novelcrest Chapter 118 Tonks' Concentration Training
Chapter 118 Tonks' Concentration Training
Chapter 118 Tonks' Concentration Training (Part 1)
British weather is like a capricious drama.
The land was still dominated by the heat of summer, with the sun blazing down and the air thick with the intensity and passion of summer.
However, overnight in September, the weather changed dramatically. The temperature plummeted, as if some mysterious force had instantly banished summer, and autumn had silently taken over the world.
At this moment, Britain seems to have been repainted in a completely new way.
The clouds in the sky grew thicker, no longer as pure white as in summer, but tinged with a deep gray, revealing a sense of tranquility and mystery in late autumn.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, no longer scorching and dazzling, but instead radiating a warm and gentle glow, like an autumn embrace, bringing endless tranquility and comfort.
This weather has put Tonks in a very difficult situation.
And all of this started this morning.
When she woke up, the hour hand of the wall clock in the room had already reached the number eight.
Tonks sat up abruptly, momentarily dazed.
The root of her daze was exactly the same as that of her beloved Phillips—she hadn't gotten up at this hour in a long time.
Even Tonks himself couldn't quite explain why this was happening.
She came up with three relatively reasonable explanations for oversleeping this time.
First, I drank too much last night.
Since she joined the Auror after graduating, she has never touched a drop of alcohol again.
This was entirely due to her concern for her own safety.
After all, she's nowhere near as good as Mad-Eye Moody.
Drinking again after such a long interval is bound to produce some strange consequences.
The consequences of "staying in bed" are within her acceptable range.
The second reason... is somewhat difficult to talk about.
Tonks looked down at his body, which felt cool and sticky.
Perhaps her actions spoke louder than her answer.
As for the third reason, you'll find out as you read on.
In short, she slept well last night and had a very sweet dream.
In her dream, she felt like a free bird, soaring freely among the blue sky and white clouds. The feeling of being free from the constraints of gravity made her feel refreshed, as if the whole world was under her wings.
In her dream, she soared through the clouds, overlooking the earth, taking in all the beautiful scenery of mountains, rivers, cities, and villages.
As the dream deepened, she flew over lush forests, skimmed across shimmering lakes, and even traversed winding canyons; the wind whistled through her feathers, bringing a touch of coolness and an unprecedented sense of freedom.
In this dream, Tonks experienced unprecedented joy and freedom.
She imagined herself flying like this forever, unfettered, exploring every corner of the world.
However, the dream ended.
As the first rays of dawn shone through the window onto her face, Tonks slowly opened her eyes and returned to reality. She looked at the clock, which was pointing to eight, and felt a moment of disorientation.
The third reason for my shame is this beautiful dream I had last night.
That feeling of freedom and lightness still lingered in her heart, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
Without the constraints of a bra and panties... is it really that comfortable?
Tonks was somewhat incredulous.
Before this, she rarely slept naked and almost never took off all her clothes, but yesterday was an exception.
Because she couldn't stand the feeling of friction from wearing only pajamas (deleted).
Tonks walked up to the mirror and looked at his naked self.
She looked somewhat unfamiliar with herself in the mirror, yet incredibly alluring—this was one of the few times she had the chance to see herself naked.
She instinctively held the clouds up with both hands, and they changed shape in her hands.
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It took Tonks quite a while to break free from this state.
Looking at her flushed face and burning body, she subconsciously used a water-related spell to cleanse herself and the mess on the ground.
The skin tone looks much more normal now.
Tonks took out a thin white knit sweater from the closet and put on a brown pleated skirt.
Are you really going out dressed like that...?
She's a little hesitant now.
Standing in front of the mirror, she couldn't help but frown. This outfit was far too thin and light, offering no protection against the chilly autumn winds outside.
This knitwear is made of a very soft and lightweight material. Although it looks very warm, it is actually almost equivalent to a layer of tulle.
With the slightest movement, Tonks could clearly feel her skin being partially revealed beneath the fabric.
As for that brown pleated skirt, it was so thin it was almost transparent; once you moved, you could even see the scenery underneath.
"Hmm...wouldn't it be too...?" Tonks murmured to herself, feeling both nervous and excited for some reason.
Just then, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the window, causing her body to shiver involuntarily.
Tonks casually grabbed a cardigan cape from the side and put it on.
This seems much better; it blocks most of the view, but from a specific perspective...
The beautiful scenery is still clearly visible, and it may even seem more alluring because of this partially concealed style.
Even with the cloak on, Tonks could still clearly feel a cool breeze blowing from there.
"Forget it, since I've already made up my mind, I might as well not worry about it anymore," Tonks thought.
Tonks took a few deep breaths to encourage himself.
"Let's go, let's go outside!" She held her head high, opened the door, and walked out.
As soon as Tonks stepped into the corridor, he felt a chill run through his body.
She couldn't help but hug her arms tightly, trying to ward off the sudden chill.
"Hmm... this weather is unbearable." Tonks muttered, taking long strides towards the library.
Because today is the first day of school, and this is the first class... almost all the young wizards have classes scheduled, so the entire Hogwarts corridor is unusually quiet and empty, with only Tonks' footsteps echoing softly in the corridor.
With each step, Tonks could feel the knitwear clinging tightly to her sensitive areas, outlining her alluring curves; the hem of her skirt swayed gently, occasionally revealing a glimpse of her fair thighs.
She knew all this..., but this unusual exposure made her heart race and her body heat up, as if she were secretly doing something wrong.
Soon, she arrived at the entrance of the library.
"Tonks, you've arrived." It was Mrs. Pines who greeted her. She was busy tidying up the bookshelves and looked up when she heard Tonks' footsteps.
"Ah! Mrs. Ping, I, I came to find... to find some information," Tonks stammered.
Tonks, who had been focusing on her physical changes the whole way, was startled by Mrs. Pince's greeting. Despite the simple greeting, she appeared unusually nervous and sensitive.
Deep within her, a strong sense of unease stirred within her; she felt that the person she was speaking to had already discovered the secret hidden beneath her cloak.
"Do you need my help, Tonks?" Mrs. Pince stopped what she was doing and asked kindly.
"No, no need, thank you. I know... what I need." Tonks forced a smile and hurriedly walked into the bookshelves—she felt safer hiding herself among those towering shelves.
Mrs. Pince watched Tonks's hurriedly turning back, her mind filled with questions.
For some reason, she felt that Tonks seemed different from usual today.
What Mrs. Pince didn't see was that as Tonks walked inside, a gentle breeze blew by.
He lifted her thin cloak and short skirt, revealing everything underneath...