"Hey! Malfoy!"
A clear female voice rang out, carrying a hint of an exotic accent.
Malfoy, whose face usually wore an expression of arrogance, now broke into a familiar smile.
Jerry followed closely behind, with Hermione, Liliana, and Alicia also catching up.
A group of people appeared before them, some in threes and fives, others standing in a circle, curiously observing the surroundings of Hogwarts.
They were all dressed in well-tailored wizarding robes, which were more exquisite in style and brighter in color than the loose robes of Hogwarts.
This was the Asian Wizarding Delegation here for exchange and study.
The students averaged about sixteen years old, visibly taller and more mature than Jerry's group of first-years.
Their faces were filled with youthful vitality and obvious curiosity as they chattered amongst themselves.
Among them, the most eye-catching was the woman standing at the very front, who appeared to be the leader.
She was in her early thirties, her jet-black hair meticulously pinned up to reveal a stretch of snow-white neck.
Her oval face bore a gentle smile; although there were a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, they only added to her charm.
Most striking was her deep green silk wizarding robe, which clung tightly to her curvaceous figure, perfectly outlining a pair of breasts so full they seemed ready to burst through the silk.
The half-open neckline revealed a deep cleavage below her collarbones, which swayed alluringly with the rise and fall of her chest as she spoke.
She was Mei-ting Kim, the leading professor of the Korean Wizarding Exchange Group.
Mei-ting Kim's purple long hair was tied into a high ponytail that shimmered with a unique metallic sheen in the sunlight, adding a touch of playfulness and vitality to her mature elegance.
She noticed Malfoy first, her eyes curving into crescents as she waved gently at him.
"Professor Kim! Long time no see."
Malfoy stepped forward quickly, a rare look of closeness on his face.
He was evidently very familiar with this Mei-ting Kim.
Then, Malfoy turned to Jerry and the others behind him, introducing them enthusiastically: "Professor Kim, this is the Jerry Rosier I often mentioned to you... my good friend. He wasn't at school for a while and just returned today." Malfoy's hand landed on Jerry's shoulder, giving him a slightly firm push. "This is Hermione Granger from Hogwarts, Liliana from Hufflepuff, and this is her sister..."
Malfoy's introduction was quick. When he introduced Jerry, Mei-ting Kim's smiling eyes fell on him, carrying a hint of curiosity, a trace of scrutiny, and... an imperceptible heat.
Is this the orphan of the Rosier family?
Her students didn't know, but she had heard rumors that this sole survivor of the Rosier family had recently completed an extremely difficult reconnaissance mission for the Wizard Legion.
Not only did he cleanse the Rosier family's name of being Dark Wizards.
He even seemed to have become the Natural Lord of a newly occupied, resource-rich world.
Among the Asian Wizarding Delegation, Jerry's gaze quickly caught a special figure.
Under Malfoy's introduction, Jerry realized that she was Cho Chang.
She was currently standing next to a tall wizard with an upright posture and handsome features, evidently her current boyfriend.
Cho Chang felt Jerry's gaze and nodded slightly, revealing a smile.
She didn't know Jerry, but that didn't stop her from showing a friendly smile.
"Mr. Rosier!"
Mei-ting Kim extended her hand. Her voice carried a magnetic quality, the ending notes rising slightly, full of mature female charm.
Mei-ting Kim's hand was fair and slender, her nails rounded and trimmed. Her fingertips seemed to carry a cool touch as she gently held Jerry's small hand.
Her palm was soft yet firm, making Jerry feel as if he were wrapped in warm silk.
She held on tightly, her fingertips even tracing invisible circles in his palm, a teasing ambiguity in her touch.
Jerry's gaze involuntarily drifted downward, landing on the fullness of her chest that rose and fell with her movements.
Through the half-open neckline, Jerry could see the plump skin faintly flushed pink in the deep cleavage.
He could even imagine how her deep green silk robe, stretched to its limit, would shimmer alluringly in the sunlight.
"This woman is interesting!"
Malfoy's gaze merely swept over Mei-ting Kim's voluptuous figure and Cho Chang's delicate face without lingering.
His real point of interest landed on a seemingly petite Asian girl in the delegation with clearer eyes.
The girl was looking around curiously, occasionally covering her mouth to giggle at something her classmates said.
Malfoy leaned close to Jerry's ear, bumping his shoulder lightly, and whispered with a hint of slyness: "Jerry, since we've run into them, why not go together? The more people, the livelier it gets, and the Hog's Head banquet hall is spacious enough." He lowered his voice and added a sentence carrying a hint only men would understand: "Besides... they look pretty, interesting."
His gaze drifted unconsciously toward the cute Asian girl again.
Jerry could almost feel the direct interest in "cute" Asian girls radiating from Malfoy's eager gaze.
The corner of his mouth hooked into an imperceptible, playful arc.
"In that case!"
Jerry withdrew his hand from Mei-ting Kim's grasp, the warm, soft sensation still lingering on his fingertips. He flashed a somewhat unrestrained smile at Mei-ting Kim and the students of the Asian Wizarding Delegation: "Professor Kim, friends from afar, would you do us the honor of joining us in Hogsmeade for a drink at the Hog's Head? Today, Malfoy is treating!"
Jerry's sudden invitation quieted the entire Asian Wizarding Delegation.
The older wizards exchanged glances, looking at each other.
Mei-ting Kim's purple ponytail swayed gently behind her, an imperceptible glint flashing in her eyes.
"That... would naturally be our honor."
Mei-ting Kim smiled slightly, her full breasts swaying gently with her nod, forming an enticing wave: "But Hogsmeade is quite a distance from here, and there are so many of us. Perhaps today we should..."
"Leave it to me!"
Jerry winked at Malfoy, who immediately understood.
He pulled a wooden whistle carved with complex runes from his pocket, brought it to his lips, and blew gently.
Hum!
A low hum, accompanied by the loud sound of wings flapping, heralded several black-painted pumpkin carriages without horses descending slowly from the distant sky, stopping steadily in front of them. The glass windows of these carriages shimmered with colorful magical runes, and the doors were inlaid with gorgeous gems—clearly luxury custom models modified with magic.
"These are enough to seat all of us."
Jerry said, pulling open the door of a carriage first and gesturing for everyone to enter.
The students of the Asian Wizarding Delegation exclaimed in surprise, whispering among themselves.
One of them, a petite Korean girl with innocent eyes—Malfoy's target of observation just now—covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Wow! Magic carriages! So cool!"
Her voice was soft and glutinous, full of girlish innocence, making Malfoy's gaze linger for a few seconds longer.
Her companion, a Japanese girl with short, sharp hair, excitedly took out a portable magical camera and snapped photos of the pumpkin carriages, the clicking shutter sound ceaseless.
Cho Chang and her boyfriend also looked at these carriages with shining eyes.
The tall wizard put his arm around Cho Chang's waist and whispered something in her ear, causing a shy blush to appear on her face immediately.
Soon, everyone boarded the pumpkin carriages one after another.
Jerry sat with Hermione, Malfoy, Liliana, Alicia, Mei-ting Kim, and several leaders of the Asian Wizarding Delegation.
The interior was spacious and comfortable, the soft velvet seats allowing one to sink into them.
The carriage started, gliding smoothly toward Hogsmeade.
The scenery outside the window flew backward, the majestic Hogwarts castle shrinking in view.
Before long, a burst of noise came from the distance. Even through the thick glass windows of the carriage, cheers and applause could be heard.
"Look! That's the Wizard's Chess Championship!"
Malfoy pointed out the window, excitement in his tone.
Looking in the direction of his finger, on a vast plain in the distance, towering black and white statues stood like real soldiers on a huge chessboard. Each was hundreds of meters tall.
Jerry and the others were flying over the chessboard in their carriage. They could see the huge pieces moving step by step with heavy rumbling sounds under invisible commands.
Every move was accompanied by slight tremors of the ground and thunderous cheers from the audience.
A huge black knight was waving a heavy greatsword, hacking heavily onto a white pawn.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, wood chips flew, and the white pawn exploded directly, turning into fragments and disappearing in the air.
The students of the Asian Wizarding Delegation were thoroughly shocked by this magnificent scene.
The cute Asian girl who had left an impression on Malfoy was now completely lying by the window, her small mouth slightly open, eyes full of wonder and excitement.
The Japanese girl beside her jumped up excitedly, pointing out the window and chattering in Japanese.
Even the usually steady Cho Chang couldn't help but lean out to watch curiously with her boyfriend.
Strange brilliance also flickered in Mei-ting Kim's purple eyes.
She looked at the real and cruel Wizard's Chess battle outside the window, then glanced at the calm-faced Jerry beside her, the corner of her mouth hooking into a playful arc.
Jerry felt the pressure of Hermione leaning against him; the softness pressed against his left arm shifted her center of gravity slightly.
Hermione's body pressed tightly against Jerry; the soft touch made Jerry's lower body even more swollen.
Liliana saw all this. Watching Hermione lean almost her entire body on Jerry, a wave of inexplicable jealousy surged in her heart.
Although Jerry had always been intimate with her too, seeing Hermione so close to him still gave her a sense of loss and dissatisfaction, like having a treasure stolen.
Liliana pursed her lips, a sly glint flashing in her clear eyes.
Liliana also leaned forward. Her slender arm passed behind Jerry's back, hugging his waist through his clothes.
Her cheek pressed gently against Jerry's right shoulder, sandwiching Jerry between her and Hermione.
Jerry was flanked by two girls. Soft touches came constantly from his arms and waist. His giant spear, grown huge under the robe, became even hotter between the squeezes of the two girls' softness.
Jerry could feel the meat object between his legs, loosely covered by the robe, pressing against the wooden board of the carriage, making a slight friction sound.
Alicia just sat in her seat, lazily extending her hand, fingers kneading her full thigh casually.
Alicia didn't lie by the window like the other students but narrowed her eyes, staring intently at the chess game.
Alicia muttered words, as if analyzing the moves of the pieces below, occasionally grumbling: "Hmm... this black knight moved too rashly... White should block the opponent's bishop here... Idiot..."
Alicia's face showed no expression, completely immersed in her own thoughts, turning a blind eye to the ambiguous physical contact between the three people beside her.
The pumpkin carriage passed smoothly over the Wizard's Chess Championship venue. The noise faded away, replaced by the lively and warm atmosphere unique to Hogsmeade village.
The roofs of the village were covered with thin snow. Smoke curled from chimneys of every household, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of candy and Butterbeer.
"Thanksgiving is coming soon."
Mei-ting Kim's voice sounded in the carriage. Her gaze fell out the window, those purple pupils deep and misty, as if seeing a farther place through the snow scene of Hogsmeade.
"Every year at this time, Hogwarts and Hogsmeade are exceptionally lively. Your emphasis on Thanksgiving always feels like it surpasses Christmas..."
Mei-ting Kim's fingertips tapped rhythmically on the window. That hand was white and slender, nails trimmed round and healthy, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.
The atmosphere in the carriage became more relaxed and cheerful due to the topic of Thanksgiving.
The faces of the Asian Wizarding Delegation students were filled with anticipation.
Most of them were spending this special holiday in a foreign country for the first time; the novelty made them exceptionally excited.
Liliana lifted her head from Jerry's shoulder, eyes shining: "Yes, there will be lots of delicious food for Thanksgiving! And pumpkin pie, turkey!"
Hermione also turned her head slightly, eyes still looking out the window, but her body didn't leave Jerry's side.
She pressed tightly against Jerry's arm, letting her chest press deeper onto his muscles. "The Thanksgiving fireworks show is also famous. Heard the Headmaster will cast spells personally to make the sky full of fireworks form shapes of various magical creatures."
Jerry could feel the huge spear bulging under his robe between his legs pressing against the wooden board of the carriage, creating subtle friction with the slight swaying of the carriage.
Jerry tried to lean back but found Hermione and Liliana following closely like two clingy kittens, making his limbs sandwiched by the two women even tenser.
"So, tonight's Hog's Head is also to celebrate Thanksgiving in advance, right?"
Mei-ting Kim's gaze returned to the carriage, finally falling on Jerry again.
A sly light flickered in her purple pupils, carrying a hint of ambiguous teasing.
Her voice was low and magnetic, the ending note carrying a special rhythm, as if inviting Jerry to explore her world deeper.
Mei-ting Kim seemed to want to confirm something, leaning forward slightly. Those full breasts under the constraint of the dark green silk robe seemed ready to tear the silk apart the next second, revealing the snow-white flesh hidden within.
Hearing Mei-ting Kim's question, Malfoy shook his head, his platinum hair swaying along.
Malfoy's gaze swept through the window over the increasingly lively streets of Hogsmeade, tone carrying an unquestionable certainty:
"Not really. Today's gathering... precisely speaking, is to celebrate a certain guy's triumphant return from another world. Thanksgiving just happened to coincide with this excitement."
Malfoy's gaze finally rested on Jerry, with a teasing smile.
The sly light in Mei-ting Kim's already deep purple eyes grew stronger.
"Oh? Triumphant return?"
Mei-ting Kim's voice became lower, full of magnetism, the ending note carrying a special rhythm, as if inviting Jerry to explore her world deeper.
"Mr. Rosier, since you returned from another world... your experiences must be extraordinary, right? Although I served in the frontline legion in my early years, I'm ashamed to say I was mostly responsible for some logistics. Adventures like yours, directly participating in... what you call 'another world,' must be an experience I can never reach in my lifetime."
Mei-ting Kim's tone carried a trace of imperceptible respect and envy. Although she smiled, deep in her eyes, she seemed truly full of curiosity and longing for Jerry's adventure.
She was deliberately elevating Jerry, revealing a longing for power and the unknown world between the lines.
However, Professor McGonagall's warning before departure still echoed in his ears—the Ministry of Magic was strictly controlling and blocking information about the "other world." Before the dust settled, one needed to be cautious in speech and action.
Although the carriage was full of Malfoy's "bad friends" and the seemingly reliable "Professor Kim," and Jerry believed they wouldn't betray him.
But in such a public occasion, caution was better.
Jerry suppressed his expanding desire deep in his heart, only revealing a standard smile with a hint of mystery.
Jerry smiled, patted Hermione's back gently, and said in a nonchalant tone:
"Professor, you flatter me. Actually, it was nothing special, just executed some tasks, met some... interesting people and things. Of course, there were some dangerous situations, but luckily all turned out safe."
Jerry spoke vaguely, neither denying his experience nor revealing any substantial details, just glossing over it lightly.
"Specifics, let's talk about them when there's a chance in the future. Now, fine wine and friends are the most important, aren't they?"
He didn't delve into the insights of the "other world," but cleverly steered the topic back to the purpose of this gathering.
Mei-ting Kim's eyes flashed slightly, seemingly understanding Jerry's implied meaning. She didn't ask further, just smiling with a hint of profound meaning.
Just then, with a creak, the pumpkin carriage stopped steadily in front of the dilapidated wooden door of the Hog's Head.
The carriage shook slightly. Jerry felt the warmth pressing on his left arm and waist withdraw simultaneously. His spear, almost out of control, finally got liberated.
It bounced fiercely inside the robe. The numbness didn't subside but became more turbulent.
"We're here."
Malfoy shouted cheerfully, pushing open the door first. The unique smell of the bar, mixed with malt and tobacco, instantly filled the entire carriage.
Everyone filed in.
The interior of the Hog's Head was dim as always. Light was blocked by heavy curtains, with only a few flickering magic lanterns behind the bar providing weak light.
This sudden influx of a large group, especially those well-dressed, curious Asian wizards, made the already cramped space appear even more crowded, attracting sparse glances from a few old drunkards in the corner.
"Boss, the usual, give us the back banquet hall."
Malfoy walked familiarly to the bar and said naturally.
However, the face of the short, fat boss behind the bar, who always wore a somewhat fawning smile, was a bit awkward at this moment.
His hand wiping the bar paused. He looked up at Malfoy, then glanced at Jerry and his group with strong aura behind him, squeezing out a smile uglier than crying: "Young Master Malfoy, Mr. Rosier... really sorry, that... banquet hall has been booked today."
Logically speaking, the price for booking the banquet hall expanded by the Undetectable Extension Charm at the Hog's Head for a night was scary high; almost no one would come here specifically to book the whole place.
"Booked?" Malfoy's eyebrows raised. He casually fished in his pocket, pulled out a few Galleons, and tossed them on the bar with a clink. "Are they here? If not, give it to us. These are compensation for you."
"Th... this..." The boss was sweating. He looked at the golden Galleons but didn't reach out to take them: "The other party... hasn't arrived yet, but... but I really can't cancel this reservation..."
Seeing this, Jerry took a step forward.
His still-boyish figure exuded an unquestionable aura under the dim light.
He said nothing, just reached into his robe, pulled out a heavy leather bag, and tossed it casually on the bar.
Crash!
The bag opened, and dozens of brand-new Galleons poured out, paving a thin layer on the dirty bar. The golden light looked exceptionally dazzling in the dim bar; even the drunken old men in the corner cast greedy glances.
"Give the extra to them as compensation."
Jerry's voice was flat but struck the boss's heart like a heavy hammer.
Just as the boss looked at the pile of gold coins, his eyes beginning to waver, a cold and unkind female voice came from behind them.
"Oh? What a generous hand. Mr. Rosier, it seems you gained a lot in the frontline legion this time. Maybe I should report to the Tax Office; who knows, might find some facts about your tax evasion?"
Everyone turned around and saw several women standing at the bar entrance.
The leader attracted everyone's attention as soon as she appeared.
Tall and fit, she wore a tailored black tight leather suit. The shiny leather tightly wrapped every inch of her powerful muscle lines. The zipper of the leather jacket was only pulled up to below her chest, propping her perky, not exaggerated but extremely elastic breasts high. With her breathing, the exposed snow-white skin formed a sharp contrast with the black leather.
Legs long and straight, tight leather pants outlined round, perky buttocks curves. With every step, the leather friction made subtle squeak sounds.
It was Selina!
Her face held no expression. Those grey eyes, like two cold stones, stared dead at Jerry, making no secret of the hatred and disgust within.
Behind her stood seven or eight witches of similar age.
They also had straight postures and capable temperaments. Some wore sharp-cut wizarding robes, others also wore tight combat attire. Obviously, they were all elites of the wizarding world, Selina's friends.
Their gazes looking at Jerry's group also carried scrutiny and unfriendliness.
"Professor Selina."
Jerry's voice remained flat. He didn't even turn his head, as if he had long anticipated her appearance.
"Sometimes I really don't want to see you."
"Especially when I'm in a good mood."
Selina's voice was like a basin of ice water, carrying bone-deep chill; every word chiseled into the air like a nail.
Jerry finally turned around slowly. There was no ripple on that boyish face, as if Selina's disgust was just insignificant air to him.
The corner of his mouth hooked into a playful arc. His gaze landed on the full leather jacket on Selina's chest, then swept nonchalantly over her long, straight legs.
Undercurrents only the two of them could read surged in Jerry's overly deep eyes.
"Oh, is that so? Then I'd be happy to appear in front of you." Jerry's tone was even, carrying a hint of mockery. He tilted his head slightly, a trace of teasing flashing in his eyes. "After all, some things... always require personal involvement to experience the fun of the 'deepest parts', don't they? Especially for someone like you who 'doesn't bow easily', some 'lessons' might need more direct ways to be remembered."
Selina's face changed abruptly. She bit her lower lip tightly, fists clenching with a crunch under black leather gloves.
Jerry's words were like peeling open her most shameful scar. Selina's breathing became a bit hurried. Her tight breasts rubbed constantly under the leather with the violent heaving of her chest, making subtle squeak sounds.
Her long, straight legs also bent slightly, as if ready to pounce on Jerry at any moment and tear that calm, hateful face apart.
"People with tough mouths always learn what obedience means after paying the price."
Selina sneered, every word sounding squeezed through her teeth. "Some 'tastes', once tasted, one should learn to clamp their legs tight and not open their mouth easily again, to avoid embarrassing themselves."
Her words were equally insinuating, hinting at the humiliating situation where Jerry made her "open her mouth" in the last duel.
"Yes, after tasting the sweetness, one can't stop, right?"
Jerry raised an eyebrow, tone still calm, but the playful arc of his mouth deepened: "I see you clearly enjoy the feeling of being 'ridden', Professor. However, next time, I'll consider changing a 'tool', maybe it can penetrate deeper into the heart, making you truly emit 'screams' that satisfy even myself."
Jerry's words were bold and explicit. He didn't care if others understood his subtle, lewd insinuations. His eyes lingered on Selina, as if peeking through the leather clothes to see the trembling deep in her flesh.
Selina's face twisted completely, drowned by shame and anger.
Her cheeks flushed red with rage, contrasting sharply with her fair skin. The fury almost seemed to ignite her entire being.
The witches behind her also sensed the intense killing intent radiating from Selina. The air seemed to freeze, as if it would explode the next second.
The owner of the Hog's Head broke into a cold sweat. He wiped the bar tremblingly, watching the two sides at daggers drawn, feeling his head swell.
How could a small bar owner like him dare to intervene in the grudge between the Deputy Head of the Auror Office and a Pure-blood family?
Just then, the door of another slightly smaller private room next to them was pushed open, and someone walked out.
It was a girl slightly younger than Selina but equally outstanding in temperament.
Dazzling long hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall; her emerald green eyes were bright and spirited.
She wore a Hogwarts seventh-year prefect robe, the silver badge on her chest glimmering in the dim light.
It was Isabella.
Her appearance seemed to break the frozen air in the bar.
Malfoy, Hermione, and Liliana immediately bowed respectfully: "Prefect Isabella!"
Even though they weren't in the same house, the respect due was still given, especially in front of outsiders.
Alicia, who had long graduated, just lazily lifted her eyelids and nodded slightly to Isabella as a greeting.
Isabella returned a gentle smile, her gaze sweeping over Malfoy and the others, finally landing on Jerry.
Isabella paused slightly, a fleeting surprise flashing in her emerald eyes, but her expression remained unmoved, maintaining the steadiness befitting a prefect.
She took a few steps forward. After listening to the bar owner's awkward explanation, she sighed softly and turned her gaze to Selina.
"Deputy Head Selina, everyone."
Isabella's voice was crisp and melodious, carrying a soothing power: "Sorry to interrupt, but may I offer a small suggestion?"
She looked at Jerry's group, revealing a friendly smile: "We still have plenty of empty seats over there, and the space is quite sufficient. If you don't mind, why not join us? Fiona happens to be there too."
Jerry saw that Isabella was giving him a way out. He didn't fear Selina's threat, but he indeed didn't want this buzzkill bitch to ruin the pleasant atmosphere.
He nodded slightly to Malfoy, who understood immediately, his face respectful yet retaining Slytherin pride.
"Then we'll impose on you, Senior."
Malfoy's voice sounded polite, but those familiar with him could hear the imperceptible distance within, as if accepting the invitation wasn't a sign of weakness but out of respect for Isabella.
As Malfoy stepped forward first, Jerry also turned, leading Mei-ting Kim, Hermione, Liliana, Alicia, and the Asian Wizarding Delegation toward the private room Isabella mentioned.
Selina watched them turn and leave, a victorious smile curling her lips, then snorted forcefully. The sound was like a sharp wind, seeming to want to expel this group from the bar.
Leading the few equally unfriendly witches behind her, she strode with powerful steps, the squeak of leather friction declaring her ownership in the dim bar.
Jerry and his group pushed open the door to the private room, and a richer, warm, and enticing aroma hit their faces.
The faint scent of malt and sweet candy intertwined, mixed with the sizzling grease of roast meat, the savory juice of steak, and the soft milky aroma of mashed potatoes—a feast for the senses that whetted the appetite.
Looking up, a dozen translucent frosting angels fluttered gracefully on the ceiling. Their transparent wings flapped, each beat accompanied by a subtle buzz, sprinkling dots of golden sugar powder like casting some sweet magic.
These little angels were not just decorations but hosts of the banquet. They shuttled nimbly through the air; some poured amber Butterbeer, the gurgle of liquid sounding pleasing to the ear.
Some delivered cut roast meat to mouths, some distributed steaming meals, and some were even "drunk" along with the beer by the laughing girls in the room, turning into pure deliciousness.
The center of the room wasn't a traditional dining table but several wide, soft sofas arranged loosely in a semi-circle. Various wines and snacks were piled casually on low tables, creating a lazy and relaxed atmosphere.
A short-haired girl was resting her head on one hand, nestled in the sofa drinking comfortably—it was Fiona. She wore a loose wool pullover casually, revealing a stretch of white neck.
Beside her sat another short-haired girl, her jet-black short hair seemingly carefully styled, fitting the graceful lines of her cheeks. That was the Gryffindor prefect Cressida.
Cressida was leaning on the sofa, a goblet filled with golden dragon sperm by her hand. Originally relaxed, whispering something to Fiona with unprecedented softness in her eyes, her face sank instantly upon seeing Jerry enter, her emerald eyes revealing undisguised chill. Fiona and Cressida, one blonde and one black-haired, two completely different short hairstyles, both exuded a capable and unique beauty.
Jerry noticed Cressida's cold expression but also felt her familiar aura. He said nothing, only the corner of his lips turning up slightly.
Under Cressida's tsundere cold exterior, she clearly felt a certain heat rising in her body.
Her lower body, where no one noticed, began to secrete an uncontrollable wetness. The slippery feeling along her tight panties made her clamp her legs unconsciously, as if still savoring the touch of being wantonly thrust by the thick, long spear.
Towards this eleven-year-old boy, the complex emotions in Cressida's heart were indescribable—shame, anger, unwillingness, yet mixed with a trace of undeniable restlessness and desire surging from deep within her body.
After everyone introduced themselves, the atmosphere quickly became harmonious.
Mei-ting Kim chatted with Isabella about the latest trends in the wizarding world. Malfoy quickly struck up a conversation with the Asian girl he had noticed, eliciting peals of silvery laughter from her.
Liliana and Hermione looked around curiously, tasting the dazzling array of food, while Alicia dove into the meat pile, eating heartily.
Some wizards gathered in a corner to gamble with dice. The sound of dice colliding, accompanied by laughter and chatter, filled the room with a cheerful atmosphere.
Jerry found an empty seat and nestled casually into a soft sofa, his spear growing larger under his robe.
He casually poured himself a glass of Butterbeer and downed it.
The sweet malt scent flowed down his throat, stirring up waves of coolness.
The sweetness of the Butterbeer flowed down his throat; the coolness dispelled some of the heat, but more was a comfortable feeling of returning to reality.
This feeling was much more comfortable than in that other world, forever filled with damp steam and the rusty smell of iron in the air.
Just as Jerry was enjoying this moment of peace, the sofa beside him sank slightly, and a familiar warm breath carrying a faint floral scent squeezed over.
It was Fiona.
Fiona sat very close, her thigh pressing tightly against Jerry's. Under the soft wool sweater was the girl's warm body.
But a hand quietly slid under the sofa cushion. In that dim and covered gap, like a nimble snake, it accurately probed into the hem of Jerry's wide wizarding robe.
Her palm was warm and soft, with a trace of thin calluses left from years of practicing spells.
Without any hesitation, it covered Jerry's lower body, which had already propped up a huge tent under the robe.
Through a thin layer of trouser fabric, Fiona unceremoniously grasped the shockingly sized spear in her palm.
"Mmh..." Jerry's body paused imperceptibly, a suppressed moan escaping his throat.
Jerry could clearly feel Fiona's palm wrapping around him from the root, thumb and index finger gripping the shaft, while the other three fingers supported the heavy sac below.
The size was so exaggerated that Fiona's not-small hand couldn't completely close around it.
Jerry didn't resist. Instead, he turned his head, smiling at Fiona.
"Senior." Jerry's voice carried a hint of teasing.
Fiona's cheeks flushed slightly, but her eyes were bold and direct.
Fiona's lips leaned close to Jerry's ear, breathing with a sweet voice full of complaint only the two of them could hear: "If Isabella hadn't slipped and told me, I wouldn't have known you took on such a dangerous mission."
While Fiona spoke, the palm holding the giant object began to knead rhythmically. Fiona's thumb circled slowly on the thick blood vessel bulging on the hard spear, feeling the vigorous pulse.
"And Selina... her mouth is like a combination lock, refusing to reveal anything."
Fiona's tone carried a trace of lingering fear and dissatisfaction, but the force in her hand increased a bit, as if punishing Jerry for concealing it. Fiona could feel the giant object in her palm hardening further under her caress, the tip already secreting some clear fluid, revealing a sticky wetness even through the fabric.
This secret and bold teasing reignited the desire in Jerry's body that had just calmed down.
He could hear the laughter around him, smell the aroma of food, but under the cover of the robe, his entire world seemed to be left with only Fiona's warm, soft hand wreaking havoc in his crotch, and her sweet words carrying moist breath in his ear.
Jerry felt the spear in his lower body almost exploding, tightly held and rhythmically stroked by Fiona's warm, soft hand.
Jerry's deep eyes narrowed slightly. His fingers quietly reached into his bosom under the cover of the robe.
Although the surrounding light was dim, it was no obstacle to him.
Jerry pulled something out of his pocket—a dragon horn polished smooth and glossy. Although this horn was taken from those "insectoid" chromatic dragons and its magical energy was far less than that of a pure-blood dragon, as a rare and unique gift, it was already invaluable.
This section of dragon horn was carefully decorated by Jerry, with a gem glowing with spectral blue light inlaid at the top, and several tiny rubies surrounding the middle, like a string of flames circling a cold moon. The overall shape was rugged yet exquisite, full of exotic charm.
Under the cover of the robe, Jerry secretly stuffed the dragon horn into Fiona's hand. Her palm still gripped his giant object tightly, fingertips occasionally brushing the edge of the dragon horn, bringing a cold touch.
"This is a specialty I brought specially for you, Senior."
Jerry's voice carried an ambiguous rasp. His lips almost brushed Fiona's earlobe; the warm breath made her shudder involuntarily.
As he spoke, Jerry's fingertips glided gently over the skin behind her ear, teasing like a feather. "No one else has one."
Fiona's body stiffened abruptly. She felt the rough yet warm dragon horn in her palm, and the heat still transmitting a sense of huge power through the trouser fabric.
The intimacy and exclusivity in those words made her heart tremble, cheeks reddening further, the flush spreading almost to her ears.
She pretended to inadvertently withdraw her hand, quietly tucking the dragon horn into her sleeve.
The look she gave Jerry carried a trace of rebuke, but more was a satisfaction of being pampered.
Fiona glanced at Jerry reproachfully. Her voice was pressed very low, carrying a unique, slightly dominant softness: "Considering your thoughtfulness, I'll forgive you. But if you dare do this again next time, taking such a dangerous mission without even greeting me... don't blame me for ignoring you in the future."
Although her mouth warned, her hand didn't stop completely.
The hand that held the dragon horn just now fumbled as if unconsciously, then with a deeper layer of playfulness, drilled back under Jerry's wide robe.
Fiona first circled gently with her fingertips, feeling its scorching temperature and vibrant pulse, then closed her five fingers, wrapping from bottom to top around the thickness that almost filled her palm.
Fiona felt the continuous heat and hardness through the fabric, and the clear fluid seeping out from the tip again, making the fabric even wetter and stickier.
Fiona exerted slight force, stroking gently up and down along the huge shaft. Every slide was accompanied by the subtle friction sound of fabric and skin, and the faint sound of liquid adhesion from Jerry's lower body.
Doing such a secret and bold action, Fiona changed the subject nonchalantly, her voice carrying a trace of confusion: "What were you arguing about outside just now? Even sitting in this room expanded by the Undetectable Extension Charm, we could feel the increasingly rich magical fluctuations rippling in the air..."
Jerry's eyes, slightly unfocused due to Fiona's teasing, cleared a bit at this moment.
While enjoying the gentle and powerful caress in her palm, he responded lightly: "Nothing, just some old scores... Mmh!"
"Just tell me..." Fiona pressed against Jerry, the movement of her hand accelerating abruptly.
Cup after cup of wine went down, and the atmosphere in the room became noisier.
Especially those senior exchange students from the Asian Magic Academy. Accustomed to unspiked beer, how could they have drunk such potent magical mead?
Thinking it was just ordinary beer with butter, they let loose.
Now, all were flushed and swaying, tongues swollen, starting to put arms around shoulders, laughing and playing.
Even Cho Chang's usually serious boyfriend was now lying on the table, snoring loudly. Although the girls drank relatively cautiously, the seemingly sweet but potent magic of the honey butter wine also made their cheeks flush alluringly, eyes misty, bodies leaning softly on the sofas, occasionally emitting a few娇憨 giggles.
Only Mei-ting Kim, although her face was also red, her purple eyes remained clear and lucid under the tipsy appearance.
As an experienced professor, her mental power far exceeded the ordinary. Plus, she had obviously tasted this strong liquor before; alcohol had minimal effect on her. Her consciousness remained highly clear, only the faint smile on her lips became more playful.
Jerry was stimulated almost unbearably by Fiona's little hand wreaking havoc under the robe. The huge spear rubbed and stroked in her palm, the tip already so sticky it almost broke through the constraint of the fabric. He could feel his waist and abdomen tighten, a strong heatwave rushing from his crotch straight to his forehead.
"I... I'm going to the restroom."
Jerry's voice carried a suppressed rasp. He stood up abruptly, trying to avoid the impending eruption.
Seeing this, Fiona almost subconsciously wanted to get up and follow.
Her eyes, misted by alcohol, now flickered with a light of monopoly, as if unwilling to let Jerry leave her sight.
However, just as she moved, a cold hand grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?"
Cressida's voice was cold. Her gaze was like a knife quenched in ice, carrying obvious jealousy.
Fiona turned her head. A trace of anger immediately ignited in her amber eyes, and she glared back at Cressida unceremoniously.
Her body, somewhat lazy from alcohol, exploded with astonishing speed at this moment.
Her hand broke free from Cressida's grasp and, almost at the same time, reached like lightning toward the root of Cressida's thigh.
"Mmh!" Cressida trembled violently. She instinctively clamped her legs, but it was too late.
Fiona's fingers had rudely yet accurately inserted between her legs, pressing directly on that private, hot place through the thin fabric.
Cressida's body stiffened instantly, a suppressed gasp escaping her throat.
Her cold cheek also flushed with a shame at this moment.
Fiona's fingers kneaded between her soft petals. Through the fabric, she could feel the warmth and moisture from her fingertips. That painful and itchy stimulation made her already sensitive body even hotter.
Just during the secret clash between Fiona and Cressida, a slender figure had nimbly blocked Jerry's path.
It was Isabella.
Isabella's blonde hair flowed with soft luster in the dim light, a knowing smile in her emerald eyes.
Isabella said nothing, just reached out and gently held Jerry's wrist, the touch warm and firm.
Isabella led Jerry through the slightly crowded crowd, straight to a small door deep in the private room—the passage to the restroom.
In the restroom, the air was much cooler than outside, with only a magic lamp emitting weak light.
As soon as Isabella closed the door, she pulled Jerry close abruptly. Her body pressed tightly against Jerry; her soft breasts pressed Jerry almost breathless.
She looked up, emerald eyes like two pools of spring water, full of deep affection and desire.
"Knew you couldn't hold it." Isabella's voice carried a low, husky smile. Lips carrying the slight sweetness and heat of alcohol kissed Jerry's lips directly.
This was a kiss carrying the aftertaste of alcohol and scorching desire.
Isabella's tongue pried open Jerry's teeth domineeringly and lingeringly, driving straight in, greedily sucking every inch of fluid in his mouth.
Isabella's hands also began to misbehave, first stroking Jerry's lower back, then sliding all the way down, feeling his huge spear through the robe.
Kissing Jerry almost to suffocation, Isabella slightly parted her lips, forehead against Jerry's forehead. Those emerald eyes, smiling, slowly lowered to Jerry's lower body.
Without any hesitation, she knelt directly.
Jerry's spear, already held high and abnormally sticky, now appeared even more massive and full of power in front of Isabella.
Isabella looked up, looking at it with a worshipful gaze, tongue tip gently licking her moist lips, eyes full of naked desire.
She extended her warm, moist tongue, licking on Jerry's fabric-soaked trousers. As she licked, she skillfully undid the buttons of Jerry's robe and trousers, pulling down the zipper.
Splash...
With the sound of water, the spear, suffocated under the fabric for a long time and engorged to the limit, popped out fiercely in Isabella's palm.
It was huge and thick, the tip slightly purple-red. The veins swollen from congestion were clearly visible.
It was as long as Isabella's entire forearm, and its thickness was astonishing, like a wooden stake full of power.
Slurp... slurp...
The sound of water echoed in her mouth. That huge, unreasonably long blade appeared particularly hideous in front of her exquisite small face; just the tip almost filled her mouth.
"You... aren't you afraid... I... will die... die in that other world?"
Jerry bent his waist slightly, hands holding Isabella's head. His voice carried heavy panting; with every word, the long blade below jumped violently in Isabella's mouth.
Isabella held that massive long blade, responding indistinctly: "The man... I set my eyes on... absolutely... impossible... mmh... to be so incompetent!"
Isabella increased the sucking force. The huge long blade was swallowed deeper; the thick veins at the front slid in her throat, seeming about to burst her mouth and reach her throat the next moment.
Isabella made a gulp sound, a difficult swallow.
Isabella's exquisite small face turned red, physiological tears even welling in her eyes.
That deep-throat action almost suffocated Jerry; pleasure surged through his spine like electric current.
Isabella relaxed the pressure in her mouth slightly, looked up at Jerry again, eyes firm, carrying a trace of provocation: "If you... really... died in that world... I... would avenge you... but... afterwards... mmh ah... I would forget you..."
Isabella paused, took a deep breath again, then said in a deeper, indistinct voice: "Because... I... never remember... an... incompetent man..."
As soon as the voice fell, a sly light flashed in Isabella's moist eyes.
Isabella opened her mouth abruptly, using her teeth to bite forcefully—yet precisely—under Jerry's massive long blade, almost rubbing against the veins, sliding down with the momentum.
"Hiss!"
Jerry's body arched instantly like a large bow. He felt a violent numbness and pain in his crotch. That pain mixed with extreme pleasure made his breath stop.
That sound was like a beast's low roar, yet also like a groan of extreme pleasure.
Isabella's teeth released, leaving only a shallow red mark. Immediately, her moist mouth deeply contained that trembling long blade again.
She looked up, a trace of crazy teasing in her emerald eyes: "Don't you... want... mmh... to seek revenge on... Selina?"
Her words were indistinct, voice sweet and raspy. The huge long blade moved in and out of her mouth, making waves of water sounds, hearing which made Jerry's mind sway.
"Revenge?"
Jerry panted heavily, pulling a shred of reason from that extreme pleasure. Jerry's hands still held Isabella's head. Amidst her forceful sucking, the huge meat column under his crotch thrust fiercely in her throat.
Jerry felt every nerve in his body burning. That numbness, itch, and pain almost made him lose the ability to think.
Listening to the slurp slurp water sounds echoing in his ears, Jerry asked with difficulty: "Do you have... any good idea?"
Isabella spat out that massive meat column, pulling out a crystal silver thread from the corner of her mouth. She licked it gently with her tongue tip, a sly light flickering in those emerald eyes.
Rising slowly, those boneless fingers gently tidied Jerry's trousers, then leaned to his ear, voice charming and full of calculation:
"I... have long cracked the Hog's Head's array and can enter Selina's room directly."
Her fingertips seemingly inadvertently slid across Jerry's waist side, then kneaded gently on his firm lower abdomen. "Only... I don't have any suitable potions on hand."
Hearing this, Jerry understood immediately.
He smiled and licked a trace of crystal on Isabella's chin, saying playfully: "In here... there is only the best potion. Can make a woman... radiant." On Jerry's tender face, a wicked smile inconsistent with his age hung at this moment, pointing to his lower body which had become even more massive and the tip wetter.
Isabella was stunned first, then her pretty face was dyed with an alluring crimson.
In her emerald eyes, there was a trace of shyness and rebuke, yet charming and moving; eyes flowing with waves, full of charm.
She raised her hand, patted Jerry's butt lightly like a coquettish rebuke, rolled her eyes again, voice carrying a little annoyance, but more unconcealable pampering: "Bastard little pervert."
Suddenly!
"Is anyone in there?"
Hermione's slightly anxious voice came from outside the door, faintly carrying a few points of drunken softness.
"Hermione?" Jerry's voice was full of calm.
He gave Isabella a look to stay calm. Isabella immediately understood the relationship between Jerry and Hermione. Isabella rolled her eyes and slapped Jerry's butt again.
"Jerry? So you are in there!" Hermione's voice sounded pleasantly surprised.
Outside the door, Hermione's face was also a bit flushed; the alcohol was getting to her head bit by bit.
Both she and Cho Chang were unsteady on their feet. The paralysis of alcohol made their bodies soft, and their movements somewhat slow.
"I can't hold it anymore!"
Cho Chang's voice also rang out confusedly. She drank more than Hermione. Her clear oval face was now red as a ripe apple, eyes watery, body so soft she was almost hanging on Hermione.
Just now in the private room, they were playing Truth or Dare. After losing several rounds in a row, Cho Chang was punished to drink a lot of mead and was now completely drunk.