bacchusnovels Chapter 560 The Dark Lord's Mission
Chapter 560 The Dark Lord's Mission
Chapter 556 The Dark Lord's Mission
In the end, Ron remembered the "answers" to these questions.
Whether these "answers" are the answers the examiners want is another matter.
Exams are inherently a random event that relies on luck.
At least, that's what Ron thinks.
By the way—
Was Pierre Bonacourt really the first president of the International Federation of Wizards?
Why is he so unsure about the answer he originally wrote down?
"The first president of the International Federation of Wizards was Pierre Bonacourt."
"Bonakud does not want wizards to hunt trolls."
"Not only were they given the right to live, but they were also given the full identity of 'living beings,' rather than being categorized as beasts." However—
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"A mountain troll caused trouble in Liechtenstein during the appointment process."
"Therefore, the wizarding community in Liechtenstein questioned the name Bonaqué."
In response to Ginny's question, Sean explained it this way.
The story begins ten minutes later.
Ginny suddenly knocked on the door, came in, and asked him some questions about the history of magic.
Of course that's not the point.
Asking the teacher when you don't understand something is normal, and can even be considered a good study habit.
but----
Why is Ginny dressed so strangely?
Sean looked at Ginny's clothes; it was an extremely short red pleated skirt that barely covered her upper thighs, and the edge of her underwear would occasionally peek out as she walked.
She wore a white strapless tank top that tightly hugged her ample breasts. Her long red hair was casually tied into a ponytail, with a few stray strands falling beside her face, making her fair skin appear even more delicate.
At first, Sean didn't recognize Ginny.
After recognizing it, a new problem arose:
Is this really Ginny, dressed so boldly? The girl who used to blush shyly in his presence?
Rather than believing it's Ginny, believe it's Tonks.
Tonks disguised himself as Ginny and played some fun games.
How can we find out if this person is Ginny or Tonks?
This has become a major problem for Sean now.
Should I just ask?
If the other person really is Ginny, it would seem rather strange, revealing his and Tonks' odd tastes.
Hands-on?
That would be even stranger.
Regardless of how you distinguish between the two people, the best approach is to treat the other person as the real Ginny.
"Do you understand what I've just explained?"
Sean kept his eyes straight ahead, striving to demonstrate his responsibility as a qualified principal.
Ginny nodded, and was about to speak when she was met with Sean's torture.
"Miss Weasley, now that your problem is solved, it's time to answer some of my questions."
Why are you dressed like this?
"Uh—um—"
Ginny panicked. Sean said sternly.
"This is Hogwarts, a school, a place for teaching and nurturing."
"You represent more than just yourself."
"And your family, your college, and even the responsibilities you may have in the future."
"What would Morrie and Arthur think if they knew you were walking around school dressed like this?"
"You don't want them to know about this, do you?"
When Sean reiterated the code of conduct for Hogwarts.
Ginny's sense of shame continued to rise.
This can be most intuitively felt by the constantly changing numbers on the system panel.
Did I do something wrong?
Without a doubt, it is wrong.
However, if the inference is correct, Principal Phillips is clearly a person who is extremely fond of women—this can be inferred from the ambiguous relationship between him and Professor Tonks, Director Jorgins, and Hermione.
But why is the other person acting this way even though I'm dressed like this?
Could it be that I am far inferior to these three people?
The first two are one thing, but compared to Hermione, Ginny has a strong sense of self-confidence: the other is clearly a bookworm who doesn't like to tidy up and has no sense of fun.
Am I not even as good as Hermione?
This caused Ginny to feel a strong sense of frustration out of nowhere.
Even after leaving Sean's office, the question remained in my mind.
"You're saying that Phillips didn't do anything when he saw you?"
Percy was somewhat surprised to hear Ginny describe what had happened that day.
"How is that possible?"
Ginny lowered her head again.
In fact, if there were a list of shameful things, then telling one's own brother that one failed to seduce someone would definitely be near the top of the list.
Percy was still pondering why Ginny had failed.
Something just doesn't feel right. It doesn't make sense.
How could Phillips, who is that kind of person, not feel any lust for Ginny, who is dressed like that?
But then again, what could he do?
You can't force Sean to do something with his own sister, can you?
wrong.
If forced—it seems there's a product that can achieve that effect.
Aphrodisiac.
The most powerful love potion currently existing in the wizarding world.
What if Ginny used a love potion on Phillips?
When Percy told Ginny about the idea, Ginny panicked.
"Are you crazy! Love potions are contraband at Hogwarts!"
"But aren't there still a lot of students who smuggle it into school through various means?" Percy asked rhetorically.
Admittedly, when Percy was a prefect, he confiscated many of these strange potions from the students.
This potion is especially popular among young wizards whose hearts are just beginning to flutter with romantic feelings.
"Are you sure the love potion would work on a wizard like Professor Phillips?"
"As long as the potion is potent, anyone can be affected."
Percy thought for a moment and carefully assigned Ginny her next task: "You continue to try to contact Professor Phillips these days. The holidays are almost here, so there's no rush. I'll get some powerful aphrodisiacs from the black market this summer and then find a way to get them to you—"
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The exam is over.
It ended quickly; everything that happened in the past two weeks seemed to have been blown away by a gust of wind.
What was left behind? Nobody really knows.
People came out of the auditorium one after another, as if they had just woken up from a dream.
The sun was shining brightly, lazily illuminating the stone steps of Hogwarts. Students sat in twos and threes on the grass, no longer turning the pages of their books or reciting spells, and no one was urging them to go to class.
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"That's it?" Ron sat on a rock by the lake, somewhat incredulous. "We're really—finished the exams?"
“Yeah.” Harry sat down as well, gazing at the ripples on the water in the distance. “It looks like someone cut these past few days off and threw them away.”
Hermione, holding "The Spellbook of Achievements," sat quietly beside them for a while before saying, "I wish the results would come out sooner—I don't want to wait any longer."
Ron sighed. "Right now, all I want is a big steak and a whole plate of pumpkin pie. And please, don't mention exams again."
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They all fell silent. The lake shimmered, and the wind blew across the grass, carrying the scent of sunshine and a hint of summer.
After an unknown amount of time, Hermione suddenly stood up.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"I'm going home tomorrow," Hermione's voice trailed off in the wind, "but there are still some things I haven't done."
Although Hogwarts is located in the Scottish Highlands, only a few hundred kilometers away from London, it feels like two completely different worlds.
A thick fog enveloped the entire city of London silently.
The streets were partially obscured by a gray-white curtain, car headlights flickered as if through a thick layer of frosted glass, and even the footsteps of pedestrians seemed to be swallowed by the fog, without a sound.
The fog thickened along the Thames.
The water surface had turned into a single, pale piece of metal, with the occasional cry of a waterbird making the surrounding silence even more profound.
In this somber atmosphere, a hooded figure suddenly appeared.
The figures hurried along the Thames, heading deeper into the fog, and then—
Another hooded figure appeared and called out to the person in front.
"etc!"
The first person pretended not to hear the second person's call and tried to continue walking, but was stopped by a magic spell.
"I said wait!"
The second woman seized the opportunity to stop the first woman and grabbed her arm.
The face beneath the hood was clearly Bella's.
"Sissi—Narcissa—listen to me."
"Go back, Bella!"
"You must listen to me!"
"I've already heard everything. My mind is made up, so don't interfere!"
Narcissa tried to break free from Bella's arms.
But Bella is no longer the Bella she once was, so this action had no effect.
"Let me go!"
"I'm your older sister!"
"The Dark Lord assigned me to this task, not you—what reason do you have to stop me?"
"That's why Bella finds it hard to admit that she's an undercover agent."
After all, even Lucius, who was also an undercover agent, didn't tell Narcissa about this important matter.
How could she possibly tell Narcissa about her master's affairs?
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Narcissa also shook off Bella's arm.
The two of them walked along the riverbank, one after the other, into a narrow alley with a complicated layout.
The alleyway looked extremely dirty, consisting of rows of dilapidated brick houses.
"What a shitty place this is!"
Bella complained, but Narcissa remained silent and had already walked to the other end of the alley.
The other end is a three-way intersection.
Both sides have the same structure, like an endless maze.
Narcissa carefully checked the direction, turned left, stopped in front of the seventh house, and knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, there was movement behind the door.
Then the door was opened a crack, and a man peered at them.
If the two little ones sitting by the lake were here, they would definitely recognize who the man is.
It was Snape who hadn't even shown up for the Potions exam lately.
"Severus, the Dark Lord sent me to find you."
"Um."
Snape opened the door, and Narcissa went in. Bellatrix, not very happy, also greeted Snape.
Snape was not surprised by the appearance of the two sisters.
The three arrived at a small living room, which looked no different from Azkaban's prison. The remaining space was occupied by stacks of heavy books.
Snape waved his wand, and a small area was cleared for the three of them to sit down.
"What can I do to help you?"
"It's not me, it's the Dark Lord."
Narcissa proudly raised her neck, as if she were saying something very proud.
"The Dark Lord sent me to ask you—wait—"
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As if she had thought of something, she asked another question alertly.
"Is there anyone else here?"
"Of course not, but—the Dark Lord sent Wormtail to my side, I don't know why. But it's not exactly human, is it?"
Snape said, then raised his wand again.
With a bang—
A hidden door in the corner of the room was opened, revealing a narrow staircase.
Peter Pettigrew stood at the end of the stairs, bewildered.
"Hi everyone, Bella, it's been a long time—not a long time, we just met last month."
Bella looked up and reluctantly greeted Pettigrew.
Now Little Pettigrew is practically a triple agent.
He was sent by his master to infiltrate the Dark Lord's camp, and then the Dark Lord sent him to Snape's camp.
In addition, Lucius is in the Ministry of Magic.
Now, Voldemort's side is only supported by her and a small group of people struggling to hold on, and even Voldemort's daily schedule has become slightly inaccurate.
Snape was not a good person.
Whether he joins Voldemort's camp or Dumbledore's camp, he is not of the same mind as them.
"As you probably already know, Wormtail, we have guests."
"I'm not blind, I can see," Peter Pettigrew retorted impatiently.
"So—" Snepra drew out his words.
"So what?" Peter frowned, his voice wary.
"So, you should go and prepare some drinks for us," Snape said slowly.
"I'm not your servant!" Peter retorted angrily.
Watching the two bicker, Bella couldn't help but frown.
"I thought the Dark Lord sent you here to help me."
"Assistance doesn't include serving you tea and water, much less cleaning your room!"
"Wormtail, I didn't expect you to be so eager to take on more dangerous tasks. That's easy, I'll go tell the Dark Lord right now—"
Pettigrew hesitated for a moment, glancing at Bella's expression.
He was about to say something, but Bella glared at him, so he shrank back, turned around, and slipped out through another hidden door.
A few seconds later, a crashing sound came from inside the room:
The sound of heavy footsteps and the clinking of glasses.
Little Pettigrew quickly brought over a bottle of drab wine and three slightly stained glasses.
He placed the tray on the rickety table, then quickly retreated, slamming the door hidden behind the bookshelf shut with a bang.
Snape silently poured three glasses of deep red wine and handed them to the two sisters.
"Thank you," Narcissa said softly.
Bella simply took it without saying a word.
"So, Narcissa, the Dark Lord sent you."
"He wants you to take Harry to the Department of Mysteries to retrieve the prophecy orb for the Dark Lord."
"But the Dark Lord has already assigned me a task."
"What mission?"
He made me—
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