Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Chapter 589 The Christmas Holiday Ends

Chapter 585 The Christmas Holiday Ends

Tonks had a dream last night.

I dreamt that my mother and I were doing some strange things with my senior.

Such a dream kept her from sleeping well all day.

What's wrong with me?

Could it be that—

After dinner that evening, she went to Sean's room.

Looking at Tonks' rosy cheeks, Sean already anticipated what was about to happen.

Another game is about to begin.

Last night he fought two opponents alone, and his body is still a bit exhausted.

It's been a long time since we've had such a fierce war.

Is it happening again?

"Senior—"

Tonks stared into Sean's eyes, a mist forming in them, and his hand was already on Sean's clothes.

Yes, she felt the problem lay in her own needs.

Perhaps—I need something to satisfy my needs.

"Wait a moment--

'

Sean interrupted Tonks abruptly.

Under Tonks's puzzled gaze, he slowly turned his back and took out a bottle of energy potion from his system backpack.

After drinking it all in one gulp, he turned back, looking as if he were ready to die.

come on.

A fierce battle continues to unfold in the small room.

Compared to Bella, who was like a wolf yesterday, dealing with Tonks alone would not be difficult for Sean.

It's even a little too easy.

Two people who look alike fighting at the same time will create a strong visual impact.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

Having experienced last night's battle, Sean wasn't particularly excited about today's fight.

Ugh.

Sean kept telling himself that people should be content.

Then, he used all his skills to make the enemy general, who had come to him willingly, understand his strength.

"Senior, why is the window moving?"

Kneeling on the ground, Tonks asked Sean, who was behind him.

The moment he finished speaking, the window opened unexpectedly, and Tonks saw someone he never expected to be there.

Mother?

Could it be that what happened last night...?

"Forget everything, and all is emptiness!"

Seeing Bella walk through the window, Sean promptly cast a Forgetfulness Spell on Tonks.

Fortunately, I was quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

"Why are you back again? Is Voldemort on Christmas holiday too?"

When Sean asked her a question, Bella simply licked her dry lips.

Sean instantly understood—let's put Voldemort's matter aside for now, and enjoy ourselves first.

The Christmas holiday is very short.

However, when school resumed, most of the young wizards were in a good mood.

They actively responded to Hogwarts' policies:

They moved their parents to a safe place.

However, these people do not include Malfoy.

To be precise, his feelings were very complicated, a mixture of joy and nervousness.

During the Christmas holidays, he received an invitation from Voldemort and met Voldemort in person.

Voldemort himself offered his condolences.

They expressed concern about the mission he was undertaking.

"Draco, you have proven your worth. Your efforts—I have been watching."

Such a simple sentence inexplicably invigorated Malfoy.

Voldemort is watching him!

However, encouragement cannot replace any substantial help.

We still have to face the things that need to be faced.

How can we present Hogwarts to the esteemed Lord Voldemort without losing a single soldier?

Malfoy remembered his only ally—Ginny Weasley.

Perhaps only she can help me.

Although I look down on these people, there will be a time when I have to cooperate with them.

This is what Malfoy learned during his years of study in Slytherin.

During the meal in the Great Hall, Malfoy, who had been stealing glances at Ginny, finally got his wish. In the instant Ginny turned her head by chance, he quickly and frantically winked at her, conveying some kind of secret signal.

Ginny immediately understood what he meant.

However, she was quite surprised that Malfoy had not given up on his plans.

After all, Professor Phillips had already discovered their intentions, so should they continue to insist at this point?

She couldn't quite understand it, but she had to admire it.

In short, it's worth making contact. Perhaps she can redeem herself with Professor Phillips.

So, after dinner, Ginny deliberately walked down a quiet corridor.

Sure enough, Malfoy quietly followed.

However, his mysterious behavior was noticed by some sharp-eyed people.

"Harry, was Malfoy looking this way the whole time?"

Harry put down his pumpkin juice and frowned.

"I saw it too. He barely looked at his plate while eating; his eyes were constantly fixed on Ginny."

"Staring at Ginny?" Ron's expression turned puzzled and embarrassed. "—Could he have a crush on my sister?"

This possibility made Ron lose his appetite.

Ginny has blossomed into a beautiful young woman over the past few years, and many students have taken notice of her.

It's not surprising that Malfoy was attracted to Ginny.

"Maybe he's just observing us, and he's up to something again," Harry could only console Ron.

"But he shouldn't have looked at Ginny at all," Ron muttered, gripping his fork tighter. "If he dares to do anything, I'll..."

Hermione was successfully drawn into their conversation.

Malfoy is looking at Ginny? What the heck?

Compared to Ron, who was easily swayed by concern, based on her understanding of the Malfoys over the past five years, she knew that no matter how beautiful a girl was, he wouldn't treat her differently if she wasn't born into a pure-blood family.

Therefore, the answer is not hard to come out.

Malfoy had something to discuss with Ginny, or rather, he wanted to do something again.

Thinking about this, Hermione found it somewhat unbelievable.

It hasn't been long since that incident, so is Ginny planning something again?

This possibility made her lose her appetite.

I even felt a hint of anger.

She even sacrificed herself for that incident, but Ginny showed no sign of remorse.

This is intolerable!

It was supposed to be a happy and joyful lunch, the first meal after the holiday.

In the end—

There was still a lot of rice left on the plates of all three people.

Everyone was lost in thought, each harboring their own secrets.