bacchusnovels Chapter 97 If you haven't witnessed the light
Chapter 97 If you haven't witnessed the light
Rita slowly lowered her body, her heart a turbulent sea, in complete chaos.
However, even amidst such chaos, she did not give up completely—years of experience had left a deep imprint on her character, enabling her to maintain basic rationality when facing difficulties.
She was analyzing the current situation, looking for a possible breakthrough.
First of all, there is still room for negotiation on this matter.
Otherwise, the one standing here facing him shouldn't be Sean, but those disgusting Dementors.
Secondly, he must have something that Sean needs or something of value to him.
Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have gone to such lengths to sneak into my office and take these ledgers.
Finally, and this is the most important point.
You need to be clear about your own position; you currently have no bargaining chips.
This is a fact that I cannot avoid.
If you accidentally anger Sean, you might face the risk of being sent to Azkaban, while he might go unscathed.
Therefore, after considering these three points, Rita easily made her own judgment.
She believes Sean wants...
Rita slowly removed her wizard's robes, revealing a tight-fitting dress that clung to her beautiful body. Then, she ripped off the buttons of the dress. (See other stills of the actress playing Rita below.)
"Here you go." Rita reluctantly handed over the button she had been clutching in her hand.
"This is...?" Sean looked at Rita with a puzzled expression.
Rita took a deep breath, slowly shifted her gaze from the button, and looked up at Sean. "The key to Gringotts contains all my savings from the past few years, 3 Galleons."
Sean shook his head. "That's not what I want."
Rita blushed, as if she had thought of some unsavory scene. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly leaned forward and bent down, trying to unbutton Sean's trousers under his puzzled gaze.
Seeing this, Sean quickly took a step back, looking at her with suspicion and uncertainty: "What do you want to do?"
Rita stopped moving, looked up at Sean, a hint of confusion in her eyes, "I...I thought..."
Her voice grew softer and softer until finally only awkward silence remained in the room.
For this self-proclaimed elite woman and outstanding writer, this intellectual journalist, to do what she just did was not as easy as it seemed.
Clearly, she went through a period of inner struggle that no one could tell about...
However, just like Sean said to Bella before.
Not everyone can receive his "reward".
He leaned closer to Rita, whispered something in her ear.
Rita nodded occasionally as she listened, a strange light flickering in her eyes...
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(P.S.: A side story set in a parallel world is omitted.)
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Since Rita left, Sean has moved back to his home at 19 Privet Road.
While Hogwarts is great, it's still not very convenient for practicing dark magic.
He couldn't freely play any fun little games with his most loyal servant, Bella, here either.
Moreover, Sean misses his washing machine at home...
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On this day, another argument broke out at the breakfast table at No. 4 Ligustrum Road.
Before the morning sun had completely dispelled the chill of the night, Mr. Vernon Dursley was awakened by eerie cries coming from his nephew Harry's room.
"This is the third time this week!" he roared angrily across the dining table, his voice filled with impatience. "If you can't control that owl, then get rid of it forever!"
Harry tried to explain again, his voice filled with helplessness: "It's just too stuffy. It's used to flying outside. If I could let it fly out for some fresh air at night..."
"Do you take me for an idiot?" Uncle Vernon's roar interrupted Harry, a strand of fried egg hanging from his thick beard, swaying slightly with his movement. "I know very well the consequences of letting an owl roam freely!"
He and his wife, Penny, exchanged a warning look, as if warning Harry not to push their boundaries any further.
However, before Harry could finish speaking, he was drowned out by a loud burp from his cousin Dudley.
Dali lazily stretched out his hand: "I also want some cured meat."
Aunt Penny immediately responded indulgently, "There's plenty in the frying pan, my darling."
Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at her son, her voice filled with doting affection and worry, "We need to fatten you up quickly... The school food sounds unsettling..."
Uncle Vernon retorted, "Nonsense! I was never hungry when I was in Smetine."
He turned to Dudley, his face beaming with pride. "You've eaten well enough, haven't you, son?"
Dudley's obese body nearly collapsed the chair. He turned to face Harry with a disdainful smile: "Hand me the frying pan."
However, Harry's response surprised everyone: "You forgot to say the spell."
These words were like a bombshell, exploding instantly at the dinner table.
Dudley gasped in shock, falling off the chair with a loud thud that seemed to shake the kitchen walls.
Mrs. Dursley screamed and quickly covered her mouth with her hand; Uncle Vernon was even more furious, jumping up and glaring at Harry, veins bulging on his temples.
"I meant 'please'!" Harry quickly explained, but his voice still held a hint of defiance. "That's not what I meant—"
"Didn't I tell you?" Uncle Vernon roared, spitting as he spoke. "Those words are absolutely forbidden in this house!"
"But--"
"How dare you threaten Dudley!" Uncle Vernon's roar shook the entire room. "I warned you! I will never allow you to mention your 'special abilities' in this house!"
Harry lowered his head, his voice filled with resignation: "Fine... fine..."
Uncle Vernon sat down again, panting heavily, like a weary rhinoceros.
His shrewd little eyes were fixed on Harry, as if warning him not to do anything provocative again.
Since Harry came home for summer vacation, he has been unhappy every day.
As soon as he got home, his Uncle Vernon locked his spellbook, wand, robe, cauldron, and Nimbus 2000, the most advanced flying broomstick, in the small, dark storage room under the stairs.
He missed Hogwarts so much that his internal organs ached.
He missed the castle, the secret passages and the ghosts, his classes (perhaps except Snape's), the letters carried by owls, the wizard killings in the common room, the banquets in the Great Hall, the four-poster bed in his dormitory, the little cabin by the Forbidden Forest and Hagrid, the gamekeeper, and most of all, Quidditch—
In short, even his birthday was spent in this stifling environment.
If he had never seen the light, that would be one thing...
Harry came out through the back door after finishing breakfast.
The weather outside was sunny and bright. He walked across the lawn, plopped down on a garden bench, and began to sing in a low voice, "Happy birthday to me... happy birthday to me..."
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