awake," Ron said with delight.
Sean's gaze was fixed on the open sliding door, and his body instinctively stepped in front of Hermione to block her.
Hermione felt his movement; the blush on her face had not yet faded, but her heartbeat quickened again with the sudden change.
She tried to calm herself down and suppress her inner panic.
Outside the carriage, it was still pitch black, with only the howling wind and rain reaching the ears, and occasional rumbles of thunder, making the atmosphere particularly oppressive.
The blurry shadows in the doorway looked particularly eerie in the dim light. Sean's alertness made the atmosphere in the cubicle even more tense.
"Who is it?" Harry asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the dark figure in the doorway, trying to make out who it was.
With a soft crackling sound, a faint light suddenly illuminated the cubicle. Sean had already quietly raised his wand and softly uttered "Light as Day." A flickering flame instantly leaped in the air, illuminating the dimly lit cubicle. The flame's light wavered erratically, yet it was enough to outline the tall, imposing figure standing in the doorway.
The dark figure standing there wore a tattered cloak and almost touched the ceiling of the carriage.
His face was deeply hidden in the shadow of his hood, making it impossible to see clearly. However, everyone's gaze involuntarily moved downwards, landing on a hand that was peeking out from under the cloak.
The hand was as white as a corpse, its skin pale and loose like a rotting body, covered with mottled spots.
It gleamed with a sticky sheen, as if it had just been pulled from icy water, and its rotten stench was nauseating.
Upon seeing this hand, everyone's stomachs suddenly clenched, as if they were about to churn.
The hand vanished instantly. The cloaked figure seemed to sense the crowd's gaze, and the hand suddenly disappeared into the folds of the black cloak.
Then, the cloaked creature—whatever it was—slowly took a long breath, making a gurgling sound in its throat, as if it were inhaling more than just the surrounding air.
A bone-chilling cold swept over them.
Harry felt like he couldn't breathe. The chill seeped into his skin, penetrated his chest, and entered his heart.
Harry rolled his eyes upwards and couldn't see anything.
He was overwhelmed by the cold, and his ears were ringing as if he were in water.
Something was pulling him down, and the whooshing sound grew louder and louder. Then he heard screams coming from a great distance, terrifying, panicked, and pleading screams.
He wanted to help that person; he tried to move his arm, but he couldn't budge it. A thick white mist swirled around him, swirling within him.
Harry collapsed in Sean's sight.
The moment he fell, he used the Guardian Charm without hesitation.
A silver-white guardian spirit swiftly emerged from the tip of his wand, shining like a dazzling light in the darkness, and instantly rushed towards the cloaked monster.
The silvery-white light was dazzling, as if it dispelled all the gloom.
Because of the "Wizard Killer" founded by Sean, almost everyone knows that the monster standing in front of them is a Dementor, and the spell that Professor Sean uses is the "Patron Saint Charm".
However, this was the first time they had seen this monster in person, aside from the chessboard where the wizard killed them—not everyone had the experience of studying in Azkaban like Sean.
The Dementor let out a chilling groan, as if burned by the light of a guardian deity, and quickly retreated, its grayish-white hand abruptly retracting into its cloak.
At the same time, the biting cold seemed to be driven away, and a warm atmosphere began to slowly return to the carriage.
Hermione and Ron stood to the side, their faces filled with shock, their eyes brimming with fear and worry.
Hermione hurriedly knelt down to check on Harry, her hands trembling slightly.
Harry was pale and his breathing became shallow and rapid; clearly, the chill and the mysterious scream had greatly shocked him.
"Harry, are you alright? Harry!" Hermione called out anxiously, her voice trembling.
Sean didn't turn around, remaining focused on the monster, making sure it wouldn't get close again. His guardian spirit hovered in the air, its light flashing, threatening the monster's presence.
The monster finally let out a low growl, then quickly retreated and disappeared into the darkness at the end of the carriage.
Sean breathed a sigh of relief once the monster had completely disappeared. He put away his wand, turned to Harry lying on the ground, and said gently, "Hermione, Ron, help me get Harry up. He was attacked by a Dementor."
Hermione nodded quickly and, together with Ron, carefully helped Harry up.
Harry's face was still pale, but his breathing gradually became steady. He kept his eyes tightly closed, as if struggling to escape from some terrible dream.
Sean gently patted Harry's cheek and whispered, "It's alright, Harry. It's gone."
Harry's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he had heard Sean's voice. After a few seconds, he slowly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.
The echoes of screams still seemed to torment him, but the warmth inside the carriage was gradually returning.
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