novelcrest Chapter 354 Daphne's Defenses Are Broken
Chapter 354 Daphne's Defenses Are Broken
Chapter 354 Daphne's Defenses Are Broken
Ron looked at Sean with gratitude, then turned his gaze to Filch beside him, a complex expression on his face.
Normally, this administrator always acted as if someone owed him eight hundred Galleons, but today, it was Filch who helped him find the missing Scabbers.
I don't know when it started, but this administrator doesn't seem so annoying anymore.
Ron cleared his throat and spoke somewhat awkwardly, his gaze shifting. "Um... thank you, Mr. Filch." His voice was noticeably restrained, as if he wasn't used to expressing gratitude in front of the other person, and his face was slightly flushed.
Filch's lips twitched slightly, and he muttered under his breath, "Don't let it run around again."
Ron nodded, hugging Scabbers tightly in the cage. "Okay, I'll be careful."
Filch glanced at the students around him, seemingly unwilling to linger any longer, and turned to walk towards the door.
Before leaving, he paused, tilted his head slightly, and spoke in a calm and even tone.
"If you still can't find it next time, come to my place and ask."
Before he finished speaking, he quickly left the lounge.
Sean smiled at the young wizards and followed Filch out.
With Sean and Filch gone, the atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room immediately relaxed, and the students began to whisper among themselves about what had just happened.
Ron looked up at the others, shrugged, and gave a somewhat awkward smile. "Well, it seems Filch isn't always so bad." There was a hint of disbelief in his voice; he was clearly still reeling from what had just happened.
The weekend, the day before the Quidditch match.
An atmosphere of anticipation and tension permeated the entire Hogwarts, with students gathering in small groups in the corridors, discussing the upcoming match.
Meanwhile, Sean, contrary to his usual behavior, did not participate in any discussion. Holding a dark brown suitcase, he walked straight toward the History of Magic classroom.
The suitcase appeared heavy and sturdy, with sharp edges and a tightly fastened clasp. Each time it was jostled, it emitted a soft whisper—a cold, hollow murmur.
The History of Magic classroom was quiet and deserted. The few windows on weekdays made the light dim, and the whole classroom was shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere. Sean gently placed his suitcase on the podium and prepared for what was to come.
At the same time, several figures appeared furtively in the corridor outside the History of Magic classroom.
"Is this... really feasible?"
"certainly."
"Would you like to reconsider?"
"What else is there to consider?"
"I mean..."
"Don't be like a bookworm, always hesitant and timid. You only get one chance. I think you've gone stupid from studying too much."
After saying that, Daphne abruptly broke free from Hermione's hand that was gripping her sleeve, and strode forward.
"You guys just watch from outside, one by one. Sofia, don't forget to secretly take a picture of this scene with your camera."
"OK."
Sofia answered, then carefully took the camera that had been hanging around her neck and placed it in her palm.
An hour before arriving, she took out the film roll to prevent herself from taking pictures of anything she shouldn't have.
Daphne walked quickly to the door of the History of Magic classroom, took a deep breath, and quickly checked her clothes.
She wore the usual wizard robes on the outside, but underneath, she wore a daring and unusual bunny girl bodysuit.
The tight-fitting fabric clung to her figure, clearly outlining her curves and making them stand out.
Despite being covered by her outer robe, Daphne still felt a little uneasy, her face flushed slightly, and she struggled inwardly.
She first learned about this kind of clothing during a chance encounter last semester.
At that time, several Slytherin upperclassmen were secretly passing around a Muggle magazine in the common room. They pointed at the models on a certain page, whispered among themselves, and laughed in a suggestive and exaggerated manner.
Daphne was drawn over and quickly noticed a mannequin dressed in a shiny black bunny girl outfit. The decorations on its ears and tail were strangely charming and made a striking impression on her mind.
However, she never imagined she would wear such clothes, let alone use them as a tool for seduction.
Standing at the classroom door, she unconsciously tightened the hem of her robe with her fingertips, trying to hide her shyness and unease.
Her palms were slightly sweaty; she was both nervous and hesitant, and for a moment, she almost wanted to turn around and leave.
"What am I doing?" Daphne muttered to herself, shaking her head slightly, but then the goal resurfaced in her mind.
Remind her of the necessity of this step.
This is her only chance to expose Sean's disguise. Only by acting boldly can she find out if he is as flawless as he appears.
She had to cast aside all her shyness and take action.
Daphne took a deep breath, trying to ignore the discomfort, forced herself to straighten her back, and a confident expression returned to her face.
She gently tugged at the hem of her outer robe to make sure no trace of her inner lining was visible.
After calming herself down, she went inside.
Daphne took a deep breath, pushed open the door to the History of Magic classroom, and slowly walked in.
The classroom remained dimly lit, and the only sound in the silence was her soft footsteps.
Sean was standing beside the podium, intently flipping through the book in his hands, seemingly unaware of Daphne's arrival.
Yes, it seems so.
The plan involved four people, two of whom were traitors.
Under such favorable conditions, it would be hard for anyone to believe him if he told others that he knew nothing about the plan.
"Professor," Daphne had already walked to Sean's side, leaning lightly against the back of the table and revealing what she thought was a sweet enough smile, "I have some questions I'd like to ask you."
Upon hearing the sound, Sean looked up, turned slightly to the side, and closed the book in his hand.
"Daphne, isn't today the weekend? Shouldn't you be resting?"
"Professor, although it's the weekend, some things have been bothering me, and I feel... I must come to see you in person."
As Daphne spoke, she secretly observed Sean's reaction.
However, Sean seemed oblivious to the implication in his words and replied in a serious tone.
"Of course, Daphne, it's my duty to help you resolve your doubts. What's the problem?"
Daphne gritted her teeth, moved slightly closer, her gaze wandering, and casually adjusted the collar of her robe, revealing a faint outline.
"Professor, I've always wanted to learn more in-depth knowledge. In particular, as such an excellent mentor, could you guide me with some special techniques?"
Daphne's words were deliberately ambiguous, and Sean, instead of giving Daphne the reaction she wanted,...
Instead, he placed the book between the two of them, "unintentionally" obscuring the glimpse of skin revealing Daphne's chest.
"In-depth knowledge? Of course, but what specific aspects? Is it supplementing the history of magic, or practicing spells?"
I will do my best to help you with any problems you have with your studies.
Daphne was slightly taken aback, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, but she quickly rallied and began to cheer herself up in her mind.
It's okay, Daphne, you can do it.
Don't forget what you wore today!
"Actually, I'd like to know more about how you manage to stay calm and self-controlled under pressure. Isn't that mindset incredibly helpful for learning and personal growth?"
Sean nodded slightly, seemingly with some emotion, and said.
"Self-control is indeed a quality that every wizard needs to possess when facing various challenges."
"True growth is not about what kind of magic you can perform, but about whether you can stay true to yourself under any circumstances and not be swayed by external influences."
"Therefore, Daphne, true strength comes from inner stability and self-discipline, not from external vanity or so-called shortcuts."
Daphne gritted her teeth, just about to interrupt him, but then Sean took a breath and continued.
"Many students choose unusual methods to achieve their goals when faced with difficulties."
"But you must understand that true growth lies in accepting challenges and trials, not in trying to take shortcuts. Only in this way can you remain calm and composed when facing powerful opponents or a complex life."
Daphne frowned, her eyes revealing growing impatience and anger. She couldn't help but slightly raise her hand, trying to interject, "Professor, I..."
However, Sean seemed completely oblivious to her actions and continued speaking in the same unchanging tone.
"The learning process at Hogwarts is also a process of shaping your character and forging your mind. Inner steadfastness and self-control are the most important parts of your growth."
"If we only pursue short-term external stimulation, we will ultimately lose more long-term growth opportunities."
"This principle applies to both the wizarding world and the Muggle world."
Daphne felt her anger growing stronger and stronger. She opened her mouth several times as if to say something, but Sean's voice continued calmly and unhurriedly.
"So, Daphne," Sean continued, looking at Daphne with sincere eyes, "if you really want to grow, I suggest you start by adjusting your mindset and learning how to face challenges calmly, instead of seeking those seemingly easy but risky paths."
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Finally, Daphne could no longer bear it. She stomped up to the podium, her face contorted with rage, and practically roared, "Enough! Professor! Who do you think you are lecturing? Do you really think you can lecture me like this?"
"Daphne, I'm not lecturing you, but guiding you and helping you understand the true direction of your growth," Sean said with a soft sigh, his voice earnest.
At that moment, in the corridor outside the classroom, three little heads were quietly pressed against the door, peering into the classroom through the slightly ajar door.
Hermione held her breath, afraid that she might make even the slightest sound and disturb what was happening inside—especially as Professor Phillips patiently guided Daphne, trying to steer this lost "little lamb" back on track.
When she heard Sean's gentle and magnetic voice easily defuse Daphne's probing and then sincerely offer insightful guidance, a warm feeling of gratitude welled up in Hermione's heart.
She felt so reassured—not only because Daphne's scheme had completely failed, but also because of the unwavering moral strength that Professor Sean had demonstrated, a quality she had always admired and trusted.
She knew that Professor Phillips was not the kind of person who could be easily shaken.
Sure enough, her intuition was right. At that moment, she felt her respect for Sean deepen even further.
Hermione cheered inwardly, a barely concealed smile spreading across her face.
As Daphne stood up angrily and roared out of the classroom, Hermione quickly hid on the other side of the door, sighing inwardly.
Daphne's performance left her feeling helpless; clearly, the other woman still had a long way to go in terms of mindset.
She watched Daphne's retreating figure, feeling a mixture of sympathy and disappointment, but mostly a sense of frustration at Daphne's lack of ambition.
Meanwhile, the clock-counting continued in the classroom.
"Professor," Daphne said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "it seems your composure and self-control are indeed impeccable. I thought that when faced with temptation, a person would have some natural reaction. But you—remained completely unmoved, which truly impresses me."
Sean maintained his gentle smile, his tone completely calm. "Daphne, if you're interested in self-control and discipline, I can recommend a few books to help you understand these concepts more deeply. A wizard's power comes from the purity of their heart, not from being easily influenced by external factors."
Daphne chuckled softly, her laughter laced with mockery and disappointment, her eyes flashing with coldness. "How noble, Professor. But I'm curious, is there an element of hypocrisy in this self-control? Or is your consistently displayed integrity merely a mask you wear?"
Sean's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this, but a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes. "Daphne, doubt is part of growing up, but I hope you can focus your energy on genuine learning and growth, rather than trying to find a person's flaws or weaknesses."
Daphne laughed coldly in her anger, saying, "You are truly terrifyingly perfect, Professor." With that, she no longer concealed her disappointment and anger, and suddenly lifted her robe, which drew a clean arc in the air.
Sean was stunned.
Daphne's shapely figure was completely exposed to the air at this moment.
Her full, high breasts and pert buttocks were faintly visible beneath the silver-white bodysuit, and a pair of black stockings wrapped around her thighs and tightened at her ankles.
Two long, beautiful legs were encased in leather boots up to the top of the thighs. The zipper on the boots extended all the way to the top of the thighs, while the thin layer of fabric at the top could barely cover the most private part of the thighs. Any slight movement would reveal all of her private parts.
Is this... a bunny girl?
And if Sean isn't mistaken.
Behind her... there's a tail?