Hogwarts: The Witch Education Handbook

Tonks stumbled through the dense forest, each step taken with utmost care.

She didn't know how long she had been walking; maybe an hour, maybe two.

When she was exhausted and could no longer hear the sounds behind her, she began to look around, her sharp eyes searching among the trees, trying to find a cave where she could hide and heal her wounds.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a cliff face partially obscured by vines and leaves.

As she approached, she discovered a cave entrance faintly visible below the cliff face, cleverly concealed by dense vegetation.

Tonks carefully parted the branches and leaves obscuring the entrance to the cave, revealing an opening large enough for one person to pass through.

She bent down and carefully observed the interior of the cave. The cave was dark and deep, but she could vaguely see stalactites and draperies on the cave walls. These natural decorations made the cave seem safer.

She took a deep breath and decided to enter the cave. Before entering, she looked around again to make sure she wasn't being followed or discovered.

Then, she quietly slipped into the cave, trying to avoid touching the vines and leaves at the entrance so as not to leave any obvious traces.

Upon entering the cave, she felt a cool breeze. As she walked further in, she discovered that the interior of the cave was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside.

She found a relatively flat and dry place to heal her wounds.

Before treating the wound, she carefully examined the surrounding environment to ensure there were no potential threats.

Then, she began to use her magic to slowly heal her wounds, but it seemed that the effect was weak, merely stopping the wounds from getting worse.

This is normal. Sometimes the effects of magic are not as powerful as imagined. If a healing spell could cure all injuries, what would be the point of St. Mungo's Hospital?

Just when Tonks was at a loss, she heard faint footsteps coming from the cave entrance.

Could they be pursuers?

Tonks' heart tightened, and his wound throbbed with pain from the tension.

She endured the excruciating pain, raised her wand, and slowly made her way to the cave entrance. When she reached the corner of the cave, she raised her wand again, ready for battle.

thump.

thump.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, and the other person's heavy breathing was particularly noticeable in the empty cave. Each footstep felt like a hammer blow to her heart, making her nerves extremely tense.

What should I do?

Perhaps the pain distracted Tonks, or perhaps it was due to his lack of experience.

She wasn't as calm as she had imagined; instead, a jumble of thoughts kept surging through her mind.

In my current state, am I really capable of facing the enemy?

If... I get caught by them, what will happen...?

Tonks glanced down at her large chest and the beautiful curves of her body that came from years of fitness training.

She'd heard from other Aurors in her department about how those people treated female Aurors...

At the thought of this, Tonks' hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

Perhaps, before they catch me, ending my own life is... the only way... to preserve my innocence...

Amidst her internal struggle, Tonks closed her eyes and slowly moved the tip of her wand toward herself. Just as she gritted her teeth, preparing to... she heard a very familiar voice.

"Tonks, my junior."

Tonks looked up and saw a handsome wizard standing in front of her, holding a wand for lighting, looking at her with concern.

Who is it...?

She felt like she had seen him before.

It took Tonks quite a while to match the person in front of him with the Sean in his memory.

The last time she saw Sean was in the Hufflepuff common room in their second year, before Sean had graduated.

In recent years, she has learned about her senior's whereabouts through magazines such as The Daily Prophet.

However, the senior looks somewhat different in person from the photos in these magazines... he seems to be much more handsome than in the photos.

"Phi... Lips... senior?" Tonks asked uncertainly.

Then she shook her head, trying to dispel these unrealistic fantasies from her mind.

How is that possible?

She had clearly heard recently that Phillips had been appointed as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, so how could he possibly be in this desolate wilderness now?

It must be my own hallucination!

When Tonks shook his head until the image of the male wizard in front of him appeared slightly blurred, he was surprised to find that Sean's face had not changed at all.

Sean had no idea what his junior was thinking. He only saw her shaking her head like a rattle-drum, looking a little silly... no, cute and silly.

This is quite different from the decisive Auror in the original story, but it's understandable, since the other party has only graduated a few months ago.

"What's wrong, Junior Tonks?" Sean quickly asked, trying to stop her pointless behavior.

Tonks remained unresponsive to his words, still standing there dumbfounded.

Is it not an illusion?

Could it be... a compound decoction?

But why is the other person transforming into Senior Phillips?

That doesn't seem very realistic.

If he wanted to extract information, he could have easily transformed into the group of Aurors who fought alongside her, instead of becoming the senior she had only met a few times.

So what exactly happened?

...

"Professor Quirrell recently visited Albania to conduct related research," Sean explained to the lovely woman in front of him.

"He told me that something seemed off about this place."

"My new book has just finished, and I happen to be short of material for my next book, so I came here to gather material."

"I didn't expect to see it just now..."

Seemingly afraid that his words would remind Tonks of the unpleasant memories from earlier, Sean quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let me treat you."

As he spoke, Sean took out a recovery scroll that he had already redeemed from the cheat device from his backpack. He secretly used it when Tonks wasn't paying attention, and then pretended to wave his wand, putting on the illusion of healing her with magic.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I feel better."

Tonks was amazed to feel that his wounds were healing rapidly, without even leaving a scar.

She was filled with gratitude; he truly deserved to be called the experienced senior Sean.

"I learned a massage technique from a mysterious ancient Eastern country. When combined with treatments and herbs, it has miraculous effects. Why don't you give it a try?"

Thinking of his Auror companions outside who might still be fighting, and knowing he needed to recover from his injuries as soon as possible to leave without implicating Senior Sean, Tonks nodded heavily and said decisively, "Okay!"

...

The cave was completely dark.

The two of them tacitly avoided mentioning the lighting issue.

Tonks slowly removed his wizard's robes, leaving him in only black and white...

Sean was somewhat stunned as he stared at Tonks's ketone body in front of him.

He hadn't expected the other person's figure, hidden beneath the wizard's robes, to be so outstanding.

Tonks's rounded belly was covered by black clothing, revealing her entire lower abdomen and her well-defined abs.

And with her long, shapely legs, Sean didn't know how many wizards with such wild fantasies as him could be crushed to death.

Looking up, one could see that her plump, soft flesh was tightly bound by a white cloth, with two red marks clearly visible on it, making one feel an irresistible urge to reach out and wipe away the marks.

Sean involuntarily swallowed.

"Senior, what's wrong?" Tonks' soft, sweet voice came from under Sean.

Hearing Tonks' reminder, Sean snapped out of his shock and quickly said, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about which part to start with."

Then, with a touch of shyness, he placed both hands on Tonks's snow-white back.

To be honest, Sean was a little nervous. This was his first time giving a massage, especially since the person he was massaging was a female student who was five years younger than him.

Sean first gently placed his hands on Tonks' shoulders and performed acupressure massage to help Tonks relax his meridians.

"Junior, is this pressure okay?"

"It's a bit small."

Upon hearing this, Sean increased the pressure of his hands, moving from the shoulders to the neck, back, waist, and then to the buttocks and thighs.

Despite being in complete darkness, Sean could still feel that Tonks' skin was incredibly smooth and had a wonderful, irresistible feel to it.

This may also be related to the fact that Tonks had just graduated and hadn't undergone several months of Auror training.

Are you cold?

"It's not cold." Tonks shook his head.

At this moment, she was not cold at all.

As Sean's large hands roamed over her body, she felt an indescribable heat emanating from within.

The intense heat made her somewhat disoriented.

Even...

After performing the initial massage, Sean poured some of the herbal juice he had brought with him onto his hands, rubbed it together, and then applied it evenly to Tonks's beautiful back.

Knead back and forth on the bare back and waist.

Tonks felt a comfortable warmth gradually spreading through his body.

Sean's hands seemed to possess a magical power, gently kneading her back and waist, each touch bringing her immense relaxation and pleasure.

The smooth and firm skin made Sean secretly admire it.

Whenever his palm passed under his armpit and inadvertently touched the outer edge of a certain area, he could always feel its heavy weight.

As Sean's hand continued to move downwards, Tonks felt a strange tremor rising within his body.

She couldn't help but tremble slightly, but Sean didn't seem to notice her unease and continued to focus on the massage.

A strange feeling welled up in Tonks' heart; she felt both excited and nervous.

She knew that these feelings shouldn't arise at such a special time, but she couldn't control her heartbeat.

She silently told herself to calm down and not disturb her senior while he was healing her.

However, as Sean's palm moved lower and lower, Tonks felt his heart beating faster and faster.

She tried hard to stay calm, but a strange feeling burned in her heart like wildfire, making it impossible for her to extricate herself.

Just then, Sean suddenly stopped what he was doing.

"What's wrong?" Tonks asked, looking lost and dejected.

"Junior, it's time to turn things around."

Tonks felt a little embarrassed at this point, but if they stopped halfway, wouldn't all the effort his senior had put into healing him be wasted?

Tonks kept repeating to himself that this was just healing, just healing, before slowly turning over.

The thought of her entire body being stared at by her beloved senior made Tonks' cheeks flush slightly, like peach blossoms in early spring, looking charming in the darkness.

This time, Sean massaged from the bottom up.

While Sean was applying the medicine, he didn't notice how beautiful Tonks' feet were.

The toes are well-proportioned and long, the soles are soft and supple, as if covered with a layer of delicate silk; a gentle touch cannot help but make one...

If these feet were to wear... friction...

Sean couldn't imagine what that tasted like.

Continue upstream.

Sean carefully applied the essential oil to Tonks' thighs.

To ensure that every inch of his skin was thoroughly soaked in the herbs, his fingers gently glided over Tonks' skin, bringing him waves of comfort and pleasure.

Next is the inner thigh root area.

So comfortable.

Tonks forced herself not to make a sound. Normally, her body couldn't handle this level of massage and would usually tense up in resistance.

Strangely, Sean's technique made her feel no urge to resist; instead, it gradually lowered her defenses, and she began to actively respond.

But... thankfully it was all dark...

The senior student probably couldn't see her current predicament.

It feels so good.

But I'm also very tired.

"Junior?" When Sean called out to Tonks again, he was surprised to find that Tonks was asleep.

Maybe I was just too tired.

He looked at his hands, which were slightly damp from the herbal juice, and then at Tonks' flat stomach.

Should we continue?

But Tonks was already asleep.

That's not a good idea.

However, the special mission mentioned in the cheat program, which involves checking the body, should be a full check-up, right?

That area is naturally included as well.

Forget it... I'll just close my eyes and continue... He's a highly respected professor, after all.

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