bacchusnovels Chapter 379 Why don't I have any clothes?
Chapter 379 Why don't I have any clothes?
Chapter 379 Why don't I have any clothes?
Meanwhile, people outside also noticed what was happening here.
"I think I just heard something strange?" Harry's voice came from outside the box, tinged with a hint of alertness.
"Is there something moving in that box?" Ron's voice followed closely behind.
Sean pulled Cho Chang's body over, gently hugged her, pressed his body against the inside of the box, and let her cover him, thus covering the two of them with an invisibility cloak.
In his half-conscious state, Qiu Zhang struggled slightly before completely surrendering to Sean's control.
Harry and Ron were almost at the box.
At that moment, Sophia, who had been watching Jorkins and Hermione talk, rushed over and whispered, "It might just be the sound of the old house. There's no need to waste time."
"But what if?" Ron hesitated.
"There's no 'what if'." Sophia slapped away Ron's outstretched hand and led the two of them toward Hermione.
"Let's hurry, or we'll run out of time."
About three minutes later, the voices of Jorkins, Hermione, and the others faded away completely, and the room returned to silence.
Sean breathed a slight sigh of relief, slowly pushed open the lid of the wooden box, and a slightly cool breeze rushed in. He gently picked up Qiu Zhang, straightened her body, and carefully observed her complexion.
Qiu Zhang's breathing gradually calmed down, his eyelashes trembled slightly a few times, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
A bewildered look met Sean's eyes, and it took a few seconds for him to realize where he was.
"Professor—" Qiu Zhang's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, revealing a hint of weakness and confusion.
"You're finally awake." Sean spread his coat on the floor like a blanket and gently laid Qiu Zhang down. "You almost fainted just now. How are you feeling now?"
Qiu Zhang tried to raise his hand, but felt a slight chill on his body.
Looking down, her face instantly turned bright red—all her clothes had vanished!
She instinctively hugged herself, lowered her head shyly, and said in a trembling voice, "I—why—why don't I have any clothes?"
A hint of helplessness appeared on Sean's face. He calmly explained, "You're about to get heatstroke. The air in the box is too stuffy. I can only help you cool down."
Sean's tone was sincere, without the slightest embarrassment, which only made Cho Chang feel even more ashamed.
"But—" Qiu Zhang pursed his lips, unable to utter a complete sentence in a low voice, the blush on his face almost spreading to his ears.
"It's alright now." Sean interrupted her stammering. "You've recovered, and most importantly, you're alright?"
Qiu Zhang bit his lip, unsure of what to say, and could only nod slightly.
However, she never dared to look Sean in the eye, clutching her clothes tightly with both hands, trying to cover her exposed skin.
No matter how hard you try to cover it up, everything that should and shouldn't have been revealed has been exposed.
Seeing Cho Chang's shy appearance, Sean couldn't help but find it a little funny.
But more than anything, it was a sense of satisfaction and a desire to conquer—even such an innocent girl would become so shy and bashful under his guidance.
"We need to get out of here quickly, it's getting dark."
"Thank you, Professor."
Qiu Zhang looked down at the cloak covering her and said softly, her voice so low that only she could hear it.
Next... she needs to get dressed.
the other side.
After using the door key and several teleportations, the three little ones, apart from Sophia, didn't look too good.
After they regained their footing, they realized they were in a small toilet.
The small space was dimly lit by only a few yellow light bulbs, and the tiled walls were slightly mottled due to their age.
The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the breathing of a few people could be heard.
"Is this the Ministry of Magic?" Ron asked in a low voice, wrinkling his nose, clearly disappointed with their landing location.
"This is one of the entrances to the Ministry of Magic," Jorgins explained quickly, glancing around to make sure there was nothing unusual. "Entering the Ministry of Magic from here will avoid a lot of trouble. You'll have to find your own way."
"Aren't you coming with us?" Hermione looked up, her brows furrowing slightly as she looked at Jorkins.
Jorgins shook his head, his expression serious. "My task is to get you here and make sure you leave safely within a certain timeframe. I'll be here waiting for you, and you must be back by 2 PM. If you're past that time, I can't guarantee I can get you back to Hogsmeade safely."
"Why can't we go together?" Ron seemed a little nervous. "You definitely know the Ministry of Magic better than we do." "Because further ahead," Jorgins interrupted him, "there are stricter security measures there. My presence will only increase your risk of exposure, which would be detrimental."
Harry nodded in understanding: "Okay, we'll be back before two o'clock."
Jorgins gave him a satisfied look, then took an old pocket watch from his cloak and handed it to Hermione: "Use this to keep track of time. Don't forget, being even a minute late can be dangerous."
Hermione took the pocket watch, thanked her softly, and then quickly opened the map, pointing to a pea-shaped route: "This is a structural map of the Ministry of Magic's interior. After passing through, we will appear here. According to the information, the archives are in this direction."
Just as the group was about to leave, Joggins, watching their movements, suddenly seemed to remember something and reached out to interrupt them, saying, "Wait a minute, you can't just go in like this."
The group froze, and Ron instinctively asked, "What's wrong?"
"Your wands must be handed over to me for safekeeping."
"What?" Hermione's eyes widened, and she said incredulously, "How are we supposed to protect ourselves without wands? And the Ministry of Magic is heavily guarded; if we run into trouble—"
Jorgins held out his hand, gesturing for Hermione to be quiet, and explained, "The Ministry of Magic's defense system tracks the magical fluctuations of any wand, especially wands with 'threads' (magical threads). You are students, and your wands are still within the Ministry's monitoring range. Using them will trigger an alarm."
Harry frowned. "Traces? Doesn't that only work on underage wizards?"
“That’s right,” Jorgins nodded, “but don’t forget, the threads not only record magic, but also location. In the heart of the Ministry of Magic, any wand with a thread will be identified and marked. Once you’re located, you won’t be able to complete your mission, let alone leave safely.”
Ron's expression turned grim: "So—you mean we're going in empty-handed?"
Jorgins sighed, his tone softening slightly. "I know this is risky for you, but believe me, it's the only way. The archives pose no threat of attack; the key is covert operation. The wands will be returned to you when you return."
Hermione bit her lip and handed the wand to Jorgins: "Okay, but you have to promise that we can get the wand back as soon as we get back."
“Of course,” Jorgins said, taking the wands and carefully putting them into a small pocket inside his cloak. “I’ll be here waiting for you, and the wands will never leave my side.”
Harry and Sophia exchanged a glance, and finally nodded and handed over their wands.
When it was Ron's turn, he hesitated for a moment, gripping his wand tightly as if making a final struggle.
"Hurry, Ron!" Hermione urged anxiously, "Time is running out."
"Okay, okay—" Ron finally sighed, handed the wand to Jorgins, and muttered to himself, "But I still think this idea is unreliable."
"Trust me," Jorgins said, putting away his wand and giving the group a thumbs-up. "You will succeed."
With the sound of a toilet flushing, two groups of young wizards wearing invisibility cloaks (Harry and Ron, Hermione and Sophia) slid out of the pipes and landed on a flat marble floor.
The scene of the main hall gradually came into view.
This is the entrance hall on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic. It is spacious and magnificent, with obsidian-smooth tiles on the floor, making its extraordinary presence evident even in the dark.
"Wow—" Ron exclaimed softly after regaining his footing, "This place is even more spectacular than I remember."
"Enough talk," Hermione whispered. "Remember, we need to keep a low profile. The archives are on the second floor; go up directly from the side corridor."
"Understood." Harry nodded, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily.
In the dimly lit public restroom near the Ministry of Magic entrance, Bertha Jorkins was kneeling on the floor, her head slightly bowed.
He was extremely respectful to the person in front of him.
"Have they all gone inside?"
"Yes, Master."
The man glanced down at her, then slowly walked to the sink. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating his face and revealing a familiar one—Sean, who had just escorted Cho Chang back to Hogwarts.
"Tonight—the show is about to begin."
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