novelcrest Chapter 495 Luna's Dance
Chapter 495 Luna's Dance
Chapter 495 Luna's Dance (The End)
Pushing open the bathroom door, a damp and stuffy smell hit me.
Selena locked the door behind her and turned around to be right next to Sean.
"Let me take good care of you," she said.
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After helping Selena satisfy her physical needs, the ball gradually came to an end.
The music in the auditorium gradually became melodious and soothing.
Selena stood next to him, stretched, and said lazily, "Looks like the ball is almost over tonight."
"Yes," Sean replied casually, his gaze lingering on the crowd for a moment before returning to his original position.
The witches had already left, but his night was not yet over.
There's another dance waiting for him.
At the edge of the dance floor, a pink-haired witch was craning her neck and looking this way.
—Tonks.
Her outfit today was more formal than usual, though her gown still had a touch of casualness. A few strands of her short pink hair curled up playfully, but she seemed a little uncomfortable standing by the dance floor, as if she wasn't quite used to such a lively occasion.
Her gaze wandered through the crowd for a while until it finally met Sean's eyes, who had returned to his original appearance.
Sean chuckled and walked towards her.
"What?" He walked up to her, his tone slightly teasing. "Have you been waiting for me long?"
Tonks snorted, put his hands on his hips, and said with feigned displeasure, "Who was waiting for you? I just—I just happened to be standing here."
Sean smiled and extended his hand without any hesitation, palm up, in an inviting gesture.
"In that case, shall we dance?"
Tonks blinked, looked at his face again, and his smile deepened. Finally, he reached out and placed his hand in his palm.
"—Okay." She said softly, a blush rising on her face. "Anyway, it's almost over, so I'll reluctantly dance one last dance with you."
Sean smiled slightly and took her hand as they walked onto the dance floor.
Many students looked at them with envy—
"Wow, the professor is such a good dancer too!"
"Who is that pink-haired witch? Which house is she from?" asked a Beauxbatons student who was unaware of the situation.
"Fool, she's Professor Tonks. She went back to school as Professor Phillips's teaching assistant right after graduation, and then became a professor in her second semester."
"Damn it, why is the professor able to dance with so many beautiful witches?"
"He's Sean Phillips, what do you think?"
Whispers rose and fell around them, and many people stared intently at them, especially a few witches who lamented with regret that they had missed a chance to dance one last time with the professor.
Tonks noticed the gazes around him, shrugged uncomfortably, and muttered under his breath, "Uh—why does it feel like they're all staring at us?"
Sean chuckled and said in a low voice, "That's because they don't have a dance partner like you."
Tonks' ears turned slightly red, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, forcing a relaxed smile as he said, "Hmph, of course, I'm not just anyone—"
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Before she could finish speaking, Sean suddenly tightened his grip on her palm, spinning her around so that her skirt traced a graceful arc in the air. The light shone on her face, making her eyes even brighter.
In an instant, all eyes on the dance floor were drawn to them, and many students couldn't help but let out small gasps of amazement.
"That's amazing!"
"The professor's dance moves are so perfect!"
"Professor Tonks actually dances that well?"
"The two of them are such a perfect match!"
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As the music ended, scattered applause filled the auditorium, marking the official conclusion of the last dance of the ball.
Tonks breathed a soft sigh of relief and looked up at Sean: "How was it? Are you satisfied, senior?"
Sean smiled slightly, released her hand, and nodded politely to her: "Very well, Miss Tonks."
Tonks couldn't help but laugh, and was about to say something, but before she could speak, Dumbledore had already walked slowly up to the high platform at the front of the Great Hall, raised his hands, and signaled everyone to be quiet.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I imagine you all had a wonderful night."
The students applauded enthusiastically, and some even cheered with lingering excitement.
"But it's getting late, and it's time for us to end this unforgettable ball," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I hope your dancing tonight won't affect your studies and training tomorrow—though I personally have my doubts."
A soft laugh rang out in the auditorium.
As Dumbledore finished speaking, the lights in the Great Hall brightened slightly, the fairy light slowly went out, and was replaced by ordinary candlelight. The students in the center of the dance floor began to disperse, walking in twos and threes toward the exit of the Great Hall.
The ball ended, and everyone dispersed.
Sean followed the flow of people back to his office.
Admittedly, this was probably the most tiring dance party he had ever attended.
only-
He paused slightly as he pushed open the office door.
On the sofa, a figure dressed in a light blue dress sat quietly with her legs together, holding a teacup in her hands, and her long silver earrings swaying slightly in the candlelight.
Luna Lovegood.
She still had that dreamy and ethereal expression, her long golden hair falling softly over her shoulders, making her look like a silver owl quietly perched on a branch.
"Miss Luna Lovegood, would you do me the honor of dancing one last dance?"
Luna's eyes lit up. She gently placed the teacup on the table and unhesitatingly put her hand into his palm.
"Of course," she said softly.
Under the candlelight, in the deep of night, a dance without music quietly unfolds.
For some reason, the gown gradually came off as the dance began.
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After Luna left, the room returned to peace.
Sean opened the system, and the familiar interface appeared before his eyes.
[Task Completed]
And what he cared about most was already lying peacefully in his palm.
One eternal doppelganger stone.
"Finally got it."
The value of this item is self-evident.
According to the system's description, the Eternal Clone Stone can not only create a magical clone with some of the original's abilities, but also allow the clone to act independently, greatly reducing the risk of the original being exposed.
In his upcoming plans, this will become one of his most important bargaining chips.
According to the system instructions, with a soft murmur, the Eternal Clone Stone suddenly emitted a dark purple light, and the halo slowly spread.
Immediately afterwards, black light surged from the surface of the stone, twisting and spinning in mid-air, and quickly condensed into a human shape!
In just a few seconds, a figure that looked exactly like Sean stood in front of him.
It splits into two parts and takes shape.
"interesting----"
Sean looked at the other "self" in front of him.
The clone was identical in appearance to the original, with the same black hair, identical clothing, and even the same expression, as if looking in a mirror. But there were subtle differences—his eyes were slightly empty, like a perfect vessel waiting to be given a soul.
Sean raised his hand, and his clone made the same movement with precision and fluidity, without the slightest hesitation.
In the following tests—
Like an excited child, he tirelessly tried all sorts of possibilities, even letting his imagination run wild and figuring out some strange and unusual uses.
"It seems—the results are even better than expected."
The clone is not merely a copy of the original's appearance; it can also share a certain degree of consciousness and carry out tasks assigned by the original.
The clone is not merely a copy of the original's appearance; it can also share a certain degree of consciousness and carry out tasks assigned by the original.
This is the perfect stand-in.
Thinking of this, Sean's fingertips twitched slightly, and the clone's eyes instantly changed from dull to lively, as if it had truly "come alive".
"Do you know your mission?" Sean asked in a low voice.
The clone smiled slightly, the curve of his lips exactly the same as his, and said in a steady tone, "Of course, Professor."
Sean nodded in satisfaction.
Night had fallen, and it was already dark at Hogwarts.
On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up late.
The ball last night lasted until late, and with the lavish dinner, lively dancing, and the aftermath of all the prank candies, Hogwarts was unusually quiet in the early morning.
Even the ghosts, who are usually early risers, seemed less noisy than usual.
In the Gryffindor common room, the embers in the fireplace still emitted a faint warmth, and on the sofa remained a few candy wrappers and a crooked Santa hat left behind when people were chatting there last night.
Harry rolled over half-asleep, realizing that daylight was streaming in through the curtains, but he still didn't feel much of a desire to get up.
Ron lay on his pillow, snoring steadily. The ball had left him exhausted, and his secondhand gown, left by Percy, lay carelessly tossed on the side of the bed, looking all crumpled.
Hermione was one of the few early adopters. She sat in a corner of the lounge wearing a thick sweater, holding a book and a cup of hot cocoa, flipping through the latest issue of Quibbles.
She didn't know when, but she had come to like this strange magazine.
The situation was similar in the Slytherin common room.
Pansy Parkinson stared at her messy curly hair as she sat on the sofa, yawning lazily. Something that happened last night had left her in a bad mood.
Daphne was quieter than usual, her eyes still carrying some of the complex emotions left over from last night, but she didn't say anything, just calmly drank her warm pumpkin juice.
Malfoy sat on the edge of the bed, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, seemingly pondering something important. His two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, unusually weren't around him, but were fast asleep in the dormitory.
At dawn, a biting wind swept across the Black Lake, and the lake was shrouded in a thin layer of mist.
Sean stood by the lake, his gaze sweeping across the thin ice covering the surface, feeling the biting chill of the morning seep through the fabric, carrying away the lingering weariness of the previous night.
Not long after—
He began to take off his outer robe, unbuttoned the cuffs, revealing his muscular arms.
Exercise is an essential daily habit.
In this world where magic reigns supreme, most wizards tend to neglect physical training, believing that magic can solve all problems. However, Sean always insists that while powerful magic is important, the body is also a weapon.
In fact, this realization came to Sean yesterday.
He was exhausted, truly exhausted. Even though his body had been treated with the magic potion, he still felt tired.
This is why he started exercising in the morning.
The first step in morning exercise is, of course, fitness.
Sean slowly moved his wrists and shoulders, and his body gradually warmed up. Then he began a series of high-intensity physical training exercises.
Squats, push-ups, pull-ups —
However, just as his clothes were soaked with sweat, Sean suddenly did something unexpected.
Without hesitation, he strode towards the Black Lake, and then, with a sudden leap, he plunged into the water—
The icy lake water instantly enveloped him, like a wet, cold net that tightened tightly, stripping him of all his body heat.
A drastic temperature difference could cause an ordinary person to lose consciousness instantly, but Sean only frowned slightly.
Does morning exercise include swimming?
Of course not.
Sean's goal is clear—to find the location of the mermaid village in preparation for the second event of the Triwizard Tournament.
In the second event of the Triwizard Tournament, Xu Yao's warriors had to dive to the bottom of the lake within a limited time to rescue the "hostages" guarded by the lake monster and mermaids.
For ordinary wizards, underwater combat is far more difficult than land combat.
Breathing problems, limited visibility, threats from deep-sea creatures, the attitude of mermaids, and the complex terrain of the lake bottom—each one is an obstacle.
These are problems that even adult wizards struggle to handle, let alone young wizards who are still in school.
So, Sean's purpose in coming here was naturally twofold: first, to leave an Easter egg for the lovely witch, and second, to tamper with the second project.
After casting a Bubble Head Spell, Sean propelled himself rapidly underwater.
A pitch-black underwater world slowly unfolded before his eyes.
Patches of aquatic plants swayed on the lakebed, like a slowly wriggling forest. The rocks were jagged, and occasionally a few large, gray-black fish swam through the crevices, seemingly wary of this sudden intruder.
As Sean swam, he flicked his wrist slightly, releasing a weak detection spell.
The magic subtly unfolded in the water, spreading like invisible ripples deeper into the lake.
In fact, Sean had been here a few years ago.
He was still studying at Hogwarts at that time.
When writing about mermaids in a novel, who can resist their curiosity and not want to find out for themselves?
The result did not disappoint the young boy.
He successfully found mermaids—which is not surprising—During his later round-the-world trip, Sean found mermaid habitats in many places, as these creatures are found all over the world.
Mermaids, as creatures that are half-human and half-fish, have a variety of appearances, just like humans.
Take the Black Lake mermaid tribe as an example; most of them have green hair, yellow eyes, gray skin, and gray tails.
Apart from her tail, mermaids are no different from humans in every other way.
Of course, just as Asians are yellow, Europeans are white, and Africans are black, mermaids look different in different regions.
Take Sean's last example.
After his first encounter with mermaids at the Black Lake, he passed through Scotland full of confidence, hoping to find the local fish-men to connect with—but they looked like monsters.
The appearance can probably be compared to that of the Alien.
Thus, Sean came to the conclusion that mermaids are more beautiful in warmer waters.
During his recollection, Sean keenly sensed that his magic was slightly distorted in a certain direction. It was a powerful magical crystal, hidden among the flowing water, which would be difficult to detect without a sufficiently sensitive perception.
"—So, the mermaid village is over there."
It's no wonder Sean got a little lost.
After so many years, who can remember how to navigate underwater in Black Lake?
After adjusting his course, Sean quietly swam towards that deep, dark area—
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