bacchusnovels Chapter 357 Say yes, don't disappoint her too much.
Chapter 357 Say yes, don't disappoint her too much.
Chapter 357 Say yes, don't disappoint her too much.
Cho Chang nodded slightly, then turned to Harry and said with a smile.
"Harry, you should go and get some rest... You have a match tomorrow, you need to be ready."
Harry hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting back and forth between Cho Chang and Sean, but he quickly realized that Cho Chang seemed to have something to say to Sean alone.
He finally nodded, and Chongqiu gave a slight smile.
"Alright, Qiu Zhang, I'll be going now. Professor, thank you for today's training!"
Sean nodded slightly, watching Harry leave the classroom, then turned to Cho Chang with a look of curiosity and inquiry in his eyes.
"So, Miss Qiuzhang," he began, his tone gentle, "what brings you to see me in person?"
Qiu Zhang stood there, lowered his head slightly, and a shy blush appeared on his face.
She took a deep breath, mustered all her courage, and raised her head to look Sean directly in the eye. "Professor, do you remember your promise?"
Sean was taken aback. If he remembered correctly... this should be the third time Cho Chang had brought up that promise.
What kind of promise could make Qiu Zhang so attached to it?
Even without Legilimency, Sean knew the answer.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Of course, Miss Qiu Zhang, I remember."
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Qiu Zhang gently bit his lip, took a deep breath, and then calmly said, "Professor, I would like to ask you and me..."
Just as Qiu Zhang was about to finish his "overstepping" request in one breath, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
The next second, Tonks rushed into the classroom, her eyes searching around. When she saw Sean, her eyes lit up.
"I've found you, senior," Tonks stopped, panting, his face full of anxiety. "I've been looking for you for ages. There's an emergency I need your help with."
Qiu Zhang's words came to an abrupt end.
Every time she tried to voice her request, she was always interrupted by an unexpected situation.
It felt as if something in the dark was deliberately hindering her.
She glanced at Tonks warily, but ignoring the situation, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to continue.
"Professor, please allow me to finish. I would like to request that you spend a day with me in Hogsmeade not just as a student and teacher, but—as a friend, or even, you could say, on a date."
Upon hearing Cho Chang's request, Sean's expression froze instantly.
He hadn't expected that even under these circumstances, Qiu Zhang would still be able to muster his courage...
Hearing what Cho Chang said, Tonks' gaze shifted between the two of them, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
Feeling Tonks's intense gaze, Sean immediately showed a troubled expression.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Qiu Zhang continued.
"You may think I'm being presumptuous, but I've had a special feeling for you since our first class."
"You are not only a brilliant professor, but you are also always so gentle and patient. This feeling has become stronger and stronger without me even realizing it."
Sean was momentarily at a loss for words, his gaze flickering slightly as he considered the appropriate response to Cho Chang's stare.
"Ms. Qiu Zhang—I am honored to hear your thoughts." After a long silence, he spoke slowly, his tone gentle and tactful. "However, tomorrow's match is very important for you, so why not focus on that for now? Perhaps we can sit down and have a proper talk after the match."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Qiu Zhang's face, but she quickly composed herself and nodded slightly, saying, "Of course, Professor. Let's talk about it after the competition."
Sean smiled gently and encouraged her, "I look forward to our conversation, Ms. Cho Chang. I wish you the best of luck in tomorrow's competition."
Qiu Zhang let out a soft breath, a hint of relief in his smile. "Thank you, Professor."
She said goodbye to him, glanced at Tonks, gave her an apologetic smile, and then slowly turned and left, her steps light and quick.
These words had been weighing on her mind for a long time, like a boulder suspended in mid-air. Now that the boulder has finally landed, no matter the outcome, she feels much more relaxed.
As Qiu Zhang's figure disappeared through the doorway, the atmosphere in the classroom gradually returned to calm.
Sean sighed softly, turned to face Tonks, and gave an awkward smile.
"Junior, what did you say you wanted to talk about?"
He cleared his throat, trying to explain what had just happened.
"Tonks, I think you saw it too—it was quite unexpected." Sean smiled, a little embarrassed, and continued, "I thought she just wanted to say something else, but I didn't expect it to be a confession like this."
Tonks raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, with a hint of mockery in his expression.
"Oh? So, this is a pleasant surprise?" she asked, feigning seriousness, but the teasing in her eyes was obvious.
Sean shook his head helplessly. He had handled this situation very well many times before.
He stepped forward, gently took her hand, and said tenderly, "You know, to me, you're the only special one. Qiu Zhang is just an excellent student. I hope my response just now was appropriate and didn't embarrass her."
Hearing Sean's sweet words, a hint of affection flashed in Tonks' eyes. She gently patted his hand and said, half-teasingly and half-seriously, "It's alright, I know you won't let this affect us. But just a reminder, among your students, Qiu isn't the only one who respects you."
Sean smiled and shook his head, sighing, "It seems I'll have to be more careful in the future to avoid the students misunderstanding."
Tonks smiled slightly, his joking tone fading, and asked in a gentle yet meaningful tone, "So, how do you plan to handle this?"
"I'll talk to her clearly tomorrow and tell her we're not a good match," Sean replied decisively.
"Don't rush," Tonks suddenly stopped him.
"Huh?" Sean was taken aback, somewhat surprised.
After a moment of deep thought, Tonks slowly said, "Senior, you can actually grant her request."
"They are still young, and their emotions are delicate and sensitive, so it's normal for them to develop some special feelings for the professor."
"For you, it might just be a simple act of companionship, but for her, it could be an important emotional experience." She said.
Tonks chuckled softly. "Say yes to her. Don't disappoint her too much. After all, you made a promise to her yourself."
Sean listened, his expression gradually softening.
He hadn't expected Tonks to be so understanding.
Since that's the case, he absolutely cannot refuse Tonks's good intentions.
He nodded and said apologetically, "Thank you, Tonks. You're right, these young people's feelings are very genuine. I will respond gently, so as not to disappoint or hurt them."
As he spoke, Sean gently pulled Tonks into his arms. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he loosened his grip slightly and asked with some curiosity, "So, what's the matter that you were in such a hurry to find me?"
Tonks then said seriously, "Hagrid said there's been some unusual activity in the Forbidden Forest lately."
Sean raised an eyebrow, a half-smile on his face, and replied in a low voice, "That's a problem for Dumbledore to worry about, junior."
"Then what should we be considering?" Tonks asked, puzzled.
Sean moved closer to her, a playful smile on his lips. "Think about having a baby."
"Huh?!" Tonks froze instantly, a blush rising to her face, and stammered, "Right here?!"
Sean nodded slightly, replying with feigned seriousness, "Right here."
As he spoke, he slowly placed his hand...:
"Senior, don't touch there...it's dirty there..."
In the early morning, a light mist gently enveloped the castle, and sunlight shone through the clouds, casting a warm golden glow on the grass.
Upon entering the Great Hall, the atmosphere was completely different—lively sounds filled every corner, and students sat around long tables, excitedly discussing the upcoming Quidditch match and Firebolt.
The air was still filled with the aroma of breakfast, the smells of toast, sausages and pumpkin juice were mouthwatering.
When Harry walked into the Great Hall, he instantly became the center of attention. All the students' eyes were focused on the firebolt, and the Great Hall was filled with excited whispers.
Harry felt a surge of satisfaction as he watched his Slytherin teammates stare in disbelief.
"Did you see Malfoy's expression?" Ron glanced back at the Slytherin table and grinned smugly. "He simply couldn't believe it! It was so satisfying!"
Wood, proud of the Firebolt's gleam, exclaimed excitedly, "Put it here, Harry!" With that, he carefully placed the broom in the center of the table, turning it meticulously so that the Firebolt's mark faced everyone.
Soon, Hufflepuff students gathered around to see. Cedric Diggory even came over to congratulate Harry on replacing the Nimbus with such a superb broom.
At the same time, Qiu Zhang also walked in.
She was also holding the same Firebolt as Harry, and this was the first time she had shown it in public since receiving it, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The two fire crossbow bolts appeared simultaneously in the hall, undoubtedly becoming the most dazzling presence in the hall.
At that moment, a cold, drawn-out voice rang out:
"Are you sure you can handle that broom, Potter?"
Draco Malfoy stepped forward with a mocking expression, followed by Crabbe and Goyle.
"It should be fine," Harry replied casually.
Malfoy's eyes gleamed with malice as he sneered, "This broom has quite a few special functions, doesn't it? It's a shame it doesn't come with a parachute—just in case you need to escape if you get close to a Dementor."
Crabbe and Gore chuckled quietly to themselves.
Harry, not to be outdone, calmly replied, "It's a shame you can't give yourself an extra hand, Malfoy. That would at least help you catch the thief."
The Gryffindor players burst into laughter. Malfoy's face darkened, his gray eyes narrowed, he snorted coldly, and strode away.
As they watched him walk toward the other Slytherin members, they saw them whispering among themselves, undoubtedly asking Malfoy if Harry's Firebolt was genuine.
After Malfoy walked away, Ron couldn't help but chuckle softly, "He was really furious. Look at his face, it was so satisfying!" He was still very pleased with Harry's retort and gave Harry a thumbs up.
"Harry, you really stole the show today," Sophia said with interest, fiddling with the camera around her neck and loading magic film. "But Cho Chang won't give in easily; your match is going to be very interesting!"
"Yes, Cho's flying skills are also excellent. This has turned into a duel between fire bolts," Hermione said thoughtfully, then gave Harry a warning look. "But I still hope you don't get too distracted. Don't blame us for laughing at you if she flies faster than you."
Harry grinned and said, "Don't worry, Hermione, I'll give you all a reason to cheer for Gryffindor." After saying that, he lowered his head, took a bite of toast, and then drank a sip of milk, swallowing the slightly dry bread.
Ron gave Harry a gentle nudge and whispered excitedly, "I heard the whole school is coming to watch today, even Professor McGonagall brought a special Gryffindor scarf." He lowered his voice, as if revealing a secret, "And Professor Dumbledore might be there too. Harry, you'd better do your best today!"
At this moment, Wood walked over, a hint of anxiety on his face.
He glanced at Harry, then thoughtfully glanced warily in Cho Chang's direction.
Clearly, seeing with his own eyes that Qiu Zhang also possessed a fire crossbow, his confidence wavered somewhat.
"Harry," Wood frowned and said in a low voice, "I know you're quite familiar with Firebolts, but—Cho Chang also has a Firebolt, and her flying skills are not to be underestimated. Today's match will definitely not be easy."
Harry smiled and patted Wood on the shoulder, trying to appear more confident. "Don't worry, Wood. I'll give it my all. Besides, haven't we been preparing for this match all along? Firebolts are important, but a match isn't just about brooms."
Ron chimed in, "Exactly, Wood! Harry's the best Seeker we have, he won't let you down!"
Wood nodded, forcing a smile, though a hint of nervousness still lingered. He patted Harry on the back, his voice encouraging: "Yes, Harry, I have faith in you. Today's victory or defeat depends entirely on you."
At 10:45, the Gryffindor team marched in unison toward the locker room.
Unlike the weather during the last match against Hufflepuff, this day was sunny, cool, and breezy.
Visibility was clearly no longer an issue. Although Harry was nervous, he gradually began to feel the unique excitement that only Quidditch matches could bring.
They could hear the sound of students from the entire school rushing into the stadium.
Harry took off his black school robe, took his wand out of his pocket, and carefully tucked it into the T-shirt he was about to wear under his Quidditch uniform.
He sincerely hopes that it won't be needed in the game.
"Everyone knows what we need to do," Wood told the team as he was about to leave the locker room. "If we lose this game, we'll have no chance. Remember how we were in practice yesterday; if we keep flying like that, we'll definitely win!"