bacchusnovels Chapter 403 Have you been happy during this time?
Chapter 403 Have you been happy during this time?
Chapter 403 Have you been happy during this time? (Bonus Chapter)
Sean slowly walked towards Peter, looking down at him and judging his pathetic life.
"Look at yourself, Peter."
"You have been living in lies woven for you by others until now, when you begin to realize that the real power, the power that can truly control your destiny, is not blind following or foolish loyalty, but the courage to see through fear, break free from constraints, and take control of your own destiny."
As Sean spoke, Peter's heart pounded faster, and a voice seemed to echo in his mind: "You can do it, Peter. You're the one who can change things."
Every word Sean said seemed to ignite a flame deep within Peter's heart, a flame that slowly rose, burning away the confusion and fear within him.
"You see," Sean sneered, speaking sarcastically, "Voldemort's biggest mistake was mistaking his fear for power, and his self-proclaimed omnipotent god. He couldn't even transcend his own past; how could he truly control the future?"
Then, he stared intently at Peter Pettigrew, his voice becoming calmer and more seductive: "Peter, you can do it. You're more suited than anyone else to infiltrate Voldemort's inner circle."
This time, Little Pettigrew's emotional value has been fully realized.
"What if I get caught? I—" Peter's voice trembled, perhaps from fear, or perhaps from the burning passion he felt for what he was about to do. "How can I go back to them, especially Voldemort? He—he won't let me off easily."
Sean looked at him, a mocking smile playing on his lips, as if he had expected Peter to ask such a question.
"He's short-handed right now and won't drive away any of his helpers," he said, slowly taking a wand from his pocket and gently shaking it. "Give him this wand as an act of atonement, and he'll accept you back."
Peter's gaze was instantly fixed on the wand. He barely reacted until the wand flashed a dazzling light in Sean's hand.
The wand was none other than Voldemort's wand—it appeared in Sean's hand, but seemed to have acquired a new meaning.
"Is this Voldemort's wand?" Peter said, almost breathlessly. He didn't even realize that he had subtly changed his way of referring to the Dark Lord.
“That’s right,” Sean replied in a low voice, “He believes that the wand is a symbol of him, representing his past glory.”
"Take it to Albania and give it to him in person, and he will feel as if he has found what he lost."
"You can use this as a bridge to regain his trust."
"You have no choice, Peter. Your fate has been sealed. This is the only path you can take."
Sean's last words brought Pettigrew back to reality.
Yes.
What choices does he have now?
Perhaps fate had already made the choice for him—from the moment he chose the path of betrayal, he was destined to walk down that path until his death.
For Sean, there's a little story behind this magic wand.
In fact, not long ago at Christmas, he had personally found this wand for Riddle and given it to him as a Christmas gift.
Sean hopes that with the power of this wand, Riddle will be able to unleash his full magical potential and regain control of everything.
However, it is counterproductive.
Riddle was extremely indifferent, even somewhat disgusted, when he received the wand.
In his words, "How could he dare to use a failed weapon?"
Riddle mocked the history of the wand, saying it was nothing more than a testament to its repeated failures.
He despised the wand, feeling it was shameful and unworthy to be his weapon... even though he had used it for many years.
But that's just Riddle's personality, isn't it?
This was the first time Sean had ever given a gift and been rejected, so he remembered it vividly.
Now, when Sean recalls what Riddle said, he even feels a bit excited about the wand.
As if eager to get rid of a hot potato, he forcefully shoved the wand into Peter Pettigrew's hand before Peter could even react.
"You know what to do."
"Take this wand to Albania and see Voldemort. Show him this sincerity in your repentance, and he will accept you back."
"You no longer need to worry about being abandoned by him, because you are now his only hope."
Looking at the Dark Lord's wand that appeared in his hand, Pettigrew suddenly felt a sense of unreality.
This... you just gave it to me?
Just as he was beginning to question his existence, a series of light footsteps suddenly came from outside.
Pettigrew instinctively tucked his wand under his robes. If... someone saw him holding the Dark Lord's wand, he'd be in deep trouble no matter what.
Sean raised an eyebrow slightly, then suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed on the approaching figure.
The visitor was, of course, Sofia.
She stood there, her gaze falling on Pettigrew and Filch next to Sean, a knowing look on her face.
Her father's story was indeed true.
It seems she's destined to win this bet.
"Are you leaving?" Sean asked suddenly, noticing Sophia's increasingly pale face.
If every field in this world needs experts, then he and Vivi are undoubtedly experts in time travel.
Sophia's pale face before my eyes is a typical example of spacetime repulsion.
As someone who returned to the present from more than a decade in the future, Sophia used the time-space converter again, resulting in double repulsion.
Her body could no longer bear the strain, so she had to prematurely end this time travel journey.
"Yes, Dad." Sophia nodded gently, giving Sean a sweet smile. "I'm going back now."
Sean's gaze lingered on Sophia's face for a few seconds.
He was somewhat reluctant to see Sofia leave.
Blood is thicker than water; this saying is not just an empty phrase.
Over the past year, their time together has made him deeply realize that the bond between father and daughter is far more sincere and profound than any words can express.
However, the distortion of time and space and the trajectory of fate make all of this fleeting and precious.
Sean felt an indescribable emptiness, the pain of a father about to be separated from his daughter, which even made him forget how to speak for a moment.
Finally, all the words were reduced to one sentence...
"Have you been happy during this time?"
Upon hearing this, Sofia suddenly looked up, and her nose felt slightly sore.
Her eyes became somewhat unfocused for a moment, as a flood of emotions overwhelmed her, making it difficult for her to bear.
To be honest, the current Sean and the Sean of more than ten years from now are completely different people—one is frivolous, and the other is composed.
This is also why Sophia acted too casually when she first met Sean.
However, despite their drastically different personalities, what remains hidden beneath these changes is that unchanging love. Whether he is light-hearted or steady, his love for her has never changed.
"Dad, I've had a lot of fun lately."
Sophia looked at Sean, her eyes slightly moist. She took a deep breath and said softly.
"I finally did what I wanted to do, and accomplished many things I had never dared to do before."
Sean looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with complex emotions. After a while, he finally spoke: "It's good that you did what you wanted to do."
He looked at her and nodded slightly.
"Yes, Dad." Sophia smiled. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
Sean didn't answer, he just looked at her silently, with some things he couldn't say.
"No matter what, I will remember this time," Sofia added.
Sean didn't say anything more, he just looked at her quietly for a long time.
The air seemed to grow heavy, and even Filch and Little Star, who were present, could sense the impending separation.
Even... Little Pettigrew held his breath.
If... he ruins the atmosphere, he swears to Merlin that Phillips guy will really turn him into a fried rat.
Sean finally spoke: "Remember, wherever you are, be yourself and do what you want to do."
"I will."
Sofia's voice was a little choked up, but she tried to control her emotions, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, "You too, Dad."
Sean nodded, looking at her with something flickering in his eyes, but ultimately said nothing.
"I'm leaving," Sofia said, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, as if she were talking to herself.
After she finished speaking, she turned and looked towards the doorway.
Mom... I finally beat you this time!
The thought had barely formed when suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps sounded at the door.
The sound grew closer and more urgent, as if something pressing was chasing after the approaching being...