bacchusnovels Chapter 534 Hermione and Tonks' Punishment
Chapter 534 Hermione and Tonks' Punishment
Chapter 530 Hermione and Tonks' Punishment (Part 1)
The office was filled with a suffocating tension. The dim light from the oil lamp cast long, thin shadows on the walls.
"I said, take off your shirt!"
Looking at the witch in front of him, Sean gave a stern command.
Tonks leaned against the wall, biting her lower lip, looking pitiful.
The dark blue prison uniform jacket was clearly too big for her.
It hung loosely on her body, only partially concealing the spring scenery underneath.
"Please—please," she pleaded in a low voice, "I've told you everything about the Ministry of Magic, haven't I? I could even pass on information for you, so why are you doing this to me?"
Sean looked at her coldly and said slowly.
"You know the rules. All captured suspects must undergo a full search. Otherwise, how can we be sure you're not hiding any contraband? Maybe you have a Portkey to the Ministry of Magic hidden in your clothes!"
Tonks' body trembled slightly, his lips moved but he couldn't utter a word.
"Hurry up, stop dawdling!" Sean snapped. "Do you think you're still an Auror in the Auror office?"
Here, you're just a prisoner!
Tonks slowly raised his arm and began to unbutton his coat.
Today's script is roughly as follows:
Tonks, an Auror, pretended to be captured and surrendered, but in reality, he was sent by the Ministry of Magic to infiltrate the country.
To ensure the authenticity of the story, Sean even wrote character biographies, background stories, and premises, just like writing a script, and also devised many tasks and props.
For example, the prison uniform that Tonks is wearing is one of the mission items.
Seeing that Tonks, as a "prisoner," was moving somewhat slowly, Sean, the "interrogator," grabbed Tonks's rather slender wrist and pressed it against the wall, indicating that he would help her.
"Don't dawdle, don't move, I'm going to search you!"
"ah""
Tonks gasped and his body tilted forward uncontrollably.
This game is absolutely hilarious!
"Looks like you're not behaving well. I'll have to use some methods to deal with an undercover agent like you."
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Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room.
There were only a few people in the common room just before curfew; most students had already returned to their dormitories.
Even a little wizard who doesn't want to sleep wouldn't choose to spend the last moments of the day in the common room.
What? You're asking them why?
The answer, of course, was Hermione's disgruntled face as a Gryffindor prefect.
They had also heard about what happened to their senior (or junior) on the first day of school, so naturally they wouldn't offer their help and risk making a fool of themselves.
So most of the few people who stayed in the common room were people who weren't afraid of Hermione—for example, the Weasley twins. However, they kept their distance from Hermione, afraid of being implicated, and were doing something with a group of young wizards.
Ron, Harry, and Neville sat around the fireplace, listening to Hermione's endless chatter.
"How could Dumbledore allow this to happen?"
Hermione's scream startled Crookshanks, who quickly ran away. But her anger was not abated in the slightest—she angrily pounded on the armrests of her chair, so much so that some cotton wool seeped through the holes behind the armrests.
I can't imagine what Professor Phillips would think of her as a bad child if he knew what happened today.
Putting that thought out of her mind, Hermione complained even louder.
"Is Dumbledore really as confused as that awful woman said? Look at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors he's hired these past few years: Quirrell in the first year, Lockhart in the second, Crouch Jr. in the fourth, and now Umbridge! We even have our O.W.L. exams this year, and at such a crucial time, he's letting a professor who can't even teach us magic! Is he—"
Some inappropriate comments about Dumbledore were abruptly stopped by reason, but what Hermione was thinking in her heart was unknown to everyone.
"That woman was probably used by Fudge to—" Ron analyzed.
He had only been halfway through his analysis when he was interrupted by an angry Hermione.
"Of course, that's why she's here! Otherwise, why would Fudge send her here!"
This was one of the few times Harry dared not speak, and one of the few times he chose to do his homework voluntarily, fearing that Hermione's anger would affect him.
Why? Because he had already directed his anger at Hermione at noon. If she retaliated, what could he possibly say?
As for simply walking away, that would be like adding fuel to the fire.
So homework became Harry's last resort.
Perhaps—the knowledge in the textbook can bring Hermione back to her senses.
Perhaps Merlin heard Harry's prayer, because Hermione's attention was quickly drawn to Harry's actions.
Harry did his homework on his own initiative?
Has the world really unknowingly transformed into a form she no longer recognizes?
"What subject's homework are you doing?"
"Snape's."
Harry answered honestly.
"To prevent him from bothering me in the next class, I need to work hard on my assignments for this subject: the properties of moonstone and its uses in medicine."
But as they were talking, a large blank space appeared beneath the parchment.
I did my best.
He really did his best.
But if you don't know how, you just don't know how. What can you do?
Seeing the blank space on the parchment, Hermione irritably looked away and ignored Harry's pleading gaze.
When she's angry, she really does develop aversion to stupidity.
You can't even do such a simple question, and you want her help? No way.
After a brief shift, the gaze finally settled on the other end of the common room, where the Weasley twins were located.
They were sitting among a group of innocent and naive freshmen, doing something unknown.
alright-
Now I know.
They took some candy out of their pockets and fed it to the new students.
As Hermione's gaze shifted, Harry and Ron also witnessed this scene.
It’s over.
They all thought the same thing.
As for who is finished, everyone has different goals.
But given Hermione's current condition, the Weasley twins are more likely to be finished.
"No, I can't take it anymore."
As Hermione spoke, she sat up abruptly from the sofa.
"Navie, come with me."
Neville also suddenly stood up, somewhat dazed.
He had just fallen asleep amidst Hermione's nagging, so he only subconsciously heard someone calling him and stood up, without realizing where he was going or what was happening.
"What's wrong, Hermione?"
Ron wanted to do one last "humanitarian" thing for his two brothers, so he stalled for time.
"Aren't they just handing out candy?"
You know very well what kind of candy it is.
"What candy?" Harry, unusually, also pretended to be clueless.
Before Hermione could even utter the strange names of the candies, the poor first-year students collapsed to the ground one by one, unconscious, as if they had been disarmed.
The scene looked somewhat shocking and absurd for a moment.
Without further ado, Hermione grabbed Neville's sleeve and walked straight toward the Weasley twins.
At this moment, neither of them noticed Hermione's approach.
They stood to the side holding parchment, observing the group of first-year students with the meticulous care and precision of scientists.
Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts.
If you don't run now, when will you?
They tiptoed towards the dormitory.
"That's enough!"
Hermione yelled at the Weasley twins, startling them. Usually, they were the ones scaring others; it was rare for someone else to scare them.
Seeing Hermione's angry face, Fred pretended to be stupid.
"You're right, this dosage seems sufficient; adding more would likely cause other problems."
"Didn't I tell you before? You're not allowed to experiment on your classmates!"
"I've already paid." George pulled out a piece of paper.
The above is the "contract" they signed with this group of young wizards. Whether this "contract" has any legal effect is a matter of opinion.
But judging from Hermione's reaction, she didn't think the contract was valid.
"This is extremely dangerous, I—"
"With us here watching over things, how could it possibly be dangerous?"
"It's because you're here that it's dangerous!"
"Stop arguing."
Fred, who was standing nearby, had already taken a handful of candy out of his pocket and stuffed it into the mouths of the first-year students one by one.
"Look, they're all awake."
As soon as he finished speaking, several freshmen did indeed wake up, just as Fred had predicted.
but-
They were shocked by their current appearance.
It is estimated that the Weasley twins did not explain the effects of the drug to them before the experiment.
"Are you feeling alright?" Hermione asked one of the young wizards with concern.
"Is...is it alright?" He himself wasn't quite sure about his current physical condition.
"Don't worry, we've already tested this sugar on ourselves."
George comforted Hermione and the young wizard.
"We're conducting this experiment to see if the dosage is the same for everyone."
These words softened Hermione's expression somewhat.
However, it is still very dangerous.
As her father is a dentist, she possesses a wealth of medical knowledge that most people don't.
For example, drug resistance, or allergies.
What if the dosage isn't controlled properly, and what if some young wizard is allergic to a certain component of the medicine?
The consequences would be immeasurable.
"You can't keep doing this."
"What else? Punish us with solitary confinement?"
The Weasley twins were still grinning, but they couldn't come up with a single line for Hermione's next sentence.
"Otherwise, I will tell Professor Phillips about it. If he finds out—"
In fact, Sean knew about this.
But they ignored it.
Even if he was sick, Mrs. Pomfrey was there, and the Weasley twins weren't the kind of people who couldn't tell what was important—if anything unexpected happened, wouldn't he still be there?
However, if Hermione reports him, he would be happy to listen to her.
"Oh, you can't do that." George exclaimed in surprise.
"Of course I'll do it. Professor Phillips would be very disappointed if he knew what you'd done. You two—don't want to disappoint Professor Phillips, do you?"
Hermione blushed as she uttered this sentence.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Perhaps you've thought of it—
Meanwhile, Ron and Harry had already sneaked back to their dorm room to wash up.
As for what happened in the common room downstairs—they didn't care and didn't want to care.
Hermione, carrying the confiscated bag of candy and the paper with the statistics, strode back to her seat under Neville's admiring gaze.
Looking at the empty seats, she sighed.
I'm getting ready to go back to my dorm to sleep.
Tomorrow, I'll have to find Umbridge to punish me.
Just thinking about it sends chills down your spine.
The next day was another gloomy day.
The morning classes are spells and transfiguration.
Hermione maintained her excellent and consistent performance in both subjects, and even made up for the points she lost yesterday in the Transfiguration class, and even had a surplus.
The first class in the afternoon is about protecting magical creatures.
Hagrid did not return; instead, he was replaced by Professor Grapple.
She was standing ten meters away from the entrance of Hagrid's hut, waiting for everyone. In front of her was a long table with many thin branches on it.
"Can anyone tell me what these things are?"
Hermione had just raised her hand to answer the question when the thin branches on the table suddenly changed, leaping into the air and revealing their true forms—each branch had arms and even fingers and eyes, looking exactly like wooden elves shrunk many times over.
"So cute!"
"May I touch them, Professor?"
Girls are naturally drawn to these cute and quirky things.
But this did not include Professor Grapland, who, while feeding the creatures a handful of something that looked like brown rice from her pocket, reminded them to maintain a basic distance from them.
"Keep your voice down! Now answer me, does anyone know the names of these creatures?"
"Tree protector hunchback!"
"Very good, five points for Gryffindor."
For Hermione, scoring points is always so easy.
If you're really short on points, going to Professor Phillips isn't a bad idea—it's just that pride has prevented this approach from ever actually appearing on the Hogwarts campus.
"That's right, these animals are Bowtruckles, the guardians of trees." They usually live on Wand Trees. Does anyone know—
Before she could finish speaking, Hermione had already recited the entries from the book as if she were memorizing a text.
"They are commonly found in western England, southern Germany, and Scandinavia. They only nest in trees of a certain timber quality and are adept at evading spells. Their diet consists of ground beetles or fairy eggs. They are called—"
"Alright, alright. Five more points for Gryffindor."
Grapland was very happy that someone knew about such a niche species.
"So, if you ever need to collect wood from the tree where the Bowtruckle lives, the best thing to do is to prepare some beetle or fairy egg seats as gifts to attract their attention and build a good relationship with them."
"Although they don't seem dangerous, but—"
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"Once you anger them, their long fingers are no joke. These fingers will attack the intruder's eyes—now, if any of you want to get close, you can take some burrows from me, and three people in each group can take a Bowtruckle and study them."
"The task for this lesson is to complete a sketch with the body parts of the Bowtrus tree marked before the end of get out of class."
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