bacchusnovels Chapter 592 Your face tells a story
Chapter 592 Your face tells a story
Chapter 588 Your face tells a story
Ginny learned of Malfoy's plan.
The other party placed a cabinet in both Knockturn Alley and the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.
This cabinet can achieve the same effect as Floo powder.
To transport people or objects back and forth.
This completely bypasses Hogwarts' defenses, allowing Voldemort and his Death Eaters to enter Hogwarts.
Ginny was shocked when she heard about the plan.
Because this plan is sufficiently covert and feasible:
The cabinet is placed in the Room of Requirement, so ordinary people would never find it. Once the cabinet is repaired, Voldemort and the Death Eaters will arrive and launch a raid on Hogwarts. Hogwarts might really fall!
But how should I tell Professor Phillips about this?
Having made an unbreakable vow, he simply could not tell a third person about this.
Perhaps Professor Phillips had already foreseen that such an oath would be made?
But in any case, the plan is complete.
Just in case, Ginny felt it necessary to tell Professor Phillips about this in another way.
But just the thought of it caused uncontrollable pain in my arm.
"Ginny, are you alright?" Ron asked with concern.
When I came back from lunch at the auditorium today, Ginny was sitting on the sofa and she seemed a little off.
Could it be that the upcoming O.W.Ls exam is too stressful?
"Don't be nervous, exams are just a small part of life — to be honest, I almost went crazy back then. I didn't even dare to look at the Transfiguration textbook; Professor McGonagall's eyes were scarier than Dementors'."
Ginny forced a smile but didn't say anything.
Days passed by, and Ginny spent much of that time accompanying Malfoy to the House of Requirement.
At first, all the birds that were teleported over were dead.
Now the dead bird has gradually become a half-dead bird.
This means the cabinet is gradually being repaired, and when the bird arrives safely, the plan can proceed.
She doesn't have much time left.
During this time, nothing strange happened at Hogwarts.
Everything remains the same.
Every day, I go to class, eat, play Quidditch, and play other games.
The same applies to Sean.
Every day, I spend time with Tonks during and after class.
This kind of life may be ordinary, but it is fulfilling.
That day, he was sitting in his office grading students' exam papers.
Many young wizards who have just enrolled in the "Muggle Studies" elective course can confuse telephones with hair dryers, and some even mistake televisions for "glowing magic picture frames".
People can't help but laugh.
Nine years of compulsory education is an inescapable duty.
After knocking on the door and receiving Sean's permission, a small head timidly peeked in through the doorway.
It's Ginny.
These days, she comes over every few days.
It was clear she wanted to say something to him, but she just couldn't get the words out.
Sean knew exactly what Ginny was going to say, because everyone at Borginburgh was his.
Even the person who repairs the cabinets is his.
He still doesn't know what happened?
It's just that I find it amusing to see Ginny's hesitant expression every time; it's a kind of perverse pleasure.
"Professor, I—I—"
"Speak slowly, Miss Weasley."
Sean thoughtfully poured Ginny a cup of honey lemon black tea.
Even after finishing her honey lemon tea, Ginny still hadn't said what she wanted to say.
So Sean poured another glass.
Ginny downed it all in one go.
After finishing the drink, his face flushed, he kept trying to think of something, but couldn't get the words out.
If I drink any more, I'll probably start to feel the urge to urinate.
"Don't worry, Miss Weasley, I know what you're trying to say." Sean was too embarrassed to tease Ginny anymore.
Ginny was overjoyed: "Really? Professor! Do you really know what I'm going to say?"
Sean looked Ginny up and down until she became a little shy, then shook his head and nodded: "Maybe—probably, who knows? If you're talking about what Malfoy is going to do, I know roughly, but if you're talking about something else, I don't know."
"Something else?" Ginny paused for a moment.
What else couldn't she tell Professor Phillips? She hadn't signed any other oath.
Could it be that—
Some unspoken words inappropriately surfaced in my mind.
Now, I really need to pee.
Before leaving, Ginny double-checked.
"Professor, do you really know what I'm trying to say?"
“Although you didn’t say it—” Sean pointed to the mirror next to him, indicating, “Miss Weasley, your face already tells a story.”
About a week later.
The cabinet is finally fixed.
Looking at the lively birds in the cupboard, Malfoy felt a sense of redemption, as if he had gotten them effortlessly.
The next step is to contact the Dark Lord.
After thinking about it, he wrote a letter to his father and a letter to his mother that night.
My dearest father, I report to you that the cabinet has been fully repaired and is functioning perfectly. I have personally conducted numerous tests, and everything is as expected. It is now ready for teleportation; you may inform that lord and his followers to prepare.
This was no easy feat, but I accomplished it. No one has suspected anything—at least not so far.
I will continue to monitor the situation in case anyone notices anything. But rest assured, I will make you and your family proud.
Your loyal son, Draco, and dear mother, please don't worry about me. I'm fine, really. Things are going according to plan, and everything is almost done. Just one last step.
I know you've always worried about me, but this time—please believe me. I will do it, and then you will be proud of me—even if only for a moment.
I had no choice, but I will make it all meaningful.
Take care, and wait for me to come home.
"Your loving son," Draco's two letters evoked different feelings in the two men.