The next day, 9:50 a.m.
Diagon Alley was bustling as usual. Wizards hurried along. The white marble edifice of Gringotts looked particularly imposing, even arrogant, beneath the gloomy sky.
In front of the heavy bronze doors, Goblin guards in scarlet and gold uniforms watched every approaching customer expressionlessly, their black eyes filled with innate shrewdness and suspicion.
Across the street, behind a second-floor window of the Leaky Cauldron, Jerry was leisurely stirring his pumpkin juice with a glass straw. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, cut through the noisy crowd and fixed precisely on the Gringotts entrance.
Near an alleyway entrance, the brute codenamed "Tank" leaned against a wall, feigning sleep. But his powerful, knotted muscles, hidden beneath his wide cloak, were already coiled like a drawn winch, ready to spring. Every breath he took was a heavy, bovine wheeze.
In the shadow of a street corner, the nervous skinny man was rubbing his fingers raw. He clutched the small bottle of Sleeping Beetles tightly in his pocket, his palms slick with cold sweat. His eyes darted nervously, scanning every passing wizard, terrified of an Auror descending from the heavens.
In front of a magical pet shop window, the witch codenamed "Cat" stared blankly at a dozing owl in a cage. Her pale face was unremarkable in the crowd, and her deep-set eyes made her look like an overworked scholar. No one noticed that her left hand, hidden beneath her robes, was lightly resting on a small cage from which a faint, constant scrabbling and rustling could be heard.
When the distant, muffled clang of the clock tower struck the tenth hour.
"Dong!"
The operation began!
The brute's closed eyes snapped open. He let out a primal bellow, rushing toward the magnificent bronze doors of Gringotts like a crazed bull in the most savage charge!
"CRASH!"
With a deafening roar, the bronze door, crafted with Goblin artistry and capable of withstanding most curses, was violently forced inward by his pure, brute strength, the massive hinges snapping instantly! The entire doorway, like a toy struck by a battering ram, tilted precariously into the grand hall paved with polished marble!
The sudden, cataclysmic change plunged the entire hall into momentary silence, followed by a torrent of screaming and panic! Wizards scattered in terror, and the Goblins behind the counters, counting coins, all looked up, their faces etched with a mix of fury and astonishment.
The piercing alarm blared throughout the entire building at that exact moment!
"Hand over all your Galleons!"
The brute bellowed the idiotic, direct line in his raspy, foghorn voice. His immense body stood like a wall, completely blocking the shattered doorway he had created.
The instant everyone's attention was drawn to the rampaging "Tank," the skinny man moved. Like a frightened mouse, he used the chaos of the crowd for cover, darting out of the shadows and slipping along the wall into the hall. His target was clear—two Goblin guards armed with halberds, rushing out from a side corridor!
The two guards were swift, yelling angry, dog-like barks as they charged toward the brute at the door.
The skinny man's heart felt like it would leap out of his throat, but he remembered Jerry's icy gaze. He fumbled the small bottle from his pocket, clumsily uncorked it with a trembling thumb, and desperately crushed the two green beetles, scattering the fragments onto the path of the charging guards!
A small, almost invisible cloud of green powder, carrying the sweet scent of grass, drifted silently into the air.
The two foremost Goblin guards charged directly into the "sweet dreams." Their steps only faltered briefly before the fury on their faces was rapidly replaced by extreme drowsiness. One Goblin's halberd fell to the floor with a clatter. He yawned hugely, then crashed onto the floor, snoring loudly. The other lasted only two more seconds before slumping against his halberd, sliding bonelessly to the ground, fast asleep.
The first line of defense had been silently neutralized.
The skinny man let out a long sigh of relief, scrambling on all fours into the shadow beneath a counter, still shaking uncontrollably.
Outside the bank, when the first crash sounded, the "Cat's" body didn't flinch an inch. She listened quietly: to the sound of the door being demolished, the screams of the crowd, the blare of the alarm, and the faint, simultaneous clatter of the two Goblin weapons hitting the floor.
Now.
She turned away impassively, pulling her hood lower to conceal her bloodless face. She could feel the small cage beneath her robe, containing the creature with an endless craving for shiny things, was now in a state of frantic agitation, having scented the alluring "fragrance" from the deep vault.
She took a step, walking unhurriedly against the stream of fleeing, panicked people, toward the chaotic center—the white building with its door to both wealth and death thrown open.
As the witch codenamed "Cat" walked against the flow of traffic into the "Community Branch," the scene confirmed Jerry's assessment. There were no magnificent domes or gleaming marble floors, only low rock ceilings and cracked, filthy floor tiles.
Behind a dozen counters, Goblins were hiding behind rusty iron bars, some furiously throwing ink bottles and poisoned quills at the brute, others frantically attempting to activate secondary magical alarms. The chaos in the main hall was less a bank robbery and more like an underground gambling den that had just been raided.
"Cat" paid no mind to any of it. Her steps were unwavering, her pale face impassive, like a phantom walking among the living. The brute continued to roar at the entrance, a true Ogre, using his body to prop up the broken door, occasionally batting away the Goblins' weak curses with his massive fists, perfectly playing the role of the fire-attracting "Newbie Zone Boss."
The skinny man, meanwhile, was hiding like a terrified quail behind a overturned counter, head buried, praying no one would notice him, still trembling violently.
"Cat" walked through the mayhem and straight to the far end. A circular stone door, much smaller than the bronze door outside, but pitch-black as if carved from obsidian, stood before her. The door's surface was polished smooth, yet radiated a chilling, viscous magical energy. In the center of the door was a complex, purely gold knob, radiating light like a miniature sun.
This was the core of the curse. Any sentient being driven by "greed," upon touching the golden knob, would have its soul instantly glued to it until its body rotted away.
"Cat" stopped, a faint flicker of movement—the first sign of emotion—in her deep-set eyes. She could feel the agitation in the small cage beneath her robes had reached its peak.
She slowly crouched down and opened the cage door.
A black, furry shadow with a long, duck-like snout shot out like an arrow! The Niffler, upon its release, completely ignored its surroundings. Its shiny, black-bean eyes reflected only one target—the golden, dazzling, infinitely appealing... circular door handle in the dim light!
It let out an excited, sharp "squeak," kicked off with its hind legs, and its small body leaped high, smashing its flat, hard snout fiercely and without hesitation into the golden door handle!
The viscous magical energy of the curse seemed to "hesitate" the moment the Niffler touched the knob. It could not detect any complex, "greedy" mental activity in the small creature. It could only sense a pure, primitive, moth-to-a-flame-like... instinct.
The curse failed.
"Click... Screeech!"
Accompanied by a grating, ancient sound of turning mechanisms, countless gold, web-like patterns appeared on the obsidian door, radiating from the golden handle. Then, the entire stone door began to slowly sink inward.
An infinitely intoxicating "fragrance," a mix of metal, dust, and accumulated age, leaked out from the opening.
Across the street, behind the Leaky Cauldron window.
Jerry drained the last drop of pumpkin juice from his cup. He checked his pocket watch—9:53 a.m. Everything was under control.
However, the thought of "under control" lasted less than ten seconds in his mind. Disaster always strikes at the moment a plan is most perfect.
Inside the vault, the intoxicating "fragrance" nearly made the Niffler pass out with happiness on the spot. It squeaked, diving headfirst into the nearest pile of Galleons, frantically shoveling coins into its seemingly bottomless pouch with its long snout and front paws.
"Cat's" reaction was far calmer. She took a quick inventory of the "Community Branch's" assets: no mountains of coins, but a dozen neatly stacked large coffers intended for merchant turnover, and a few magical items on shelves, clearly collateral. She didn't hesitate, walking straight to the coffers, skillfully tapping the locks open with her wand, and began stuffing heavy bags of Galleons into her magically-extended leather pouch.
Just then, she heard an unnatural sound.
It wasn't the screaming of the crowd or the cursing of the Goblins. It was a... crisp, dense, firecracker-like "CRACKLE"!
It was—Aurors!
And not just one! An entire squad of Aurors had Apparated directly to the scene, surrounding the bank!
The worst-case scenario had occurred! That damned alarm wasn't connected to some local security office; it went straight to the Ministry of Magic!
Jerry's composure and elegance froze completely the moment he heard the first crack of Apparition. He shot up from his chair, hurried to the window, his pupils violently constricted!
Outside, seven or eight Aurors in dark uniforms, looking stern and focused, had appeared amidst the spatial distortions at the "Community Branch's" entrance. They were rapidly establishing a cordon in a highly professional tactical formation! The Auror leading them had eyes sharp as knives and was already casting Anti-Apparition charms!
His calculation was wrong! Gringotts, to "expand its market reach," had actually equipped this "newbie zone level" with an alarm directly linked to headquarters and a Floo-like rapid transport passage!
Damn it!
Jerry's mind raced. It was too late to retreat now. Once the barrier was complete, they would be sitting ducks! He had only seconds. He had to create enough chaos to cover the team's escape with the loot before the Aurors stormed inside!
Just then, the system alert sounded in his mind again:
[Emergency Task Issued: Cover Operation!]
[Task Objective: Create chaos before the Aurors enter the Gringotts 'Community Branch,' ensuring all three team members ('Tank,' 'Mage,' 'Rogue') successfully escape with all loot.]
Task Rewards:
[Base Reward]: One [Random Rare Potion Recipe].
[Bonus Reward]: If all three members successfully escape and none are captured, gain an additional [Advanced Apparition Proficiency] +20% and unlock the title [Master of Concealment].
[Failure Penalty]: 'Goodwill Initiative' progress reset to zero, Jerry's personal [Influence Points] -100, and enters [Wanted Fugitive] status.
[Task Time: Current Countdown: 47 seconds...]
Jerry's face grew graver. This was no joke. He abandoned all pretense of being a "Project Manager," slammed the empty pumpkin juice cup onto the table, and instantly vanished from the room.
The next second, Jerry reappeared in a corner of Knockturn Alley piled high with rubbish bins. Without hesitation, he pulled out a completely unremarkable, stick-like wand from his robe and fired a faint, scarlet spark into the sky—the prearranged, highest-level emergency withdrawal signal!
Having done that, he took a deep breath, adjusted his collar, and then, with a look of utter terror, scrambled out of the alley, tumbling and rolling, landing right in front of the advancing Auror squad.
"Help! Help me!"
Jerry's acting was flawless. He sat on the ground, his face plastered with the sheer horror of survival. "Inside... inside there's a Dragon! A Norwegian Ridgeback! The robbers released it somehow! My God, it's breathing fire! The whole vault is melting!"
The lead Auror Captain frowned, shouting sharply, "Nonsense! Gringotts' Dragons are in the London headquarters' vaults! There can't be one in the Knockturn Alley branch!"
"It's true!" Jerry pointed at the bank's shattered entrance, his voice thick with tears. "I saw it with my own eyes! Black one! Breathing fireballs! Huge as a mountain! Go quickly! Any later, and all the Galleons inside will be melted into liquid gold!"
His words were riddled with holes, but in the chaos, they perfectly manufactured a moment of hesitation in the Aurors' minds. A Dragon? It sounded absurd, but what if it was true? That would be a catastrophe far worse than a simple bank robbery!
In the one or two seconds of the Captain's hesitation, inside the bank, "Cat," who was about to grab more loot, saw the scarlet spark outside the window. A look of determination flashed in her dead-still eyes. She immediately abandoned the remaining coffers, grabbed the already bulging leather pouch, scooped up the Niffler still rolling in the pile of coins, and shoved it back into the cage beneath her robe.
"OUT!"
She hissed the order in a ragged voice, almost impossible to tell if it was male or female, at the brute by the door and the skinny man behind the counter.
Upon hearing the command, the brute abandoned his post. He let out another roar, but this time not of attack; he used his massive body to forcibly flip several heavy, marble counters, sending them crashing toward the center of the hall, temporarily blocking the pursuit route! "Cat's" shadow darted like a ghost, reaching the brute's side in a few flashes. The skinny man, scared witless, scrambled out from behind the counter on all fours, following behind the two.
"Forget him! Move!"
The Auror Captain finally realized he'd been tricked. He roared in anger, brandishing his wand. "Impedimenta!"
An invisible barrier instantly formed in front of the brute!
But the brute merely sneered, not bothering to dodge, and slammed into it with his shoulder, which was like a battering ram!
"BANG!"
The magical barrier shuddered violently, immediately covered in spiderweb-like cracks! In that momentary lapse, "Cat," pulling the skinny man, slipped through the gap beside the brute!
"Stop!"
Several Aurors immediately chased after them, wands shooting out several red Disarming Charms!
Just then, Jerry, who had been playing the "frightened civilian,"'s eyes flashed with a cold light. He remained seated on the ground, but the stick-like wand hidden up his sleeve flicked subtly at an extremely concealed angle.
"Confundo!"
The pursuing Aurors suddenly staggered, a look of confusion flashing in their eyes. They seemed to have momentarily forgotten who they were chasing, instinctively pointing their wands toward a nearby screaming toy shop that was having a sale.
Using that precious second, the brute smashed through the final barrier and, along with "Cat" and the skinny man, charged headlong into the complex, maze-like dark alleys of Knockturn Alley, instantly vanishing from sight.
When the furious Auror Captain dispelled the effects of the Confundus Charm, all that remained was the "eyewitness" sitting on the ground, still trembling.
However, at that moment, a tall, elegantly poised, mature witch in the squad didn't let her gaze be drawn to the fallen comrades or the wreckage. Her thick black curls were meticulously pinned back, and her sharp, hawk-like eyes pierced through the feigned terror on Jerry's face, as if seeing the deepest layer of his lie.
"You, stand up."
Her voice was cool and steady, carrying an unquestionable authority.
A barely perceptible stiffness flickered across Jerry's currently pale face. He knew he was in trouble. This woman was too sharp.
He scrambled shakily to his feet, his body still subtly trembling, trying to sustain the "shaken and traumatized" performance to the end.
"Madam, do you... have a request?" His voice was hoarse, with just the right touch of a sob.
The female Auror was unmoved. She walked slowly toward Jerry, her sharp eyes scanning him like blades.
"You are unfamiliar."
She spoke slowly, her voice carrying the trademark shrewd attention to detail of a seasoned Auror. "I've patrolled this area of Knockturn Alley for twenty years, and I have never seen a wizard as... 'well-dressed' as you." She gestured toward Jerry's robe, which, despite the performance, was made of high-quality material.
Jerry's heart sank. This woman was too perceptive. He was playing a "frightened respectable man," but in the poverty-stricken, Dark Wizard-infested Knockturn Alley, the mere presence of a "respectable man" was an anomaly.
"Madam, I... I was just passing through, hoping to buy some rare magical ingredients..." Jerry struggled to maintain his final shred of composure, attempting to bluff his way through.
A cold smile played on the female Auror's lips, and her eyes grew even sharper.
"Passing through? You 'happened to be passing through' just as the robbery started, and then 'happened to be sitting on the ground, traumatized' just after the robbers escaped?" She pressed on, her voice carrying a chilling sense of aggression. "And, coincidentally, my team members, while chasing the robbers, seemed to have developed a keen interest in a 'screaming toy shop'... hmmm?"
She slightly tilted her chin, her eyes filled with playful amusement and all-knowing intelligence.
Jerry knew he was exposed. His eyes behind the lenses suddenly turned ice cold. The fear drained from his face like a receding tide, replaced by a suffocating calmness.
"It seems not everyone in the Auror corps is so... lacking in charm."
Jerry's voice dropped, becoming frigid. He slowly raised his head; his once boyish face now held a subtle, almost cunning maturity that belied his age.
The female Auror's wand had already silently risen, pointing straight at his throat, almost simultaneously with Jerry's words.
"You think you can fool me?" Contempt flashed in her eyes. "Now, hand over your wand and confess!"
"Hand over my wand?"
Jerry scoffed. His left arm, which had been tucked inside his robe, slowly lifted. His forearm was now revealed to be covered in all sorts of jewelry and ornaments! There were antique silver bracelets set with tiny glittering gems. There were ornate gold armlets carved with unknown, ancient runes. There were even several strings of small magical beads of various colors, tightly wrapped around his wrist. These ornaments, in the dim light, emitted a strange, interwoven magical energy.
"Madam, I think you might be mistaken."
Jerry's eyes were icy, his voice cool and absolute. "I am not seeking your pardon. I am... carving a path of blood."
His stick-like wand, at that moment, seemed to come alive!
"Expelliarmus!"
Jerry dramatically flicked his wand. A crimson beam of light, carrying an unprecedented, savage force, slammed toward the female Auror's wand! The beam was not a typical Disarming Charm; it was almost blindingly bright, moving at the speed of teleportation, even generating an invisible shockwave in the air!
The female Auror's pupils constricted violently! Relying on years of combat experience and superior athleticism, her body twisted violently backward like a willow in the wind. At the same time, she barely managed to raise her wand, attempting to block with a standard Shield Charm!
However, the power of that critical-hit Expelliarmus was beyond anything she could have imagined!
"CRACK!"
The spell hit the hastily raised defensive charm. Instead of canceling out, it tore through her shield like glass! The ferocious magical residue slammed into her wand! The Auror felt a searing, agonizing pain in her palm. Her wand let out a strained shriek and was snapped clean in the middle by the overwhelming force—"CRACK!"
The broken half of the wand flew away, sparking. The tremendous impact sent her sliding backward several feet, nearly hitting the wall. But she stabilized herself with her powerful core strength, though her face was pale, and her chest was heaving. Although she was temporarily disarmed, she was uninjured. Her sharp eyes remained fixed on Jerry, flashing with shock and deep wariness. She could feel that the seemingly unremarkable man before her possessed a terrifying magical power far beyond the norm.
"Captain!"
The other Aurors were aghast. A burly male Auror, his face livid, charged forward with a roar.
"Lunatic!"
He pointed his wand, a green death curse already charged, but constrained by the nearby presence of civilians, he opted for the safer "Petrificus Totalus!"
A look of disdain flashed in Jerry's eyes. Facing the obviously arrogant and furious male Auror, he didn't make a single unnecessary move.
"Stupefy!"
His stick-like wand swung casually, and a dazzling blue beam of light, like a falling meteor, shot out with a visible shockwave! This was no ordinary Stunning Spell; it was a compact, explosive ball of light! It instantly expanded, then violently slammed into the male Auror!
"BOOM!"
A dull thud, followed by the crisp sound of shattering bone! The male Auror didn't even have time to scream. He was sent flying by the enormous force like a snapped kite, crashing directly through the wooden door of a nearby shop. Amidst the flying debris, he fell heavily to the ground, his body twisted into an unnatural position, completely unconscious and clearly seriously injured!
All the Aurors were stunned! They never imagined that a "civilian" who looked utterly harmless could unleash such terrifying power! In just two moves, he had disarmed and repelled their most experienced Deputy Captain, and knocked another veteran Auror unconscious, possibly killing him!
"Damn it! He's a Dark Wizard!"
Another Auror finally reacted, screaming a warning. "Don't just stand there! Fire a flare!"
But it was too late!
Jerry had no intention of holding back. The jewelry and ornaments on his left arm seemed to sense their master's murderous intent, glowing with an even more dazzling, eerie light, casting his otherwise common face in shifting shadows, making him appear sinister and powerful.
His gaze swept over the remaining Aurors like lightning, a cold smirk curving his lips.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"Stupefy!"
"Impedimenta!"
He was no longer aiming for spectacular one-shot kills, but flicking his wand with brutal efficiency! Spells imbued with critical power rained down on the remaining Aurors like a torrential storm!
"BANG!"
One Auror tried to block a Stupefy with Impedimenta, but the blue orb of light, accompanied by a deafening crash, instantly pierced his defense and struck his chest, sending him flying backward, knocking over a pile of desks and chairs, and knocking him unconscious.
"WHOOSH!"
Another Auror attempted to Apparate to escape, but Jerry's wand was faster. A Petrificus Totalus curse, moving too quickly for the eye to track, accurately struck the twisting Auror! He didn't even have time to fully materialize. His body stiffened mid-air, then plummeted straight down like a stone, hitting the ground with a heavy thud.
"Impedimenta! GO!"
Jerry didn't even stick to conventional spellcasting. He magically conjured a golden shield and hurled it like a javelin at an Auror attempting to flank him! The golden shield sliced through the air with a whistling sound, crossing several meters in a flash with a speed utterly disproportionate to its heavy appearance, and slammed violently into the Auror's chest!
"Ugh!"
The Auror let out a painful groan, his body tossed high into the air like a rag doll, spitting blood. He landed heavily, his breastbone caved in, his condition unknown!
In a mere ten seconds or so, seven or eight elite Aurors were all on the ground, either unconscious or severely wounded, strewn haphazardly, stripped of all ability to resist. The scene was a complete wreck, tables overturned, magical residues vibrating in the air. Only Jerry stood in the middle of the chaos, his clothes neat and himself completely unscathed.
The only person remaining conscious in the entire Auror squad was the Captain—the disarmed, pale-faced female Auror. She stared fixedly at Jerry, her eyes now devoid of contempt, filled only with intense fear and a complex, indescribable emotion. She had never encountered a wizard so bizarre and powerful.
The female Auror Captain took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the churning sensation in her chest from the shockwave. Her hawk-like eyes were locked on Jerry. Her right hand instinctively moved to her left sleeve, subtly sliding out a simple, finger-length silver short wand. This was her backup wand, specifically prepared for emergencies during high-risk missions as a senior Auror. Although less powerful than her main wand, it was enough for an urgent situation.
"You think you can just walk away after this?"
Her voice was still cool, but now it held an undeniable, sharp malice. She knew this wizard was no ordinary foe, more dangerous than any Dark Wizard she had ever faced.
Jerry looked at her coldly, the jewelry on his left arm flashing with an increasingly eerie light in the gloom. He knew this woman was the strongest of the Aurors, and the final obstacle to his escape.
"I have no interest in wasting time with you."
Jerry's wand lightly tapped the ground, his tone chillingly calm.
"Expelliarmus!"
He struck first, a crimson beam of light rushing toward the female Auror Captain with a whistling sound and supernatural speed! The beam was not a simple spell; it tore through the air, creating small streams of airflow, like a physical shockwave!
The female Auror Captain's eyes narrowed. She didn't try to block it, instead dodging sharply to the left, narrowly evading the deadly red light. Simultaneously, she flicked the silver short wand in her hand, casting an invisible "Accio" charm at Jerry, attempting to snatch his wand!
However, Jerry was faster! The silver bracelets and gold rings on his left arm hummed. With just a subtle flick of his wrist, "Finite Incantatem!"
The incoming Accio charm, upon reaching a foot in front of Jerry, hit an invisible wall and instantly dissipated!
"Stupefy!"
Jerry's wand didn't stop. The blue orb of light, carrying a powerful shockwave, slammed toward the female Auror again!
The female Auror Captain, being experienced, knew that Jerry's attack intensity was far beyond the norm, and any head-on collision could be disastrous. She chose not to defend, instead using her superior athleticism. Her footwork was light and elusive, her body darting left and right like a shadow, evading Jerry's explosive spells again and again. Her short silver wand whipped through the air, not for direct attack, but casting Confringo at the marble floor around Jerry's feet.
"BANG! BANG!"
The floor around Jerry exploded, scattering debris, attempting to use the blast's shockwave and the swirling dust to obstruct his vision and movement.
Jerry frowned slightly. He hadn't expected the woman to maintain such fierce combat effectiveness after losing her main wand. He wasn't afraid, but he knew time was running short.
He stopped being passive and lunged forward, actively closing the distance with the female Auror.
"Reducto!"
This time, the incantation Jerry spoke was no longer a common control spell, but a destructive dark curse! As the jewelry on his left arm flared brightly, a thick, almost horrifying pale white beam of light, carrying a devastating, destructive force, slammed toward the female Auror Captain!
The Captain's face changed. She could feel the power of this strike was far beyond any previous attack! She tried to dodge again, but Jerry's timing was too cunning, hitting her precisely in the moment between her spent momentum and her next move!
She could only hold the silver short wand horizontally across her chest, pouring all her magical power into it, trying to raise a defensive shield!
However, under the effect of the one-hundred-percent critical hit, Jerry's spell defied all conventional logic. The white beam of light struck the hastily formed, weak magical shield. There was no earth-shattering boom, just a sickening, tearing "SHREDDING" sound, like fabric being ripped apart!
The defensive shield instantly shattered!
Immediately after, the destructive torrent of magic slammed squarely into the female Auror Captain's body! Her dark Auror uniform, a symbol of honor and power made of special material, couldn't hold up for even a second against the savage magical impact! The tough fabric shrieked in protest, disintegrating instantly into countless black fragments that scattered everywhere, starting from the point of impact on her chest!
She was "clothes-shredded"!
Amidst the flying scraps of fabric, the Captain's proudly perfect, healthy, and powerful upper body was completely and brazenly exposed to the cool air and Jerry's icy gaze!
It was a pair of perfectly shaped, full snowy peaks, plump yet firm, with snowy skin gleaming like ivory in the dim light, outlining two exquisite, rounded curves. At the apex, two points of delicate pink, quickly hardened and subtly stood erect from the sudden cold air and extreme shame, radiating silent temptation. Her flat, taut abdomen even showed the faint outline of defined abs, the result of constant training, a sharp contrast to the soft, large snow peaks, exuding a healthy, mature feminine sexiness.
A look of disbelief flashed in the female Auror Captain's eyes, quickly replaced by boundless shame and fury. But she was a battle-hardened elite. Even in this utterly humiliating situation, she did not give up the fight!
However, that half-second of distraction was enough!
"Incarcerous!"
Jerry's wand flicked again, the spell rising from the female Auror Captain's feet like a living, hissing serpent! Several thick, magically glowing ropes appeared out of nowhere. They did not bind her limbs, but wrapped themselves around her exposed, snowy, firm breasts in a crude and humiliating manner!
"Mmmph!"
The female Auror Captain let out a suppressed moan, a mix of pain and burning humiliation. The magical ropes squeezed brutally, distorting the two mounds of soft flesh. Deep purple marks were etched onto her white skin by the ropes, a shocking, utterly erotic sight. The two already erect nipples were being crudely rubbed by the ropes, sending waves of intense, scalp-tingling pleasure through her. She struggled desperately, but this only made the ropes tighten further, intensifying both the humiliation and the pleasure.
Jerry showed no mercy. He simply neutralized the woman's final threat.
He glanced at his pocket watch: 9:55 a.m. Time was running out.
Jerry coldly surveyed the wrecked battlefield, his last look resting on the female Auror Captain, whose ample chest was fully exposed and bound in an extremely humiliating position, her eyes burning with fierce rage. Other than her, there were no conscious outsiders left on the scene.
She was lucky, in a way, that no one else saw her. Jerry waved his wand, ensuring the ropes completely encased her to prevent a quick escape, while also helping her avoid being seen by others.
Though, truthfully... they were quite sizable.
The next second, the light from the jewelry on Jerry's left arm dimmed. His figure blurred into a shadowy afterimage, and he rushed headlong into the spiderweb-like dark alleys of Knockturn Alley without looking back.
"You damned bastard, I will catch you!"
There were barely ten seconds left before the Aurors' Anti-Apparition barrier would be complete. The time he needed to buy for "Tank," "Mage," and "Rogue" was the window required to escape the "Community Branch" with the loot before the barrier took effect. He knew the trio would not disappoint him.
Just as Jerry darted out of one dark alley and into a slightly wider street, the cold, mechanical system alert, audible only to him, sounded again in his mind.
[Task: Cover Operation - Phase One: Create Chaos, Tie Down Aurors.]
[Completed!]
["Emergency Task Reward Calculation in Progress..."]
[Base Reward Disbursed:]
[Random Rare Potion Recipe] acquired: [Phantom Trace Potion] Recipe (Effect: Dramatically lowers the user's presence for a short duration, grants immunity to low-level detection spells for 30 minutes).
[Bonus Reward Judgment: Team member withdrawal status pending confirmation. Final reward will be assessed after the main task concludes.]