bacchusnovels Chapter 536 Hermione and Tonks' Punishment
Chapter 536 Hermione and Tonks' Punishment
Chapter 532 Hermione and Tonks' Punishment (Part 2)
Tonks never expected that his senior would go to such lengths.
They somehow managed to find a chair used for torture and forced confessions, and placed it behind the desk.
Meanwhile, Sean was also cutting up trousers:
The fabric edges were uneven, forming an unsightly jagged pattern on the inner thigh.
Then, Tonks was forced to change into the freshly made trousers and was pressed down on the specially made chair, with her legs forced wide open.
Looking down—
The cut fabric did nothing to cover anything; instead, it looked like an ugly wound torn between the legs.
With a click.
The metal buckles had already locked her ankles.
Tonks blushed as he recalled what had happened.
Half of it was from embarrassment, and the other half from anger.
Could it be that just because I played the role of a prisoner, the senior student actually treated me like a prisoner?
Hermione also noticed this:
The atmosphere suddenly became strange. Was it because of me?
Seeing that Tonks was showing signs of "darkening," Sean pulled Tonks aside and recounted what had happened.
Reason gradually returned to Tonks.
It wasn't just rationality, but also compassion and anger.
Tonks unleashed all the pent-up emotions she had been holding onto Umbridge.
"How dare she?! I'm going to find her right now!"
"etc."
"No, Professor."
The two voices of protest came from Sean and Hermione, respectively.
The two exchanged a glance and awkwardly shut their mouths.
Tonks, still angry, didn't notice this unspoken understanding: "Then what do we do?"
"Believe me, Umbridge will pay for her actions."
Sean finally made the final decision, assuring Tonks.
Hermione was thus left in the office, along with Tonks.
The atmosphere was a bit cold at first.
But inexplicably, Hermione and Tonks started talking, and their conversation was quite lively.
Even Sean was dumbfounded.
He was clearly reading a book while carefully observing which topic the two of them started discussing.
It seems to be—last year's Christmas present.
I remember back then, Hermione sent Tonks a Christmas present.
Sean was very curious, but Tonks kept the item a secret and wouldn't tell him what it was.
Until—he gradually forgot about it.
Tonks and Hermione were just saying that she would give Hermione a similar gift this year, and as she spoke, she glanced in the direction of Sean. Hermione nodded, indicating that she was looking forward to it.
In short, the two were having a lively conversation.
The relationship changed quickly. By the end, the two had become very close and looked like best friends.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that the age gap between the two is not very large.
When the other two kids saw Hermione with a big smile in the common room the next day, they were completely incredulous.
What happened in just one night?
Could it be that the house-elves have rebelled?
It seems that nothing else could cause Hermione's mood to change drastically overnight.
This good mood lasted until the afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Miss Granger, why didn't you come to my office last night?"
Umbridge asked in front of everyone.
This made Harry and Ron realize something—
No wonder Hermione was so happy; it turns out she escaped solitary confinement last night.
But—is this really something Hermione would do?
Even they couldn't escape confinement.
Perhaps neither of the Weasley twins had such an experience.
Ron secretly gave Hermione a thumbs-up under the table to express his admiration for her.
"I----"
Hermione paused for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to speak according to Sean's script.
"I made a very serious mistake and Professor Phillips caught me in his office. He said he would continue to punish me until I truly realized my mistake and repented. If you have any questions, you can go to him. He said he would be happy to discuss techniques of punishment with you."
After these words were spoken, the classroom became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Isn't Hermione a good student? How could she keep making mistakes? And what exactly did she do to make the usually mild-mannered Professor Phillips so furious? Besides, aren't Hermione and Professor Phillips on good terms?
A series of questions lingered in their minds.
But all in all, Hermione's "rebellion" shattered their perception of her.
In contrast, Umbridge's expression was not very good.
For her, anything involving Sean was definitely not a good thing.
This is a challenge to her authority, she believes.
"Yes, I'll verify this with Professor Phillips."
Umbridge let out an unfriendly snort from his nose and then began today's lesson.
"Please turn to page twelve in your textbook and read aloud—"
The first week of school passed just like that, until the weekend.
Duel Club.
Tonks stood on the podium, looking at Susan, who had arrived early and was standing at the back, and smiled brightly.
"Let us welcome our newest member, Miss Susan Bornes."
The applause was enthusiastic, especially since there were very few Slytherin students in the club.
Susan lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly and remained silent.
"Today, our first event is a one-on-one match."
"You will be divided into two groups and will face off one by one, but remember to be careful. Our goal is not to hurt each other, but to learn how to resolve crises and avoid curses."
"Miss Burns, since this is your first time here, I will personally guide you."
Before long, the students present found familiar friends and formed teams.
Susan was a little unaccustomed to such a lively atmosphere.
There were many people, the noise was loud, and the atmosphere was very lively—she felt as if she were being swallowed up by this environment.
"Focus your attention."
Tonks said, then drew his wand from his waist.
"Now take out your wand and cast all the spells you can on me, and watch how I dodge them."
""
Susan obediently did as she was told.
After she and Tonks completed their duel ceremony, the atmosphere immediately became serious.
"Let's begin."
"Disarm you!"
A beam of light shot out from the tip of Susan's spell, and Tonks quickly dodged to the side, easily avoiding the attack.
"Very good, not bad speed."
Tonks commented casually.
"Try again, try other spells."
Susan blushed slightly upon hearing Tonks's assessment.
Then he quickly adjusted his posture, focused his attention, and cast another spell.
"They'll all be petrified!"
This shot is now a threat.
The curse grazed Tonks' shoulder, but still did not cause her any real harm.
"The speed is acceptable, but you need to pay attention to the angle and timing next time."
Another one!
"During a duel, you need to use your brain. If your opponent keeps dodging, you can observe their movement path to predict their movements in advance and unleash your spells."
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"When you can't attack an opponent, you can use spells to block their movement, force them into a narrow space, and make good use of the terrain to achieve victory."
"..——"
In just five minutes, Susan had lost count of how many spells she had cast.
My arms ached, and even my lips were dry. My accuracy with the spell in the last two minutes was also much worse than before.
Some spells cannot be cast at all, while others fall directly to the ground.
There was no threat whatsoever; Tonks didn't even need to lift a finger.
Seeing that Susan's efficiency had clearly decreased, Tonks clapped his hands, signaling a pause. "Take a break, how does it feel?"
"I'm so tired," Susan replied honestly.
In the process, she had long forgotten why she came, and she had also forgotten to think about why Tonks had called her here—she was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the duel.
What's on my mind:
The question is how to use magic to attack Tonks.
At first, he didn't have such a competitive spirit, but as Tonks easily dodged back and forth, his competitive spirit was gradually aroused.
"Very good, Susan. That's the hardest part of a duel—maintaining sustained energy and a clear mind."
"You've done a great job."
"Professor, how did you do that?"
"Effort, hard work, and — the help of others."
"Help from others?"
"Um.
""
Tonks awkwardly steered the conversation away from the topic.
"Continue. This time, I'll attack, and you dodge. Don't worry, I won't use overly aggressive spells, and I'll control the power of the spells."
This is the key day; take this opportunity to observe Susan carefully.
For example—what would your expression be like when faced with a sudden attack; what would your expression be like when you're pinned to the ground; what would you be like when you're so tired you can't even open your legs—
Susan was a little uneasy, but she still stood up and stood a short distance away.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready."
"Disarm you!"
With just one spell, Susan was lying on the ground in a sorry state.
What caught Tonks's attention was that trembling, constantly swaying with her body—
"Wow, it's huge!" she exclaimed.
Susan was filled with despair.
She clearly saw Tonks's spell coming towards her body.
But—no matter what you do, you can't escape it, it's like your body is completely out of your control, and this phenomenon makes you feel even more frustrated.
It's like when playing League of Legends, you know exactly what to do and what combos to execute, and your awareness is up to par, but your hand speed can't keep up.
Such a failure is even more unacceptable.
"Get up and continue!"
Tonks continued giving instructions crisply and decisively, his demeanor completely different from before, as if he were a different person altogether.
Susan bit her lower lip and stood up.
"Disarm you!"
He lay down again.
The dueling club's activities finally came to an end before dinner.
Sitting in the auditorium, Susan stared blankly at the bread and bacon on the plate in front of her, pondering a serious question:
When Tonks called her over, was it so she could get beaten up?
Unable to deal with her aunt, she took her anger out on herself.
Professor Tonks isn't that kind of person, and he certainly wouldn't do such a thing—but how do you explain the beating he got today?
Could it be that she's really just too stupid?
On the other hand)
Tonks taught her dueling techniques with great care, and much of the knowledge she gained was something she couldn't learn from books.
It's just a pity about my clothes.
Susan looked down and saw that she was wearing a sweater that was completely different from the one she had worn a few hours earlier.
What about that piece of clothing? It's already torn.
I don't know where it got lost.
A "big thing" happened within the trio in the new week.
Ron has been accepted as the goalkeeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, which means that in the new season, he will be able to play alongside Harry and his two brothers on the Quidditch pitch.
To celebrate this good news—
A small party was held in the Gryffindor common room.
However, the subsequent Quidditch practice did not go as planned, as Ron's excessive nervousness caused a complete mess to the session.
The group returned to the Gryffindor common room with heavy hearts.
"How's the training going?" Hermione asked.
"Completely messed up."
Ron gave a hollow reply and plopped down in the chair next to Hermione.
Hermione looked up and comforted her.
"It's okay, Ron. This is your first time participating in training. Every newcomer needs some time to adjust."
The atmosphere became somewhat somber for a moment, and no one spoke.
This may be related to Harry and Ron's sad discovery that they hadn't finished their homework: they had originally given up homework time to do Quidditch training, but now their Quidditch training was a complete mess, and they still hadn't finished their homework.
"What do we do?" Ron looked up at Harry.
Harry put the parchment aside and his gaze involuntarily drifted to Hermione beside him.
Hermione was chatting with Ginny at the other end of the common room.
Crookshan was curled up on her lap, snoring peacefully as he slept.
"No way." Ron, having already guessed Harry's thoughts, shook his head. "I bet she won't let us see it."
So the two of them continued to bury themselves in their writing.
The writing progressed from Professor McGonagall's paper on non-animal summoning charms to Professor Sinesta's paper on Jupiter, and from the Jupiter paper on Umbridge's paper on the origins of dark magic.
Each challenge was more difficult than the last, and the number of people in the common lounges gradually decreased.
"When are you going back?" Hermione and Ginny asked as they walked over.
"Maybe we'll never be able to go back in this lifetime," Ron said sadly, and Harry nodded in agreement.
To be honest, he didn't know why he needed to know what was happening on Jupiter and Mars. He didn't even understand Earth yet—he meant that since wizards would never be able to go to Jupiter or Mars in their lifetime, why should he care whether Jupiter had volcanoes or not? Even if it did, what would that prove? Aren't there far more volcanoes on Earth?
Just as Hermione and Ginny were about to leave, a rather crisp "bang—" sound came from the window in front of them.
Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a beautiful owl perched on the window.
It's Percy's owl.
It is quite distinctive; the species is the owl.
"What's going on? Why would Percy write to me?"
Ron went over and opened the window. The owl flew in and landed on the table with two letters tied to its leg.
Take the letter off your lap.
One letter was addressed to Ron, and the other was addressed to Ginny.