Chapter 32
Fear overwhelmed all reason.
Pansy looked at the parchment emitting an ominous aura before her, then at Jerry's completely calm eyes, knowing she had no choice.
Shivering, she raised her hand, put her thumb into her mouth, closed her eyes, and bit down hard.
A sharp pain tasting of rust came from her fingertip, and bright red beads of blood immediately seeped out.
With eyes full of tears, she stretched out her bleeding finger and, with all her strength, crookedly wrote her name at the end of the contract—'pansyparkinson'.
The moment the blood signature was completed, the entire parchment suddenly lit up with an eerie red light.
The strange writing on it seemed to come alive, swimming around the paper before the entire contract silently dissolved into countless tiny specks of light.
These specks of light split into two streams in the air. One stream, like attracted fireflies, merged directly into Pansy's chest, bringing a cold sensation.
The other stream flew toward Jerry, disappearing into his body.
The contract was established.
Only now did Jerry seem to lose interest, releasing the thin chain he had been pinching between his fingers.
Deprived of external pull, Pansy's red, ravaged little jelly sprang back, resting softly against her chest.
The tiny metal chain swayed slightly in the air due to inertia, brushing against her sensitive skin.
Jerry withdrew his gaze and casually waved his hand at Pansy, who was still trembling on the floor. "Alright, put your clothes on."
Pansy felt as if she had been granted a grand pardon, hurriedly reaching for her clothes on the floor, but Jerry's next words froze all her movements.
"Keep that little toy on. Don't take it off."
His tone was light, yet carried an unquestionable command. "Also, there's no need to wear your bra and panties. Give them to me as a gift!"
The heat of humiliation rushed up Pansy's cheeks once more, but she dared not raise any objection. Under Jerry's watchful gaze, she shyly skipped those two pieces of underwear, putting the cold shirt directly over her naked body, which still had the metal clips attached.
Just then, Narcissa, who had been standing aside in a fierce internal struggle, suddenly made a move.
She took two steps forward and stopped in front of Jerry.
Then, after an intense mental battle, she slowly bent over, turning her back to Jerry and sticking her buttocks high up in the air.
This shameful posture made all the blood in her body feel as if it had frozen.
"Could you... help me put it in?"
Her voice was as quiet as a mosquito's buzz, filled with bashfulness and pleading.
It turned out that during the preceding moments, Narcissahad secretly tried several times, but she simply couldn't store the item wrapped in kraft paper into the emerald gem behind her body.
Jerry had only told her that there was storage space there, but hadn't told her the activation incantation.
And the contents of this package were far too important to Narcissa.
So much so that she would rather completely cast aside her last shred of dignity and all her honor as a pure-blood Wizard to ask this youth who was toying with her for help.
"Of course!" Jerry's laughter rang out behind her, sounding exceptionally cheerful.
He stepped forward, holding the small package in one hand while his other hand slid restlessly between Narcissa's legs, which were completely exposed due to her posture.
His fingers found the wet crevice with practiced ease, his fingertips occasionally flicking her sensitive clitoris.
"Mmh..."
Narcissa's body shuddered uncontrollably, and a suppressed moan escaped her throat.
Just as she was growing weak all over from this sudden teasing, Jerry pressed the hard 'little stone' wrapped in kraft paper firmly against the cold gem behind her buttocks. While his fingers continued their teasing, he used the edge of the package to press hard against the base of the butt plug.
Seen from the side, Narcissa's posture appeared both submissive and full of tension.
Kneeling on the cold floor, she leaned her upper body forward, pressing her forearms and palms onto the opposite seat to support herself.
This action caused her waistline to form a soft, concave curve.
Her buttocks were consequently thrust high and completely exposed, becoming the highest point of her body's curves.
Her dark Wizard robes slid down her back, pooling around her waist and revealing a large expanse of her smooth back and rounded buttocks.
Due to this posture, the secret place between her legs was also laid bare without reservation, perfectly facilitating Jerry's actions.
His fingers wandered freely within that wet crevice. Every slight flick and press made Narcissa's supporting arms tremble uncontrollably, and her tensed thigh muscles quivered along with them.
She buried her face deeply in her arms, her long hair cascading down to hide the expression of shame and humiliation that must have filled her face.
Only from her white-knuckled hands and the occasional faint, suppressed gasps escaping from the depths of her throat could one glimpse the massive impact her heart was enduring.
Meanwhile, Jerry acted like a focused craftsman. With one hand, he continuously produced unbearable stimulation, while with the other, he used the hard package to press and squeeze the cold emerald gem behind her over and over with moderate force.
Knock, knock, knock!
The sudden knocking on the door sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet compartment, striking Narcissa's heart like a heavy hammer.
"Mother?
Are you alright?"
It was Draco's voice.
The young boy's voice carried a clear hint of worry and anxiety, followed immediately by louder pounding on the door.
This voice made Narcissa's entire body feel as if it had been struck by lightning, all her blood rushing to her head.
Her son, her most precious Draco, was right outside this door.
Yet she herself was kneeling before a youth not much older than her son in such an unsightly posture, letting him toy with her with his fingers.
An unprecedented wave of mixed fear and deviant stimulation swept through her entire body.
Shame almost swallowed her whole, but at the same time, her son's voice outside the door and the youth's malicious fondling behind her formed a taboo contrast so intense it made her dizzy.
In this extreme environment, her body's physical response became even more honest and intense.
Every flick of Jerry's fingertips seemed magnified several times over, causing the wetness between her thighs to intensify uncontrollably.
"Please..."
Narcissa's voice carried an uncontrollable sob and urgent pleading. She didn't even care to struggle, pinning all her hopes on the demon behind her. "Hurry... please, put it in quickly!"
"Mother?
Open the door!"
Draco's pounding on the door grew louder and louder.
Hearing her son's shouts outside and feeling the increasingly intense sensation inside her body, Narcissawas on the verge of a breakdown.
She stuck her buttocks out even harder, actively moving backward to accommodate him, completely delivering herself into Jerry's hands, silently urging him on.
Hearing Narcissa's tearful pleading, the smile on Jerry's face deepened.
Instead of speeding up, he deliberately moved the hard kraft paper package away from the entrance behind her, sliding it slowly downward to stop at that softer and wetter area.
The rough edge of the package pressed maliciously against her soft labia through the thin fabric.
He even used the corners of the package to grind back and forth with moderate force.
"Does it go in here?
Mrs. Malfoy?"
His voice was very low, carrying a teasing breath that reached Narcissa's ears with absolute clarity.
This insulting sentence was the final straw, completely breaking Narcissa's taut nerves.
Her body went limp, and she almost collapsed.
"No... not there... please... in the back..."
Her voice was shattered. Stuttering from extreme fear and shame, she couldn't even form a coherent sentence.
Just then, in addition to Draco's pounding, a steady adult male voice rang out from outside, clearly having noticed the commotion.
"Is there anything you need help with, young sir?"
The adult male's voice outside acted like a final alarm, causing the frozen air inside the compartment to instantly flow again.
While Draco anxiously explained to the official, the playfulness on Jerry's face vanished, replaced by an efficient coldness.
He stopped tormenting Narcissa. Holding the kraft paper package, he pressed it hard against the emerald gem behind her.
With a soft pop, the hard kraft paper package seemed to be sucked in, instantly vanishing without a trace.
Jerry immediately withdrew his hand, not sparing Narcissaanother glance.
He turned around and casually waved his hand toward the cute underwear Pansy had left on the floor. The two small pieces of fabric flew up automatically and were precisely stuffed into his pocket.
Next, he crushed an imperceptible tiny glass bead between his fingers.
An almost colorless and odorless sweet fragrance rapidly diffused within the sealed compartment.
He pulled over Pansy, who was already fully dressed next to him.
She hadn't even missed her stockings and leather shoes.
Under the effect of the potent sleeping potion, Pansy's body had already gone soft, her eyes unfocused.
Holding her, Jerry fell back onto the adjacent bench, closing his eyes as his breathing became steady and long, as if both of them had been hit by some magic and fallen unconscious at the same time.
Narcissa's reaction was also extremely fast.
Enduring all the discomfort and humiliation in her body, she gathered her messy robes as quickly as possible, covering up all traces that shouldn't be exposed.
She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet fragrance into her lungs, and then cooperatively rolled her eyes back, her body collapsing softly onto the floor, falling completely 'unconscious'.
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"Wake up, wake up!"
With a gentle shaking, Jerry opened his eyes groggily.
His vision was blurry at first, but then focused on a soft expanse of black.
It was a pair of well-proportioned legs wrapped in black stockings.
The stockings were not solid black; they were woven with exquisite lace patterns, and the lace trim at the edges was even more intricate and beautiful, extending all the way up to where they were covered by the Hogwarts freshman school robes.
He looked up along those legs, and what met his eyes was a face carrying a hint of bashfulness and loss.
It was Hannah Abbott, the girl he had met once before at the entrance of Flourish and Blotts.
She didn't seem to expect Jerry to wake up suddenly. Seeing him resting on her lap, with even a trace of shiny drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, her cheeks couldn't help but flush with a rosy blush.
She was also wearing brand-new Hogwarts robes, which likewise lacked any house crests, indicating that like Jerry, she was an incoming first-year freshman.
However, unlike their last meeting at the bookstore, today she had chosen more mature and sexy black stockings instead of her previous white ones.
Jerry's brain was still a bit groggy. He subconsciously nudged his head; the spot he was resting on was soft and warm, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance, far more comfortable than the train compartment's bench.
His gaze remained on Hannah's face, watching her flushed cheeks and dodging eyes due to her embarrassment.
His gaze involuntarily drifted down her body, passing over her brand-new robes.
Perhaps because of her sitting posture, or perhaps due to the nudging motion just now, the hem of her robes was slightly turned up at one corner, barely rolling up to her thighs.
This angle was just right.
Looking from Jerry's lying-down perspective, past the enticing black lace pattern edge, above that small patch of thigh wrapped in stockings, a splash of color completely incompatible with her overall mature style quietly caught his eye.
It was the edge of a small piece of cotton fabric, printed with a brightly colored Mickey Mouse head, which was grinning and laughing cheerfully.
Jerry wanted to sit up, but the power of the potion still lingered in his head.
He felt his body as if it were filled with lead, lazily heavy.
However, a piercing gaze, like a cold blade, instantly stabbed into the depths of his consciousness, pinning all his movements in place.
Chapter 33
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tall figure.
She wore a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, her gaze behind the lenses cold as ice, sweeping over everything with an unquestionable scrutiny.
She wore a well-tailored black suit that looked less like an Auror uniform and more like a haute couture gown for some high-society gala.
Her long, straight legs were clad in delicate fishnet stockings, and her high heels made a faint clicking sound with each step.
Her fingers gently tapped the window frame beside her in a slow, powerful rhythm, each tap seeming to warn of some invisible boundary.
The arrogance and nobility radiating from her very bones made her look completely out of place in this slightly disheveled carriage.
Her gaze lingered on Jerry for only a brief moment before indifferently shifting away to scan the rest of the carriage.
Scattered around were a few other injured Wizardapprentices and Wizards.
Some clutched their arms, while others were pale, all sitting silently in their seats, none of them daring to make much noise.
The air was filled with a faint scent of fluxweed and some kind of disinfectant.
Jerry's gaze swept past the stern female Auror and came to rest on the opposite seat.
Narcissa and Pansy were sitting there. Draco was curled up in Narcissa's arms, his small face buried in her chest, his shoulders shaking with sobs, his eyes red and swollen like ripe berries—the very picture of a child who hadn't been weaned yet.
Narcissa held her son tightly, her face pale, her eyes filled with an unreadable complexity.
Her legs were pressed tightly together, knees and ankles almost glued, her hips tucked in—that deliberately suppressed posture silently spoke of some unspeakable burden.
Pansy sat next to Narcissa, where a healer witch was bending over, gently examining her.
Pansy's arms were crossed tightly over her chest, trying hard to cover the areas that had been tortured by the clamps. Her fair neck and ears were slightly flushed, clearly still feeling embarrassed by her recent ordeal.
When Jerry's gaze inadvertently swept over her, Pansy's body suddenly stiffened, and her already flushed cheeks instantly lost all color, turning deathly pale.
Almost instinctively, she closed her eyes tightly, lowered her gaze in a panic as if she had been burned, and quickly looked away, not daring to look at Jerry again.
The carriage door was pushed open again, and a Ministry of Magic official in dark robes walked in quickly. With a solemn expression, he quickly locked onto his target in the chaotic carriage and walked straight toward the female Auror with glasses. The two spoke in hushed tones; the official leaned in to whisper in her ear, keeping his voice very low, but Jerry's hearing still caught a few muffled words—'Director', 'order'.
The female Auror's expression suddenly changed, her cold eyes instantly turning fierce and sharp, like a predator locking onto its prey.
She no longer hid it, her voice cold and powerful, cutting through all the quiet murmurs in the carriage: "Which one?"
The Ministry of Magic official's gaze swept over the dozen or so apprentices and Wizards, finally freezing on Jerry.
He raised his hand and pointed his index finger at Jerry, his tone slightly hesitant, yet carrying unquestionable certainty: "It's... him."
As soon as the words fell, the beautiful Auror with glasses walked straight toward Jerry, her high heels clicking loudly.
Every step she took carried a distinct sense of oppression. She finally stopped in front of him, looking down from above, her gaze behind the lenses piercing through Jerry's still-sluggish consciousness like a blade.
Her voice carried a chill as she asked grimly:
"Are you that remnant of the Rosier Family?"
Jerry's pupils contracted slightly when he heard the word "remnant."
Although the residual effects of the potent sleeping potionwere still dragging down his nerves and making his limbs heavy, this insulting chill was like a bucket of ice water, snapping him completely awake.
Instead of answering immediately, he propped himself up on the seat with his elbows and sat up unhurriedly, while politely but firmly moving away from Hannah Abbott's soft thighs.
Only after doing this did he look up to meet the sharp, hawk-like gaze directed at him through her lenses. As a vulnerable youth, his eyes were remarkably calm, devoid of the fear or panic typical of someone his age.
"Yes, ma'am," his voice was clear and steady, breaking the tense atmosphere in the carriage. "My last name is Rosier.
But I am no remnant."
The woman stared deeply at Jerry through her glasses for a few seconds, as if weighing whether his calmness was a facade or his true nature.
Wasting no more words, she reached out with a leather-gloved hand and grabbed Jerry by the back of his neck, hoisting him up like a small animal.
Jerry only felt an irresistible force suddenly lift him from his seat, his small, thin frame looking even more fragile before her tall figure.
Then, the surrounding scenery instantly twisted and stretched, as if the entire world were being crumpled into a ball.
An intense, almost dizzying pressure pressed in from all sides, squeezing every pore of his body, while a ringing echoed deep inside his eardrums.
When the discomfort receded like a tide, Jerry found himself in another carriage.
It was a cramped, windowless, sealed space, with the only door looking exceptionally thick. The light was dim, with only a single magic lamp at the ceiling casting a faint glow and long shadows. The air was thick with an indescribable, musty scent.
The Auror with glasses let go, and Jerry swayed slightly before managing to steady himself.
With her arms crossed, she stood before him, looking down. The well-tailored black suit outlined her tall, slender figure, making her presence feel intensely oppressive.
As for Jerry, standing there, his thin shoulders were a good deal lower than her waistline, making him look like an object at her feet that could be ignored at any moment. She glanced at him contemptuously, her gaze landing on his collar as if looking at a dusty rag.
"Now then, Rosier," her voice grew even colder, carrying a harsh edge. "Here, you can tell me everything you know."
"What I know?"
Jerry looked up, putting on a perfectly calibrated expression of confusion and innocence. "Ma'am, I don't quite understand what you mean. I'm just a student on my way to Hogwarts. What could I possibly know?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the gaze behind the thin-rimmed glasses suddenly contracted, and a sliver of suppressed, almost twisted hatred instantly broke through her cold facade.
"Still playing tough!"
Without another word, she abruptly raised her long leg clad in fishnet stockings, and her sharp high heel kicked Jerry mercilessly in the abdomen with a rush of wind.
A massive force hit him, and Jerry's small body immediately flew backward like a puppet with its strings cut, slamming heavily onto the cold floor as a sharp groan escaped his throat.
Before he could catch his breath, a high-heeled foot came down. It wasn't overly heavy, but it stepped on his chest with an air of absolute dominance.
The sharp heel pressed precisely against his sternum through his robes, bringing a sharp, clear pain.
Forced to look upward, Jerry's breath hitched.
Looking from his angle on the floor, the hem of her well-tailored black skirt was pulled up due to her raised leg. The pattern of her fishnet stockings stopped abruptly at her upper thigh, secured by an exquisite garter belt.
Above that lay a patch of fair, bare skin, and a glimpse of the edge of her black lace panties.
The woman leaned forward slightly, completely enveloping him in her shadow.
"Damn brat... Rosier, fine!"
Her voice squeezed through her teeth, every word like a shard of poisoned ice.
Her hatred was no longer hidden in the slightest, almost manifesting physically to fill the small carriage.
The sharp heel did not move away; instead, she ground it lightly against his chest, as if rubbing out a stubborn stain.
With every twist, the concentrated pressure made Jerry's breath hitch.
"Bastard... the little bastard left of the House of Rosier."
Her voice was no longer a cold interrogation, but carried a hoarseness mixed with pleasure and pain. She bent down, bringing her face close to Jerry's, her eyes behind the lenses staring intently at him: "You are just like your damn beast of a father, both of you having such disgusting faces."
She tapped his sternum rhythmically with the toe of her shoe, as if keeping time. "I'm asking you a question, are you mute?
Or is it that you people from the House of Rosier only like to talk when you're being stepped on?"
The pressure from her high heel intensified, and Jerry could clearly hear his ribs creaking.
"Look at my shoe," she commanded, pressing down with her heel to force Jerry to focus. "Do you know that this pair of shoes is one of the few relics left by my mother?
Every time I put them on, I remember how your bastard father broke their bones one by one.
Now, it's stepping on his son's bones. Tell me, isn't that fair?"
Her words slithered into Jerry's ears like venomous snakes, but her actions were even more direct.
She lifted her foot, and with a grating sound of leather rubbing against fabric, she aimed the toe of her shoe at Jerry's face, roughly grinding the dusty leather against his cheek.
"Why aren't you speaking?
Use your mouth to tell me, where are all the things your father hid?"
Before Jerry could react, she pinched his jaw, forcing his mouth open.
Then, her foot clad in fishnet stockings, along with her stiletto heel, was shoved brutally into his mouth.
The salty, metallic taste of leather and sweat instantly filled his mouth, and the sharp heel pressed against his palate, cold and hard.
The rough mesh of the fishnet stockings scraped against his tongue and the inner walls of his mouth, bringing a burning sensation.
His mouth was stretched to its limit, saliva running uncontrollably down her ankle and the shoe, letting out meaningless "wuwu" whimpers.
She seemed to thoroughly enjoy this absolute dominance, pulling out her wand with her other hand and lightly tapping his face, which was a mess of saliva and shoe.
"Crucio!"
An invisible magic struck him.
It wasn't the mind-shattering agony of the Cruciatus Curse, but a more insidious, lingering torture.
Jerry felt as if countless tiny needles of ice were piercing his skin all over his body simultaneously, stabbing in and twisting, bringing waves of sharp, dense pain.
His body twitched uncontrollably under the pain, but the foot in his mouth firmly blocked any screams that were about to escape, leaving only more intense whimpers squeezed from the depths of his throat.
Jerry's body twitched uncontrollably under the ice-needle pain, the foot blocking his throat tightly, crushing any sound of resistance into meaningless whimpers.
He could clearly feel deep inside his stretched-open mouth that his Adam's apple was bobbing with difficulty from nausea, yet he could only swallow the salty taste and the rough texture of the fishnet.
A slightly brighter beam of light cut through the gloom like a sword, falling upon the tall figure of the Auror.
Outside the door stood a woman in a dark blue uniform, her hair neatly pinned up, bearing a cold, imposing aura of natural authority.
It was Captain Mina.
Her gaze swept over the mess inside the carriage.
Finally, it locked onto the thin boy pinned under the heel of the Auror with glasses, his mouth stuffed with her high heel.
Her eyes, usually calm and composed, were now filled with shock and fury.
Captain Mina's face darkened instantly. Without any wasted words, she stepped into the carriage, her military boots making a firm sound.
She marched straight up and grabbed the Auror's arm. Her grip, though seemingly casual, carried an unquestionable command.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
Her voice carried an irrepressible anger; though she kept it low, it sounded exceptionally loud in the cramped carriage.
"You've gone mad!"
Captain Mina almost instinctively yanked the arm of the Auror with glasses to the side, forcing her away from Jerry.
As the high heel was pulled from Jerry's mouth, air rushed into his lungs, causing him to cough violently.
Captain Mina immediately stood in front of Jerry, shielding him entirely with her body like a female leopard protecting her cub, her angry eyes glaring directly at the Auror.
Selina Vane, the Director of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office, was forced back a few steps by Captain Mina's yank from her position looming over Jerry.
Her cold eyes shot an even sharper, murderous glare through her lenses, sweeping past Captain Mina's shielding back before finally landing on Jerry's disheveled face.
"Captain Mina! Do you have any idea what you're doing?"
Selina's voice was even sharper than before, carrying a trace of offended fury. "You dare obstruct my investigation?!"
Captain Mina's body didn't waver in the slightest, still firmly shielding Jerry. She looked directly at Selina, her tone carrying a trace of painful helplessness:
"An investigation? Selina, this is no longer an investigation! You're acting on impulse!"
Captain Mina's gaze swept over Jerry's wet lips and his chest where he had been stepped on by her high heel. "To you, he is just a named descendant of the Rosiers, and you can slap any label you want on him.
But... you cannot do this!
Don't forget who you are. You are now the Director of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Office, responsible for the entire Wizarding World!"
The corner of Selina's mouth curled into a cold, thin smile, the anger in her eyes churning like magma.
She shook off Captain Mina's grip on her arm and straightened her suit, which had been slightly wrinkled from Captain Mina's pulling.
"Responsible?
Responsible to whom?
Do you really think I've forgotten?
Captain Mina, you also watched my parents die at that madman's hands!
They were tortured for three whole days and nights by what you call the 'Rosier Family'—by that bastard—without even a whole corpse left!"
She pointed at Jerry in fury, her eyes wishing they could skin him alive. "Now, he has inherited the Rosier bloodline, inherited the sins of that family.
Is it really so hard for you to just let me ask him where he hid that damn thing?
Or do you think he deserves your sympathy and protection?"
"He wasn't even born yet!"
Captain Mina deepened her tone, her voice revealing an undisguised sorrow: "And how can you be sure it's him? Is it just because of his surname? The Rosier Family has already fallen; he is just an innocent bystander!
The Wizard robes he's wearing were bought by me! Selina, it's all in the past!"
Captain Mina's words were like an invisible slap, striking at Selina's taut nerves.
Selina's eyes trembled violently behind her lenses, as if she had been enraged to the extreme by Captain Mina's words, "It's all in the past."
She was tense all over, like an arrow ready to be fired, and the cold aura emanating from her bones almost froze everything in this confined space.
Her gaze darted back and forth between Captain Mina's resolute face and Jerry, who was curled up behind her, as if struggling to suppress emotions that were about to overflow.
She knew Captain Mina was stating facts; the death of her parents and the fall of the Rosier Family had already become the past.
But those scenes deep in her memory, that pain of loss, had never "passed"; they were marks branded onto her soul.
She raised her hand, pointing her index finger at Jerrybehind Captain Mina, her fingertip trembling slightly.
"Innocent?" Selina's voice lowered further, filled with intense mockery, "Captain Mina, how innocent do you think a Rosier can be? The filth flowing in his blood cannot be washed away so easily."
Selina's chest heaved as she forced herself to shift her gaze away from Jerry's face, which reminded her of hatred, and instead met Captain Mina's eyes.
She straightened her back again, forcibly suppressing the almost uncontrollable hatred, replacing it with a layer of cold, official authority belonging to a Department Head of the Ministry of Magic.
"Now the Philosopher's Stone is missing, and so many people have died." Selina's voice steadied, but every word sounded like it had been tempered in ice: "I believe he is the suspect. I am taking him back to the Ministry of Magicfor investigation!"
This excuse was high-sounding, packaging all her previous extreme behavior as reasonable official business. Captain Mina saw through her intentions immediately, her eyes revealing undisguised disappointment.
"Selina, spare me that." Captain Mina's voice was as cold and hard as iron as she stepped forward, shielding Jerrymore completely behind her: "I've said it before. Your so-called'suspicion' is merely your one-sided claim. Unless you can provide evidence, don't even think about touching a hair on his head."
Selina looked at Captain Mina's unyielding stance, the coldness in her eyes behind the lenses intensifying.
Verbal confrontation had lost its meaning; she decided to use action to assert her authority.
"Evidence?" Selina sneered, raising the wand in her hand, the tip pointing directly at Jerry behind Captain Mina, "Then let's start with a body search!"
She didn't even give Captain Mina any time to react, a short spell spilling from her lips. An invisible force of magicinstantly swept towards Jerry.
The Hogwarts robe on him, bought by Captain Mina, along with the shirt and trousers underneath, were as if torn apart violently by an invisible pair of hands, turning into shredded rags that scattered and flew, eventually dissipating into the air, leaving only a few strands of black fabric fibers swirling in the air.
The sudden turn of events left Jerry completely exposed under the dim light of the carriage.
Jerry's body still carried the softness of a youth not yet fully faded; his skin was fair, and his limbs were slender.
However, against this frailty, the thing hanging between his legs appeared exceptionally abrupt and discordant. Compared to his still-immature body, the size of that flesh was astonishing.
It was currently hanging limply, the tip slightly contracted due to the previous tension and pain, revealing a pale red hue. The dense black hair at the base had just formed, further highlighting the thickness and maturity of that organ, which far exceeded his age.
Captain Mina's breath hitched; she could hardly believe that Selina would commit such an outrageous act. She subconsciously wanted to take off her own coat to cover Jerry, but Selina's next move was faster than hers.
There was no hesitation on Selina's face; she looked at that thick, massive object which was completely inconsistent with the youth's frail body, the hatred and disgust in her eyes almost solidifying.
She raised the foot clad in a sharp high heel, aiming at Jerry's fragile vital point, intending to stomp down hard.
"Stop!" Captain Mina shouted sharply. Almost at the same time, an imperceptible fluctuation of magic popped from Captain Mina's fingertips.
Just as Selina's heel was about to touch Jerry's skin, that exquisite black high heel, along with its sharp metal heel, turned into invisible dust in an instant, dissipating into nothingness.
Losing the support of the shoe, Selina's foot continued to fall downward due to inertia.
Ultimately, that soft, warm foot, wrapped only in a layer of black fishnet stockings, landed squarely and completely on Jerry's thick shaft, and because of the downward force, pressed it against his flat lower abdomen.
The contact between the soft sole and the warm flesh brought a strange and bizarre sensation. The fine mesh of the fishnet stockings, separated by a thin layer, rubbed against the sensitive skin underneath.
Selina froze for a moment, and then a greater fury surged into her heart.
She looked down at her foot, which was pressed against the dirtiest place of a Rosier "remnant" in such a shameful way, making her feel a wave of nauseating disgust.
"Little bastard!" She cursed through gritted teeth, her foot grinding down uncontrollably, "Do you think it's over just like that? Can Captain Mina protect you for a moment, and protect you for a lifetime? Look at this dirty thing of yours, only capable of thinking with your lower body!"
Under the pressure exerted by her foot and the friction of the mesh, the shaft beneath Jerry, which had originally been hanging limply, uncontrollably twitched slightly, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, began to slowly engorge and rise.
Selina looked at her foot, wrapped in fishnet stockings, pressing in such a shameful way against Jerry's rapidly erect object.
The disgust surging from the depths of her bloodline intertwined with a morbid, vengeful pleasure.
The youth before her was like his father's sins reappearing before her in a living, and even provocative, manner.
She leaned down again, bringing a condescending chill, and forced her eyes behind the lenses close to Jerry, until her cold breath could almost spray onto his face.
"Look, this is the true nature of your Rosier house." Her voice carried a sharp mockery, laced with a certain ignited fury, "Even when being stepped on, when being humiliated, you can still get hard! Like a dog in heat, wagging its tail when it sees stimulation... Who do you think you can fool with your reaction?"
Before the words faded, her slender yet powerful foot lifted slightly, and two toes, the index and middle, with the delicate yet friction-filled texture of the fishnet stockings, like two sharp pincers, precisely and mercilessly clamped onto Jerry's already engorged and swollen shaft.
The force of her toes was neither too light nor too heavy, just enough to feel the veins and throbbing of that object, and sufficient to bring a sense of intense oppression of being maliciously controlled.
"Ngh...!" A low, muffled groan escaped from Jerry's throat, unable to be suppressed.
It was not a moan of pain, nor a gasp of pleasure, but a complex sound mixed with extreme shame, physiological stimulation, and a sense of powerlessness.
The toes wrapped in the stockings, as if possessing magic, accurately and mischievously squeezed the sensitive tip and the fragile shaft.
The fine mesh embedded into the slightly reddened skin, and every inch of the soft flesh being pinched clearly transmitted sensations that could not be ignored.
His body arched abruptly, his thin shoulders trembling violently due to this sudden, intense stimulation, sweat sliding down from his temples.
"What? Can't hide it anymore so soon?" Selina chuckled lowly, her tone filled with playfulness and contempt.
The force in her foot did not relax; instead, with a hint of tricky playfulness, she gently twisted it back and forth, feeling the throbbing and struggling of that object in her hold.
From this youth's defenseless physiological reaction, she drew a morbid satisfaction that the blood feud against the Rosier Family had finally been vented.
Seeing Selina's humiliation becoming increasingly out of control, a flash of determination crossed Captain Mina's eyes.
She no longer tried to use words to persuade someone whose mind was clouded by hatred.
Captain Mina stepped forward abruptly, extended her hands, and pushed hard against Selina's shoulders.
This force was not particularly huge, but it caught Selinaoff guard. Selina stumbled and was forced to take two steps back, and the foot that was still abusing Jerry also had to be withdrawn.
Taking advantage of this gap, Captain Mina had already stood between the two, shielding Jerry completely behind her.
With a crisp sound of wood rubbing against air, she had already drawn her wand, the tip steadily pointing at her close friend, who was now her immediate superior.
"You've lost your mind!" There was no longer any hesitation in Captain Mina's voice, only cold determination: "I'll say this one last time, the law is the law, and the laws of the Ministry of Magic require evidence.
If you cannot produce any evidence and continue to use lynching and humiliation, then don't blame me for turning against you."
Her gaze was firm and sharp, like a drawn sword, containing no personal emotion, only an unshakeable defense of principles and order.
Her hand gripping the wand was steady and powerful, indicating that she was prepared to defend every word she said with magic.
Selina's hand froze in mid-air, her face ashen. Captain Mina's wand pointed directly at Selina, the atmosphere between the two tense to the extreme.
Jerry was curled up behind Captain Mina, stark naked, his chest still heaving rapidly from the previous stimulation, his mouth full of the bitter taste of leather from having been blocked by the high heel just moments ago.
However, right in the middle of this suffocating standoff, a physiological reaction beyond everyone's expectations suddenly descended.
Thick liquid, carrying the unique heat and viscosity of a youth's body, like a small fountain, suddenly gushed out from the tip of his already highly erect shaft.
That force and momentum, far exceeding the restraint expected at his age, carried an almost explosive swiftness, splashing directly towards Selina, who was a few steps away and in the middle of the standoff (in a parabolic angle).
Neither Selina nor Captain Mina had anticipated this sudden turn of events.
White bodily fluid, mixed with the not-yet-fully-coagulated pungent liquid, in a manner that caught them off guard. Like a mortar, it splashed precisely and unerringly onto Selina's face.
A portion clung stickily to her thin-rimmed glasses, blurring her vision.
More flowed slowly and sinuously down her smooth, taut cheeks, from her forehead to the bridge of her nose, from the corners of her eyes to the corners of her mouth.
A few drops even splashed into her slightly parted lips due to shock, carrying warmth and a pungent, foul odor, fine and scattered like specks of stars, and also stained her coiled hair and the collar of her black suit.
Selina froze instantly; all the confrontation and anger solidified at this moment.
The cold yet turbid, physiologically shocking wetness traveled along her facial nerves and drilled directly into her mind.
The intense scent, carrying the unique masculine aura of Jerry's body, instantly permeated the confined carriage.
A few seconds of dead silence.
In the dead silence, Selina made an action that made Captain Mina feel horrified.
Selina, like a cat with a near-morbid curiosity, brought the index finger stained with Jerry's bodily fluid to her lips.
Her lips parted slightly, her tongue tip extended, and as if tasting some novel food, she licked that finger.
That warm, thick liquid with a strong pungent odor touched her most sensitive taste buds just like that.
Salty, slightly bitter, carrying an indescribable primitive aura belonging to a male creature.
Selina's movements stopped.
On Selina's face, that near-manic rage, at this moment, strangely faded a little, replaced by a twisted expression, as if she were seriously thinking and comparing.
She was like a rigorous alchemist, analyzing an unfamiliar material.
"Not milk..." She muttered indistinctly in a voice only she could hear.
That expression seemed as if she were truly confused and disappointed that this puddle of liquid was not something she was familiar with.
Captain Mina watched her like this and only felt a chill crawl up her back.
She knew that Selina's mental state had reached an extremely dangerous edge.
"I'm going to kill you!" She roared almost hysterically, her wrist turning, the pitch-black wand pointing at Jerry like lightning, the tip gathering dangerous red light, the killing intent gushing out as if it were tangible.
However, Captain Mina's reaction was faster.
She did not hesitate at all, lunging forward, her body pressing tightly against Selina, almost violently clasping her in her arms.
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At the moment before Selina's spell was fully uttered, Captain Mina had already decisively recited a spell, and taking the frantically struggling head of the Auror Office in her arms, she vanished from the carriage instantly.
The carriage fell into dead silence once again, leaving only Jerry's rapid breathing and the heavy, fishy scent of male pheromones lingering in the air.
After the two Aurors disappeared, Jerry's body swayed, and he struggled to crawl up from the floor.
He looked down at his legs stained with white liquid, as well as the fishy scent remaining on his body.
He stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked his dry lips, and spat out the mixture of saliva and the faint taste of leather that had stained the back of his throat when he was gagged earlier.
He raised his head, those eyes that were originally filled with helplessness and pain.
At this moment, it was as if the layers of foggy disguise had receded, becoming deep and cold.
The corners of Jerry's mouth slowly curled into a cold arc, his eyes filled with contempt.
"Hmph… There will be plenty of time!"
He mocked in a low voice, his tone carrying a trace of imperceptible hoarseness, as if he were a completely different person from his previous performance.
He stroked his own body, feeling the chill in the air, but his face held the satisfaction of having survived a disaster, along with a hint of smugness.
"Fortunately, I took off all those magic accessories on my body in advance!"
He muttered to himself, his voice extremely soft, as if enjoying a secret only he understood: "Otherwise, I would have really been exposed."
Not long after, the door of the carriage was pushed open again.
This time, a young Witch with delicate features entered, wearing a neat Ministry of Magic uniform; she looked like Selina's secretary.
Her expression was somewhat stiff, her eyes carrying an official coldness, yet hiding an uncontrollable panic.
She handed a neatly folded Hogwarts uniform to Jerry, her gaze deliberately avoiding his naked body.
"You…" Her voice was somewhat stiff, sounding like she was reciting orders: "Put on your clothes as quickly as possible and leave here. Whatever happened today… must be kept strictly confidential. The Ministry of Magic will handle everything."
Jerry keenly captured the flicker in her eyes and her tightened lips, knowing that she probably only knew a little about what had just happened in the carriage, and was not clear about the specific details.
He quickly put on his clothes, left the carriage stained with wet, fishy smells and the Auror's anger, and walked straight to the compartment where he had been originally.
The train was on its way again, the wheels rolling rhythmically on the tracks. Outside the compartment door, a soft intake of breath from Narcissa could be heard; it seemed she was waiting for him by the door.
Seeing Jerry approach, Madam Narcissa immediately pulled open the door of the compartment.
"Are… are you alright!"
Jerry smiled and shook his head, then his gaze crossed over Narcissa's shoulder, seeing inside the compartment—Draco was pestering Pansy, asking something incessantly; that appearance of completely ignoring the tense atmosphere around him formed a sharp contrast to the mama's boy from just a moment ago.
With a snap of Jerry's fingers, a faint ripple of magicflashed, and the sound of Draco pestering Pansy came to an abrupt end.
His eyes rolled back, his body slid down softly, and he collapsed onto the soft seat with a muffled thud.
The compartment instantly fell into dead silence.
The worry on Madam Narcissa's face froze; she turned around, looking at her unconscious son in disbelief, and then suddenly turned back to look at Jerry.
Pansy Parkinson was even more scared, her face turning pale; she curled up in the corner of the seat, looking at the fainted Draco, and then looked at Jerry, who had closed the compartment door, in terror, as if she were looking at a familiar yet strange monster.
The smile on Jerry's face did not change, as if he had just done a trivial thing.
He pulled the handle of the compartment door, closed it gently, and shut out the view from the outside. He turned to Narcissa, his voice still gentle, carrying a hint of reassurance.
"Madam Malfoy, it was too noisy; it would disturb your rest."
He explained, his tone as flat as if he were saying the weather was nice today.
[System Prompt: Mandatory Task "Identity Concealment" completed.]
[Task Reward: 100 Family Prestige points have been issued.]
The corner of Jerry's mouth curled into an imperceptible smile, his heart relaxing slightly.
He glanced at the unconscious Draco, at Pansy, who was still somewhat shaken, and at Narcissa, who was looking at him with complicated eyes.
However, before he could fully digest this brief moment of relaxation, a more urgent and cold system prompt sounded in his mind once again.
[System Prompt: New long-term task released]
[Task Name: Deep Sea Concealment]
[Task Type: Main Quest — Identity Concealment (Long-term)]
[Task Objective: As the fundamental cornerstone of the host in the magic world, you must continuously and comprehensively hide your true bloodline and power, blending into your disguised identity until you obtain official permission from the system or achieve specific stage goals.]
[Task Progress: 0%]
[Task Reward: Issued in stages based on the level of concealment and influence.]
[Failure Penalty: Once the true identity is exposed, the host will immediately become the target of the entire magic world, all existing disguises will be destroyed, all Family Prestige will be reset to zero, and the ultimate penalty of "World-Ending Crisis — Surrounded by Enemies" will be triggered immediately.]
"Long-term task…" Jerry's eyes darkened slightly.
So that was just an appetizer.
However… it sounds quite interesting!
Chapter 19: Your mother is really beautiful, Draco Malfoy!
The train had left land at some point, and the entire carriage was shrouded in a deep, dark blue light.
Outside the window, it was no longer fields and mountains retreating rapidly, but a slow, tranquil, yet bizarre underwater world.
Huge seaweed swayed like a forest, and schools of strange fish with glowing tail fins swam curiously past the carriage window.
The sound of the rolling wheels was filtered by the thick liquid medium, becoming exceptionally dull, leaving only a low hum, making the entire interior of the carriage seem even quieter.
This strange underwater journey lasted for a while.
Then, the light outside the carriage window began to brighten.
The water color shifted from deep blue to emerald green, then to a transparent pale yellow, as sunlight penetrated the water surface, casting shimmering fragments of light inside the carriage.
The train's forward motion changed slightly, and a feeling of climbing upwards came.
Immediately following, accompanied by a slight vibration, the upper half of the carriage windows broke through the water surface first.
The whole world seemed to be divided by a horizontal line; the upper half was the grayish-blue sky of the evening, and the lower half was still the rippling water.
Finally, the entire train rushed out of the water completely, splashing up huge white waves.
That familiar, rhythmic "clack-clack" sound returned to his ears, and the smooth gliding sensation was replaced by the slight undulations caused by the friction between the wheels and the tracks.
The train broke out of the water and moved steadily forward along the winding coastline.
The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and twilight gathered, dyeing the whole world in a layer of deep blue-purple.
In the distance, a magnificent Castle could be vaguely seen looming in the mist; that was the core of the Wizards in this unique world—Hogwarts.
This was not Earth, but another world nourished by extremely dense magic elements; abundant magicpermeated every inch of land and air like breathing, making it the habitat tailor-made for the Wizards of this realm.
Inside the compartment, Draco was still in a deep sleep, his body rising and falling slightly with the train's gentle swaying.
Pansy was like a frightened young beast, curling herself in the corner of the seat, her arms tightly hugging her knees, her eyes staring blankly at the floor, seemingly still immersed in the terror from just a moment ago.
Narcissa leaned elegantly against the back of the seat, gazing at the rapidly retreating scenery outside the window, attempting to cover all the discomfort and chaos under her perfect aristocratic demeanor.
However, the occasional micro-adjustments of her hips as the train swayed betrayed her body, which had not fully relaxed, and the lingering tension deep in her heart.
Jerry ended his short meditation, and those chaotic thoughts flowed calmly through his mind like a tide.
He ignored the sleeping Draco and the shaken Pansy, simply and leisurely finding a clean Hogwarts school uniform from his luggage.
In front of the remaining two people in the compartment, he calmly took off his soaked black robes and shirt.
His young body had the lean frame unique to a teenager, with smooth lines, glowing with a healthy honey color in the dim light of the carriage.
However, beneath this seemingly thin body lay a powerful, lean strength far exceeding his peers. The moment his trousers slid down to his ankles, the "secret" hidden beneath the robes was exposed without any concealment.
Narcissa's gaze had habitually avoided him, but as if pulled by an invisible force, she instinctively glanced in Jerry's direction.
She saw a staggering size that was completely inconsistent with his lean figure; although it was not fully erect at the moment, even in a relaxed state, the thickness and length it presented were far beyond what a teenager could possess.
That visual shock made the elegant mask she had carefully maintained almost collapse.
Although she claimed to have seen through Jerry's unfathomable nature and was accustomed to his various "teasing," this was still the first time she had so directly seen the primitive "deformity" of his body, carrying strong male characteristics—it was a huge contrast with his childlike appearance and her perception of a teenager.
A teenager and a mature woman, one with a seemingly slender but internally immense body, the other elegant and noble but with a mature charm precipitated by time—at this moment, just by looking, a silent, subtle tension was formed.
Jerry was indifferent to this; he naturally put on the new school uniform, and the well-tailored fabric covered that astonishing peculiarity.
He walked to the window and looked at the Castle outside through the glass.
Under the illumination of the sparse starlight, the towering outline of Hogwarts became clearer, its pointed towers piercing the sky, as if an ancient giant beast was sleeping on the edge of this magic world.
"Is this… Hogwarts?"
Jerry's voice carried a hint of undisguised curiosity, completely different from his coldness just now.
He was not asking Narcissa, but rather talking to himself, yet Narcissa heard it.
Narcissa withdrew her gaze from the scenery outside the window and turned to look at this teenager who appeared incredibly innocent at this moment, yet hid an unfathomable depth.
She nodded, the fatigue from the long journey and the faint pressure deep in her hips causing her to sway her body slightly and unconsciously.
This subtle movement was keenly captured by Jerry, and the arc on his lips was fleeting.
"To be precise, this is not the first generation of Hogwarts!"
Narcissa's voice was soft and magnetic, carrying the unique tone of ancient nobility, "It is more magnificent than what you see, and also more… novel."
Her gaze looked again at the magic-soaked mountains of the different world outside the window: "As Wizards continue to forge ahead and open up territories in the vast universe, more and more worlds have become colonies of us Wizards."
She sighed softly, her eyes filled with a hint of pride and emotion as a pure-blood Wizard.
"Hogwarts moved along with it. This is also one of the new worlds that countless Wizards have poured their efforts into transforming. You see, the elements flowing in this air are several times denser than in London, which is exactly the most ideal habitat for Wizards to live in."
Her tone was full of admiration for this new world, as if she were painting a grand picture for Jerry about the pioneering spirit of Wizards.
Jerry listened, strange light flickering in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled playfully.
Jerry turned around, with a naive smile on his face that matched his age, as if he were truly attracted by that magnificent history of Wizards.
He did not return to his seat, but instead turned around and sat into Narcissa's arms very naturally.
This action made Narcissa stiffen all over.
The teenager's body was not heavy, but that close warmth, and the solidity belonging to the teenager coming through two layers of fabric, still caught her off guard.
Jerry's legs were spread, straddling her lap, his back leaning comfortably against her soft and full chest.
A scent mixed with high-end perfume and the warm, milky fragrance unique to motherhood drifted into Jerry's nostrils.
He tilted his head back slightly, resting it in the crook of Narcissa's shoulder.
"I am still very curious!"
Jerry's voice was light, carrying a careless casualness, but the words he spoke were like a depth charge dropped with precision: "Madam Malfoy, why do you still have breast milk when Draco is already so big."
Narcissa's body seemed to be struck by an invisible electric current, trembling slightly.
Even Pansy, who had been curled up in the corner, trying to make herself invisible, suddenly raised her head because of this sentence, her eyes full of disbelief.
However, the moment her gaze met Jerry's seemingly innocent, yet actually cold and playful eyes, Pansy, like a frog stared at by a snake, felt a chill run up her back.
She hurriedly buried her head deeply again, wishing she could crawl into the gaps of the seat, her body shrinking even tighter.
"I… I am pregnant again."
She said in a low voice, her voice somewhat hoarse, and a complex look that was hard to describe appeared on her face.
There was the usual reserve of a noblewoman, the shame of being seen through, and a trace of helplessness in having to face reality.
Deep inside her body, she was being pressed against, and with the jolting of the train, that continuous sensation of thrusting kept reminding her.
Before she could finish speaking, Jerry, without waiting for her reaction, used his slender fingers to nimbly and quickly lift her Wizard robe.
The loose fabric was easily pushed aside, revealing the dark green silk dress wrapping her mature body underneath.
He was not satisfied with this, reaching into the dress, and with a few movements, he unfastened the obstacles, exposing her warm breasts directly to the air.
He bowed his head, directly finding those two dark little beads, and with his tongue, gentle yet carrying an unquestionable force, he took one of them into his mouth and began to suck lightly.
Chapter 36
He narrowed his eyes, sucking enjoyably like a thirsty child.
Narcissa's body suddenly tensed, then softened again, a faint moan escaping from her throat.
She tried to struggle, but Jerry's seemingly slender body was miraculously solid, leaving her unable to move.
The humiliation of being completely controlled, the stimulation of being sucked by the youth, and the persistent sensation of a foreign object deep inside mixed into a complex electric current that surged all the way up her spine.
He lifted his head, and her nipple left his mouth, glistening with moisture. Stirred by the air, it immediately stood erect.
Jerry looked at the flushed, dazed Narcissa with a smile on his lips, his voice muffled and playful, as if he had just taken a sip of morning milk.
"Mrs. Malfoy, mm!"
His gaze drifted playfully across her face, then shifted downward, lingering suggestively on the outline of her buttocks, hidden yet faintly visible beneath her skirt: "I forgot just now, but you seem to still owe me... a debt, right?"
Narcissa panted, her body warming slightly at those words.
Looking at the youth straddling her, with the scent of her own milk still in his mouth, a mixture of shame and fear welled up in her heart.
"What... exactly do you want to do?"
Her voice trembled slightly, but she still maintained her aristocratic poise, trying to regain a sliver of initiative from this passive situation.
Jerry did not answer immediately.
He merely smiled—a smile that was pure and harmless, though a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He didn't even lift a finger; with just a single thought, a subtle yet irresistible surge of magic was quietly activated.
Narcissa's voice cut off abruptly, replaced by a sharp, irrepressible gasp.
Her back arched upward violently, her body seeming as if squeezed by an invisible hand. A powerful, tingling stimulation erupted from the deepest core of her body, instantly spreading to all her limbs.
The sensation made her almost cry out. She squeezed her legs together instinctively, but this only fruitlessly intensified the feeling of the foreign object invading her.
With this spasm of her body, her sucked nipple uncontrollably welled up with warm milk once more, trickling down the skin of her breast and soaking her dark green silk dress.
"Look, Mrs. Malfoy!"
Jerry's voice sounded in her ear, soft and cruel, as if he were commenting on an amusing toy: "Your body is always much more honest than your mouth."
He lowered his head and took her other nipple into his mouth. While leisurely sucking on this fresh "tribute," he issued his real order in a muffled voice.
"In the future, to visit Draco, you must come to Hogwartsonce a month."
He paused, his tongue swirling against her skin. "Then, report directly to me... just like... a well-behaved female dog, to have your body checked."
His hand slid down her waistline and gently patted her tight buttocks.
"And every time you come, you must wear it just like now."
He said suggestively, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what might happen!"
Narcissa's body stopped trembling, replaced by a rigidity born of extreme humiliation.
"Don't even think about it!"
She squeezed those words out from between her teeth, her voice hoarse with humiliation: "I will never..."
Jerry watched her quietly, the playful smirk on his lips not fading in the slightest.
He wasn't angry; he merely raised an eyebrow, a flash of unquestionable ruthlessness passing through his deep eyes.
His hand stopped patting her buttocks, replaced by his fingertips resting gently on her sensitive spot, sending a faint, teasing friction through her clothes.
Then, the invisible magic surged once more under Jerry's control.
Narcissa's body twitched uncontrollably again. A whimper escaped her throat as the foreign object deep inside her body seemed to be infused with new life, sending out even more intense, tingling vibrations.
It wasn't simple pain, but an almost unbearable, electric stimulation that rushed straight to her brain, forcing her physiological reactions completely out of her conscious control.
Her full breasts contracted violently again, and the warm, milky-white liquid sprayed directly from her pink nipples with irresistible force, splashing onto the chest of Jerry's school uniform and spreading into a wet stain.
The scene was so shameful; her body was betraying her every will, completely exposed before Pansy and the sleeping Draco.
Jerry watched with satisfaction as she suppressed her groans, her cheeks dyed deep red by the rushing blood, her eyes pooling with tears that she stubbornly refused to let fall.
"You will!"
His voice remained flat, as if stating an indisputable fact, "Mrs. Malfoy.
You love your son deeply. I know this very well."
He leaned his head close to Narcissa's ear, his warm breath brushing against her auricle like a devil's whisper: "Seventy thousand Galleons, this massive debt, and the deal with the Rosier Family.
As long as I make it public, the House of Malfoy will be utterly ruined.
Your husband, your son—they will all lose everything they have.
They might even be completely expelled from the circle of pure-blood families.
Not to mention... what is stored inside the emerald!"
Jerry gently kissed her wet nipple, with a touch of cruel pity.
"Don't think about dragging me down with you. No one would believe that a little Wizard who just entered Hogwarts could be some cold-blooded killer of a Dark Wizard."
"Mrs. Malfoy, from now on, you are no longer that high-and-mighty, highly sought-after Platinum Lady."
Jerry's fingertips slowly traced across her milk-dampened breast, his tone dropping even lower, carrying a seductive enticement.
"Think about it, you're actually getting a great deal!"
Jerry's fingertips slowly traced across her milk-dampened breast, his tone dropping even lower, carrying a seductive enticement: "Just by using your body, you can avoid paying back the huge debt of seventy thousand Galleons, plus even more interest, and preserve everything of the Malfoyfamily.
This deal couldn't be more cost-effective for you."
Narcissa's lips pressed into a pale line, her body trembling slightly from the humiliation, but her eyes held a resolve that would rather die than submit.
She did not speak, using only silence to express her final resistance.
Just then, a soft, pleasant ringing of bells echoed in the compartment's air. Immediately after, a warm and magical voice came from a corner of the ceiling, echoing through the carriage:
"Dear young Wizards, the train will arrive at HogsmeadeStation in five minutes.
"Please prepare your luggage. The night is deepening outside, and the temperature is low, so please do not leave behind your scarves and gloves.
We wish you a pleasant beginning at Hogwarts!"
This announcement was like a final bell, shattering the last trace of Jerry's feigned patience.
Narcissa's stubborn resistance had thoroughly annoyed him.
He released his mouth from her nipple and unhurriedly pulled something out from his robes.
It was an exquisitely designed brooch, silver and shaped like a snake. The snake's eyes were two tiny rubies, and what protruded from its mouth was an extremely sharp, slender spike shimmering with a faint magical glow.
"It seems Mrs. Malfoy still hasn't figured out the situation."
He stuffed the brooch into Narcissa's hand, holding her hand to aim the sharp snake's tongue right at her own full, erect nipple.
"Pierce it!"
he ordered, his tone as casual as if asking her to pass a sugar cube. "Do it yourself, or else!"
He glanced at the unconscious Draco beside them. "I will kill him right here.
After all, enough people have already gone missing on this train, haven't they?"
Narcissa's hand was enveloped by Jerry's. The spike of the snake brooch, cold and sharp, was pressed firmly against the most sensitive point of her soft nipple.
The skin was pressed slightly inward, forming a pale little indentation.
Her breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving with tension and fear. With every rise and fall, the needle tip pricked deeper into her flesh.
She looked into Jerry's calm, undisturbed eyes, then glanced at the unconscious Draco, and a bone-deep sense of helplessness seized her.
She knew this youth was not joking.
Jerry did not speak further; he merely increased the force on her hand, pushing it forward irresistibly.
Narcissa could clearly feel how the metal tip pierced the outermost barrier of her skin, bringing a sharp, piercing pain.
"Ugh..."
An extremely suppressed cry of pain escaped her throat, and she leaned her body backward, trying to escape this torture.
But Jerry sat firmly in her lap, leaving her nowhere to run.
Inch by inch, it sank into her full breast.
It penetrated the delicate epidermis and pierced into the deep tissue.
Narcissa's body arched like a taut bow, her fingers unconsciously gripping the cushion beneath her.
A drop of crimson blood seeped out from the puncture wound, looking exceptionally striking.
Immediately after, perhaps as an instinctive reaction of her body to the intense stimulation, a drop of milky-white milk was also squeezed out from beside it.
The blood and milk met.
They did not mix immediately but, like two distinct streams of color, flowed slowly downward side by side along the lush curves of her breast.
The crimson blood intertwined with the milky fluid, forming a strange and erotic trail that finally disappeared into her dark green dress.
Jerry released his grip, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
He leaned down, extended his tongue, and gently licked the red-and-white trail.
The salty taste of blood and the sweet taste of milk intertwined on his taste buds.
"Now, do you understand, Mrs. Malfoy?"
He raised his head, looking at her face which was distorted by pain and humiliation yet held a different kind of charm. "You have no choice."
Narcissa's body went limp, all her will to resist crumbling away along with the pain piercing her body and the current humiliation.
She hung her head, looking at her pierced breast, where the silver snake brooch was pinned firmly like a medal of victory, yet also a brand of shame.
Jerry raised his hand and patted her other, intact breast with the back of his hand, neither too hard nor too soft.
The full, soft flesh wobbled like pudding with his movement.
He watched as the silver snake brooch jiggled up and down on her other mound due to the movement, the silver spike piercing her nipple tugging slightly in her flesh, bringing a new wave of sharp pain.
Narcissa's body contracted once more, a faint gasp escaping her lips.
Her gaze remained fixed on the shaking brooch, her eyes filled with humiliation.
Jerry admired this scene with satisfaction.
He reached out again, pinching the pierced nipple with two fingers, and gently rolled it through the snake head of the brooch.
The sensation, mixing pain with a strange stimulation, made Narcissa's body go even softer, almost sliding off the seat.
"Now, answer my question!"
Jerry's voice returned to its previous calm. He leaned down, his lips almost brushing her ear. "Mrs. Malfoy, will you come to find me on time every month?"
His hand moved downward, sliding past her waist, and finally rested on her buttock, squeezing it firmly, feeling the outline of the foreign object deep inside.
Narcissa's lips moved, but no sound came out.
She slowly raised her head, and finally, in a barely audible voice, squeezed a single word from her throat:
"...I will."
"Then... do you like the gift I gave you?"
"I... like it!"
Having obtained two humiliating answers, Jerry smiled with satisfaction.
He pulled away from Narcissa's warm, soft embrace, his movements swift and clean, as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.
He casually tidied his school uniform, cleaning the stain soaked with milk using a spell.
Narcissa remained slumped in her seat, her body trembling slightly.
She instinctively pulled her collar together, covering the disheveled view of her breasts and that striking red-and-white stain.
Jerry turned to walk toward the sleeping Draco, a pure, bright smile on his face.
"Slap!"
A crisp sound echoed in the quiet carriage.
Jerry unceremoniously slapped Draco's pale cheek hard.
The force was significant, causing Draco's head to jerk to the side, a faint red mark quickly appearing on his face.
"Hmm..."
Draco let out a pained groan, his eyelids fluttering a few times before he finally came to.
He opened his eyes in a daze, and the first thing he saw was Jerry's face, which was very close.
"Draco, wake up, we're arriving!"
Jerry's voice was full of the enthusiasm and energy of a peer, as if they were the best of friends.
He straightened up, helped Draco fix his crooked collar, then turned to look at the pale-faced Narcissa, and said loudly to the just-awakened Draco in a tone of sincere, pure admiration: "Also, your mother is beautiful!"
The platform was bustling with noise, the air mixed with the damp scent of earth and the warm glow emitted by magic lanterns.
Older students walked in twos and threes towards the Thestral carriages waiting in the distance.
The first-years, like a group of frightened little animals, gathered at the other end of the platform.
A man holding a lantern, with an unusually large build, was calling them in a booming voice: "First-years! First-years over here!"
Narcissa straightened Draco's platinum hair, whispered a few polite words about taking care of himself and studying hard, then turned gracefully and merged into the crowd of parents who had come to see them off, never looking at Jerry again from start to finish.
Draco subconsciously searched for Pansy and his lackeys, quickly joining the small group of first-years.
In this noisy and slightly chaotic scene, Jerry seemed somewhat out of place.
Jerry did not look around excitedly like the other first-years, nor was he in a hurry to find companions.
He just stood alone, calmly took his trunk down from the luggage rack, placed it on the luggage cart nearby, and then pushed the cart unhurriedly, walking at the end of the crowd.
He was wearing a brand-new Hogwarts uniform, his figure appearing somewhat slender among his peers, and his back, as he pushed the luggage cart alone, looked even a bit lonely.
Jerry's gaze swept casually through the moving crowd and soon fixed on the center of a small commotion not far away.
That boy with round glasses and slightly messy black hair was the famous Harry Potter.
At this moment, he was being surrounded intentionally or unintentionally by a group of curious first-years, with a look of bewilderment and wonder on his face.
Beside him, a boy with freckles and striking red hair was looking around excitedly, enjoying the attention brought by his friend.
Seeing this classic scene, Jerry grinned silently, his smile carrying a hint of playfulness and the ease of a spectator.
Hermione, also in the crowd, crossed the crowd with her gaze and met his.
She was slightly stunned, then nodded gently, as if saying hello.
She didn't seem to like such a noisy and crowded scene, her eyebrows furrowing almost imperceptibly.
But the red-haired boy beside her was clearly the opposite.
He seemed to enjoy this feeling of being in the spotlight, puffing out his small chest, trying hard to look more like the "friend of the savior" rather than a poor kid from the Weasley Family.
Just as Jerry's gaze swept over the Harry trio, and a playful arc hooked at the corner of his mouth, a faint, fragrant breeze suddenly struck, carrying a unique scent mixed with cold mint and sweet roses.
"Does this cute junior need any help?"
A soft voice sounded in his ear, accompanied by a warm breath.
Jerry turned his head and saw a tall figure already standing quietly beside him.
Catherine, that cat girl dressed in latex and showing off her curves, had now changed into a well-tailored Slytherin House robe.
The dark green and silver emblem pinned to her chest looked solemn and noble, lacking her past blatant aggression, but gaining a cold, icy-lotus-like charm.
Her tied-up long hair was meticulous, and the expression in her brows even carried a bit of the arrogance and reserve unique to a senior.
However, deep in those eyes, a dark flame was still burning, as if it could see through the deepest secrets in Jerry's heart.
She bent down slightly, deliberately pulling her body close to Jerry, at a distance almost touching his earlobe, carrying a kind of intimate pressure.
Her nose twitched slightly, as if identifying some subtle scent in the air, and her eyes became playful.
"It seems that on the train, my dear little master, you had a lot of fun."
Catherine's voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear, but it was like a feather, gently sweeping over the tip of Jerry's heart, carrying a hint of obvious possessiveness and jealousy.
She didn't mention any details directly, but her gaze seemed to have insight into everything that happened in the compartment, and even the sweet, milky scent remaining on Narcissa was accurately captured by her.
A crisp system prompt sounded on time in Jerry's mind, perfectly covering Catherine's jealous whisper.
[Daily Task: Train Guardian completed.]
[Task Reward issued: Random magic item x1, Rosier Family prestige +100.]
A virtual item bar unfolded in Jerry's consciousness, and the rewarded magic item lay quietly in the grid, emitting a faint light.
[Item Name: Whispering Snake Cufflinks]
[Type: Accessory / magic Item]
[Quality: Excellent]
[Description: A pair of snake-shaped cufflinks made of pure silver, with tiny emerald fragments embedded in the snake eyes. It is not only a symbol of the identity of pure-blood families but also contains unique magic.]
[Effect 1 (Passive): When you wear it, you can vaguely perceive units within a ten-meter range that hold strong emotions (love, hatred, desire, murderous intent, etc.) towards you.]
[Effect 2 (Active): When you have physical contact with the target, you can consume a small amount of magic to send a short, suggestive message (no more than seven words) directly into the other party's subconscious, and the other party will think it is their own sudden idea. Can be used three times a day.]
The expression on Jerry's face did not change in the slightest, and the pleasure in his heart from obtaining this practical little tool was perfectly hidden behind that innocent face.
He looked up at the high and beautiful senior beside him with a pair of clear eyes without any impurities, as if he didn't understand her pointed probing at all.
He even followed her words, showing a shy smile, carrying a bit of a boy's shyness and dependence.
"Senior, what are you talking about?"
He asked softly, then frowned just right, pointing to the luggage cart beside him, "Can you help me push it? It seems a bit heavy."
Seeing Jerry's well-behaved, harmless appearance, and his initiative to seek help, Catherine reached out elegantly and naturally took over the handle of the luggage cart, as if this were her job.
"Of course, my cute junior... master!"
She pushed the cart easily while leading Jerry to follow the crowd toward the lake, and at the same time lowered her voice, speaking in a tone of sharing a secret: "Don't look at them being so excited now, wanting to officially study at Hogwarts is not just about getting on the train, there are three tests in total."
"The first test is 'Qualification Check', which is very simple, just to see if you have the basic potential to become a Wizard. Almost no one is eliminated in this, because those who arrive here by train basically have Wizardqualifications."
"The troublesome one is the second test, 'Pathfinding Maze'. It is not just an ordinary maze, but a test of your mental strength. Cowards and weak-willed people will get completely lost inside and be judged directly as unqualified."
Speaking of this, they could already see the sparkling lake in the distance, and Hagrid was organizing the first-years to line up to board the boats. Catherine's gaze turned to the bottomless lake, and her voice became more serious.
"And the last test, which is also the most critical one, is rowing through the 'Heart Lake'. The lake will reflect the deepest illusions in your heart, which may be your fears or your desires. If your will is not firm enough, you will either be confused by the illusions and sink to the bottom of the lake forever, or be judged as having insufficient character and lose the qualification to enroll."
She paused and finally concluded: "Only after safely passing these three tests are you qualified to walk into the Castle, put on that tattered Sorting Hat, and let it decide your future."
After Catherine summarized the three difficulties for freshmen enrollment, her gaze swept over the bustling crowd in the distance gathering towards the lake, as if feeling a bit of worry for the freshmen who were about to face the test. Her tone carried the maturity and rigor unique to a senior.
However, the moment she finished speaking, a hand slipped silently into her wide Wizard robe.
Jerry's hand, with the thinness and warmth unique to a young boy, pressed directly onto her rounded buttocks.
His fingertips went deep under the soft fabric, pinching in without mercy, gripping the elastic flesh tightly.
Catherine's body jolted, and the joints of her fingers pushing the luggage cart turned white due to the sudden stimulation. That familiar tingling sensation like an electric current climbed up her spine along with a slight pain.
Her face was slightly flushed, but facing the well-behaved Jerry standing beside her, she couldn't vent.
And Jerry, after feeling the brief touch of his fingertips, quickly withdrew his hand. He didn't say anything more, just calmly walked to the end of the freshman line and quietly merged into those excited and uneasy children.
Catherine rolled her eyes lightly, the expression containing restrained anger and a bit of habitual helplessness.
"Little pervert!"
She sighed helplessly, then restored that arrogant and reserved posture, helping to place Jerry's cart in the special luggage area nearby.
Hogwarts luggage carts are all enchanted, and each cart is marked with the little Wizard's name.
Therefore, after the freshmen complete the test, this luggage will be automatically sent to their respective dormitories.
She ensured everything was settled before turning to follow the mighty freshman team ahead.
Just as Jerry merged into the team and was quietly observing everything around him, a figure with a hint of timidity stood quietly beside him.
It was Hannah Abbott.
She was pinching the corner of her robe, looking a little restless.
"Are... are you okay?" She hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, with genuine concern in her voice, "Earlier on the train, that... 'Ministry of Magic official' was really too rude, actually grabbing your collar and taking you away."
Jerry turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at her.
The expression on his face turned from calm to a bit of well-timed surprise, and then into gentle kindness.
"Oh, I'm fine, thank you!" His voice sounded very sincere, "He just asked me a few questions about my family, you know, routine business. But it did give me a fright."
His appearance of lingering fear but pretending to be strong immediately won Hannah's sympathy.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on her face relaxed.
"That's good," Hannah nodded, and as if remembering something, a trace of worry appeared on her face, "By the way, I heard... we are going to walk through a maze soon, right?"
She looked at the dark crowd ahead, her voice lowered, with obvious unease.
"That... my memory is not very good, I always get lost easily!" Hannah's cheeks were a little flushed, seemingly embarrassed by this weakness of hers, "If we can be assigned to a group... can we go together?"
Jerry looked at her nervous and expectant appearance, and the smile on his face became gentler.
He seemed to think about it seriously, and then nodded heavily.
"Of course!"
He answered crisply, his tone carrying a reassuring strength, "To be honest, I'm a bit scared alone too. It's always better to be together."
Getting a positive reply, Hannah's tense shoulders relaxed significantly, and a genuine grateful smile appeared on her face: "That's great! Thank you, Jerry!"
Chapter 20 Uh, are you sure... it's really that big?
"Thank you, Jerry!"
Jerry smiled and shook his head, indicating not to be polite.
His gaze swept calmly across the front, and among the chattering freshmen, he saw Draco holding his head high, boasting about something to Goyle and Crabbe, and also saw the Harry Potter trio, Ron gesturing excitedly, and Hermione hugging her arms, following behind somewhat hesitantly.
"First-years, follow me! Watch your step!"
The booming voice sounded ahead, interrupting the students' noise.
The crowd began to walk down a steep, narrow path.
The road was wet and slippery, with dense forests on both sides, almost blocking all moonlight.
The only light source was the lantern swaying at the front of the team.
The students' footsteps, the hushed excited conversation, and the occasional night owl calls from the forest mixed together.
Hannah was clearly a bit scared of this dark environment, and she subconsciously leaned towards Jerry.
Jerry noticed her unease, so he slowed down his pace, walked side by side with her, and inadvertently used his body to block some of the crowded flow for her.
This subtle action made Hannah feel much more at ease, and she smiled at him gratefully.
After walking for a few minutes, the woods opened up, and a wide black lake revealed itself to everyone.
The lake surface was like a piece of polished obsidian, calm and waveless, reflecting the starry night sky.
And on the other side of the lake, a magnificent Castlestood on the cliff, with countless towers and spires pointing straight to the sky, and the warm lights from the windows were like broken diamonds scattered on black velvet.
"Wow..."
Almost all the freshmen couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, even the usually arrogant pure-blood young Wizards stared blankly at the legendary magic Castle.