bacchusnovels Chapter 478 Tonks Becomes Luna
Chapter 478 Tonks Becomes Luna
Chapter 478 Tonks Becomes Luna
For Tonks, transforming into other people to satisfy Sean's perverse tastes was already second nature.
At first, she felt uncomfortable and resistant. The imitation against her will was uncomfortable every time she stood in front of the mirror and watched herself slowly become another person.
This feeling is like abandoning a part of your inner self, with torment and struggle repeatedly piling up in your heart.
Each time, she reminded herself that this "she" was not the real "she".
But gradually, these anxieties became weaker and weaker, until they almost disappeared, completely replaced by something called "habit".
Replaced by things that were previously considered acceptable.
Admittedly, humans have always been creatures without limits, and those limits are often crossed little by little.
The first time you persisted, the second time you compromised, and the third time you stopped struggling. Gradually, the original boundaries became blurred until they were replaced by a "new bottom line".
The door opened with a thud, and the sound behind him brought Tonks back to reality.
"My lovely junior classmate"
Every time they conducted such training, Phillips would be unusually excited, which she was already used to.
So Tonks rolled her eyes and continued fiddling with her outfit.
This pure white dress suits her perfectly now, she thought.
With a gentle wave of her wand, her golden curls fell down, cascading over her shoulders.
"You know," she said, straightening her clothes, "the first time I became Miss Granger, I was so nervous I barely dared to breathe."
"You were still quite green back then," Sean said, moving closer. "Now you're very skilled." He went behind her, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
Tonks could feel his gaze roaming over her, and that familiar, heart-pounding feeling returned.
"You're right," she whispered, letting the magic alter her appearance. "Habit is indeed a terrible thing."
"But I love you the way you are now," Sean said in a deep voice. "No matter who you become, you'll always be the most alluring in my eyes." His lips pressed against the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
Tonks closed his eyes, letting his body heat up and his blood boil.
The transformation magic continues, but who cares at this moment?
She could no longer distinguish whether she was Tonks or someone else, which was perhaps exactly what Phillips wanted—to let different souls and different appearances intertwine and create a novel experience unique to him.
"Do you remember the first time we met in that cave?" she turned around, tilting her head back, "the way you looked at me..."
Sean pinched her chin, said nothing, and kissed her.
As the kiss landed, Tonks felt his whole body burning.
It feels great to be Luna, at least in some ways.
She responded to the kiss, while the magic continued to transform other parts of her body, making her softer and more sensitive.
When the two finally separated, Tonks was panting heavily. She looked at her reflection in the dressing mirror beside her, and the once familiar face had become strange and alluring.
The senior is right; perhaps she has long since stopped resisting this kind of game.
A game for just two people.
Or rather, she had fallen in love with the thrill of switching identities.
The mirror surface blurred, and water vapor gradually rose.
The next day.
The atmosphere at Hogwarts was like the sea after a storm; sunlight streamed through the clouds, and everyone on campus seemed to be bathed in a cheerful atmosphere.
Unlike the other two schools, all three Hogwarts warriors successfully advanced to the second round, much to everyone's delight.
Even the young wizards of Slytherin, when they think of the honors Hogwarts has achieved, unconsciously straighten their backs as they walk.
But not everyone is enjoying this joy.
After lunch, Sean sat in his office grading students' assignments.
Suddenly, a witch stood before him, her eyes filled with anxiety, her lips tightly pressed together, as if she were trying to suppress something.
The witch was none other than Hermione Granger, who had once again been humiliated in the kitchen while raising elves at home at noon.
These days, no matter how hard she tried to persuade them, the house-elves ignored her words completely.
This situation made her extremely discouraged.
"What's wrong, Hermione?"
"Professor, I've tried so much—communicating with house-elves, fighting for their rights, even devising some improvement measures—but what's the result? It seems like nothing has worked."
As she spoke, Hermione gently frowned and said in a pitiful tone.
"I really don't know how to go on."
Faced with this situation, Sean remained silent for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Hermione, your enthusiasm and determination are commendable, but I think you might be overlooking one issue."
As he spoke, he put down his pen, stood up, and walked over to Hermione.
This vantage point offers a better view of Miss Granger's dejected appearance and allows for more effective actions.
"You and house-elves are not of the same species, and your proposed modifications may be too idealistic. After all, their lifestyles and beliefs are completely different from yours, and trying to change these things out of thin air, even with good intentions, will hardly gain their approval."
As he spoke, Sean paused slightly, then roughly ruffled Hermione's hair until it was completely tangled. He then let go, stood up straight, and looked at her messy hair with a strange sense of satisfaction.
Yes, that's exactly the feeling.
Hermione didn't respond immediately; her eyes looked somewhat lost.
"But I really don't understand—why are they unwilling to accept better treatment? Why can't they have their own choices?"
Taking this opportunity, Sean gently put his arms around Hermione's waist and then half-heartedly pulled Hermione closer to him.
Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away, but did not resist.
Sean gently sniffed the scent emanating from Hermione, feeling the touch of her skin, and a subtle sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.
"Hermione, have you considered that your idea of 'liberation' for house-elves might actually be in deep conflict with their underlying beliefs and habits? Perhaps, in their eyes, everything you're proposing is simply an unnecessary disturbance."
Hermione lowered her head, seemingly pondering Sean's words.
Immediately afterwards, Sean suddenly spoke.
"I have a solution."
"What method?"
"Give me a kiss."
Hermione paused for a moment, then her blush deepened.
Sean didn't give her much time to think, but urged, "Just give me a kiss, and I'll tell you how."
A tense atmosphere filled the air.
Hermione was silent for a moment, then finally took a deep breath and gently closed her eyes.
She leaned forward slightly, her soft lips gently touching Sean's lips, the movement so light it was like a feather falling on the water.
At first, it was just a tentative touch.
Their soft lips gently touched, carrying the unique shyness and bashfulness of a young girl.
As time went on, the kiss gradually became bolder.
Sean felt her slight tremor, and when he returned the kiss, Hermione let out an almost inaudible sigh, like a petal brushed by a spring breeze.
Their lips met, their breaths mingled.
The kiss was fleeting, but its warmth lingered on the lips for a long time.
Hermione was caught off guard when she met Sean's eyes.
Those eyes, usually so gentle, were now filled with unfathomable emotions, leaving her momentarily at a loss.
She almost instinctively took a step back, her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and even her voice trembled slightly.
"Professor...the method you mentioned is..."
Seeing the witch's panicked state, Sean finally spoke.
"You have to understand...you can't force them to change; after all, they have their own ideas and lifestyles."
"Perhaps you could start with a few individual house-elves, those who have begun to question their current way of life, and see if you can gradually change the views of the other house-elves through them."
"You mean—I can try to find house-elves who are willing to accept new ideas, and then gradually influence others?"
Sean nodded, revealing a meaningful smile.
"That's right, Hermione. Change doesn't necessarily have to be drastic. We can start with small-scale experiments, gradually making them realize that change isn't a bad thing."
In December, Hogwarts was covered by strong winds, torrential rain, and snow.
Despite the drafts that always blow through the castle in winter, every time Hogwarts students pass by Durmstrang's ship moored on the lake, they feel grateful to be able to enjoy the warmth of the fireplace and the solid walls of this imposing castle.
The large ship rocked violently in the storm, its black sails billowing in the dark sky.
Everyone guessed that Durmstrang's temporary housing must be extremely cold.
The course has returned to its previous pace.
In the magical conservation class, Hagrid continuously provided Mrs. Maxim's horses with their favorite single-strand whisky.
In a corner of the makeshift stable, the smell of alcohol wafted out with the vibrations of the feed troughs, making the students in the Magical Creatures Protection class feel a little dizzy.
This isn't a good thing, because they're still dealing with the dangerous frizzy snails, and they'll have to use their brains to handle it properly.
"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," Hagrid said to his shivering classmates in the next class. "We might as well try putting them in these boxes—"
Now there are only ten frizzy-tailed snails left.
Their cannibalistic desires had not been completely extinguished; each one had grown to nearly six feet long, with a thick gray protective layer, powerful legs flailing wildly, and tails constantly spitting fire. Spikes and suckers were intertwined, making them the most disgusting creatures the young wizards had ever seen.
The students stared listlessly at the boxes Hagrid was carrying out; the boxes were filled with pillows and blankets.
"We'll lead them in, put the lids on, and see what happens," Hagrid said.
However, they soon discovered that the blasting snails did not hibernate and did not like being kept in boxes.
As they scrambled through the pumpkin patch, shattered pieces of boxes flying everywhere, Hagrid shouted, "Don't panic, don't panic!" Most of the students, led by Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, had already escaped through the back door into Hagrid's cabin and locked themselves inside.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and some other classmates stayed outside to help. In the end, they worked together to subdue the nine Blasttails, but they also suffered many burns and scratches.
Only one remains.
...
"Don't scare it!" Hagrid shouted as Harry and Ron fired sparks from their wands. The Blasttail approached menacingly, its spikes trembling slightly—"Tie its spikes with a rope, and it won't hurt the other Blasttails!"
"Yeah, we don't want anything else to happen!" Ron shouted angrily. Harry and Ron retreated to the wall of the hut, using sparks to block the approaching Blasttail.
"Okay, okay, okay—"
Sean, who was taking a stroll (watching the fun) not far away, sighed sincerely.
The Bombtail had cornered several young Gryffindor wizards, but Hagrid pounced on it, pinned it down, and finally subdued it.
The conch's tail suddenly spewed out a ball of flame, scorching the nearby pumpkin seedlings.
Then, everyone started working to put out the fire.
Sean, who happened to be passing by, didn't sit idly by either. He took out his wand to help extinguish the flames and, at the same time, gave the young Gryffindor wizards extra points.
"Looks like your 'Protecting Fantastic Creatures' class will have to be changed to 'How to Survive'."
Sean joked with a laugh as he extinguished a small fire.
After a flurry of activity, the fire was finally extinguished, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt pumpkin, which was somewhat unpleasant but still barely tolerable.
"Alright, everyone, get ready, don't waste any more time." Hagrid clapped his hands, panting. He turned to Sean, "Thank you, Phillips."
Sean raised an eyebrow at Hagrid's thanks but offered no comment.
He surveyed the damage to the area. "Luckily, not all the pumpkins burned." He walked over to the charred pumpkins and picked up a few relatively intact pieces. "Well, everyone, don't worry, we can use these pumpkins to make something delicious, and the fried whelk tails will go perfectly with it."
After saying that, he took out a pair of fire tongs, carefully placed the tail of a fried snail on the flame, and then roasted it with magic.
"You know, fried whelk meat is actually quite delicious, kind of like a magical version of ham."
The young Gryffindor wizards exchanged glances, looking at him with a mixture of belief and skepticism. Ron frowned slightly: "Professor,"
Are you serious?
"Don't worry, I'm experienced." Sean waved his hand.
During the baking process—
Hagrid initially wanted to stop him, but as the fragrance in the air grew stronger, he hesitated and ultimately said nothing.
He stood aside, watching Sean skillfully manipulate the fire tongs and magic, and sighed silently in his heart.
Before long, the fried conch tails and roasted pumpkin were transformed into hot snacks, and everyone sat down around them on the other side of the venue.
Sean carefully removed the perfectly roasted conch tail from the flames and handed it to a hesitant Gryffindor student.
"Come on, try this, it's definitely worth a try."
The students exchanged glances, and finally a few, out of curiosity, cautiously took a bite.
At first, their expressions were somewhat distorted, but they were soon amazed by the unexpected deliciousness.
The fried whelk meat is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a slightly smoky aroma that complements the sweetness of the roasted pumpkin.
"Wow, this tastes even better than I expected!" one student exclaimed.
"Right? That's the charm of barbecue."
Before leaving, Sean shared his views once again.
The essence of the "Fantastic Beasts Conservation" course is not only learning how to protect them, but also how to eat them.
Hagrid frowned, continued eating heartily, and remained silent.
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