Chapter 20
The girl's body twitched uncontrollably on the ground, her mouth opening and closing in vain, emitting broken, hoarse screams distorted by electricity.
"You... bastard!
You, you... bastard!"
Jerry's gaze turned completely cold, even the last trace of playfulness vanishing without a trace.
He ignored her curses, merely looking down at her from above, as if admiring a toy he had personally disassembled.
He raised his wand, pointed it at Catherine's body, and with an almost contemptuous gesture, casually waved it.
"Rip!"
Accompanied by the harsh sound of fabric being violently torn, Catherine's Wizard robe and all her intimate apparel instantly turned into countless flying fragments, scattering into the dirty puddles.
Completely naked.
The girl's young, firm body, still bearing red marks from the electrical burns, was thus exposed without any cover, humiliatingly, to the cold air and dim yellow light of Snake Alley.
Her snow peaks trembled involuntarily under the stimulation of the electricity, and her tender nipples stood slightly erect in the wind.
Jerry bent down, his fingers, cold to the touch, mercilessly pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes, which now held no warmth whatsoever.
Then, his free hand slowly moved downwards, his fingertips, with an almost playful gentleness, touched one of her full snow peaks.
The warm touch formed a strong contrast with the numbing coldness brought by the electricity within her body.
His thumb slowly rubbed her tender and elastic bud, kneading the already firm bud with a somewhat rough force.
Catherine's body arched due to humiliation and the lingering electrical stimulation; her snow peaks were roughly kneaded by him, and an unprecedented electric sensation, mixed with pain and a strange itchiness, surged from her chest throughout her body.
She wanted to struggle, to scream, but her body was completely out of control, only able to let the electricity flow through her and the cold hand play with her at will.
"Now, smile, say cheese!"
Jerry's cold and calm voice echoed in her ears like a spell.
His free left hand once again raised the black snapshot stone.
A faint blue light flickered in the night, like a cold eye, constantly capturing Catherine's distorted face and her body, which was being wantonly played with and completely stripped bare.
"Click... click..."
The sound of the shutter was exceptionally clear in the quiet alley, each click like the tolling of Catherine's dignity.
An uncontrollable gush of warmth suddenly surged from deep within her body, instantly drenching the skin of her inner thighs.
The warm liquid snaked down her fair thighs, mixing with the cold puddles in the alley and spreading out.
A faint, pungent odor began to subtly permeate the air.
She watched helplessly as her body completely lost control before Jerry, watching the wet marks spread beneath her. That feeling of helplessness and utter deprivation of dignity pierced her heart more deeply than any electrical burn.
"Click." The faint blue light flashed again, precisely capturing her soaked thighs and her played-with breasts.
"Very beautiful."
He pinched the other nipple again, lightly scraping it with his fingernail, feeling the small bud grow harder under the stimulation, as if even the electricity couldn't completely numb the most sensitive nerves.
"Click."
Another blue light.
"Don't look at me with that kind of gaze."
Jerry's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable command.
"You should thank me.
After all, perhaps soon you won't even have the value of being photographed."
The last few words, like a cold blade, sliced directly through Catherine's heart.
The extreme calm in his tone, infused with icy intent, made her feel a chill to the bone more than any curse.
Jerry's gaze was no longer the playful amusement of a hunter, but a pure, poisoned killing intent.
What it meant to be hit by Avada Kedavra.
It was something every Wizard knew, and even if his mind had become erratic due to various magical experiments, he would still be abnormally terrified by the green glow of Avada Kedavra.
Catherine's body still twitched uncontrollably on the ground, the humiliation of her recent incontinence not yet faded.
At this moment, the true fear of death overwhelmed her like a tide.
She didn't have a second Resurrection Rune, she didn't!
The value of such runes, each one could buy half of Diagon Alley.
If Jerry truly wished it, she would die, utterly and completely, right here, in this cold alley, under the perverted play of this young man.
Catherine's pupils dilated with extreme terror, her face pale, even the red marks from the electrical burns seemed less noticeable.
She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but only broken, dying animal-like whimpers could escape her throat.
Physiological trembling made every inch of her skin shrink, and even the snow peaks roughly kneaded by Jerrybecame more sensitive due to her owner's fear; each touch felt like being branded with a hot iron.
He looked at Catherine's body, stiff with fear, at her wet inner thighs, and a playful arc curved at the corner of his mouth.
"Only now do you remember to be afraid?"
He asked in a low voice, with a cruel pleasure, "Weren't you very happy using the Avada Kedavra curse just now?"
His fingers, with a punitive force, suddenly squeezed her snow peak; Catherine's body arched sharply, letting out a short, suppressed moan.
A tingling sensation mixed with pain rushed from her chest to her brain, leaving her mind blank.
"Click."
The snapshot stone once again glowed with a faint blue light, permanently capturing her face, now filled with fear and humiliation, and her snow peak, distorted by his squeeze.
Catherine's body trembled slightly on the ground, tears overflowing from the corners of her tightly closed eyes like a burst dam, instantly wetting her pale cheeks.
She struggled to open her mouth, a broken, tearful whimper escaping her throat, as if she wanted to say something, but was completely blocked by the paralysis of her body and the fear in her heart.
She tried to raise her hand, but could only make her fingers twitch imperceptibly.
"I... I'm sorry..."
She finally squeezed out two vague words from her throat, her voice so weak it was almost inaudible, filled with strong sobs and pleading.
Jerry's brow furrowed imperceptibly, clearly annoyed by her weak display.
Jerry bent down, his free hand suddenly reaching out with an irresistible roughness, directly stuffing it into Catherine's half-open mouth, which was agape from crying.
Several fingers directly pried open her teeth and entered her oral cavity.
Her warm, moist tongue tip was instantly pressed down by his rough fingers, pressing against her sensitive soft palate, preventing her from making any complete sounds.
Her breathing became rapid from the violation, and
Jerry's thumb, with a playful malice, slowly probed deep inside her mouth, feeling the soft flesh of her tongue and the smoothness of her inner cheek.
He pressed hard deep inside her mouth, with a command and a hint of threat: "Tell me your name, don't think about lying to me."
Catherine's body trembled violently, the foreign sensation deep in her mouth and the rough touch of Jerry's thumb tensed all her nerves.
Tears streamed down her face, her voice, filled with extreme grievance and fear, squeezed out indistinctly between Jerry's fingers: "Ca... Catherine Milan... I'm, I'm sorry..."
Her tongue tip, trembling with fear, instinctively and ingratiatingly, with a warm wetness, lightly licked Jerry's fingers.
A submissive yet somewhat desperate action, attempting to quell the cold anger in his eyes.
Her mouth was warm and moist, completely enveloping Jerry's thumb, the soft flesh of her tongue rubbing against it with an instinctive submission.
Jerry's eyes moved imperceptibly, his fingertips feeling that almost fawning, slick sensation, but his expression remained cold.
He was about to say something more when he heard a faint "tap, tap" sound from deep within the alley.
Those were footsteps, and more than one, approaching from a distance.
Jerry's gaze suddenly sharpened.
He no longer lingered in the warmth deep within Catherine's mouth, and abruptly pulled his fingers out.
Catherine's body stiffened, her mouth feeling empty without the filling, and saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth, leaving wet marks on her chin.
"Now, you belong to me."
Jerry said in a low, undeniable tone. He didn't even give Catherine a chance to retort, bending down directly, one hand clasping her still twitching waist, the other arm around her soft neck.
He failed to lift her on the first try.
Jerry then remembered that his disguise had been broken.
He had reverted to his eleven-year-old self.
Jerry directly cast a Strength spell on himself.
Only then did he successfully lift Catherine from the ground.
Catherine's body was pressed tightly against his cold body temperature; her bare skin, already trembling in the cold wind, was now stimulated by Jerry's small but firm embrace, eliciting a different kind of tingling.
Her snow peaks were pressed against Jerry's chest, her two firm nipples rubbing against Jerry's clothes through her skin, creating an unspeakable stimulation.
She could clearly feel the strength from his arms, and that undeniable control.
The surrounding light instantly twisted, and a dizzying sensation of compression filled her ears. With a familiar "pop," the two disappeared from the dirty alley.
The next second, Catherine felt a wave of dizziness.
Before she could adapt to the scene before her, a fragrance, distinctly different from the alley and carrying a faint magical aura, filled her nostrils.
"Thud!"
She was roughly thrown onto the cold marble floor by Jerry.
Above was a towering arched dome, around her were faintly glowing stone walls, and outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was a pitch-black wilderness.
"Black Feather Castle welcomes you, Ms. Catherine Milan."
"Now you might have to think about what value you still have, such that you can leave here alive..."
Chapter 11: A Wizard with Maids (Hands on Hips!)
In the great hall of Black Feather Castle, on the cold marble floor, Catherine curled into a ball, her naked body trembling slightly in the chill.
Her lips moved, and broken, weak sounds echoed in the vast hall: "Don't kill me... don't kill me..."
Jerry slowly walked back to Catherine, his eyes as calm as a frozen lake, without a ripple.
He took out a few items from his robe and casually tossed them in front of Catherine.
A black magic collar, adorned with ancient runes, emitting a faint, eerie glow.
A smooth, small, round purple object, with two protruding spheres at the top and a thin wire trailing from its end.
And a neatly folded, ink-black rubber suit with an eerie sheen.
The three items lay abruptly on the cold floor before her eyes.
Then, Jerry took out a dagger from his robe; its cold blade cut an arc through the air and plunged directly into the marble floor beside Catherine's feet, its hilt still trembling slightly.
"I need a maid."
Jerry's voice was cold and steady, devoid of emotion, "Or you can kill yourself.
I will scatter your ashes into the sea.
No need to thank me, the Castle toilet leads directly to the sea."
Catherine's pupils constricted sharply as she stared stiffly at the objects on the ground.
The tip of the dagger pointed at her, carrying the coldness of death.
Her gaze darted between the collar, the egg-shaped object, and the rubber suit, finally settling on the sharp blade.
The threat of death, and these objects symbolizing utter submission and humiliation, plunged her mind into chaos.
Her body trembled even more violently, her teeth chattering, making faint clicking sounds.
Catherine's hands shook like leaves in the wind as she reached out, her fingertips touching the cold magic collar.
The metallic touch made her shiver.
She hung her head, her long blonde hair covering most of her face, revealing only her tightly bitten lower lip and the bulging veins on the side of her neck from fear.
Her fingers fumbled clumsily with the collar's clasp, failing to fasten it smoothly several times.
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That uncooperative trembling made every attempt of hers full of humiliation.
Finally, with a soft 'click', the black collar tightened around her slender neck, its cold touch instantly reminding her of her current status and situation.
Subsequently, her hand reached out trembling towards that small Purple Mood.
The smooth rubber material, carrying a hint of chill, rubbed uneasily against her fingertips.
Catherine's cheeks flushed with an unnatural crimson; she could feel Jerry's cold gaze fixed on her the entire time.
She held the Purple Mood in her hand, her knuckles turning white from excessive force.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if making a monumental decision.
Then, with a sense of self-abandoning determination, her hand slowly reached towards her lower body.
Her body stiffened with shame.
However, in the end, the smooth object was inserted bit by bit into her moist and tight valley.
The cold sensation of the foreign object made her body shudder violently, a physiological tremor traveling from the inner side of her thighs all the way to her spine.
Her fingertips were still stained with the moisture secreted from deep within her body, along with the cold touch of the Purple Mood.
Catherine opened her eyes, her eye sockets red and swollen, her cheeks burning.
She lowered her head again, not daring to meet Jerry's eyes, her whole person collapsing limply onto the floor as if her skeleton had been removed.
The black collar tightened around her fair neck, while deep within her body, the forced-in purple toy remained hidden.
At this moment, she was like a beast stripped of all its fangs and claws, left with nothing but humiliation and numbness.
Jerry's lips curled up imperceptibly, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Very good."
He said softly, the voice sounding like a verdict, yet also like a reward.
And in Jerry's mind, cold text appeared silently:
"[Side Quest 1: The Prelude to Taming the Little Wildcat]... Completed."
"Reward issued: Family Prestige Points +20, Galleons +200, [Charm (Basic)] experience has been injected."
Jerry's gaze fell on Catherine, who was sitting cowering on the floor, her body twitching slightly from the experience just now.
He took a step forward, pulled her up from the floor, led her through the dimly lit corridor, and opened the door to a bedroom.
The interior of the room was extremely luxurious, with soft carpets and an ornate four-poster bed, forming a sharp contrast to her current naked and humble situation.
"Go get cleaned up."
Jerry pushed her in, his voice devoid of inflection, "Put this on, then come find me in the kitchen."
After saying this, he turned and left, his footsteps gradually fading away in the corridor.
Not long after, a sticky "creak, creak" sound came from the corridor.
Catherine's figure appeared at the kitchen doorway. That ink-black rubber suit tightly wrapped around every inch of her skin, mercilessly binding and squeezing her body curves.
Her full chest was pressed into an alluring arc, the curves of her buttocks clearly outlined; with every step she took, those two plump, soft cheeks swayed slightly under the rubber wrapping.
More conspicuously, below her lower abdomen, a thin white antenna protruded from the seam of the rubber suit, swaying gently as she walked.
Jerry was leaning against the kitchen counter, glancing at the wall clock.
It's been almost half an hour.
His eyebrows flickered slightly, and he waved his hand.
A wave of magic spread out.
The purple object deep inside Catherine's body instantly began to operate at a frantic frequency.
"Ah... Ugh!"
A tuneless wail squeezed from Catherine's throat, her legs went weak, and she collapsed forward onto her knees, her hands bracing against the cold floor.
Her waist arched uncontrollably, her lower abdomen and leg muscles spasmed in waves, and her body under the rubber suit took on a strangely twisted posture.
The high-frequency buzzing sound emitted from within her body, muffled by the tight rubber suit, sounded exceptionally clear.
A stream of warm liquid surged from deep within her thighs, winding down along the inside of the rubber suit clinging to her legs, pooling into a small puddle of transparent liquid on the floor.
Jerry watched Catherine kneeling on the floor, her body still twitching slightly, the puddle of liquid on the floor appearing particularly striking.
He walked over, looked down at her from above, and said in a flat tone, "It took too long. You need to learn your lesson; the next punishment won't be so simple."
He paid her no more mind and walked straight to the kitchen counter, serving several dishes of Chinese cuisine emitting exotic aromas onto the dining table.
The steaming hot food formed a sharp contrast with the icy atmosphere in the kitchen.
"Come over, sit down and eat," he commanded.
Catherine braced against the floor and struggled to stand up. The rubber suit restricted her joints, making a "creak" sound with every movement, and the stickiness between her legs made walking difficult. She shuffled to the dining table and sat down stiffly on the chair opposite Jerry.
Jerry handed her a pair of chopsticks and began to eat in a leisurely manner.
Catherine picked up the chopsticks but didn't know how to start.
Jerry watched her struggle with the chopsticks for a long time without managing to pick up a piece of tofu, and clicked his tongue.
He took a roll of parchment from his pocket and threw it casually onto the table; the parchment unfolded automatically.
It was filled with dense clauses written in quaint ink.
"This is a contract."
Jerry put down his chopsticks and looked at her, "I need a maid. Besides daily cleaning of the Castle, there are some additional terms. For example, in the summer you must accompany me in the bath, and in the winter you must accompany me in bed to warm the covers..." He paused, then added, "Additionally, you must take an oath: if any of the contract's contents or information about me is leaked, your soul will belong to me forever."
Catherine's gaze fell on the parchment, her pupils contracted, and her hand holding the chopsticks stopped in mid-air.
A look of hesitation appeared on her face.
Jerry noticed her hesitation and a cold sneer curled the corner of his mouth.
He moved his fingers slightly, and magic surged out again.
"Ugh!"
The Purple Mood inside Catherine vibrated once again at a more violent frequency.
Her lower abdomen tightened uncontrollably again, and she slid off the chair, her legs subconsciously coming together, trying to squeeze, but that only made the vibration deep inside her body more distinct.
Under the creaking rubber suit, one could see the muscles at the base of her thighs twitching slightly, and more liquid seeped out from the gaps in the rubber suit, flowing down the inside of her thighs.
While she was unable to resist due to the sudden stimulation, Jerry had already walked up to her.
He took out a strangely shaped silicone gag; the front end was shaped like an artificial male phallus.
Jerry pinched her chin, forcing her to look up.
The silicone gag with flesh-colored protrusions was forced open by him without any gentleness and shoved into her mouth.
Catherine's lips were forced open to their limit, saliva flowing down along the edge of the silicone.
The artificial phallus pressed against the root of her tongue, preventing her from making any sound, and she could only emit "woo-woo" sobs from her throat.
Catherine was tortured by both the gag and the Purple Mood inside her, tears uncontrollably seeping from the corners of her eyes.
Jerry looked at Catherine, who was kneeling on the ground and completely toyed with, and asked in a flat tone, "Now, have you decided how to choose?"
At this moment, Catherine was kneeling humiliatingly on the cold floor.
The ink-black rubber suit clung to every inch of her warm skin, revealing the curves of her body without reservation.
Her chest was pressed high, and her buttocks appeared even rounder and more perky due to the kneeling posture. On her body, which kept spasming due to the operation of the foreign object inside, that strangely shaped gag appeared particularly conspicuous.
The artificial phallus stretched her lips open, pushing them high, making her beautiful face shape slightly distorted.
Saliva mixed with tears slid down the corners of her mouth, which were stretched to the limit, dripping onto the black rubber, and then sliding down the rubber onto the floor.
She sobbed, looking at Jerry with those blue eyes soaked in tears, every twitch of her body like a silent plea.
Her only reaction was to extend her hand that was still somewhat free, point to the parchment on the table, and then nod with all her might.
Jerry pushed the parchment and a quill to her.
Catherine dragged her constantly spasming body, leaving a wet trail on the floor, and crawled to the table. She used all her strength to support her upper body, picked up the pen, and signed her name crookedly at the end of that humiliating contract.
The moment she finished the last stroke, the parchment instantly turned into countless golden points of light, like a swarm of dancing fireflies.
Part of the light points went straight into Jerry's chest, while the other small part burrowed into Catherine's smooth forehead, leaving a faint, almost invisible rune mark, and then disappeared.
Jerry nodded with satisfaction. He deactivated the Purple Mood.
He casually took out a heavy money pouch from his pocket and threw it beside Catherine; the Galleons clinked with a crisp "jingle" sound.
"This is your salary for this month."
Jerry's voice betrayed no emotion, "I am going to Hogwartsto attend school soon, and you also have to go back to class. Your monthly salary will be paid, but you must be on call at all times; do you hear me?"
Catherine was still immersed in the aftershocks of her body having just calmed down, her breathing rapid, and her reaction was a beat slow.
Jerry raised an eyebrow.
A numb electric sensation burst out from deep within Catherine's lower abdomen without warning, instantly spreading through her whole body.
Her body arched backward violently, like a caught shrimp, and the muscles under the rubber suit contracted uncontrollably.
At the same time, the gag in her mouth immediately expanded, filling her oral cavity even more, and the artificial phallus pressed deeply into her throat, giving her a sense of oppression that was nearly suffocating.
"Ugh... Ugh!"
She nodded desperately, the pleading and fear in her eyes almost overflowing.
Jerry then waved his hand, letting the thing in her mouth and the electric current in her body return to normal.
Jerry looked at her submissive appearance and pointed his chin towards the dining table.
"Eat now!"
The order carried no emotion, just as if he were commanding an object.
Catherine whimpered, her body still kneeling on the floor twitching slightly from the aftershocks that had just subsided.
She braced her weak arms, dragged her body tightly wrapped in the rubber suit, leaving a faint wet trail on the floor, and struggled to shuffle back to the chair.
With every movement, the rubber on her body made a "creak, creak" sound, an embarrassing friction noise.
She sat back down on the chair.
She raised her rubber-wrapped hand and reached behind her head somewhat clumsily, untying the strap of the gag.
As the artificial phallus was slowly pulled out of her mouth, a sticky, glistening thread of saliva was drawn out from the corner of her red and swollen lips, connecting her lips to the wet and slippery silicone tip.
The thread of saliva was stretched thin in the air, finally breaking, and a small drop of transparent liquid dripped onto the rubber suit on her chest, revealing her lips, which were stretched somewhat red and swollen, and unbearably moist.
Catherine's jaw ached, and her lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, unable to close completely.
She carefully placed the gag, still stained with her own saliva, on the side of the table, fearing to cause Jerry any displeasure.
Then, she picked up the pair of chopsticks that were somewhat unfamiliar to her.
Catherine's body, due to the aftershocks of the climax, made her fingers very unstable; she tried several times before picking up a piece of meat coated in sauce.
When she opened her mouth, she could feel the lingering soreness in her jaw and inside her mouth from being stretched open.
She put the piece of meat into her mouth, and the temperature and aroma of the food instantly filled her mouth.
But she could barely taste anything, just chewing mechanically, her throat uncomfortable from the earlier oppression, making the act of swallowing difficult.
"Not tasty?"
Jerry looked at her like this and asked again in a flat tone, "Not tasty?"
This question was like an invisible whip, making Catherine's body flinch.
She still had food in her mouth and immediately shook her head desperately.
Because the movement was too rushed, her neck made a subtle friction sound inside the tight rubber suit.
She swallowed the food in her mouth with effort, the soreness in her throat almost making her choke, but she still answered eagerly, her voice carrying a hint of hoarseness and ingratiation:
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"No... no, it's delicious, very delicious."
Jerry looked at her submissive appearance, almost blurting out the answer, and nodded in satisfaction.
He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and stood up.
"Wash the plates after you're done."
He pointed to the tableware on the table, then looked around the dark corridor outside the kitchen: "You can familiarize yourself with the Castle; there are no rooms you cannot enter."
He paused, his gaze falling back on Catherine, his tone carrying a hint of warning.
"However, it's best not to rummage through the books in the study."
He added, his tone as casual as if discussing the weather: "Looking at them too much will drive you mad."
While Catherine was forced to submissively pick up the tableware, Jerry had already turned and walked toward another bathroom deep within the high tower.
The bathtub there was more spacious than the one in Catherine's room, its inner walls lined with dark green marble, and various magic jewelry hung on the surrounding walls—necklaces embedded with colorful gemstones, shimmering rings, and some ancient-looking amulets.
As he stepped inside, warm steam rose automatically. Enveloped in the mist, those magic items reflected a kaleidoscopic luster, adding a touch of singular beauty to the entire space.
Jerry shed his clothes and stepped into the bathtub, his body submerged in the warm water.
The current gently wrapped around every inch of his skin, a feeling of warmth and relaxation spreading from the inside out.
Jerry closed his eyes and gradually entered a meditative state.
His thoughts were like sinking into the deep sea, isolating the noise and bustle of the outside world.
It had been eleven years since he came to this world.
Aside from the first few months, he had enjoyed a brief period of parental affection.
Then followed several years of living with that woman called "Aunt," which constituted all his memories before the age of four.
Since then, Jerry had lived almost entirely alone in this ancient Black Feather Castle.
This massive fortress once had hundreds of servants bustling within, with the number of House-elves alone exceeding twenty.
Now, only one maid remained, and he had just recruited her.
Thinking of Catherine, Jerry's thoughts returned to the kitchen just now.
Actually, the moment he brought her into the Castle, Jerry's first thought was to silence her.
This "little kitten" was indeed very beautiful, possessing a proud figure and delicate skin, without even a single freckle on her face, as pure as porcelain.
But that didn't stop Jerry from making the coldest judgment.
However, on second thought, she was also a Wizardapprentice from Slytherin House; in a way, she could be considered his "senior."
In the future at Hogwarts, perhaps she could provide him with some help.
This thought made Jerry temporarily abandon the plan to silence her.
Anyway, as long as that contract was signed, Catherine's life and death would be at his whim.
Having one more maid to clean up was no big deal; it would also bring some life to the Castle.
While these thoughts were swirling, a few faint and hesitant knocks came from the carved wooden door of the bathroom.
Immediately after, Catherine's weak and slightly trembling voice came from outside the door. She seemed to be organizing her words, carrying an unspeakable constraint and unease:
"Mas... Master... do you... do you need me to do anything..."
Jerry, eyes closed and half-floating in the water, heard the voice, and a barely perceptible curve hooked at the corner of his mouth.
"Come in."
He responded softly, his voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the hot, humid air of the bathroom.
The door creaked open, and Catherine, wearing that dark black rubber suit, exuding rising moisture and the unique scent of leather, walked in slowly.
That thin white antenna still hung down from below her lower abdomen, swaying slightly as she walked, reminding her of the unresolved restraint within her body.
Her face still bore some flush from bathing, but her gaze remained lowered, not daring to look directly at Jerryimmersed in the bathtub.
"Come here and help me scrub my back."
Jerry commanded. He turned around, revealing his thin back, letting water droplets slide down along his smooth muscle lines.
Catherine's body stiffened for a moment, but she still quickly and submissively walked to the side of the bathtub.
She picked up a soft towel from the nearby rack, and after wetting it, she began to wipe Jerry's back with cautious movements.
Her fingertips would occasionally touch his skin—a firmness and warmth between a boy and a young man, giving her a hint of strange and subtle shivering.
Catherine's gaze unconsciously fell toward the body submerged in the water, the boy she had originally thought was slender.
However, when her gaze touched beneath the water's surface, she suddenly froze.
Beneath the layers of ripples and rising steam, an unbelievable, massive presence loomed in the warm water.
That was not at all what an eleven-year-old boy should look like; it was as thick as an adult's arm.
Her movements instantly stagnated; the towel slipped from her hand, but she reflexively caught it.
A thought uncontrollably surged into her mind, something about some videotapes she had seen. As an adolescent girl, even though she was a Wizard apprentice, she still had a natural curiosity about certain things.
But now, compared to the scene looming under the ripples before her, the images in her memory seemed... laughable and childish.
The actors in those videotapes, compared to Jerry's irrational giant object, were simply like an underdeveloped child's toy.
This absurd comparison caused her brain to stall for a moment.
"Hmm?"
"What are you looking at?"
Chapter 12: So You Have a Weakness Too, Little Master! (Maid with hands on hips!)
The underground training ground of Black Feather Castlehad walls made of massive obsidian, cold and hard, capable of absorbing most out-of-control magic impacts.
Jerry stood leisurely at one end of the training ground, while Catherine stood more than twenty meters away from him.
She was still wearing that dark black rubber suit. In a setting that required large movements, the sense of restraint and the sound of friction brought by these clothes were magnified several times.
Holding her wand, she looked at Jerry with a complex expression.
"Attack me with the spell you're best at."
Jerry's voice echoed in the empty training ground: "Let me see what kind of level a senior from Lestrin truly has."
Catherine took a deep breath and raised her wand.
As she raised her arm, the tight rubber suit outlined the curves of her upper body to the fullest.
Her full breasts were tightly compressed and pushed up by the garment, forming a breathtaking curve that trembled slightly with the rise and fall of her breath.
"Stupefy!" she cried out softly, her wrist flicking hard.
A red beam of light shot from the tip of her wand, heading straight for Jerry.
To give the strike more power, her body instinctively leaned forward, her waist twisting.
This movement made her perky buttocks protrude backward, the two rounded mounds of flesh tightly wrapped in rubber tensing into an alluring curve, even producing a slight wobble due to the exertion.
Jerry didn't even raise his wand; with just a casual wave of his hand, an invisible barrier formed in front of him. The red light crashed into the barrier and vanished silently.
After the failed strike, a faint blush rose on Catherine's cheeks.
Refusing to believe it, she waved her wand again, her movements faster and broader this time.
She stepped forward, lowering her body, and her wand thrust upward from a tricky angle.
"Impedimenta!"
Along with the spell, her whole person almost formed a fully drawn bow.
The fullness of her chest was squeezed and swayed within the rubber suit due to her body leaning forward and the swinging of her arms, while her protruding buttocks, under the restraint of the tight clothing, displayed their rounded, perky shape without reservation.
The light shone on the smooth rubber, reflecting a greasy luster, making those two mounds of soft flesh, which constantly changed shape with her movements, even more eye-catching.
Watching Catherine's futile attacks, Jerry smiled.
He casually cast a Shielding Charm on himself. A layer of milky-white halo instantly enveloped him like a form-fitting, flowing suit of armor, the halo rising and falling slightly with his breath.
"I'll give you a chance." Jerry's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the training ground. "As long as you can break this spell, you won't have to wear these clothes anymore before school starts.
If you don't break it..."
He didn't finish, but his playful gaze had already explained everything. "Then prepare to wear a mask all the way until school starts."
This bet made Catherine's breath hitch.
Whether it was temporary freedom or deeper humiliation depended entirely on her next performance.
She had no choice.
"Impedimenta!"
She shouted the spell again, but this time, her movements carried a hint of desperate determination.
To gather strength, Catherine pressed her body even lower, her right leg kicking back a step.
This posture caused her buttocks to be pushed up high, the tight rubber suit binding those two mounds of plump flesh even tighter, the gap in between squeezed until it was almost invisible.
As the spell was released, her waist twisted forcefully, driving her entire buttocks to carve a highly carnal arc in the air. The friction of the rubber produced a "creak" sound, as if groaning.
The red light hit Jerry's Shielding Charm, only creating a ripple before dissipating.
"Is that all the power you have?" Jerry's voice carried a hint of mockery.
Catherine's cheeks turned bright red. She waved her wand again, a series of spells quickly falling from her mouth.
"Stupefy! Petrificus Totalus!"
Catherine's movements became faster and more urgent.
Every time she swung her arm, it caused those two full mounds of soft flesh on her chest to shake violently under the pressure of the rubber suit; their shapes were squeezed, distorted, and then quickly bounced back, the staggering weight felt even through the rubber.
Catherine constantly changed her steps and posture, sometimes turning sideways, sometimes lunging forward. With every exertion, her encased buttocks tensed behind her, their rounded contours shining under the light reflected from the obsidian walls as if coated in oil.
Soon, a thin layer of sweat seeped from her skin, making the rubber suit fit even tighter to her body and becoming more slippery.
Catherine could feel that with every movement, the rubber on the inside of her thighs rubbed stickily, making faint and shameful creaking sounds.
Catherine's breathing became increasingly rapid, her chest rising and falling faster and faster, but no matter how hard she tried, those spells were like stones sinking into the ocean, unable to shake the thin halo on Jerry's body in the slightest.
"Use some strength. Think about when you used Avada Kedavra before."
"I don't keep useless people around me. Your Merlin isn't here..."
The consumption of magic and the futile attacks made Catherine's body increasingly hot. Sweat almost soaked the inner layer of the rubber suit, making every movement accompanied by a sticky and slippery friction.
"Expelliarmus!"
Catherine let out a scream—no longer a standard dueling incantation, but one carrying desperate ruthlessness.
She gave up the long-distance confrontation and pounced toward Jerry like a female leopard.
Her idea was simple: as long as she could get close, using the impact of her body to disrupt his rhythm, perhaps she could find a chance.
During her forward charge, those youthful breasts, tightly wrapped in rubber and appearing exceptionally full, bounced and swayed wildly on her chest due to the intense running, forming dizzying waves of flesh.
However, Jerry just nonchalantly slid a step to the side as she rushed in front of him.
Catherine's impact missed, her body staggering forward due to the immense inertia.
At the moment she and Jerry crossed paths, a palm with irresistible force accurately slapped her perky, rounded buttocks.
"Smack!"
The crisp sound echoed in the empty training ground.
That palm brought not only a sound but also a squeeze.
Through a layer of slippery rubber, Jerry's fingers sank into her plump buttock flesh, grabbing a handful wantonly.
The astonishing elasticity and soft touch caused Catherine's body to shudder as if struck by lightning, her legs going weak, nearly making her kneel directly on the ground.
A sense of humiliation rushed to her head.
She He suddenly turned around, her wand pointing at Jerry, the tip already glowing with red light.
But Jerry was faster than her. He stepped forward, instantly closing into her embrace.
Catherine only felt a blur before her eyes, and that hand which had just violated her buttocks had already climbed onto the fullness of her chest.
Chapter 23
"Ugh!"
She let out a muffled groan.
Jerry's small hand unceremoniously covered her left snow peak, fingers splayed, gripping and kneading forcefully.
The huge soft flesh was squeezed out of shape in his palm, some even overflowing between his fingers.
Through a thin layer of latex, he could clearly feel the astonishing weight and softness.
Catherine's attack spell was thus stuck in her throat, her body stiff from the sudden invasion.
Jerry, however, seemed to have found an interesting toy. His other hand also covered her right ample breast, and both hands applied force simultaneously, playing with the two huge masses of soft flesh on her chest as if they were spoils of war.
Jerry seemed to have grown tired of playing.
He released his grip, took a step back, and looked at the "maid" who was trembling slightly from shame and panting.
He casually waved his hand.
"Levitation Charm."
He didn't even use the standard incantation. An almost invisible ripple of magic struck Catherine.
Her body instantly lost its weight, floating uncontrollably into the air, her limbs flailing weakly, like a puppet on strings. The tight latex suit, stretched by gravity, accentuated every curve of her body to the extreme.
Jerry flicked his wrist lightly.
Catherine's body flew horizontally like a stone launched by a trebuchet, crashing heavily onto the ground at the other end of the training ground.
"Bang!"
A dull thud, the sound of flesh colliding with stone.
Catherine landed on her side first, then rolled and slid seven or eight meters across the smooth obsidian floor.
During this process, the two huge burdens on Catherine's chest became the most obvious victims.
With each roll and impact, they slapped heavily against the ground, flattening, then bouncing back violently due to their immense elasticity, shaking wildly within the latex suit.
Her buttocks suffered the same treatment; each collision with the ground caused the two rounded, soft masses to violently undulate and slap.
Finally, Catherine lay face down in a humiliating posture, limbs splayed, her body twitching uncontrollably from the intense pain and the impact.
The black latex, now covered in dust, clung tightly to her undulating body, outlining a scene of complete defeat.
Jerry slowly walked over to Catherine, the sound of his leather shoes on the obsidian floor exceptionally clear in the empty training ground.
He stopped beside her head, looking down at the woman lying on the ground, her body curves exposed.
Looking up from Catherine's prone position, she could only see Jerry's slender calves.
Further up was his face, still bearing a touch of youthful innocence, even beautiful.
However, it was this frail body of an eleven-year-old boy that brought her a mountain-like sense of oppression.
This huge contrast made her feel a dizzying absurdity.
Jerry shook his head, letting out a soft sigh. His voice was clear, not yet entirely free of childishness, but the words he spoke were cold, devoid of any warmth.
"I'm starting to doubt the teaching quality of Hogwarts."
He looked down at Catherine, as if examining a flawed tool, "If a seventh-year student like you is considered an outstanding student at Hogwarts, then it's hard to imagine how you'll resist when Lord Voldemort returns."
He lightly nudged Catherine's waist with the tip of his shoe, a touch that made her body flinch.
"Casting spells requires shouting out the incantation beforehand. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were putting on a ridiculous magic show on a stage."
His tone was full of mockery, "You lost.
Starting today, put on your mask except when eating, and reflect carefully on what mistakes you made in the battle just now."
Upon hearing the word "mask," Catherine's body twitched slightly, and a suppressed whimper escaped her throat.
Jerry seemed not to notice her reaction, continuing in that flat, childlike voice to utter words that chilled her to the bone.
"Tomorrow, if you still cannot break this spell on me, which is even more fragile than a potato chip!"
He knelt down, leaned close to her ear, his warm breath caressing her earlobe: "I'll place a cute little gift in your butt... in your ass."
That threat, delivered in a boy's clear voice, pierced Catherine's nerve endings like an ice pick.
She lay motionless on the ground, but her body reacted subtly to his light words. After a long while, she managed to raise her head, looking up at the slender boy squatting before her.
Fear, humiliation, and a vast, incomprehensible confusion intertwined, causing her to ask a question in a weak, hoarse voice:
"Are you really only... eleven years old?"
It was no wonder she would ask that.
In her mind, the fleeting glimpse in the bathroom still echoed.
That enormous root of flesh, almost thicker than an adult man's arm, faintly visible in the warm steam, its unnatural grandeur formed the most bizarre contrast with the childish face before her.
Coupled with the magical strength he had just displayed, enough to easily crush a seventh-year student like her... all of this made her question whether the being before her was truly just a boy.
Hearing her question, Jerry grinned.
It was a pure, unadulterated smile on his handsome face, yet it sent a shiver down Catherine's spine.
Jerry didn't answer but stood up, providing an answer through his actions.
The moment he unzipped, the enormous object, long constrained by his tight pants, eagerly broke free.
It didn't slide out slowly, but sprang forward with a brute, almost living force.
Catherine didn't even have time to react, only feeling a warm, heavy sensation on one side of her cheek.
The massive column of flesh had slapped directly onto her face.
The glans at the tip brushed against her nose, while the shaft pressed firmly against her cheek.
A warm, vibrant, fleshy sensation, mixed with the faint scent of skin and hormones unique to a boy, instantly enveloped her.
This was completely different from the cold, stiff silicone feel of the gag earlier.
This was alive, warm, and subtly pulsating against her cheek.
She froze, even forgetting to breathe.
The sight before her was dominated by this huge column of flesh, which almost blocked half of her vision.
She could clearly see the bulging veins on it, and feel the delicate yet resilient texture of the skin.
That absurd thought now became incredibly real and terrifying.
This was not the mold from the gag in the mask.
The object on the gag was merely a cold, lifeless replica.
What was pressed against her face now was the living prototype, possessing terrifying power.
The warm, resilient touch clung tightly to Catherine's cheek, its subtle pulsation constantly reminding her that this was a living thing, belonging to a boy.
Her rationality screamed in denial, trying to attribute it all to some profound Transfiguration or a cruel magic prank.
But the sensory impact was so direct, so undeniable.
In a chaotic swirl of thoughts, an almost instinctive action to confirm reality occurred.
Catherine's tongue uncontrollably darted out from between her lips, with a barely perceptible hesitation, tentatively licking the thick shaft.
The moist surface of her tongue touched the warm skin, and a faint salty-fishy taste, mixed with the unique scent of a boy, instantly spread across her taste buds.
This taste and touch completely shattered the last shred of hope in her heart.
This was not an illusion.
This was real.
And just as she completed this confirmatory action.
Catherine clearly felt Jerry's body tense uncontrollably.
An extremely suppressed groan, somewhere between a boy and a man, escaped from deep within his throat.
Catherine was stunned.
She just licked it, hadn't even started any action, and his reaction was so intense?
A crazy and bold thought, like a flash of lightning, cut through her confused mind.
Catherine tentatively, clumsily scraped her tongue across it again.
"Hmm!"
This time, Jerry's reaction was even more obvious.
His slender body trembled violently, and his hands instinctively clenched into fists, as if he was trying desperately to restrain something.
The enormous object in her mouth also began to pulsate with a more intense rhythm.
Catherine finally discovered it!
This boy, powerful and unfathomable like a demon king, had a body that possessed a fatal sensitivity appropriate to his age!
He simply couldn't control such intense stimulation!
Found it!
Found his weakness!
Jerry could feel the warm, wet touch on his body, and he saw Catherine's eyes, completely unfocused as she confirmed the truth.
As if to cover something up, he moved his waist again, letting the enormous object lightly brush against her tender cheek, then slowly straightened up.
"Now!"
He whispered in her ear in his still clear boyish voice, "Do you still think I'm a child, Senior?"
Although, I'm really only eleven years old."
A smile slowly bloomed on Catherine's face.
The smile was light, carrying a sense of understanding, as if she had seen through something.
"Yes!" Catherine spoke, her voice hoarse and deep, yet with an unprecedented emotion, smiling, "I'm certain, my little master!"
Chapter 13 What did you eat for breakfast?
Time passed quickly, and the last trace of summer's heat was replaced by the coolness of early morning.
In the blink of an eye, the start of the Hogwarts school year was just around the corner.
Jerry ended his all-night sitting posture, slowly recovering from a deep meditative state.
When he opened his eyes, the sky was just beginning to show the first light of dawn.
A night of meditation did not leave him tired; instead, he felt a sense of fullness and vigor.
magic flowed steadily through his body like a docile stream, eventually returning to its source deep within his abdomen.
The fundamental difference between the Wizarding Worldand the Muggle world does not lie in the knowledge of magic's existence, but in an innate aptitude.
This aptitude is an imprint etched deep within one's bloodline and soul, an insurmountable chasm for mortals.
Not every child born into a Wizarding family can successfully cast magic.
The essence of magic is more like an independent energy source hidden within the body.
For some, this source is like a vast underground lake, bottomless, capable of stirring up raging waves with just a little guidance.
For others, this source might only be a shallow puddle, perhaps making the surrounding grass a bit greener than elsewhere, but never able to gather into a stream powerful enough to fuel spells.
Such people are called Squibs.
And Muggles are dry land, without even this 'puddle'.
This innate magical reserve is a Wizard's most fundamental aptitude.
It determines a Wizard's lower limit, how far he can go on the path of magic.
Of course, a vast magical reserve alone is far from enough.
Untamed magic is like a mountain flood, astonishingly destructive but without order.
Therefore, one needs to learn, needs a wand as a tool for channeling and amplification, and needs incantations as 'keys' for precise spell release.
And perceiving, organizing, and controlling the magicwithin one's body through meditation is a secret passed down through generations of Wizards who pursue more profound magic.
Chapter 24
All of this, Jerry had mastered perfectly by the summer he turned eleven.
The door was gently pushed open, making no sound.
Catherine walked in from outside, carrying a cup of warm water.
These past few days, she had successfully adapted to the outfit she was wearing.
She even put on a well-fitting maid's uniform over it.
The black and white lace apron and skirt hem covered the shiny black latex suit on her body, creating a strange yet harmonious visual effect.
She wasn't wearing the muzzle with the flesh-root gag, her full lips were exposed, only a little redder than usual.
Her face always carried a natural flush, as if she had just exercised, which gave her an odd sense of health, and her originally cool eyes were now always veiled with a faint mist.
Most unique was the area on her chest.
Two ordinary silver metal clips, used for holding documents, were tightly clamped onto the two most sensitive points on her chest.
The hard jaws penetrated the not-too-thick latex suit, clamping the clothing along with the tender flesh inside, creating two abrupt, distinctly square-shaped protrusions on the full bust outlined by the tight suit.
As her body swayed slightly when she walked, the two pairs of silver metal handles also gently swayed, like two strange antennae.
It kept her body in a constant state of slight arousal, and also maintained a captivating blush on her beautiful face.
Catherine walked up to Jerry, gently placed the water cup on the nearby low table, then submissively lowered her head, her voice soft due to the continuous stimulation on her body: "Good morning, Master."
Jerry's gaze swept across her face, finally landing on the two peculiar protrusions on her chest.
Catherine didn't want to wear the muzzle that prevented her from speaking clearly, and Jerry had always been merciful, so he replaced it with this harmless little punishment that would remind her of her place at all times.
He reached out, his fingers grasping the long handle of one of the clips.
Catherine's breathing hitched, her body instinctively accommodating, as if anticipating something.
Jerry didn't hesitate, he exerted force with his fingertips, releasing the clip with a'snap'.
"Mm..."
A strong current, mixed with numbness and pleasure, spread throughout her body from the nerves in her chest.
Catherine let out an uncontrollable groan, her legs went weak, and she almost fell to her knees.
Beneath the black latex suit, her full, snowy peaks bounced sharply upwards like living things freed from restraint, then fell back heavily, creating a ripple of movement.
He did the same, removing the clip from the other side.
Another slight twitch.
Jerry seemed oblivious to her body's reaction, naturally withdrew his hand, and took a sip of the warm water.
"It's time to leave for Hogwarts today!"
He put down the water cup, his voice calm, "Do you want to go back and prepare some luggage?"
The aftershocks of the climax in Catherine's body had not completely subsided, and her mind was still a bit hazy. Hearing such a perfectly normal question unexpectedly, she was stunned.
Go back?
Prepare luggage?
These words felt like they belonged to a past life for her.
She subconsciously looked up at Jerry's still calm, youthful face, trying to discern if this was another new joke or test.
But Jerry's eyes were clear, as if he was stating something self-evident.
Catherine then realized.
Yes, it was time for Hogwarts to start.
She was also a student, and she needed textbooks, robes, and her own things.
And Jerry... Jerry actually allowed her to go back.
"Yes, Master." She nodded, trying to make her voice sound steady, "I need to go back for my luggage; there's a lot to prepare for the start of school."
"Mm." Jerry responded, casually picking up a bulging leather pouch from the nearby table and tossing it at her feet.
The pouch landed on the ground with the heavy, crisp sound of gold coins clinking together.
"Then go back after breakfast!
This is your salary for next month."
He stood up, stretching his body after sitting all night, "See you at the House."
With that, he walked straight towards the dining room, as if the matter was concluded.
Catherine watched his retreating figure, then looked down at the cloth pouch at her feet, which contained at least several hundred Galleons, feeling utterly bewildered.
He... just let her go?
Alone?
And gave her money?
A huge and unbelievable feeling enveloped her.
She opened her mouth, a dry word squeezing out of her throat:
"Master..."
Before she could finish, a clear sound of water came from the washroom not far away.
"Hmm, what are you doing?
Hurry up and come help me clean it."
Jerry's lazy voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Catherine's ears.
The momentary, illusory emotion that had risen vanished without a trace.
Catherine's expression returned to its usual calm.
She even rolled her eyes ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.
She bent down, picked up the money bag from the floor, casually placed it on the table, and then walked towards the washroom.
"Coming, my little master."
Jerry was standing in the washroom, his lower garments pulled down to his knees. The astonishingly large flesh-root, disproportionate to his age, was still spiritedly semi-erect, with a few glistening drops of liquid hanging from its tip.
Catherine skillfully stepped forward and knelt before him.
She picked up a small water bowl nearby, scooped some clear water, and carefully began rinsing it meticulously from the base of that thing.
The gentle stream of water washed over the shaft, carrying away residual urine.
Clearly, this wasn't the first day this had been done.
But when Catherine cleaned the tip, her movements paused.
Without any warning, Catherine leaned forward slightly, opened her soft lips, and completely enveloped the entire massive head.
Her warm tongue skillfully extended, carefully circling beneath the indented coronal ridge.
She licked away every last drop of the remaining liquid, diluted by the clear water, along with the natural scent of his skin, leaving nothing behind.
From any observer's perspective, this scene was filled with a strange, discordant beauty.
Jerry was still just an eleven-year-old boy.
His body was slender, his shoulders not yet broadened, and his flat chest and delicate limbs showed no muscle definition of an adult male. His skin was pale from lack of sunlight.
He stood barefoot, casually, like a child from an ordinary family.
Yet, kneeling before him was a woman with an exquisitely mature figure.
The black latex suit was like a second skin, outlining every curve of Catherine's body with utmost clarity.
As she knelt, her tightly encased, full, and perky buttocks formed a breathtaking curve under the pressure, creating an exaggerated yet alluring contrast with her slender waist.
Her high breasts remained full even in a kneeling position, and at this moment, one side was grasped in a small, even somewhat fleshy, hand belonging to a boy, leaving clear finger marks on the shiny black latex.
Jerry's face showed no expression after hearing her answer, but the hand squeezing her snowy peak tightened its grip.
He feigned a hint of anger, putting on a stern, childish face, and said, "Impudent.
Your punishment is no breakfast today."
Catherine paid no mind to his threat.
Not only did she not stop, but she lowered her head and moved down along the shaft.
Her lips and tongue passed over the dense thicket, finally finding the two heavy sacs.
Like savoring the most delicious delicacy, she enveloped one of them with her soft lips, her tongue circling, tasting it meticulously.
"Hehehe..." she chuckled indistinctly, her voice coming from between his legs, carrying a triumphant provocation, "I'm full, Master."
"Is that so?"
"What did you eat?"
She looked up at Jerry's slightly unnatural expression caused by her actions, then gently bit that testicle with her teeth, not hard, but enough to make his body tremble.
"I ate eggs and sausages, absolutely delicious."
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September 1st, King's Cross Station, London.
Jerry, alone, pushed a luggage-laden trolley, mingling with the bustling crowd.
He held the purple ticket, glancing at the destination written on it: Hogwarts, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Catherine had wanted to see him off, but Jerry refused.
After all, Catherine had a very prominent identity at Hogwarts — a seventh-year student, and a Slytherin House student and Deputy Prefect for her year.
What kind of commotion would it cause if a soon-to-graduate Slytherin senior was seen intimately with an unknown first-year student on the platform?
Moreover... Jerry's identity!
Jerry didn't need that kind of attention.
The thoughts in his mind were just a fleeting flash.
Jerry pushed his trolley, unhurriedly walking towards the brick wall between Platforms Nine and Ten.
Just as he was about to push through in one go, a family of three not far away caught his attention.
It was a little girl who looked about his age, with an overly bushy dark brown hair.
She seemed full of anticipation for the upcoming school life, already having changed into a brand new Hogwartsschool uniform robe.
What was different was that from beneath the slightly shorter hem of her robe, a pair of legs wearing white thigh-high stockings were visible, and she had on a pair of small black leather shoes.
She was looking at the wall with a nervous yet excited expression, seemingly muttering to herself, as if reciting the method of passage she had read in a book.
Her parents stood behind her; from their attire, they were clearly two Muggles completely unfamiliar with the magicworld.
Their faces showed the same nervousness as their daughter, mixed with a hint of pride and worry.
Especially the mother, who maintained a dignified elegance even in the chaotic station.
She wore a fitted dark suit skirt, its hem just reaching her knees, revealing her beautifully contoured legs encased in smooth black stockings.
A pair of high heels made her already graceful figure appear even taller.
The father next to her seemed more ordinary; he was leaning down, whispering something into his daughter's ear, encouraging her to be brave.
"Are you sure it's here, dear?"
The still-charming mother asked uncertainly, "Just... run straight into it?"
"That's what the book says!"
The little girl stubbornly puffed out her chest, "It's magic, you can't see it!"
Jerry stopped with interest, deciding to let them go first.
Just as the dark-brown-haired little girl took a deep breath, seemingly finally summoning the courage to charge, her attractive mother could no longer hold back.
She spotted Jerry nearby, looking calm and experienced, as if he were a savior.
She walked over with elegant steps, her high heels making crisp clicking sounds on the floor tiles. As she approached, a faint, mature scent of perfume wafted over.
Excuse me, sorry to bother you..."
Her voice was gentle and carried a hint of apology, "It's our first time here... May I ask, do you know... er, how to get in?"
Before she could finish, the little girl had already run over, interjecting, "Mom! Don't ask, I know what to do!"
She tilted her little face up to look at Jerry, her expression filled with an unyielding stubbornness and the earnestness of a good student, "The book says you just have to walk straight through! Hello, my name is Hermione Granger!"
Jerry looked at the little Witch before him, who was half a head shorter than him but full of spirit, and a polite smile appeared on his face.
"My name is Jerry. It's very simple, don't worry."
He offered a reassuring word to Hermione's mother, then said to Hermione, "Watch closely."
Having said that, he said nothing more, simply pushing his trolley with a steady and firm pace directly toward the brick wall.
Under the nervous gaze of the mother and daughter, he and his trolley simply vanished into the wall out of thin air, as if the wall were merely an illusion.
Less than half a minute later, the wall rippled like water, and Jerry walked back out empty-handed.
"My trolley is already on the other side."
He stood before Hermione, his face still wearing that calm and polite smile.
Then, he reached out his hand toward the slightly dazed Hermione, "Now, it's your turn. Do you need help?"
Hermione looked at the hand Jerry extended, her cheeks flushing slightly.
As a girl who liked to research everything thoroughly on her own, she actually wanted to complete this first magical crossing by herself.
But the calm and composed attitude of the boy before her, and his tranquil eyes that seemed to see through everything, left her unable to say no.
She hesitated for a moment, then finally placed her small hand gently on his palm.
"Stay close to me, don't let go."
Jerry's voice was very calm, yet it possessed a power that put people at ease.
He held her hand, his other hand gripping her luggage trolley, and led her toward the wall.
As their bodies began to submerge into the wall, a cold, viscous sensation, as if passing through a thick layer of mercury, enveloped Hermione.
The vision before her began to twist and blur, and the noise of the station and the scent of the Muggle world were quickly cut off.
This strange, extraordinary experience made her heart tighten.
The written descriptions in books and the feeling of experiencing it firsthand were, naturally, two completely different things.
Her body instinctively recoiled, and her steps came to a halt.
It was this recoil that caused her to lose her balance.
Hermione let out a cry of surprise, her entire body falling backward uncontrollably.
However, she did not fall to the ground.
A chest that was not broad, but solid enough, caught her.
Her back collided firmly with Jerry's body, and the hand Jerry had been using to hold the luggage trolley swung around to steady her arm.
Almost her entire upper body was tucked into his embrace.
"Don't be afraid!" Jerry's voice rang right in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, "Just one more step and we'll be there."
Hermione's face turned completely red.
She quickly steadied herself, not daring to look back at him, just gripping the handle of the luggage trolley, nodding blindly, and following his lead to take the final step forward.
Light and sound rushed back instantly.
They were standing fully on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was bustling at this moment.
The deep red express train appeared majestic and solemn amidst the swirling steam; it looked like a giant beast about to awaken.
Suitcases of various colors were piled up like small hills, and owls were hooting in their cages, making sounds that rose and fell in succession.
Young Wizards, dressed in brand-new robes, ran and jumped excitedly, calling to their friends, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of Chocolate Frogs and pumpkin juice, mixed with the faint aura of magic.
Hermione was somewhat at a loss, due to the fright she had just experienced and the lively scene before her.
She pulled her luggage trolley, looking blankly at everything around her, until Jerry let go of her hand.
The two walked forward with the flow of the crowd.
However, soon, Hermione noticed something strange.
Some of the older students, when their gazes swept over Jerry, would slightly suppress their excited smiles, and a trace of imperceptible repulsion or fear would show in their eyes.
Whispers occasionally reached her ears, mixed with the surname "Rosier."
Clearly, in the Wizarding world, even if a family had fallen, some names still possessed a taboo-like power.
Jerry heard it too, but he didn't mind, his gaze calmly scanning the platform.
He wanted to find a compartment without so many flies.
Just in the middle of the train, a luxurious carriage that was clearly different from the others caught his eye.
Carved glass windows and dark wooden exterior walls displayed its unique status.
Through a transparent window, Jerry saw the compartment he was looking for.
Narcissa Malfoy was sitting quietly in the compartment.
She clearly didn't need to find seats for children, and was currently nestled alone on the soft velvet seat, her long hair draped casually.
Her exquisite face carried a slight weariness, but it also added a touch of the unique charm of a mature woman.
Her gaze was fixed outside the window, as if she were thinking about something.
"Jerry, where are we going?"
Hermione pulled her luggage trolley, looking somewhat blankly at the lively scene, subconsciously seeking guidance from the only person she was familiar with.
Jerry did not answer immediately.
He just shrugged helplessly, then gestured with his mouth, unobtrusively, toward a group of older students chattering together not far away.
That group of students' gazes were drifting toward them intentionally or unintentionally, and although their voices were deliberately lowered, the surname "Rosier" still came across intermittently.
Their eyes were mixed with curiosity, disdain, and a trace of fear stemming from the family's notoriety.
Hermione looked in the direction he indicated, and although she didn't understand the reason, she also sensed the unfriendly atmosphere.
"I'm afraid!" Jerry withdrew his gaze, looked at Hermione, and said in a calm tone, "You'll have to find an empty seat yourself. Being with me isn't a good choice, at least not right now."
After saying this, he didn't give Hermione a chance to ask further questions, turning and walking toward the luxurious carriage, leaving Hermione alone, full of confusion and a hint of disappointment, stunned in place.
He pushed open the door and stepped inside, with absolutely no intention of knocking to ask.
The light inside the compartment was slightly dimmer than outside, which made Narcissa's skin appear even more delicate.
Hearing the sound, she habitually raised her eyes, thinking it was just some student who had boarded in a hurry and entered the wrong compartment.
However, when her gaze caught the boy's face at the door, the originally calm water-like ripples in her eyes suddenly tightened, and her entire body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
This little pervert... how did he also...
"What's the matter, Madam, do you not welcome me?"
Chapter 14: A plug made of Mithril, very expensive!
Jerry's face wore a calm smile that didn't match his age, and his eyes held no childish innocence, but instead resembled deep lake water, reflecting Narcissa's slightly flustered, mature face.
"What's the matter, Madam, do you not welcome me?"
He asked softly, his tone so familiar as if they were old acquaintances of many years.
Narcissa's breathing stopped for a moment.
She quickly reined in the trace of leaked emotion on her face, restoring the arrogance and coldness befitting the mistress of the House of Malfoy.
She straightened her back, lifted her chin slightly, and looked at him with a condescending gaze.
"This is a private compartment, boy of the House of Rosier. I don't recall inviting you." She voice was cold as ice, "Please leave."
However, Jerry turned a deaf ear to her order to leave. He just smiled easily, then lifted the suitcase, which appeared quite heavy for his age, with one hand, placing it on the overhead luggage rack without any effort.
The "clank" sound made when the suitcase met the rack was as if it were his silent declaration.
Having done all this, he didn't even look at Narcissa again, but sat down on the velvet seat opposite her, crossing his legs, his posture as leisurely as if he were in his own living room.
Narcissa's fingers, painted with exquisite nail polish, tightened quietly at her side.
She felt an unprecedented offense and... a sense of powerlessness that she couldn't control.
This boy's gaze and behavior reminded her of some things she had deliberately sealed deep in her memory, that absurd and shameful incident at Flourish and Blotts.
She wanted to scold him again, but looking at his unyielding demeanor, she found that any words seemed pale.
Just in this awkward and tense standoff, a cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly rang in Jerry's mind.
[System Notification: Daily Mission has refreshed]
[Mission Name: Train Guardian]
[Mission Objective: Ensure the Hogwarts Express is not destroyed by any external force and arrives safely at Hogsmeade station.]
[Mission Reward: One random magical item, 100 House Prestige points.]
[Failure Penalty: Randomly deprive the host of one physiological function for 30 days. Maid Catherine's 'Contract' will become invalid, and affection will be reset to a hostile state.]
Jerry's eyes narrowed slightly.
The content of the penalty made him frown.
Both of these penalties could be considered extremely severe.
First is the physiological function.
Does a heartbeat count as a physiological function?
Does breathing count as a physiological function?
Besides, even if it just randomly picked a physiological function like not growing hair.
Catherine's loyalty mark becoming invalid and being reset to a hostile state could also be considered a severe penalty.
That meant he would not only lose an obedient tool.
But more likely, he would have to face an enemy who knew him inside out.
It seems this journey won't be as peaceful as imagined.
The condition to trigger this penalty is the destruction of the entire train.
He looked around this luxurious compartment, his gaze passing through the glass window to look at the scenery rapidly receding outside.
The Hogwarts Express, running from London to Scotland, although nominally a form of public transportation, was actually more like a closed special train.
Although this train would stop at several stations along the way, its main destination was ultimately Hogwarts.
Therefore, except for a few adult Wizards who had close ties to the Wizarding world, the vast majority of passengers would not choose to ride such a train.
After all, no normal adult would be willing to share a train with hundreds of energetic, chattering young Wizards who might have their wands misfire at any moment.
This closed environment made it an excellent place to eliminate a large number of targets at once.
Jerry's gaze finally locked back onto the woman opposite him.
Narcissa Malfoy.
He looked at her, and his eyes changed.