Section 26
A pure-blood aristocrat, a core family member of the Death Eaters.
Her appearing alone on this train was, in itself, somewhat unusual.
Did this impending "accident" have anything to do with her?
Was she a target, a participant, or... just like him, an unlucky soul caught up in it?
Jerry's gaze, like the most precise instrument, slid slowly down from Narcissa's exquisite face, which was tinged with slight anger.
She was wearing a well-tailored dark green long-sleeved dress today, made of a velvet fabric with some kind of dark pattern, reflecting a faint luster in the dim light of the carriage.
Her posture was impeccable, her legs elegantly crossed.
Because of this movement, the hem of her dress pulled upward, revealing more of her calves wrapped in stockings.
It was another pair of smooth black stockings, clinging tightly to her skin, outlining the contours of her calves and ankles to near perfection, so delicate that not a single flaw could be seen.
And on those slender feet wrapped in black silk, she wore a pair of black high heels with sharp, thin heels.
The toes were small and round, but those long, thin heels carried a dangerous yet elegant arc, tapping lightly on the soft carpet of the carriage, as if they could turn into weapons at any moment, or trample on the dignity of anyone who dared to offend her.
Jerry's undisguised gaze, as if appraising a possession, finally made it impossible for Narcissa to maintain her surface calm, and her cold voice carried a trace of genuine anger.
"What are you looking at?"
Jerry did not speak; he merely withdrew his gaze, the faint, indifferent smile on his face unchanged.
He slowly reached his hand into the inner pocket of his Wizard robes, his movements unhurried.
However, what Jerry pulled out was not a wand.
It was a piece of parchment, folded neatly, its edges already slightly yellowed.
He placed the parchment on the smooth, clean table between them, then used two fingers to gently push it toward Narcissa.
Throughout the process, the carriage was so quiet that one could only hear the slight rocking sound made by the moving train.
Narcissa's brows furrowed.
She looked down, her gaze falling on the paper that looked quite old.
When her gaze caught the surname written in ornate script at the bottom of the parchment—a surname all too familiar—"Malfoy," along with the magical signature of her husband Lucius beside it, her beautiful blue eyes suddenly constricted.
"This..."
That thin piece of parchment seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in her eyes at that moment.
It was not an ordinary IOU, but a debt note recording the secret dealings of the family.
It was a contract established when the House of Malfoysought help from the House of Rosier for some shady political purpose back then.
A debt note sufficient to make the House of Malfoy pay a heavy price.
The House of Malfoy was able to emerge unscathed after the Wizarding War by relying on Lucius's narrative of being "forced by circumstances" and his financial connections within the Ministry of Magic.
What they had painstakingly cultivated for years was the decency and prestige of a pure-blood aristocracy.
And this debt note was like a bucket of the foulest sludge, enough to completely blacken everything they had meticulously whitewashed.
As long as this thing fell into the hands of those mongrels at the Ministry of Magic who were eyeing the Malfoyfamily, they wouldn't even need to verify the specific details of the transaction.
The mere fact of "having secret dealings with the House of Rosier" was enough to plunge the House of Malfoy into an abyss from which there was no return.
Confiscation, trial, Azkaban... She could even imagine the humiliation Draco would face at school, even if he weren't implicated.
She slowly raised her head, her gaze shifting from the deadly parchment to the face of the boy opposite her.
This damned bastard, this little pervert... He actually had this debt note.
He wasn't bluffing, nor was he joking.
Narcissa looked at Jerry's young face with its indifferent smile; in those calm eyes, her own face, slightly twisted by shock, was reflected.
A cold, murderous intent, almost tangible, emerged once again from the depths of her heart.
With a long whistle, the train slowly started, accompanied by a slight jolt.
The scenery outside the window began to recede rapidly; the familiar gray brick walls and gloomy sky of Londonturned into blurry patches of color within seconds, then disappeared completely.
In their place was an endless, vast wilderness with a strange hue.
This defied common sense.
There couldn't be such a vast wilderness north of London, at least not one that would appear just minutes after the train started moving.
In fact, although the magical world was closely connected to the real world, the two were not on the same plane, or rather, not in the same world.
Otherwise, how could a mere Earth be enough for generations of Wizards to explore and squander their magic?
Soon, on the distant horizon, towering mountains that seemed to reach the sky appeared, their peaks hidden in colorful clouds, like the dwelling place of gods.
This unimaginably magnificent scene caused all the young Wizards in other carriages who were riding for the first time to let out gasps of amazement one after another, and almost all of them pressed their faces against the glass.
Jerry's gaze was also fixed outside the carriage window; in those calm eyes, the shifting, fantastical light of the sky was reflected.
It was as if he did not feel the murderous intent emanating from the noble lady opposite him, which was intensifying and almost freezing the air in the carriage.
Narcissa quietly held her breath.
She had not forgotten the humiliating feeling of her body being out of control last time at Flourish and Blotts.
On this boy, there seemed to be something like a charm-resistance potion at all times.
She must never give him any more chances.
Her other hand was already tightly gripping a magical item that would allow her to Apparate a short distance within the carriage—a silver coin engraved with snake runes.
She had to, before the Witch pushing the snack trolley arrived, and in this coming darkness, completely eliminate this damned bastard, this little pervert before her.
Directly in front of the train, a huge tunnel entrance appeared, like the mouth of an ancient beast, about to swallow the entire train.
And the towering mountain it was about to pass through was even more strange and magnificent.
The mountain was covered with countless crystal pillars shimmering with a pink luster, some as large as towers, others as tall as a person, refracting dazzling and mesmerizing light in the sun.
Just as the train was completely swallowed by darkness, Narcissa moved.
With almost no delay, her wrist holding the wand flicked, and a silent spell ripple spread out, enveloping the entire carriage.
The roar of the train outside seemed to be cut off by a thick layer of cotton, forming an absolutely silent illusion field.
Immediately after, without the slightest hesitation, a slender yet deadly purple electric arc burst from the tip of her wand, like the fangs of a venomous snake, tracing a strange arc in the pitch-black carriage and heading straight for Jerry's throat.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, too fast for anyone to react.
However, on the face of the boy opposite her, who should have been panicked, a smile appeared.
In the reflection of the purple electric arc, his grinning mouth appeared exceptionally clear.
Not until the deadly electric arc was less than an inch from his neck did he make a move.
He just lifted his hand nonchalantly and spread his fingers.
The aggressive purple electric arc hit an invisible wall, instantly dissipating into specks of light and vanishing without a trace.
Narcissa's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately wanted to cast a second spell.
But in the darkness, a figure had already pounced over at a speed far beyond reason.
She only felt her wrist tighten, and a massive force, completely unlike that of a child, clamped onto her, making her unable to wave her wand any longer.
She wanted to activate the silver coin for Apparition, but discovered that the other hand of her opponent was already pressed onto the back of her hand, rendering her immobile.
"Mmph..."
Narcissa let out a short, muffled groan, her whole body pushed backward by an irresistible force.
Her elegant dark green velvet dress made a "rustling" sound of friction in the narrow space.
In just a single breath, she was pressed firmly onto the soft seat she had come from.
Jerry's body pressed up against her, completely enveloping her.
His knees pressed into the velvet seat, one hand firmly controlling her wrist that held the wand, pinning it to the side of her head, while the other hand propped itself on the other side of her body, forming an inescapable confinement.
In the absolute darkness, she could clearly feel the weight of him pressing on her, as well as the sound of his breathing, which was terrifyingly steady, brushing warmly against her cheek.
The murderous intent and elegance were gone, leaving only the astonishment and humiliation of being completely suppressed.
Suddenly!
That hand propped on the other side of her body slowly lifted.
In the pure darkness, Narcissa could only judge Jerry's movements through perception.
Jerry's fingers, through that layer of expensive dark green velvet fabric, landed accurately on the tip of her right breast.
The next second, a subtle yet intense electric current surged from his fingertips, precisely stimulating that point.
"Ah!"
Narcissa's body arched upward violently, as if struck by a whip, her back slamming hard against Jerry's chest.
An irrepressible scream was about to burst from her throat, but Jerry's reaction was faster than hers; he just snapped his fingers casually, and a silent Silencing Charm took effect instantly.
All her sounds were strangled in her throat, and she could only let out futile gasps of "huff... huff...", her face flushed red from lack of oxygen and stimulation.
Jerry's fingers did not move away; the current continued, with a malicious rhythm, repeatedly stimulating that sensitive point.
Under the dual effects of magic and physical sensation, the two points on her chest, tightly wrapped by her corset, quickly hardened and stood erect, clearly pressing against the fabric.
Soon, an uncontrollable warm sensation surged from deep within.
The warm liquid soaked through her expensive lace corset, quickly staining a large patch of the dark velvet dress outside, leaving dark marks in the darkness.
Jerry leaned down, his warm breath blowing against her ear; his voice was not loud, but like a devil's whisper, it clearly drilled into her ears.
"Mrs. Malfoy, sometimes, debts don't necessarily need to be repaid with Galleons."
The fingers of his other hand gently rubbed against the deadly parchment on the table.
"But they must be repaid."
Jerry's voice was right against her ear, every word like a cold anvil, smashing down on Narcissa's crumbling self-esteem.
"Not paying a debt is an immoral act!" he said, while effortlessly grabbing the neckline of her dress with one hand: "And if one attempts to evade a debt by killing the creditor, then that is not just immoral."
"Riiip!"
A harsh sound of fabric tearing rang out in the silent carriage.
The expensive dark green velvet dress was torn open like fragile paper, along with the exquisite lace bra underneath, both shredded to pieces.
Two plump, snow-white entities were exposed in the darkness without any obstruction; because of the recent stimulation, the tips were already hard and erect.
Jerry's two boyish palms grabbed them without any mercy, wantonly kneading that astonishing softness.
His body was not large, but relying solely on a bit of clever force and the power brought by magic, he pressed the mature, tall, and soft body beneath him so that she could not move at all.
Narcissa's body twisted powerlessly, her legs trying to kick, but they were firmly suppressed by his knees; any struggle was like a pebble thrown into the ocean, raising only a negligible ripple.
"Madam, are you inviting me?" his voice carried a malicious smile.
Subtle purple electric light flowed out between his fingers, and with his kneading, it kept darting across the snow-white skin.
Every flicker left a small, clear bruised fingerprint on those snowy peaks, which were like white buns.
The snowy peaks, treated so roughly, again uncontrollably sprayed out warm liquid.
White liquid splattered everywhere, some splashing onto Jerry's Wizard robes, some flowing down along her own body curves, and more spilling onto the velvet seat beneath her, quickly soaking in and leaving patches of wet marks.
Under the effect of the Silencing Charm, she could not make any sound; she could only open her mouth wide, letting out desperate gasps of "huff huff" from her throat, her body heaving violently from this continuous stimulation.
In those blue eyes that were always filled with arrogance, only humiliation and the hazy, watery luster brought by physiological reactions remained at this moment.
If Jerry could see her lip movements now, he would clearly see her saying over and over: "Let me go, let me go!"
It is just a pity that even if he saw it, it would be of no use.
But fortunately, there was no possibility of this direct torture lasting too long.
Because at this very moment, from the other end of the carriage, the faint sound of rolling wheels could be heard, along with the muffled hawking of a woman.
It was the Witch pushing the candy trolley.
Although the illusion spell could block sound and light, confusing people outside the door, it could not stop someone who would directly pull open the carriage door.
There was not much time left for Jerry to collect the "interest."
Jerry stopped his movements, and the two palms stained with liquid and bruised fingerprints left Narcissa's chest.
But he did not let her go just like that.
Chapter 27
His gaze swept across the luggage rack overhead, where the trunk belonging to him vibrated slightly.
Immediately after, he simply made a grasping motion in the air, and a cold, heavy object appeared out of thin air in his palm.
It was a sleekly shaped plug made entirely of mithril, with a deep green gem embedded in its base.
The size of this object was half a palm longer than his own hand as an eleven-year-old boy.
Jerry continued to pin down the mature, delicate body beneath him with his youthful frame, but his other free hand slid downward without the slightest hesitation.
His palm brushed over her flat belly, and without pausing for a moment, reached straight under her torn skirt, accurately finding that last piece of intimate fabric before deftly slipping inside.
Narcissa's body shuddered violently at this sudden violation.
She could clearly feel the boy's fingers skillfully pressing and circling in her most private, softest place.
Her body instinctively wanted to squeeze her legs shut, but Jerry's knee pinned her down so firmly that she couldn't budge an inch.
Under such precise and malicious stimulation, waves of uncontrollable warmth surged from deep within her body, quickly soaking the thin fabric and his fingers.
"It seems you like this very much, Madam."
Jerry whispered in her ear, then withdrew his wet hand, replacing it with the hand holding the cold mithril plug.
He gently brushed the cold, smooth, rounded tip against the already muddy entrance, then slowly slid downward, arriving at the tighter, untouched valley behind.
The icy touch of the metal made Narcissa's body tense up again.
She twisted her waist and hips frantically, trying to evade the impending, even more humiliating intrusion.
This was a final struggle born of pure instinct.
"Don't move, Madam," Jerry's voice turned cold.
"Or else it will hurt a lot!"
No longer showing any gentleness, he seized the gap in her twisting hips, aligned the mithril plug—lubricated with her own fluids from the front—with the tightly closed entrance, and shoved it inward with force.
"Mmh...!"
Narcissa's eyes widened instantly, her pupils contracting from the sharp pain and the sensation of the foreign object.
The dry, tight passage was forcibly stretched open. She could clearly feel the cold foreign object squeezing in inch by inch, the tearing pain causing cold sweat to break out all over her.
Jerry gave her no time to adapt. With an irresistible force, he firmly pushed the entire plug all the way in until the gem-studded base pressed coldly against her skin.
As the mithril plug was forced in, a faint but distinct "pop" echoed in the darkness—the sound of the tight entrance being stretched open, mingled with the sticky squelch of squeezed fluids.
Narcissa's body convulsed violently at this overwhelming intrusion.
Her waist arched upward sharply, forming a striking curve, before slamming heavily back onto the seat.
Narcissa's mouth opened wide, but she couldn't make a single sound due to the Silencing Charm.
Yet the response of Narcissa's body was more honest than any scream.
An uncontrollable torrent of warmth gushed from the front of her body, instantly soaking the seat beneath her and drenching the Wizard robes Jerry used to pin down her knees.
Under Jerry's restraint, Narcissa's legs curled and straightened in vain, her toes pointing straight. Her feet, clad in black stiletto heels, twitched slightly from the extreme stimulation.
In that violent spasm, Narcissa's tensed ankles twitched intensely. The black stiletto could no longer hold on and slipped off her smooth foot, landing with a dull thud on the soft carpet, tumbling limply to the side like her dignity at this moment.
The shedding of the high heel completely exposed her elegant foot wrapped in black silk.
Due to the irresistible stimulation coming from deep within her body, her instep arched high, tensing into a heart-stirring curve.
The thin nylon stockings were pulled taut by this force, clinging tightly to every inch of her skin, so much so that the outline of her five delicate toes, currently curling and clenching desperately, was clearly visible through the fabric.
They were like a small hand trying to grasp something, each knuckle turning slightly white under the tight stocking from the sheer exertion.
But that wasn't all.
As if some switch in her body had been completely flipped, even without any direct stimulation, the snowy-white mounds on Narcissa's chest, bruised with dark finger marks, suddenly tightened once more.
In the next moment, two warm streams of white fluid, like fountains out of control, shot out from the rigid tips, crossing the short distance to spray squarely onto Jerry's face.
The warm fluid, carrying a sweet, musky scent, blurred his eyes and trickled down his still-youthful cheeks.
Faced with this sudden "baptism," Jerry didn't even blink. He simply let the white liquid cling to his face, then slowly lowered his head to look at the mature, voluptuous body beneath him, which could only twitch slightly as it completely lost control.
"Do you like it?"
"This is mithril, you know. Very expensive!"
"Custom-made just for you."
"By the way, the cost of this will have to be added to the bill you owe me. That emerald gem is very pricey."
"Hehe!"
Chapter 15: Chocolate Frogs and Jumping Beans!
The train clattered rhythmically along the tracks, the carriage swaying slightly as it traveled.
The light and shadows outside the window began to alternate rapidly. Darkness and light flickered in Narcissa's unfocused vision as the train sped through a succession of dense mountain tunnels.
Each brief moment of darkness made the presence of the foreign object deep inside her body feel even more distinct.
Every sudden burst of light at the end of a tunnel felt like a merciless judgment.
Finally, as the train burst from the last stretch of darkness, the scenery outside the window became fantastical.
Two moons, one large and one small—one silvery-white, the other pale violet—hung high in the velvet night sky.
Their radiance spilled down, dyeing the endless ocean below a dreamlike pink.
Just as this wondrous scenery unfolded, the rumbling sound of cart wheels rolling and a crisp jingling of bells echoed from afar down the carriage corridor, approaching at a leisurely pace.
"Ding-dong!"
This realization brought a brief flash of clarity to Narcissa's chaotic mind, followed by an overwhelming wave of panic.
She struggled to sit up, but her body was so weak and unresponsive from the extreme, inhuman climax she had just experienced.
Jerry, however, appeared exceptionally calm.
The warm white fluid was still smeared on his face, but he simply wiped it away casually with his finger, then drew his wand and gave it a gentle flick toward himself and the seat beneath Narcissa.
A silent Scourgify charm instantly cleared away all sticky, suspicious traces of fluid, leaving everything spotless as if nothing had ever happened.
"Hurry up, Mrs. Malfoy!"
He spoke in a flat tone unbefitting his age. "I don't think you'd want her to see you like this."
These words acted like a shot of adrenaline, jolting into Narcissa's body.
Flustered, Narcissa dragged a conservatively styled, deep green Wizard robe out of her trunk.
Her fingers were somewhat unresponsive, failing to grasp the smooth fabric several times.
She could clearly feel that the mithril plug was still buried deep inside her rear. That cold, heavy, and alien presence rubbed against her most sensitive inner walls with agonizing clarity at her every movement.
There was no time left.
Narcissa knew very well that it was absolutely impossible to remove this thing before the Witch slid open the carriage door.
She could only grit her teeth, enduring the humiliation and the slightly warming sensation of the foreign object as she quickly threw the clean robe over herself, covering up her disheveled and exposed state.
Narcissa didn't even have time to tidy her messy blonde hair, merely smoothing it back casually with her hand. She took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to sit up straight and adopt a dignified posture.
Only her eyes were filled with a venomous resentment and all the fury of a pure-blood aristocrat who had been trampled upon.
Narcissa wanted to tear him apart with her gaze, wanting to make Jerry pay a thousandfold for everything she was enduring right now.
Yet, faced with Narcissa's murderous glare, Jerry showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled into a wicked smirk full of malicious amusement, completely unbefitting his age.
"Damned little pervert!"
By the time Narcissa had barely put herself together, Jerrywas already sitting leisurely by the window, looking for all the world like an eleven-year-old boy quietly enjoying the scenery.
His profile looked soft and harmless in the light filtering through the window.
With a loud rumble, the train emerged from the last long tunnel.
The view opened up instantly.
The endless mountain ranges covered in pink crystals had completely vanished, replaced by an boundless pink ocean glowing with a soft aura.
The sea shimmered with light. Several Wizards wearing waterproof robes stood on giant, lily-pad-like floating platforms, waving their wands as if cultivating some kind of marine plant.
Just then, with a clatter, the compartment door was slid open.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?"
The candy Witch pushed her cart, wearing a warm, friendly smile.
Her gaze swept across the compartment, seeing a dignified noble lady and, opposite her, a young Wizard looking curiously at the scenery outside the window.
Everything seemed perfectly normal.
"Oh, you're just in time!"
The Witch introduced enthusiastically, "We've just passed the Whispering Mountains. What you see now is the 'Dream Sea'."
"Those Wizards are cultivating 'Sweetheart Seaweed'. It's the main ingredient for making the strawberry ice cream flavor of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans!"
Narcissa forced a polite smile onto her face, but only she knew what an agony her body was enduring.
Every slight vibration of the moving train caused the cold mithril plug inside her to produce a subtle, yet persistent friction.
This sensation made her restless. Her gluteal muscles tightened subconsciously, which only caused the foreign object to be clamped even tighter, bringing a fresh wave of stimulation that made her face flush red.
She could feel her cheeks burning, and a shameful new wetness began to seep from deep within her body.
"I'll have a box of Chocolate Frogs,"
Jerry said, turning around with a crisp, childish voice.
He took the treats handed to him by the Witch and turned back to look at the pink ocean outside, acting as if he knew nothing and cared nothing about what was happening inside Mrs. Malfoy's body.
"A box?"
"Alright, young man, that will be five Sickles. You are very generous!"
The candy Witch accepted the money with a smile, slipped the silver coins into her pouch, and said to the two guests, "Up ahead is the Fire Wasteland. We'll be entering the next world soon, so it might get a bit bumpy. Be careful, distinguished guests!"
The Witch's voice seemed to carry a premonition. No sooner had she spoken than waves of cool air began to flow from deep within Narcissa's rear.
The sensation wasn't external cold, but a bizarre chill seeping from inside her, originating from the core of that mithril plug.
At first it was just a trace, but soon, the chill blew continuously with a faint but persistent draft against her tense buttocks, her inner thighs, and the hem of her Wizardrobe that originally clung to her delicate labia.
Her body went rigid as a terrifying thought flashed through her mind: the emerald embedded in the plug had actually been enchanted with a wind-attribute spell!
Carrying a chilly moisture, the breeze seeped out from the stretched entrance around the butt plug, slowly brushing along the seams of her underwear and over her private area, which was exceptionally sensitive and swollen from the previous squeezing.
What broke her even more was that this "wind" was also blowing upward restlessly.
The hem of her Wizard robe was gently lifted by this strange breeze emanating from her body. Though the movement was slight, it was incredibly distinct to her in her current state of high alert.
Every phantom brush of the fabric against her skin was accompanied by a tingling current that surged from her private parts straight up her spine, causing her body, already trembling from the foreign object, to shudder uncontrollably.
She could feel that the plug inside her seemed to have a life of its own now. Driven by the breeze, every slight chill and rub coaxed the residual desire deep within her body.
Beneath the skirt lifted by the wind, her hidden labia quivered, and waves of warmth began to pour out uncontrollably once more, wetting the seat that had already been cleaned and the robe that barely covered her vital parts.
Narcissa clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, trying to use pain to resist this humiliation and provocation coming from inside her body.
Her cheeks flushed with an unnatural crimson from shame, yet turned slightly pale from the chill.
She held on until the Witch closed the door and pushed her cart further and further away.
The compartment door, blocking out the outside world, slid shut with a clatter, and the last faint ring of the bells vanished at the end of the corridor.
This sound seemed to be a signal. Narcissa could no longer bear the cold and restless airflow inside her.
No longer caring about maintaining her aristocratic dignity, she squirmed anxiously on the seat, a trembling hand reaching behind her, trying to touch through the layers of robes!
To pull it out!
The very source of her breakdown.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the cold metal end, the seat beside her sank slightly.
At some point, Jerry had moved over from the opposite seat and was now sitting right next to her.
He tore open the packaging of the Chocolate Frog, and a Chocolate Frog brought to life by magic immediately let out a "croak" and leaped from his hand, bouncing around the compartment.
The boy paid no attention to the escaping treat. He simply reached out and, with an effortless grace, pinned down Narcissa's wrist as she was reaching behind herself.
Chapter 28
His hand was very small, his skin smooth, even carrying the warm softness unique to a child, but the strength behind it was irresistible.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Mrs. Malfoy!" Jerry's voice remained calm, as if he were stating the most ordinary matter. "The good show is just getting started."
The moment his words fell, a faint buzzing sound came from inside the mithril plug behind Narcissa's body.
Immediately after, a weak but clear electrical current was released from the tip of the plug, instantly spreading throughout her entire body.
It wasn't pain, but a far more agonizing, bone-deep numbness.
"Ah..."
An uncontrollable groan escaped from between her lips.
Her body arched uncontrollably, her back leaving the seat, and her entire body's muscles contracted from the sudden electric shock.
The current seemed to have a mind of its own, precisely finding every sensitive nerve inside her body; she felt her lower body grow completely numb, with only the pleasure brought by the current continuously compounding and climbing.
The wind spell inside her body did not stop; instead, it became even more active with the addition of the electric current.
The icy breeze mixed with the numbing electric shocks, attacking her most vulnerable spot from both inside and out.
The Chocolate Frog hopped all over the carriage, making a soft "pat" sound every time it landed.
Narcissa's body also convulsed and twitched uncontrollably on the seat in rhythm with the current.
Her long legs, clad in black stockings, kicked wildly in front of her, and the hem of her robe had long been blown up to her waist by that strange wind, revealing the soaked seat beneath.
The high heels she had put on not long ago had once again been flung off to who knows where.
Jerry's gaze did not linger too long on her wanton appearance, but instead swept toward her half-open, luxurious suitcase.
Inside the suitcase, besides a few spare clothes, there were some items shimmering with magical luster piled haphazardly: a pocket crossbow capable of auto-targeting enemies, several bottles of Potions of various colors, and even a folded piece of parchment with a shimmering edge that looked like a map.
As expected, this woman's true purpose in taking this train was not to send her son to Hogwarts.
The stimulation of the electric current finally weakened slightly.
Gaining a brief moment of respite, Narcissa used all her strength to lift her face, which was flushed with desire and humiliation, and questioned hoarsely, "What... what on earth... do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Jerry smiled, a smile so innocent and pure, yet his words made Narcissa feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave: "Of course, it's to play an interesting game with the beautiful Mrs. Malfoy."
He released his grip on Narcissa, pulled a heavy pouch filled with Galleons from his pocket, and placed it on the seat between them, making a crisp clinking sound.
Then, pointing at the Chocolate Frog that was still hopping around, he said slowly:
"The rules are very simple.
We will guess how many times this frog can hop before it completely melts.
You guess first. If you guess right, I'll give you a Galleon.
Once you collect ten, I'll take the butt plug out.
If you guess wrong..."
He paused on purpose, watching Narcissa's pupils contract with unease, the smile on his face growing even wider.
"If you guess wrong, that little toy inside your body will vibrate and discharge electricity.
As for the number of discharges... it will equal the actual number of times the frog hops. What do you think, very fair, right?"
This so-called "fair" game was an even greater humiliation to Narcissa than direct violence.
Her reason and dignity screamed in resistance, but her body was unable to move due to the presence of the wicked prop inside her.
"Don't even think about it... I will never..."
She squeezed a few words through her teeth, attempting to mask her fear with the arrogance of a pure-blood noble.
Jerry seemed to have anticipated her reaction long ago.
He didn't even look at her minor movements, only keeping that wicked smile on the corner of his lips.
The ring on his finger gently flashed with a red light.
"Buzz!"
The mithril plug was activated once again, and this time, the intensity of the current was more violent than ever before.
The refusal Narcissa had just uttered was instantly stuffed back down her throat by a sharp, suppressed groan.
Her body seemed to have all its strength drained, collapsing backward as her hand reaching for her wand limply fell.
She felt as if she had been thrown into a massive net woven from electric currents, every nerve in her body screaming.
Just then, as if guided by something, the Chocolate Froghopping around the carriage landed with a soft "pat" precisely on Narcissa's heaving chest.
"See, it can't even wait."
Jerry laughed softly, his fair, tender hand once again parting the dark green Wizard robe Narcissa had just fastened.
The robe slid to both sides, revealing the unsightly scene beneath: her originally luxurious lace bra had been torn to shreds, the few scraps of cloth utterly unable to cover those two mounds of snow-white fullness.
On those snowy peaks, black and blue finger marks crisscrossed like a canvas that had been wantonly ravaged—the very masterpiece Jerry had left behind not long ago.
And on the tips of those two buds, stiff as gems from the electric stimulation, tiny drops of milky-white fluid were uncontrollably seeping out due to the extreme pleasure constantly rising from deep within her body, slowly trickling down the plump curves, exuding an aura of wantonness and depravity.
The Chocolate Frog squatted right on top of this mess, stained with her body heat and fluids, as if mocking her current plight.
"Six times."
Narcissa's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz; rather than a guess, it was more like she was humiliatingly performing a procedure she had no choice but to complete.
She looked at the chocolate creation stained with bodily fluids on her chest, her body trembling slightly at the anticipation of the torture to come.
Hearing this number, Jerry smiled happily.
The laughter was crisp and pleasant, like any eleven-year-old boy who had received a novel toy, but in Narcissa's ears, it was more grating than a demon's whisper.
"The game begins," he announced softly.
As if receiving an order, the Chocolate Frog kicked its hind legs and hopped from just below Narcissa's collarbone onto the plump snow-white mound on her left.
"Pat." A soft sound as the cold chocolate contacted her warm skin.
"One," Jerry counted softly from the side.
The frog leaped again, landing on the right snowy peak.
"Pat."
"Two."
It hopped back and forth across this skin that had become exceptionally sensitive due to the electric stimulation, causing Narcissa's body to shudder with every landing.
The cold touch and sticky fluid left fleeting marks across her chest.
Three times, four times...
When the frog leaped for the fifth time, tracing a small arc in the air as it prepared to land, its magic's duration seemed to have reached its end.
"Splat!"
With that sound, it was no longer a living thing, but turned in mid-air into a pool of warm, semi-melted chocolate sauce, splattering squarely and perfectly onto the still-stiff bud on the side closer to Jerry.
Narcissa looked at the dark brown stain, then at the "what a pity" expression on Jerry's face. She had just opened her mouth, wanting to say something—perhaps an excuse, perhaps a curse.
But she couldn't utter a single word.
"Buzz!"
The mithril plug inside her body began its punishment right on cue.
Wild wind and electric currents erupted at the same moment, more violent than any time before.
"Ah... ugh..."
An out-of-tune groan squeezed from the depths of her throat, her waist arching violently upward, her back completely leaving the seat as her body formed a shameful, convulsing bridge on the seat.
And Jerry, while she was delirious from the extreme pleasure, slowly lowered his still-immature head. Like a gluttonous child, he opened his mouth and precisely took the bud completely covered in chocolate sauce into his mouth, drawing it in along with the remnants of Narcissa's own fluids, sucking on it forcefully.
"As expected, chocolate goes best with milk."
Jerry said indistinctly, releasing Narcissa's violated nipple.
Narcissa's body trembled slightly from the wave of current that had just ended, her brain still a complete blank.
The second round quickly began, followed by the third.
And for Narcissa, whose mind was already somewhat delirious from the stimulation...
She couldn't remember how many rounds of the game had passed.
Every single time, she lost utterly. The mithril plug inside her took turns unleashing wind attacks and electric shocks, causing every cell in her body to break down amidst extreme shame and pleasure.
Looking at the playful smile on Jerry's face, a thorough despair welled up in her heart.
She understood that this boy had no intention of letting her win; this so-called "game" was merely another method of torture.
She had already verged on orgasm several times; every inch of her skin screamed with numbness and exhaustion, yet she was unable to truly relax due to the endless stimulation.
An emotion mixing humiliation and relief welled up in her heart.
Giving up her resistance, she simply reached out in self-abandonment, grabbed a Chocolate Frog from beside the money pouch on the seat, roughly tore open the packaging, and stuffed it directly into her already numb mouth.
The sweet richness carrying a magical aura instantly melted in her mouth, seemingly replenishing her thoroughly depleted physical strength.
Jerry just watched her.
He did not urge her, merely playing with another Chocolate Frog, letting it hop continuously on his fair palm.
"It seems Mrs. Malfoy is tired of playing."
He laughed softly, his voice carrying a hint of casual mockery.
He suddenly reached out and roughly pulled open the hem of Narcissa's Wizard robe, which was soaked in bodily fluids.
The robe was completely drenched, sticking stickily between her legs.
As the robe was completely pulled back, her slit, which was constantly convulsing and twitching from the current, was fully exposed.
Wet and swollen, secreting an unstoppable flow of fluids.
The Chocolate Frog hopping in Jerry's palm seemed to receive a command, jumping straight toward Narcissa's private core, which was swollen from shame and desire.
The cold chocolate contacting her sensitive skin, that sudden intense stimulation made her arch her body violently, an almost instinctive whimper escaping her mouth.
Using his thumb and index finger, Jerry precisely pinned down the still-hopping frog, pressing it against Narcissa's pearl, then leaned down, his nose almost touching her hair.
"Mrs. Malfoy!" His voice was low and clear, no longer carrying a hint of childish innocence. "Tell me, what exactly are you coming to Hogwarts for this time?"
Applying a bit of force with his fingers, the pearl transmitted an even stronger pressure and stimulation through the barrier of the frog, making Narcissa's entire body tense up, yet unable to move in the slightest.
"Those things in your suitcase!"
Jerry's voice whispered in her ear, every word like a cold knife stabbing precisely into Narcissa's heart. "The pocket crossbow, the Potions, and that live map—they are enough to start a small-scale Wizard war in the Forbidden Forest, aren't they?"
He paused, letting her fully experience the threat that struck straight at her soul, as well as the pleasure and agony brought by the Chocolate Frog repeatedly squeezing and rubbing her private parts.
"I want... to know your true purpose."
He spoke again, his tone carrying an unquestionable command: "Now, tell me."
The Chocolate Frog pressed against her most sensitive spot wobbled up and down with the train's jolting, bringing a wave of stimulation that almost made her lose her mind every single time.
Facing Jerry's interrogation, Narcissa tightly closed her eyes, her teeth biting hard together, trying to force the shameful groans back deep into her throat.
"Stubborn?"
"Then let's see if all of Mrs. Malfoy's mouths are that stubborn!"
"Rumble!"
The train once again plunged into a pitch-black tunnel.
Absolute darkness enveloped everything, also magnifying all the sensations inside her body.
The wind and electricity of the plug, as well as the pressure of the Chocolate Frog in front of her, all became incomparably clear.
Who knows how much time passed, but when light flooded back into the carriage, the scenery outside the window had completely turned upside down.
The pink ocean was gone, replaced by a vast plain shimmering with dark red firelight.
The scorched earth was covered in cracks, and in the distance, rolling volcanic ranges occasionally spewed thick smoke and lava.
Even more bizarrely, on the plain, massive clumps of fire were slowly walking around.
But as the train drew closer, it became clear that it wasn't fire at all, but giant sheep the size of elephants.
Their entire bodies were wrapped in blazing flames, and through the firelight, one could faintly see the dark, rock-like skin beneath.
"Clang!"
With a loud noise, something at the carriage connection seemed to lock.
Immediately after, an old and impatient voice came over the train's loudspeaker: "Everyone get back to your respective carriages! The carriages are about to be locked! Damn it, why are there so many Flaming Giant Sheep here?"
The moment he heard this broadcast, Jerry's body froze.
All expression vanished from his face, which had previously worn a playful smile.
He understood.
The expression on Jerry's face changed subtly and completely in that instant.
The boy's malice and cruelty receded like a tide, replaced by a focused, near-indifferent intensity entirely unbefitting his age.
He slowly withdrew the hand that had been pressing down on the Chocolate Frog, letting the half-melted, sticky chocolate slide from Narcissa's private parts, slowly seeping into the depths of her valley.
At the same time, Narcissa felt the mithril plug inside her—the one that had driven her to the brink of collapse—fall completely silent after a faint hum.
The continuous electric current and the wind stopped; this sudden calm, however, made her body break out in goosebumps from the disorientation.
"It seems," Jerry began, his voice steady and without a ripple, as if he were a different person from the boy who had just been sucking on her buds and enjoying her moans,
"the sideshow on this journey has ended, and the real business has begun."
Jerry withdrew his gaze from the burning giant sheep outside the window and let it fall upon Narcissa.
It was a brand-new scrutiny, devoid of any desire, containing only a pure, calm assessment.
His gaze swept over her messy chest and her robes, soaked with bodily fluids.
Finally, it rested precisely on her suitcase, which was filled with various magic items.
"You certainly prepared quite thoroughly for this trip, Mrs. Malfoy!"
Jerry said slowly, in a typical, slightly mocking English tone: "Someone who didn't know better might think you had anticipated running into some trouble."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the entire train lurched violently, the intense jolting causing Narcissa to lunge forward uncontrollably, nearly crashing into Jerry.
Outside the window, the Flaming Giant Sheep that had been strolling leisurely on the plains seemed to be irritated by the noise of the speeding train and turned in unison.
Their dark hooves pawed at the scorched earth, and in the next second, they transformed into torrents of fire, charging toward the speeding train.
These Flaming Giant Sheep were magic creatures unique to this wasteland.
Their meat was extremely delicious and rich in high nutritional value, but their survival conditions were also extremely harsh; they could only survive in such scorching volcanic regions.
Therefore, although they were top-tier ingredients, few people were able to successfully farm them.
Jerry noticed that beneath the dancing flames, every giant sheep's skin was branded with a striking, constantly changing magic mark—clearly the sign of some large-scale Wizard farm.
They shouldn't have been here, so far from the farm's fences.
These creatures were known for being pugnacious and extremely irritable, and a high-speed, loud steel construct was undoubtedly the perfect target in their eyes.
Despite their elephant-sized bodies, they ran at an astonishing speed.
Although they couldn't use any complex magic, the pure physical impact and the scorching flames burning on their bodies were enough to pose a lethal threat to this train.
Chapter 16: Sorry, You Saw My Face!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A continuous sound of impacts came from outside the carriage windows, accompanied by the screeching sound of twisting metal, as the entire train shook violently.
Blue-and-white beams of magic shot out from the windows of other carriages, accurately hitting the charging Flaming Giant Sheep.
These were Frost Charms and powerful Water-Jet Charms.
The cold magic collided with the flames burning on the giant sheep, creating a loud "Sizzle!" sound and sending up large clouds of white steam, instantly obscuring the view outside the window.
The patrols' attacks were effective, successfully creating a temporary defensive line made of ice walls and water curtains around the train, preventing most of the direct impacts from the Flaming Giant Sheep.
However, the shockwaves and high-temperature steam generated by the magic collisions still left the inside and outside of the carriage in chaos.
Inside the carriage, the Wizard apprentices let out screams one after another.
Many were knocked off balance by the jolting, and the panic spread like a plague.
It was in this chaos that Narcissa, holding onto the edge of her seat, managed to struggle to her feet.
Her legs felt weak from the previous continuous stimulation, and with every sway, the plug that had fallen silent deep inside her body generated heavy, distinct friction due to gravity.
She didn't have time to deal with that thing.
Narcissa's face was pale, but her eyes were exceptionally firm.
She quickly fastened the Wizard robes that Jerry had torn open, covering the mess on her chest.
This movement pulled at the muscles behind, causing the head of the plug to push deeper into a sensitive point inside her body. A faint tingling sensation crawled up her back, and she subconsciously clenched her buttocks. This tiny, almost imperceptible action made her feel even deeper shame.
She quickly opened her suitcase and waved her hand; the miniature crossbow, Potion, and the living map inside all flew into an Undetectable Extension Charm pocket inside her robe.
After doing all this, she turned her head.
She glanced at Jerry with a complex look.
"Stay here, I… will be back soon!"
She only said these few words.
Subsequently, Narcissa's entire figure became blurry, turning into an almost invisible phantom, preparing to disappear silently into this swaying carriage.
Just at the moment before Narcissa's figure was about to completely vanish, Jerry moved.
He didn't even stand up; he just waved his hand casually.
An invisible magic barrier formed instantly around Narcissa. Her already blurred body seemed to hit an invisible wall; the teleportation spell was rudely interrupted, and the outline of her body instantly became clear again.
Before she could even react, something even more bizarre happened.
Countless pieces of jewelry, shimmering with various colors, appeared out of thin air and darted into Jerry's robes. Accompanied by the clinking of metal clasps, Jerry's aura began to climb steadily.
"Speak clearly, where are you going?"
Jerry's voice rang in her ear. The playfulness belonging to a young boy had vanished without a trace, leaving only unquestionable coldness.
Accompanied by his words, a familiar, faint cool breeze blew out again from deep within Narcissa's buttocks.
The mithril plug that had just fallen silent began to operate once more. The wind wasn't strong, but it was enough to make the robe clinging to her skin rub gently as it rolled with the breeze.
Furthermore, that squeezing sensation became increasingly intense.
The anal plug actually had an expansion function!
The cold metal mixed with a faint chill, constantly teasing her already overwhelmed nerves.
Narcissa's body went rigid from this double torture.
She finally realized completely that the eleven-year-old boy in front of her was a monster she was completely unable to resist, a bottomless abyss.
All struggling and resistance seemed so ridiculous and powerless.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the moan in her throat and the fear in her heart, her teeth clenched tightly together.
She turned her head and stared fixedly at Jerry with a gloomy, somewhat resigned look in her eyes.
"If you want to know so badly," her voice was low and hoarse, filled with suppressed emotion, "then come along!"
The moment her words fell, Jerry waved his wand, and an imperceptible ripple spread out.
In the carriage, two phantoms identical to them appeared immediately, sitting blankly in their original positions, maintaining the posture of confrontation.
Almost at the same moment, Narcissa reached out and grabbed Jerry's hand.
Her palms were cold and damp from nervousness, but the strength of her grip was unquestionable.
She didn't say another word, just took him with her and initiated Apparition.
Space was violently twisted and compressed.
The next instant, they had appeared in another completely different carriage.
Upon landing, Narcissa immediately released a thick, black mist, tightly wrapping their figures and hiding them silently in the shadows in a corner of the carriage.
"Bang!" A violent impact followed immediately, accompanied by a rolling wave of heat.
The side wall of this carriage had already been smashed open, creating a huge hole, and the scorching air from the volcanic plains outside, mixed with sparks, was constantly pouring in.
A Ministry of Magic Wizard responsible for defending this carriage lay on the side, his body twisted at an odd angle, with a huge indentation in his chest; he clearly wasn't going to survive.
There should have been quite a few Wizard apprentices in this carriage, but now it was completely empty. There were no corpses on the ground either, presumably because they had fled to other carriages at the first moment the attack occurred.
In the center of the carriage, a fierce battle was underway.
Thirteen, or perhaps fourteen, mysterious figures in black Wizard robes, with their heads, faces, and hands covered tightly, were surrounding and attacking the remaining resistance—a few Wizard passengers who were fighting spontaneously, and seven or eight Aurors in Ministry of Magic uniforms.
The battle was one-sided.
The Dark Wizards' spells were vicious and precise, and their teamwork was seamless.
Just moments after Narcissa and Jerry had hidden themselves, accompanied by two blinding green lights, two more Aurors were struck in the chest by spells, falling straight down and making no more sound.
The black mist was like a living creature, isolating their figures from the tragic slaughter inside the carriage.
Narcissa knelt halfway in the shadows, the lines of her body appearing somewhat stiff due to her guard.
Every vibration of the train, or the silent gaze of the boy beside her, made the presence of the foreign object deep inside her body increasingly clear.
She didn't look at Jerry, perhaps out of a complex fear, or perhaps simply because she believed it was far from the time for her to personally enter the fray.
Her movements were calm and efficient; she took the exquisite miniature crossbow from the Undetectable Extension Charm pocket.
The crossbow body was made of some kind of black wood, carved with delicate silver vine patterns.
From a small crystal bottle, she used a feather to dip out some dark green, viscous liquid, carefully applying it to the tip of each arrow.
The Potion shimmered with a greasy sheen in the dim light, emitting a faint, sweet yet bloody scent.
After doing all this, she placed the crossbow across her knees, her whole person like a statue ready to strike, quietly observing the battle through the gaps in the mist.
Jerry was completely different from her.
He just tilted his head, examining everything before him with a near-innocent curiosity.
Lethal spells wove into a gorgeous web of light in the air; every time they hit a human body, it was accompanied by the smell of burning and the dull sound of falling.
To him, all of this seemed no different from a magnificent fireworks show.
If he wanted to, with just a single thought, everyone in this carriage—whether Dark Wizards, or those struggling Aurors and passengers—would instantly be turned into dust.
But he didn't do so.
His gaze swept quickly across the entire carriage.
Although the huge hole was terrifying, it hadn't damaged the carriage's load-bearing structure, so there was no danger of disintegration in the short term.
It was just that the wild wind pouring in from the hole, carrying the sulfur scent and high heat unique to the volcanic plains, blew onto their skin, bringing a fine, stinging pain as if being sanded by sandpaper.
Looking out through the twisted metal hole, the scene was even more spectacular and dangerous.
A massive Flaming Giant Sheep was running parallel to the speeding train, galloping along with it.
It was like a small, moving volcano, the flames burning on its body pulled by the high-speed airflow into a long, twisted tail of fire.
Every time it ran and leaped, large clusters of sparks were thrown from its wool, which looked like burning charcoal, tracing bright trajectories in the air, only to be blown away by the wild wind.
Those eyes, burning with a lava-like luster, were staring fixedly at the train, filled with violent and destructive desire.
In this brief moment, following the fall of those two Ministry of Magic Aurors.
The evenly matched situation on the field took a sharp turn for the worse in an instant.
The remaining Aurors were forced into the corner of the carriage, back to back, their Shield Charms at the tips of their wands tottering under the Dark Wizards' storm-like attacks.
A flash of determination crossed the eyes of one of the older Aurors; he roared lowly at his companion and then slammed an old suitcase onto the floor.
With a "Bang," the suitcase was opened.
Chapter 30
The next second, accompanied by a deafening roar that blended three distinct voices, a massive beast leapt out of that tiny suitcase.
It was a Cerberus.
Its massive body stretched out in the narrow compartment, its muscular frame instantly cracking and tearing open the ceiling.
Three massive heads and six eyes gleaming with cruel red light scanned everyone in the compartment simultaneously.
Thick saliva dripped from its sharp fangs, sizzling as it corroded holes into the floorboards.
The Dark Wizards' offensive faltered, clearly stunned by this sudden monster.
However, at the very moment everyone was awed by the Cerberus's imposing presence, Narcissa, hidden in the mist, made her move.
Without a moment's hesitation, she raised the pre-loaded magical crossbow in her right hand, while her left hand quickly glanced at the Live Map resting by her feet, which displayed the positions and statuses of everyone in the compartment.
Her gaze flicked to the dot representing the Cerberus on the map and instantly pulled the trigger.
*Whoosh!*
The bolt, coated in a dark green Potion, turned into a streak of silver light, precisely piercing through the battlefield of magic and smoke to strike the Cerberus right in the chin of its middle head.
There was no blood, only a dull thud of impact.
"Let's go!"
Narcissa whispered immediately, reaching out to grab Jerry's arm, preparing to leave amidst the chaos.
But Jerry simply flicked his wrist, effortlessly brushing her hand away.
There was no surprise on his face; instead, he wore an amused look of understanding.
The moment the bolt was fired, he had clearly recognized that the Potion on the arrowhead was not a lethal poison, but a powerful, deep sedative specifically formulated for large magical beasts.
They knew exactly what trump card the Ministry of Magic's Aurors had hidden in the suitcase, and had prepared a countermeasure in advance.
A cold smile played at the corner of Jerry's mouth.
It seemed there was a rather high-ranking mole inside the Ministry of Magic.
The sedative on the bolt took effect immediately.
The massive Cerberus let out a confused growl. Its three heads drooped limply, and its colossal body began to sway, on the verge of toppling over. The compartment floor groaned under its immense weight.
Narcissa knew very well that once this thing completely collapsed, this fragile compartment would be crushed directly into two.
But what of it?
Her mission was already complete.
All she had to do was retreat, leaving the rest to the Dark Wizards.
However, Jerry's objective was clearly different from hers.
His mission was to ensure the safe arrival of this train, and no one was allowed to disrupt it.
Without even looking at the collapsing beast, he simply waved his hand casually in Narcissa's direction.
Narcissa only felt a blur before her eyes, and her surroundings instantly shifted.
The next second, she was back in the compartment filled with the scent of Chocolate Frogs and her bodily fluids, with only those two lifeless illusions around her.
Meanwhile, in the chaotic battle compartment, Jerry's figure vanished on the spot.
In the next instant, he appeared behind the group of Dark Wizards.
No one noticed his arrival. Everyone's attention was focused on the collapsing Cerberus.
Right at that moment, Jerry struck.
He didn't even use a wand, simply raising his hands.
At that instant, his entire being seemed to transform into a forbidden magical turret.
Countless spells of various colors poured from his fingertips like a bursting torrent of magic.
Severing Charms, Blasting Curses, Fire Spells, Heart-Piercing Curses... He conjured all sorts of spells, both common and vicious, at an unbelievable speed, forming an airtight barrage of attacks.
In truth, in a head-on battle, Jerry might not have been guaranteed a victory against these Dark Wizards.
But striking first, combined with a sneak attack from behind...
Jerry was confident that even if their numbers were doubled, he could still take them down.
Naturally, there were some quick-witted individuals among the Dark Wizards.
But clearly, losing the initiative in a wizarding duel was fatal.
One Dark Wizard instinctively cast a "Protego," but a crimson beam of light pierced right through the thin magical shield as if it weren't even there, precisely impaling his heart.
This was the fifty percent spell penetration.
Another Dark Wizard tried to dodge, but three Severing Charms from different angles struck him simultaneously. His body was dismantled into several pieces mid-air without a single drop of blood spilling. The cuts were as smooth as mirrors, and all his life force was drained in an instant.
This was the one hundred percent critical hit effect.
The remaining Wizards simply didn't have such fast reaction times. In the face of this torrent of pure destructive spells, they didn't even have time to scream.
Their bodies were either blasted to dust, burned to ashes, or torn apart by Diffindo.
Within a mere two seconds, those thirteen Dark Wizards, along with the Cerberus that had only just begun to fall, were completely and cleanly wiped from this world by the brilliant yet lethal storm of spells, leaving behind nothing but a layer of fine black ash.
The threat was neutralized.
However, Jerry could not simply leave in peace.
For the moment Narcissa was teleported away, the thick black mist wrapping tightly around Jerry dissipated as well.
The two surviving Aurors and the three passengers were leaning against the walls, staring in shock at the fine black ash covering the floor, trying to comprehend the terrifying scene that had unfolded in less than three seconds.
As the mist cleared, their gazes fell in unison upon the boy standing alone in the center of the compartment.
An eleven-year-old child, wearing Hogwarts first-year robes, with a bit of baby fat still on his face.
Standing atop the ashes of thirteen Dark Wizards and a Cerberus, he looked so out of place, yet so eerie.
While everyone was still in a daze, the Flaming Giant Beast that had been keeping pace with the train let out an angry roar, its massive body leaping high into the air, preparing to deliver the final blow to the damaged compartment with its burning body.
Jerry merely glanced out the window.
He raised his hand and lightly flicked his finger toward the pouncing beast.
Still no incantation, no light. Only an invisible, extreme chill instantly crossed the distance of space.
*Sizz!*
The burning beast froze in mid-air.
The raging flames on its body seemed to have been paused.
The next second, it was completely encased in a thick layer of ice emitting an eerie blue glow.
Fire and flesh, along with its fierce expression, were sealed together inside a crystal-clear ice sculpture.
Driven by its immense momentum, the massive block of ice crashed onto the scorched plain, shattering into pieces.
Inside the compartment, the two surviving Aurors stood with their mouths agape, completely speechless.
Jerry turned around and looked at them.
An apologetic smile, fitting for his age, appeared on his face, and his tone was even a bit shy.
"I'm sorry!"
he said softly, his voice crisp and pleasant. "You've seen my face."
The moment the words fell.
All emotion vanished from his innocent eyes.
He raised his hand once more.
This time, it wasn't ice.
Golden-red flames erupted from his palm like a blooming lotus, instantly filling the entire compartment.
The fire lacked the heat of ordinary flames, yet it carried a will capable of directly annihilating the soul.
The expressions of the five survivors froze at the very instant shock turned to terror.
The basic Flame Spell, bolstered by a 100% critical hit rate, possessed terrifying power.
They had no chance to scream, no opportunity to resist, and didn't even feel any pain.
After the golden-red flames swept through, only five small piles of white ash, even finer than before, remained on the spot, scattering with the wind.
Jerry clapped his hands and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.
He turned his head slightly, casting his gaze behind a pile of charred luggage wreckage in the corner of the compartment.
There, a thin, small figure was curled up, shivering uncontrollably.
Pansy Parkinson was in an utterly wretched state at this moment.
Her exquisite school robes were covered in dust and tears, her pretty little face completely drained of color from fright. Those eyes, which usually held a hint of arrogance, were now filled with tears and terror, like a startled fawn.
Her ear-length black hair clung messily to her pale cheeks, accentuating her skin, which was as delicate as fine porcelain.
The girl's legs were pressed together, clad in a pair of snug, faintly shimmering flesh-colored thigh-high stockings. Her youthful skin was barely visible beneath the lace trim of the stockings, making her look like an exquisite, delicious little cake left in the ruins.
In her arms, she tightly clutched a small object wrapped in brown paper.
During the melee earlier, a fallen Auror had used the last of his strength to stuff it into her hands. Through the paper, she could feel that it seemed to be an irregular little stone.
Pansy had watched everything that had just happened with her own eyes.
That boy had turned those terrifying Dark Wizards and Ministry of Magic Aurors into ash as easily as crushing bugs.
That unimaginable, cold, and absolute power had nearly caused her to faint.
If not for the hot wind blowing through the gap, constantly reminding her of reality with its knife-like sting, she probably would have passed out long ago.
And now, that demon had found her.
Jerry walked over with slow steps.
He reached out and casually pushed aside the warped, half-collapsed compartment door, the metal scraping against the floor with a harsh, grating sound.
His gaze fell upon Pansy—no killing intent, no warmth, just a pure, objectifying calmness.
His gaze swept over her from head to toe, devoid of any emotion.
From her dust-streaked lips, slightly parted in terror, to her neck, which appeared exceptionally slender because she was curled up, and finally to the small, brown-paper-wrapped object she clutched tightly to her chest.
Finally, his gaze stopped on her feet.
One of the girl's delicate leather shoes had gone missing in the previous chaos, leaving only the other hanging lonely on her foot.
Her shoeless foot was thus exposed to the air.
The thin, skin-tight flesh-colored stocking clearly outlined her petite ankle and the curve of her slightly arched instep.
Wrapped in the stocking, her five small toes curled unconsciously out of nervousness, appearing pale and helpless.
A faint yet clearly audible sound of footsteps came from the distance, rapidly approaching this battered and broken compartment.
The sounds were somewhat disorganized, clearly belonging to more than one person.
Moreover, there were strong fluctuations of magical power.
It seemed they had only just arrived via the train's fireplace.
Jerry's eyes flickered.
Without turning back, he casually reached out toward Pansy and gave a light tap with his finger.
The girl had no time to react at all, feeling only an irresistible force enveloping her.
The next second, she lost her balance and, amidst extreme dizziness, was swept into the warped space once again along with Jerry.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself collapsed miserably on the ground.
Seeing that it was Jerry who had returned, Narcissabreathed a slight sigh of relief while simultaneously noticing Pansy.
At the same time, she noticed the "small stone" wrapped in brown paper that Pansy was clutching tightly in her arms!
"Powerful Wizards have boarded the train using Floo Powder."
"Hurry and throw your crossbows, Potions, and everything else out the window."
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"It would be quite embarrassing if we were searched later."
Jerry calmly said to Narcissa with a smile, while dismantling the jewelry embedded in his body, "Oh, you don't have to take out the butt plug! I believe no one will care about these small toys."
Chapter 17: A Wall Apart, Does That Count As Eyeing Someone Before Their Time?
Just as Jerry's mischievous reminder left his lips.
A cold notification sound, audible only to him, suddenly rang in his mind.
This was followed by a mandatory mission directive.
[System Notification: Mandatory mission released]
[Mission Name: Identity Concealment]
[Mission Objective: Ensure the host's true identity is not detected or exposed by any Wizard or magical creature until the train arrives at Hogsmeade Station.]
[Mission Reward: 100 Family Prestige points.]
[Failure Penalty: Immediately become one of the Ministry of Magic's top wanted criminals, subjected to endless pursuit until captured or eliminated.]
Jerry's smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.
The release of this mission undoubtedly added an unexpected layer of "fun" to this already unpredictable journey.
He glanced at Narcissa, who was struggling to digest the startling information his words conveyed—powerful Wizards, a search, and his unrestrained teasing.
Narcissa's face instantly turned pale, but she did not retort. Instead, a flicker of unwillingness and wariness flashed in her eyes, clearly already calculating how to deal with this sudden change.
Unlike Narcissa's forced composure, Pansy Parkinson, whom Jerry had abducted along with her, presented a completely different scene.
She was huddled in the corner like a frightened small animal, her face, usually adorned with an arrogant expression, now showed only pure terror.
Her hands clutched the brown paper parcel tightly, as if it were her only lifeline. Her body trembled uncontrollably from fear, and her eyes darted between Jerry and Narcissain horror.
Jerry removed the last magical item from his body.
A miniature shield rune embedded in his cuff—after taking it off, his scrutinizing gaze finally settled entirely on Pansy.
He didn't walk over, but simply raised his hand casually.
An invisible force instantly seized the parcel in Pansy's arms. The parcel, as if grasped by an unseen hand, detached from Pansy's desperate embrace and floated lightly into Jerry's hand.
He weighed it, and without even opening it for a look, casually tossed it to Narcissa.
"This should be what you want."
Jerry's tone was flat, as if speaking of a trivial matter, "However, it has a unique Wizarding mark, for tracking.
It cannot be erased!
At least, not within half an hour.
Hmm…"
His gaze swept over Narcissa, finally resting on a subtle spot behind her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "The emerald butt plug you're wearing has a storage space enchanted with a special Undetectable Extension Charm.
So, you… deal with it yourself!"
Narcissa took the parcel, her body stiffening involuntarily. Jerry's words drained the color from her face, replacing it with a blush of shame.
After dealing with the parcel, Jerry slowly walked over to Pansy.
He didn't bend down, but directly extended his leather-shoed foot and gently lifted Pansy's tear-stained chin with the tip of his shoe, forcing her to look up at him.
This humiliating action made Pansy tremble all over. Her mind went blank from immense fear, leaving only the instinct for survival.
"As for you!"
Her lips trembled as she stammered out a plea, "No… don't kill me… please, don't kill me!"
Jerry looked down at the tear-streaked face at his feet.
"Tell me!"
His voice was soft and cold, devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Each word cut into Pansy's nerves like a small knife: "Why shouldn't I kill you?"
"Tell me one reason not to kill you."
This question brought Pansy's pleas to an abrupt halt.
Her mind raced, trying to extract a glimmer of hope from this endless terror.
Family honor?
Wealth?
Before this demon who regarded human lives as mere grass, these things seemed so pale and powerless.
Meanwhile, Narcissa, standing by, felt a storm raging within her.
Storage space?
Narcissa's body trembled slightly.
She had always thought that the humiliating torture device Jerry had forcibly inserted into her only had tormenting functions: unexpected gales, convulsive electric currents, and the terrifying sensation of her insides being stretched full.
But now, Jerry told her that the pigeon-egg-sized emerald.
Actually contained such a crucial and practical magical function.
This discovery sent a chill down her spine.
It turned out he wasn't just torturing her, but also "equipping" her in ways she couldn't comprehend.
Jerry looked at the tear-streaked face at his feet, a playful curve on his lips.
He no longer pressed her, but slowly pulled a smooth black stone from the inner pocket of his Wizarding robe.
The stone glowed faintly in the dim carriage, it was a snapshot stone that could record images.
He again used the tip of his shoe to lift Pansy's chin, his eyes devoid of emotion, his tone as if instructing a mundane task: "Take off all your clothes, yourself!"
He said, glancing at the stunned Narcissa beside him: "If you don't know how to take them off, or if you waste my patience by dawdling, it won't just be about taking pictures."
Pansy's pupils suddenly constricted, and her body stiffened abruptly.
A sense of humiliation poured over her like ice water, but even more overwhelming than the humiliation was the threat of death.
She saw the undisguised cruelty in Jerry's eyes and knew this was no joke.
Trembling, she mechanically raised her hands, first unbuttoning her thick Wizarding robe.
The black Wizarding robe slipped off, revealing the school uniform she usually wore underneath.
She didn't hesitate, clumsily unbuttoning her sweater, then her white shirt.
With each item removed, another inch of her fair skin was exposed, and the air seemed to grow colder.
Her underwear and panties were in a cute style, with lace trim. The carefully chosen designs now seemed exceptionally ironic.
Pansy pulled them off with almost twisted fingers, her pale body exposed in the dim light.
She instinctively wanted to close her legs and cover her chest, but under Jerry's warning gaze, she helplessly lowered her hands.
Finally, her nude-colored stockings.
She bent down with difficulty, pulling off that thin layer, completely revealing her youthful legs.
An eleven-year-old body, with a slender waist and only a slight curve to her chest, her skin like mutton-fat jade.
Her freckle-free face was now flushed unnaturally red from extreme fear, and her eyes, usually carrying a hint of aloofness, now held only panic and pleading.
Jerry smiled contentedly, not missing any part of her body.
He held up the snapshot stone with one hand, letting it flash silently at Pansy, recording everything.
With the other hand, he took out two small metal clamps from his pocket.
The clamps had thin chains attached.
He walked towards Pansy, giving her no time to react, his fingertips cold as they touched her youthful pink buds.
Pansy gasped sharply, her body instantly rigid.
The small, erotic nipple clamps precisely pinched her tender protrusions, and the cold metal suddenly tightened, bringing a tingling, slightly painful sensation.
Pansy's breathing became rapid, her mouth slightly agape, a tiny, almost whispered moan escaping her throat.
Her eyes were fixed on Jerry, tears blurring her vision once more.
Jerry's tender, still somewhat chubby fingers gently hooked, and the thin chain was pulled.
The metal clamp on Pansy's upper body tightened accordingly, and the tender little jelly was tugged upwards by this sudden force, appearing somewhat taut.
"Ugh…"
A low groan escaped Pansy's throat, like a suppressed young beast, subtle yet clear.
Her back involuntarily arched backward, and her fair skin flushed faintly from the intertwining of pain and this strange stimulation.
She instinctively twisted her body, wanting to escape this peculiar pulling sensation, but found she had nowhere to run.
Immense shame and fear made her feel an emptiness in her lower body.
She trembled as she raised a hand, as if to cover something, her fingertips barely covering the area between her legs that had just been stripped of clothing.
Such a movement, with a touch of bewildered innocence, unconsciously emphasized her youthful secret, like a budding flower whose petals were forcibly peeled back, revealing an unblossomed allure in a passive posture.
Pansy's eyes became even more frantic, trying to seek a trace of pity or relief, tears once again blurring her vision.
Jerry's fingertips released the thin chain, and Pansy's tense body relaxed slightly, but the metallic foreign object clamped to her chest continued to provide a persistent, shameful stimulation.
He put away the snapshot stone, as if his recent fiddling was merely an afterthought, then his gaze returned to Pansy's face.
"Name."
His voice was calm, without fluctuation, yet carried an undeniable command.
Pansy whimpered, her voice broken and tearful as it escaped her lips: "Pan… Pansy… Parkinson."
Every breath tugged at the stinging pain in her chest.
"Very good, Miss Parkinson."
Jerry nodded slightly, as if confirming information about an item: "Continue. Your family, your parents' names, everything I would find useful, I want to know."
Under Jerry's cold gaze, Pansy dared not hide anything.
She choked out her family background, her parents' positions in the Ministry of Magic, and her family's connections to other pure-blood families, revealing everything in detail.
She was like a prisoner forced to expose all her secrets.
With each word, her face grew paler.
After listening to her confession, Jerry seemed satisfied. He raised his hand, and a blank piece of parchment appeared in his palm out of thin air.
Then, lines of strange characters shimmering with dark red light spread rapidly across the paper like living things, forming a complex contract.
He handed this newly drafted contract to Pansy.
Pansy looked at the contract radiating an ominous aura. She couldn't understand a single word on it, but the powerful magical binding force made her heart palpitate.
"Sign it!"
Jerry's voice held a hint of impatience: "The contract requires you to swear that everything you've seen and heard here today, including my existence… cannot be revealed to anyone in any form.
If you break your oath, even if you unintentionally utter a single letter directly related to me!"
Jerry paused, a gentle smile appearing on his face: "Then, only one outcome awaits you."
As his words fell, Jerry's fingers tightened abruptly again, pulling hard on the thin chain connected to the metal clamp.
"Ah!"
A short scream, a mix of pain and terror, burst from Pansy's throat.
Her already slightly perked chest was yanked upwards by this rough force, and her tender skin was marked with a clear red line.
The sharp stinging pain made her whole body involuntarily arch upwards, like a fish out of water. Her legs instinctively squeezed together, yet trembled slightly from weakness.
Jerry released his hand, the gentle smile on his face unchanged, as if that previous action was merely to emphasize his words.
He pushed the contract forward again, almost touching Pansy's face.
"Now, sign your name on it with your blood."
His voice was still soft, but to Pansy, it was more terrifying than any curse.