"Sigh!"
The sound of sighing resounded throughout the classroom.
Jerry stood at the classroom door, looking at the depressing scene before him. First he was taken aback, then a playful smile surfaced.
He understood. It was because of the "Parent-Teacher Conference"!
For these young wizards who had just come into contact with the magical world, this was indeed their first major hurdle.
In the classroom, the usually chattering boys and girls were now all drooping their heads, staring blankly at the desks as if impending doom was written all over them.
Quidditch training, explosions in Charms class, shoes chewed off in Herbology... these "embarrassing incidents" that usually excited everyone had now become "evidence of crimes" for the parent-teacher conference.
Except for a few "top students" like Hermione who were exceptionally talented and studied hard, able to achieve dazzling results, the average score of the vast majority of first-year little wizards hovered around the passing line.
Such a barely passing report card was undoubtedly a heavy blow to children who had been placed with high hopes in the Muggle world since childhood, especially having to be evaluated by professors in front of their parents.
Jerry naturally didn't care. He walked with a leisurely pace through these dejected little wizards, his face wearing a relaxation entirely out of place with the atmosphere.
He naturally didn't have to worry about his grades for the upcoming parent-teacher conference!
More importantly, what parents did he have to hold a parent-teacher conference for!
Jerry was just about to find an empty seat when the appearance of a blonde girl made him stop.
Hannah was sitting right next to the seat he intended to take.
She usually was always alone, looking dreamily out the window, seeming to communicate with invisible creatures in the air.
Hannah at this moment, however, was sitting surprisingly properly in her seat. She didn't wear a sorrowful face like other students, but stared unblinkingly at Jerry with those slightly blurred blue eyes, not speaking, just watching quietly.
Jerry glanced at her somewhat puzzledly, then followed Hannah's gaze, looking down at his own direction.
Jerry then looked at Hannah's hand. In her slender white hand, she held a "magic mirror" carved from dark wood—that wasn't an ordinary magic mirror. It was exquisitely shaped, the frame carved with secret runes, the mirror surface flashing with unique flowing light. It was precisely the exclusive login device for the "Forbidden Eden" website.
The edges and corners of the magic mirror were polished smooth and round, obviously having been rubbed repeatedly by her hands.
The smile froze on Jerry's face.
He never expected that Hannah would actually be a member of the "Forbidden Eden" too. There was no lewd or shameful expression on Hannah's face. She just continued looking at Jerry with those clear and slightly blurred eyes, as if what she held in her hand was just an ordinary spellbook, not a window connecting to the most secret desires of young witches.
"How did you find out it was me?"
Jerry's voice carried a slight, imperceptible panic, which was extremely rare for him.
Hannah smiled slightly. That smile bloomed on her face like an early spring flower just wet with dew, carrying a moist clarity yet hiding some deep slyness.
She held up the magic mirror in her hand, thumb gently rubbing the frame carved with secret runes.
"With such obvious features, how could I not remember?"
Hannah glanced pointedly at Jerry's lower half. Even though the school robe was loose, it was difficult to completely conceal Jerry's surprisingly shocking size.
The magic mirror rotated nimbly at her fingertips, as if silently recounting every secret it had recorded.
Hannah's eyes remained pure, but her slender finger pressed gently on the back of the magic mirror, and a picture slid past quietly—it was the moment Professor McGonagall's high-arched buttocks roughly collided with Jerry's long spear in the bathroom.
Though the picture was fast, it was enough to make Jerry's heart skip a beat.
He finally understood that what Hannah saw was far more than he thought.
Hermione also walked in!
She walked straight to an empty seat near the window, which happened to be next to Jerry and Hannah.
As Hermione sat down, her gaze swept inadvertently over the magic mirror in Hannah's hand and Hannah's clear sight still resting on Jerry.
An invisible electric current instantly flowed between the two girls, like some biological instinct of female competition.
The meaningful smile on the corner of Hannah's mouth didn't dissipate. She just quietly put the magic mirror away, then reached one hand under the table seemingly casually.
Hermione seemed to sense it. Her gaze lingered on Hannah's face for a moment.
Then, a tiny arc also hooked up at the corner of her lips.
She followed suit, reaching her other hand under the table.
Under the table, Jerry was feeling a sudden strangeness.
His high-erect long spear, covered by the school robe, was suddenly touched by two different, tender palms simultaneously.
Hannah's fingers, carrying the delicacy and smoothness unique to young girls, captured his thick long spear one step ahead.
Her fingertips gently rubbed the shaft. The movement was tentative yet extremely teasing.
She didn't even look at Jerry, just staring straight ahead, that indifferent and mysterious smile still hanging on her face. Her palm gently wrapped around that amazing size, feeling the scorching heat and bouncing transmitted to her palm.
Immediately after, Hermione's hand also arrived.
Her fingers were more flexible and skillful.
More importantly, Hermione was more familiar with the sensitivity of this big pillar.
It soon slipped past under Hannah's palm, directly touching Jerry's massive tip.
Rubbing the sensitive part of the tip gently with the finger pad, then another finger wrapped underneath, skillfully teasing the urethral opening through the fabric.
The two girls' hands cooperated tacitly yet competed under the table.
Hannah felt Hermione's invasion. A trace of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she showed no trace of it on her face.
She changed her gesture, five fingers tightening, and began to forcefully stroke upward along the root of Jerry's long spear.
That force carried a bit of dominance, as if wanting to snatch Jerry's long spear away from Hermione's hand.
Hermione showed no weakness. Her fingers focused even more on the tip of Jerry's thick long spear.
She precisely grabbed Jerry's most sensitive protrusion, scraping it gently with the back of her nail, while pressing back and forth with her thumb pad.
She even lifted that section of Jerry's long spear slightly, allowing her more slender fingers to wrap around and stimulate it more comprehensively.
Jerry's body tensed instantly.
His calves trembled gently under the table. The expression on his face tried hard to maintain calm, but the slightly reddened ear tips and rapid breathing betrayed him.
The long spear, under Jerry's school robe, was played with by two pairs of small hands simultaneously. That amazing size almost tore his tender body apart.
Two pairs of small hands formed a strong contrast with that overly thick long spear, like a small horse pulling a big cart, full of visual impact.
He could feel the difference between the two palms. Hannah's hand was softer, carrying a female docility, while Hermione's hand was more powerful. Her fingertips seemed to come with magic; every caress carried a madness under rationality.
Under the combined efforts of the two girls, Jerry soon felt a strong pleasure surging from his lower body.
He clamped his legs abruptly, but it drew the two palms closer, the friction even more intense.
Squelch... squelch...
Slight, wet sounds rang out under the table. It was the sticky sound brought by the liquid seeping from Jerry's lower body being rubbed repeatedly by the two pairs of small hands.
Both Hannah and Hermione maintained calm on their faces, as if nothing happened.
Under the combined efforts of the two girls, Jerry soon felt a strong pleasure surging from his lower body.
He clamped his legs abruptly, but it drew the two palms closer, the friction even more intense.
Squelch... squelch...
Slight, wet sounds rang out under the table. It was the sticky sound brought by the liquid seeping from Jerry's lower body being rubbed repeatedly by the two pairs of small hands.
"Enough!"
Jerry's low voice carried a trace of unquestionable command. The two small hands entrenched under the table stopped instantly.
Hermione looked up reluctantly. On that usually meticulous face, a wet luster hung at this moment, the corner of her mouth still carrying some transparent mucus.
The challenge in her eyes was strong, without the slightest shyness after stopping.
Hannah, on the other hand, eagerly wanted to imitate Hermione's movement, body leaning forward slightly, but was gently stopped by a hand Jerry quietly extended, pressing on her knee.
"Still messing around?"
Jerry's gaze scanned the faces of the two girls, the corner of his mouth hooking into an evil smile: "If you really want to decide a winner, later in Dueling Class, you two compete fair and square."
Hermione's eyes lit up. The commotion just stopped by Jerry instantly turned to another arena. she agreed without hesitation: "Alright!"
Her eyes looked provocatively at Hannah, as if she had already seen the laurel wreath of the Goddess of Victory waving at her.
A trace of unease flitted across Hannah's face.
She knew Hermione. That girl was the outstanding one among the first years in both book knowledge and practical exercises.
Although she herself also studied hard, when it came to on-the-spot adaptability and spell accuracy, she indeed couldn't compare with this "female top student."
Jerry keenly caught Hannah's hesitation.
He secretly slid his finger to Hannah's inner thigh, through the skirt, gently rubbing her tender skin a few times. That movement was extremely hidden but carried strong suggestion.
"Don't worry."
Jerry's voice was almost inaudible, only Hannah could hear, "I will help you."
Then continued:
"The winner can enjoy a full-body bath from me once.
The loser will be responsible for helping the winner wash. How about it?"
That sentence was like a stimulant, instantly dispelling the fear in Hannah's heart.
Enjoying Jerry's bath, that temptation was enough to make her adrenaline soar.
Two blushes surfaced on her face, eyes becoming determined.
Soon, class began.
Hera, disguised as Hess, stood on a high pile of books as usual, ready to host today's dueling practice.
First-year students stood according to their houses. In the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff queues, Hermione and Hannah were undoubtedly the focus of attention today.
Hermione was full of energy, hands gripping the wand tightly, eyes looking straight at Hannah opposite, full of the belief of sure victory.
The corner of her mouth carried a trace of imperceptible complacency, the confidence belonging to a top student.
Hannah appeared somewhat nervous, her slender body trembling slightly.
Wand gripped deathly tight, palms seeping sweat beads.
She stole a glance at Jerry. Jerry threw her a reassuring look, the smile on the corner of his mouth extremely evil, but it made Hannah's heartbeat accelerate a few beats.
Hera cleared her throat. Her clear voice echoed in the classroom: "Today, we will have a special friendly match.
First year, Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott, against Gryffindor's Hermione Granger!"
As soon as her voice fell, Hermione stepped onto the high platform confidently.
Hannah took a deep breath and also walked up, standing face to face with Hermione.
The two bowed in greeting. Under the polite movements, an undercurrent surged.
"Spells are limited to what first years have learned. The use of any dark magic that may cause permanent damage is forbidden!" Hera emphasized specially.
"One... two... three... begin!"
As soon as Hera's voice fell, Hermione swung her wand almost reflexively: "Expelliarmus!"
A red light shot straight at Hannah.
Hermione reacted quickly, and her control of spells was also pure fire.
Her spell was not only fast but also accurate.
But Hannah didn't show the slightest carelessness either. She was already fully focused. The invisible mental guidance from Jerry behind her made her feel as if she could foresee the trajectory of the spell in advance.
She dodged sideways, barely avoiding the red light.
"Stupefy!" Hannah fired back a weak red light. This was a spell Hera allowed first-year students to use for non-lethal dueling, aimed at briefly stunning the opponent.
Hermione sneered lightly, wand waving. An invisible spell shield emerged in front of her, easily blocking Hannah's attack.
She even commented: "Abbott, your magic control still needs to be strengthened."
Followed by a series of spell combos: "Disarming Charm!"
As soon as the spell came out, she followed with an "Impedimenta!"
Two spells attacking from front and back, Hermione's wand was as flexible as her third hand.
Her strategy was clear: first disarm the opponent, then restrict the opponent's movement.
Sweat beads seeped from Hannah's forehead. Hermione's offensive was fast and fierce, making her feel a trace of pressure.
While Hermione cast the second spell, Jerry quietly made a secret hand gesture in Hannah's direction—that was the secret signal they agreed on before.
Hannah understood. She didn't choose to block or dodge but instantly changed tactics. She chanted the spell: "Petrificus Totalus!"
This was a spell that could temporarily petrify the opponent. Although partially restricted by Hermione's "Impedimenta," the spell was still successfully fired.
Hermione's "Impedimenta" spell successfully entangled Hannah's legs, making her movement sluggish.
But Hannah's "Petrificus Totalus" went straight for Hermione's face the moment Hermione cast the "Disarming Charm."
Hermione's face changed slightly. She originally wanted to use the "Disarming Charm" to make Hannah lose the ability to resist, but didn't expect Hannah to choose the strategy of "exchanging injuries."
She could only hastily retract the "Disarming Charm" and use her wand to block the Petrification Charm.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Hannah almost didn't pause, shouting sternly again.
She knew the threat of this spell to Hermione.
Hermione's wand collided with Hannah's wand in the air, making a harsh friction sound.
Although she blocked it, facing the Petrification Charm twice in a row made her obviously a notch weaker in momentum, with some fine sweat on her forehead too.
Hermione had to retreat quickly to open up distance.
"Reducto!"
Hermione counterattacked. A powerful blasting spell blasted towards Hannah's feet, trying to destroy the ground under her feet and make her lose balance.
Hannah was well prepared. She jumped away quickly, but Hermione's spell exploded behind her, scattering gravel.
"You're done!"
Hermione shouted triumphantly. She thought Hannah was already at her wits' end.
Just when Hermione thought she had the upper hand, Jerry's finger flicked silently in his sleeve.
An extremely weak streak of light, almost invisible to the naked eye, separated from his fingertip instantly, drilling into Hannah's wand with lightning speed.
Hannah felt a scorching magic power surge through her whole body instantly. The wand in her hand seemed to be injected with life.
An unprecedented confidence rose in her heart, as if what she held in her hand was no longer an ordinary wand, but a giant axe for splitting mountains.
"Incarcerous!"
Hannah's voice rose steeply, her wand swinging out violently.
A thick rope, no longer weak like usual, but carrying an irresistible powerful magic power, gushed out from the tip of the wand at a speed visible to the naked eye. The speed and intensity far exceeded the level she could usually cast.
Hermione felt a majestic pressure coming at her face; her expression changed drastically.
The magic flow of this spell was completely not of an intensity a first-year student could master!
She subconsciously wanted to cast a defensive spell, but the speed of the rope was too fast; she had no time to react at all.
Bang!
The rope instantly tied Hermione solidly from head to toe. Her wand was firmly confined beside her, even her mouth blocked by the rope, completely unable to move. Like a mummy, she fell solidly to the ground.
The classroom instantly became dead silent.
Hera looked at Hermione tied up like a trussed pig on the high platform, then looked at Hannah holding the wand, face flushed, panting slightly. Her expression was very surprised.
Hermione's angry "mmph mmph" sounds were constantly emitted from the mouth blocked by the rope. The amplitude of her body struggling gradually decreased, eventually only able to lie weakly on the ground.
She never thought she would lose the duel in this way, let alone losing to the usually inconspicuous Hannah.
"Hannah Abbott... wins!" Hera's clear voice echoed in the classroom, carrying an indescribable teasing, as if savoring this unexpected victory.
Hannah's body was still trembling slightly. Casting such a powerful spell made her feel the weakness of magic overdraft.
She looked at Jerry. Jerry winked at her, made a victory gesture, the corner of his mouth outlining an evil and awe-inspiring smile.
Hera's gaze suddenly fell on Jerry.
She walked to Jerry. On that usually cold face, a playful smile hung at this moment.
"Mr. Rosier!"
Hera's voice carried a trace of magnetism, carrying a bit of half-smiling playfulness: "Ms. Abbott performed excellently.
However, I always feel that this victory... seems a bit suspicious."
She walked unhurriedly onto the dueling platform, wand twirling nimbly at her fingertips like an experienced wizard.
On the high platform, Hera's tall and slender figure appeared exceptionally graceful against the bright sunlight.
She looked back at Jerry, gaze deep and carrying a trace of provocation.
"Doesn't Mr. Rosier want to come up and personally show your dueling skills?"
Hera's voice wasn't loud, but it drilled accurately into Jerry's ears.
Her eyes seemed to say: Don't think I don't know you helped that little girl.
Jerry felt Hera's provocation.
Fine, it was time to give her a "lesson" too.
He strode onto the dueling platform, facing Hera from a distance.
"Professor Hess, I am very happy to seek your guidance."
Jerry bowed slightly, a smile that seemed respectful but was actually provocative hanging on his face.
Hera raised an eyebrow, seeming satisfied with Jerry's "tact."
"Very well."
She smiled, voice carrying a bit of nonchalance. "Then, we will use spells learned in the first year, point until stop."
Jerry felt a magic fluctuation. It was Hera silently casting a non-verbal spell.
A strange heat flow surged towards Jerry's lower abdomen instantly. Jerry's long spear covered by the school robe seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand.
Jerry took a sharp breath, trying hard to maintain calm on his face.
Hera actually played this big right from the start!
Hera's fingertip moved gently inadvertently. That heat flow wandered back and forth on his thick long spear, as if tiny electric currents were scurrying on it.
Jerry's meat root, under his school robe, was now completely erect, painfully hard. He could even clearly feel a stream of wet, hot liquid seeping out from the tip.
That feeling of being played by invisible power, both shameful and stimulating, made him almost unable to concentrate.
"One... two... three... begin!"
As soon as Hera's voice fell, she launched the attack first.
"Expelliarmus!"
Hera waved her wand; a red light shot straight at Jerry.
Jerry's body moved to the right side subconsciously, barely avoiding that spell.
Jerry's lower body was already completely wet under the action of that strange heat flow. The fabric under the school robe rubbed tightly against his erection; every slight friction brought indescribable numbness.
Jerry endured the strange feeling coming from his lower body, wand tip pointing at Hera.
"Impedimenta!"
Jerry cast the spell mercilessly.
Hera dodged nimbly; her posture was as flexible as an elf in the forest.
However, just the moment Hera dodged, Jerry's gaze quietly fell on her high-standing chest.
He almost didn't bother to chant the spell, just relying on a sixth sense and precise knowledge of Hera's body structure. An invisible force separated from his wand tip, drilling silently into Hera's chest.
Hera felt a tightness in her chest. A numbing sensation instantly spread from her lower abdomen, rushing straight to her forehead.
Hera's breathing stagnated abruptly. The pair of plump breasts on her chest, under the action of that invisible force, seemed to instantly engorge with blood, becoming unusually full and perky.
Her usually cold and glamorous nipples were even harder than two small stones at this moment, propping up her slender shirt.
"Bastard!"
Hera's face instantly flushed with crimson. She didn't expect Jerry would counterattack in this way.
Her body stiffened a bit, and her movements became sluggish. The spell originally prepared to strike back also lost its aim at that moment.
This made her appear exceptionally embarrassed in front of Jerry.
Jerry saw Hera's abnormality; the corner of his mouth hooked into an evil smile.
He knew his "counterattack" worked.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Jerry pursued the victory. A powerful Petrification Charm went straight for Hera.
Hera endured the indescribable numbing sensation on her chest, barely waving her wand. A ray of light formed a thin shield in front of her, blocking Jerry's attack.
But her body trembled slightly because of the abnormality just now. The distending pain on her chest mixed with the wetness of her lower body made her feel an unprecedented shame.
She could feel that her nipples had completely erected, rubbing tightly against the fabric of her shirt, bringing bursts of numbness.
That familiar yet manipulated feeling made a surge of anger rise in the bottom of her heart.
"Expelliarmus!" Hera steadied her mind, forcibly suppressing the commotion of desire in her body.
Her spell was precise and sharp; a red light shot straight at Jerry.
Jerry dodged easily. His lower half had already been played into a wet mess by Hera's invisible spell.
That huge meat root jumped violently under his school robe; the tip constantly seeped transparent liquid.
But similarly, seeing Hera forcibly suppressing the abnormal appearance on her chest, the bad taste in his heart swelled instantly.
Jerry secretly cast another non-verbal spell. This time, that invisible force, carrying stronger penetrating power, went straight for Hera's chest.
He even applied an extremely weak vibration spell to the tip of his wand, ensuring that force could accurately touch her nipples.
Hera's body shuddered violently. A subtle, delicate pant escaped her throat, but was quickly covered up by a cough.
Her face was already so red it looked like it would drip blood. The pair of full breasts on her chest, under the action of that vibration spell, seemed to swell a circle instantly.
The nipples were kneaded and rubbed by the invisible force, bringing bursts of unbearable pleasure.
The shirt under the robe was completely propped up, nipples highly swollen. The friction with the fabric made the depths of Hera's body feel bursts of emptiness and commotion.
Hera could barely stand steady, legs trembling slightly. A sense of shame she had never felt before completely swallowed her instantly.
She could feel her nipples rubbing madly against the fabric on her chest at this moment; every sway brought extreme numbness.
"Reducto!" Hera became angry out of shame. Her wand swung out violently. A blasting spell enough to tear the air went straight for Jerry.
This intensity obviously exceeded the first-year level!
Jerry didn't take it head-on. He knew if this hit solidly, he wouldn't feel good.
Jerry rolled nimbly backward, avoiding Hera's attack.
But the wand in Jerry's hand took the opportunity to silently cast another non-verbal spell again.
This time, his target was no longer her nipples, but her lower abdomen, or more accurately, the opening of her passage.
Jerry controlled that invisible force, carrying a strong suction force.
Hera's face turned pale instantly. Her legs went soft, almost kneeling directly on the ground.
She could feel her lower body sucked fiercely by an invisible force.
Then that force carried a strong friction sensation, as if something was rubbing and crushing back and forth at her wet private part.
"You... you..." Hera trembled with anger, voice trembling, almost spitting fire.
She almost couldn't bear it anymore.
This hateful brat in front of her actually dared to play with her so roughly in front of so many people, in front of a group of students!
Hera glared viciously at Jerry, a strong impulse rising in her heart.
Seeing Hera's expression of forcibly enduring the fire of desire, Jerry's bad taste was greatly satisfied.
He knew Hera could no longer concentrate. If this continued, she was very likely to lose her composure on the spot. He didn't want this "Professor" Hera to really make a fool of herself in class.
And thus become that Queen of Gods above all gods in the False Olympic Pantheon.
A playful smile hung on the corner of Jerry's mouth. When Hera cast the "Incarcerous" spell again, Jerry pretended to make a mistake, failing to dodge in time.
That strong rope instantly wrapped around Jerry's body, tying him up firmly, then slammed him heavily on the ground.
Smack! Jerry fell to the ground in response, letting out a miserable scream cooperating with pretending.
Hera's body stiffened violently. She looked at Jerry fallen on the ground, eyes full of astonishment.
She knew the power of this blow. With Jerry's agility, it was absolutely impossible not to dodge.
He... he did it on purpose!
"Rosier!"
Hera's voice carried a trace of trembling, but more was an unconcealable anger.
This little bastard actually dared to play tricks on her!
Hera forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart and the strange feeling coming from her lower body, untying the ropes on Jerry's body.
Jerry stood up from the floor, flashing an innocent smile at Hera.
"Professor Hess, your spell is too powerful, I concede defeat."
Jerry lowered his head, looking shy, but from an angle Hera couldn't see, he secretly used his finger to gently tickle her waist.
"Match ends, Professor Hess wins!" Hera almost squeezed these words through her teeth.
She forced her voice to sound calm, but her chest heaved violently. The pair of full breasts on her chest, under the effect of that vibration spell, still transmitted bursts of unbearable pleasure.
"Still not stopping, you bastard brat!"
"Rosier."
Hera walked to Jerry. She bent down, patting Jerry's shoulder seemingly intimately, leaning close to his ear and whispering: "Don't think I can't see through your little tricks!"
Hera's fingertips rubbed gently on Jerry's shoulder, but her voice carried a trace of dangerous provocation: "However, your courage is indeed commendable.
To reward you, and... punish you, how about we make a bet?"
Hera's lips almost brushed Jerry's earlobe. That warm breath sprayed into Jerry's ear canal, bringing up a burst of numbness.
"Sure, what bet?"
Jerry didn't hesitate at all, agreeing directly.
"I heard your alchemy workshop doesn't make crystal golems anymore, specializing in making small toys, and sales are very good?
Then I bet with you... at the Parent-Teacher Conference, how many noble witches do you think will come attending carrying your small toys?"
Hera's voice carried a trace of evil laughter.
Jerry's gaze swept over Hera's full chest. He could feel her nipples through the fabric rubbing tightly against his shoulder at this moment, transmitting bursts of numbness.
"Well..." Jerry pretended to ponder, the corner of his mouth hooking into a playful arc, "What kind of 'small toys' is Professor referring to?
Ordinary wands, or produced by my workshop..."
Hera's fingertips pinched Jerry's shoulder fiercely.
"Stop playing dumb with me!"
"Then the stake should be set by me!"
"Fine!"
"What are you prepared to wager!"
"Very simple."
Jerry's gaze looked straight at Hera, the evil light in his eyes growing brighter. "If you lose, you have to let me... play with you for two days.
No resisting, no complaining, entirely at my mercy."
Hera's breathing stagnated abruptly.
Play for two days?
This little bastard has quite an appetite!
"Then what if you lose?" Hera asked back.
"If I lose..."
Jerry pretended to ponder. He reached out and rubbed gently at her waist. That fingertip felt electrified, making Hera's body shudder violently.
"Then I'll let Professor... play with me for two days." Jerry's eyes were full of provocation.
"Deal."
Hera didn't hesitate at all and agreed.
She wanted to see if this brat could win!
"Now, get down!"
That afternoon after Dueling Class, in a hidden corner of Hogwarts Castle, within Jerry's private space, an even more private and wild "reward" was taking place.
Hermione, the usually meticulous Gryffindor top student, was kneeling on both knees at this moment, prostrating in front of Jerry.
Her long brown hair was undone, cascading down like a waterfall, covering her flushed cheeks.
Hermione skillfully held Jerry's thick shaft in her mouth. Her tongue tip rotated, licked, and sucked on Jerry's massive tip like the most precise instrument.
"Hiss..."
Jerry took a deep breath. He leaned back in the soft armchair, legs slightly spread.
Hermione's oral cavity was warm and moist. Every swallow and spit made him feel as if drawn into a vortex of pleasure.
Deep in her throat wrapped around his long spear, Adam's apple sliding up and down, while her lips sucked tightly onto the shaft, as if wanting to swallow Jerry whole.
Sometimes she would occasionally look up; those eyes usually full of thirst for knowledge were now dyed with a layer of blurred desire.
Her tongue tip carrying fine lines rubbed over the texture of Jerry's long spear, occasionally biting gently with her teeth a few times. Jerry let out low muffled groans, body also trembling slightly.
Gulp... gulp...
Bursts of swallowing sounds came from deep in Hermione's throat. She greedily enjoyed the impact brought by Jerry's meat root modified by the Beast Transformation Potion.
She could feel the amount of body fluid in Jerry's body far exceeded ordinary people. Every thrust brought a strong sensation of body fluid surging, impacting the depths of her throat.
Her cheeks flushed red from long sucking, corners of her eyes carrying crystal tears, but Hermione never tired of it, even actively accelerating the speed of swallowing and spitting. Her waist also swayed accordingly, like a completely tamed bitch, only knowing to please her master diligently.
Jerry reached out to knead the back of Hermione's head, feeling the softness of her hair. He looked at Hermione's cheeks bulging from greedy sucking, a strong sense of satisfaction surging in his heart.
"Mmh... hah..." Jerry let out a satisfied sigh. He could feel the body fluid boiling and churning in his body, about to break out.
Hermione seemed to feel something too. The sucking action became more rapid and powerful, like a hungry python madly devouring its prey.
Her gaze stared dead at Jerry's meat root. That size modified by the Beast Transformation Potion made her feel unprecedented satisfaction.
Squelch! Splatter!
Accompanied by a low muffled groan, Jerry's body trembled violently. A large amount of body fluid sprayed out instantly, watering deep in Hermione's throat scaldingly.
Hermione's body stiffened violently; bursts of swallowing sounds came from deep in her throat.
That thick body fluid gushed continuously from Jerry's huge meat root, impacting her esophagus, making Hermione feel a strong sense of fullness.
Hermione's oral cavity and esophagus were filled with body fluid, even some body fluid overflowing from the corners of her mouth, flowing down along Hermione's chin, dripping onto the clothes on her chest.
Hermione tried hard to swallow, but the amount of body fluid was simply too large; she couldn't swallow it all at all.
After a long time, Jerry finally softened.
Only then did Hermione slowly raise her head. Her face was already covered with sweat and body fluid, a ring of white foam around her mouth.
Jerry reached out and wiped away the body fluid at the corner of Hermione's mouth, his eyes carrying a few points of admiration.
"Well done, Hermione."
Jerry's voice carried a bit of huskiness.
A satisfied smile appeared on Hermione's face. She kneeled on the ground again, using her longing gaze, greedily looking at Jerry's meat root going in and out of her mouth, still swollen yet soft, as if deep in her body, she could never get satisfied.
Immediately after, Jerry walked into the bathroom. Hannah was lying in a huge bathtub. The bathtub had no water but was filled with a milky white viscous liquid.
That was Jerry adding a few drops of Magic Duplication Potion after the body fluid sprayed out, making that continuous stream of body fluid instantly fill the entire bathtub.
The liquid in the bathtub wasn't pure white but carried a crystal luster, like diluted cow's milk, yet vaguely showing the unique stickiness of body fluid.
Hannah's body was completely submerged in the body fluid; only her head was exposed outside, but her earlobes and hair tips were already wet.
Hannah's eyes were closed tight, face wearing an expression close to enjoyment, as if that wasn't body fluid, but the most precious hot spring.
Hannah's body undulated in the body fluid, feeling that sticky and warm liquid sliding over her skin, bringing a strange pleasure.
Limbs were wrapped by body fluid. Every breath brought the unique fishy smell of body fluid, stimulating Hannah's nasal cavity and throat.
Deep in Hannah's body, a strong desire had begun to surge. That unique smell of body fluid made her feel an unprecedented excitement.
Hermione also walked in. Seeing the bathtub piled full of Jerry's body fluid, her eyes instantly became greedy.
She walked quickly to the bathtub, almost impatiently extending her hands, scooping up a large handful of body fluid, and then unhesitatingly sending it into her mouth.
Gulp... gulp...
Hermione drank in big mouthfuls, as if that wasn't body fluid, but the sweetest fine wine.
Body fluid overflowed from the corners of her mouth, flowing down along her chin, wetting the clothes on her chest. Hermione's eyes were full of fanaticism. That fishy smell and warmth of the body fluid made her feel an indescribable satisfaction.
The semen addiction in her body was completely hooked up; that familiar pleasure made her sink into it completely.
"This is all mine!"
Hannah opened her eyes abruptly. Seeing Hermione's action, her eyes instantly became sharp.
She was the winner of this duel; these body fluids should all belong to her as a reward!
Hannah ignored the sticky feeling of her body wrapped in body fluid, sitting up abruptly from the bathtub.
Hannah's body was soaked with body fluid; every inch of skin flashed with crystal luster.
She kneeled in the body fluid, then reached out, pushing Hermione away fiercely.
Bang!
Hermione's body retreated backward abruptly, the body fluid in her hands also spilling all over the floor. A trace of astonishment was on her face, but her eyes were full of unwillingness.
"You're crazy!"
Hermione roared angrily. She pounced again, grabbing Hannah's hair with both hands, pressing her head into the body fluid.
Glug... glug...
Hannah struggled in the body fluid. She could feel body fluid pouring into her mouth and nose; that feeling of being filled with body fluid made her feel a strong sense of suffocation.
Hermione held her head down deathly tight, eyes full of fanaticism.
She didn't want to share these hard-won body fluids with this "good bestie."
Hannah raised her head abruptly. Her face was covered with body fluid, eyes carrying a trace of madness.
Reaching out, grabbing Hermione's clothes, tearing them open fiercely.
Rip!
Hermione's clothes were instantly torn to pieces, revealing her green but already taking shape peaks.
A trace of jealousy and anger flashed in Hannah's eyes. She knew Hermione's figure was hotter than hers.
Hannah reached out, grabbing Hermione's green hills deathly tight, then pulled fiercely.
"Ah!"
Hermione let out a scream, body retreating backward abruptly.
Her green hills were roughly kneaded by Hannah, bringing bursts of severe pain.
Hannah took the opportunity to pull Hermione into the bathtub.
The bodies of the two entangled in the body fluid, hands not giving way to each other, grabbing each other's hair deathly tight, tearing, wrestling.
"This is all mine!
This is all mine!" Hannah shouted madly. Her body was wrapped in body fluid; every inch of skin screamed with desire.
Hermione showed no weakness; fanatical light flashed in her eyes.
Although, she lost!
But Hermione didn't want to share these hard-won body fluids with this Hufflepuff little girl.
The bodies of the two rolled in the body fluid; the body fluid was messed up by them.
The body fluid in the bathtub splashed out continuously, scattering on the bathroom floor, making bursts of sticky sounds.
Jerry sat in the armchair, watching the two girls fighting madly in the body fluid, the corner of his mouth hooking into a smile of watching a show.
He stood up, striding to the bathtub.
"Alright, my babies."
Jerry's voice carried a bit of huskiness, "These body fluids all belong to you. You can enjoy them to your heart's content until you feel satisfied."
Hearing Jerry's voice, the two girls' bodies stiffened violently.
Only then did they realize Jerry was already standing in front of them, a playful smile hanging on his face.
They looked at each other; their eyes were full of shame and longing.
They knew Jerry was right; these body fluids all belonged to them.
They could enjoy them to their heart's content until they felt satisfied.
Hermione and Hannah stopped fighting. Their bodies entangled in the body fluid, eyes full of desire.
They turned their gazes back to the body fluid in the bathtub, eyes full of greed.
"Jerry..." Hannah's voice carried a trace of huskiness. She reached out, grabbing Jerry's thigh, looking up, eyes full of longing.
Hermione took the opportunity to throw herself into Jerry's arms. Her body was soaked with body fluid; every inch of skin emitted alluring luster.
She reached out, grabbed Jerry's long spear, and directly held it in her mouth.
Gulp... gulp...
Hermione sucked in big mouthfuls. That familiar fishy smell and warmth made her feel an indescribable satisfaction.
Deep in her body, the semen addiction was hooked up again; that familiar pleasure made her sink into it completely.
Hannah took the opportunity to throw herself to the other side of Jerry. Her body twisted in the body fluid like the most enchanting dancer.
She reached out, grabbing Jerry's other thigh, pressing her face against his groin, greedily sniffing his unique masculine scent.
Hannah's tongue tip licked Jerry's skin soaked by body fluid, making bursts of water sounds.
Body wrapped in body fluid, every inch of skin flashing with crystal luster.
Eyes slightly closed, face wearing an expression close to enjoyment, as if that wasn't body fluid, but the most precious spring water.
What is a blessing is not a curse; what is a curse cannot be avoided!
Hogwarts' Parent-Teacher Conference, a special annual feast, arrived as scheduled like a prophecy.
For senior students, this might just be going through the motions. After all, most children already had independent social circles and enough self-care ability. Even half-blood parents were mostly accustomed to the huge differences between the Muggle world and the magical world, and wouldn't worry too much about grades or behavior anymore.
But the first-year Parent-Teacher Conference was a completely different situation.
This had always been a battlefield without gunpowder, a place for witches and wizards to compete in beauty and strangeness.
Most parents who came to the first-year Parent-Teacher Conference were not old enough to completely break away from low-level tastes.
The vast majority had only graduated from Hogwarts a few years ago, just joining the Ministry of Magic or the frontline legions of various wizarding institutions, still struggling for status and power, not truly having experienced that tragic killing and cruel reality grinding, spirits still high.
In their eyes, this Parent-Teacher Conference was not only an occasion to understand their children's academic progress but also an excellent stage to show off their family, wealth, taste, and even social status.
Even those senior wizards who already had several children, when coming to the first-year venue, would deliberately choose brighter, more exquisitely tailored robes, wear more dazzling magical jewelry, or display accessories customized by renowned magical designers.
No one wanted to be outshone, much less have the limelight stolen by some juniors in dress and makeup.
The Great Hall of the castle was temporarily decorated as a huge reception hall. The long dining tables usually used for meals were removed, replaced by small conversation areas separated by gorgeous silk screens and magically glowing candelabras.
The air was filled with various perfumes from all over the world, as well as the sickeningly sweet smell of premium Butterbeer and exquisite pastries.
"Dear, you are so charming today."
A witch wearing a bright purple silk robe, the overly swollen pleats on her chest almost bursting the fabric, walked over swaying gracefully, intimately hooking her arm through Hera's (currently disguised as Professor Hess).
Her robe flashed with fine starlight spells, obviously not cheap.
Hera smiled perfunctorily, not a ripple in her eyes.
Her gaze swept around. Witches of all kinds walked slowly, elegant, hot, introverted, or unrestrained, but without exception, all trying their best to display their charm.
In Hera's heart, Jerry's sly smile suddenly emerged.
"Exactly how many people will bring their small toys to attend the Parent-Teacher Conference?"
This thought made her nerves, fearful of being exposed, relax a bit, also taking on a bit of scrutinizing playfulness.
Just as Hera was still secretly speculating, a commotion suddenly came from another corner of the hall.
A roar pierced the smell of perfume and pastries permeating the air, causing many whispers to stop abruptly.
"You prodigal son!
Look at what you've learned!"
Hera turned her head to look and saw a burly wizard wearing a set of plaid robes obviously washed until faded and old-fashioned in style.
His rough hands gripped a piece of parchment deathly tight—it was a report card.
The wizard's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead, spittle flying, simply writing the word "anger" on his face.
The witch beside him was also dressed full of rustic flavor, a green robe covered with untimely embroidery and sequins, currently leaning unsteadily against the wizard, uttering anxious and futile dissuasions.
The one being reprimanded was a small Gryffindor boy named Dean Thomas—this was what Hera judged from the house crest on his school robe.
Dean's head was almost buried in his chest; both ears were red through like boiled shrimp.
On his small face originally with freckles, humiliation and fear were written all over.
"Potions only an E!
Transfiguration can't even get a T!
Are you trying to anger your mom and me to death?!" The wizard—presumably Dean's father—his voice carried a harsh anger, echoing in the elegant hall, appearing out of place.
"Father, Hogwarts classes, they're hard..."
Dean's voice was thin as a mosquito, carrying crying tones, trying to defend himself.
However, Dean's father's reason had long been dazzled by anger.
He didn't listen to his son's explanation at all, instead completely enraged by that sentence "they're hard."
"Hard?
Where is it hard?
Back then when your old man I learned Herbology with your grandmother in Grimmauld Place, which plant didn't I know?
Which potion didn't I dare to taste?
You haven't even suffered hardship yet, and cry hard first. I think you haven't been beaten since childhood, skin itching, right!"
He said, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.
That piece of parchment gripped deathly tight was whipped fiercely at Dean's head by him. The paper drew an arc in the air, carrying a sharp wind sound, scraping solidly on Dean's cheek, leaving a shallow red mark.
Dean cried out in pain, body shrinking violently, trying to dodge his father's attack under furious anger.
But his small frame appeared so insignificant in front of his father.
"You still dare to dodge!"
Dean's father was obviously enraged by his son's dodging. He roared, raising his palm high.
His rough palm was covered with calluses worn by years of labor; the palm was thick, carrying a force enough to tear Dean's skin.
Many wizards in the hall let out exclamations; some older professors even frowned, but no one rushed forward to interfere rashly.
After all, family education was considered a private domain in wizarding society.
That hit, carrying whistling wind sound, slapped fiercely towards Dean's butt.
Smack!
A crisp and loud slap sound appeared exceptionally piercing in the silent hall.
Dean's body pitched forward abruptly, like being pushed by a huge force, hitting directly on the edge of the long table in front of him.
He let out an endured, almost broken moan; tears instantly gushed out, blurring his vision.
That slap hit solidly on his thin buttocks. Through the school robe, that scorching pain instantly spread; his butt burned painfully as if scalded by a branding iron.
Seeing this, Dean's mother finally didn't care about her face. She screamed, grabbing her husband's arm deathly tight with both hands, trying to pull him away: "Stop hitting!
Dean will hurt!"
But Dean's father was completely in rage at this moment; he completely ignored his wife's dissuasion.
His eyes were full of bloodshot, like an enraged bull.
He broke free from his wife's restraint; another slap, hitting fiercely on Dean's back again, carrying a ruthlessness vowing to beat his son awake.
Smack! Another sound!
This time, Dean's body shivered violently. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, letting out a roar full of grievance and pain.
The sound was covered by the wind sound from the slaps and his mother's terrified screams, but his thin body tottered under his father's violence like falling leaves in the wind.
He felt he could barely stand, legs trembling, tears dropping uncontrollably like pearls with a broken string.
The wizard's profanities continued, accompanied by his furious breathing, spat on the back of Dean's neck, every sentence like a whip with barbs, lashing fiercely at Dean's remaining dignity.
The witches around frowned somewhat; some watched gloatingly as if appreciating a free family farce.
They might understand parents' feelings of hoping their children will become dragons, but committing violence in public like this was ultimately somewhat undignified.
An invisible beam of light, imperceptible, instantly hit Dean's father, the waist of that wizard burning with anger.
Dean's father's body stiffened violently; his highly raised arm paused weirdly in mid-air.
His originally furious expression twisted somewhat at this moment due to a sudden strange feeling.
Dean looked at his father timidly, not understanding why his father suddenly stopped the violence.
The parents around also looked curiously; whispering sounds rose again, carrying some doubt and exploration.
In this awkward and oppressive atmosphere, a dazzling and soft golden light suddenly lit up in the center of the hall.
The golden light dispersed. Headmaster Dumbledore, wearing robes embroidered with various stars and moons, appeared before everyone like a phantom.
His blue eyes through half-moon glasses, carrying wisdom and kindness that saw through everything, swept slowly over the chaotic hall, finally stopping on Dean and his father.
"Oh, my children, it seems a bit too lively today."
Dumbledore's voice was soft and slow, yet carried an unquestionable authority, like a gentle spring breeze, yet easily calming monstrous waves.
Dean's father shuddered violently, instantly replaced by the huge pressure brought by Dumbledore.
"Headmaster, I... I was just..."
Dean's father tried to speak, but that phrase "just educating my son" appeared unusually pale and powerless under Dumbledore's gaze.
Dumbledore just smiled slightly, not waiting for him to continue explaining.
His gaze landed gently on Dean's thin body like two warm beams of light. The tears originally welling up in his eyes due to fear miraculously stopped under Dumbledore's gentle gaze.
"Parents, teachers, dear Hogwarts little wizards!"
Dumbledore's voice raised slightly. The hall instantly became dead silent; everyone's gaze focused on him.
"I know everyone is full of expectations and enthusiasm for Hogwarts' first Parent-Teacher Conference, this is very good.
But we must never ignore the original intention of the Parent-Teacher Conference because of this, and the care and understanding upheld by our Hogwarts."
"In view of the current situation, and in order for parents and children to better conduct in-depth communication!"
Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand. On his long fingers, several rings inlaid with gemstones sparkled in the candlelight.
"I decide to slightly adjust the original plan."
Everyone held their breath, not understanding how Dumbledore would handle this farce.
"Banquet paused!" Dumbledore tapped the air gently with his wand, making a crisp sound like some ritualistic announcement.
"Now, parents of each class, please go to the respective house common rooms separately, to conduct one-on-one meetings with children and professors."
As soon as his voice fell, several prefects wearing uniforms, holding signboards printed with house crests, stood at various corners of the hall, guiding parents to different venues.
The parents immediately stirred. One-on-one meetings, this was much more private and tense than a collective gathering in the Great Hall.
This meant that every grade, every performance of the children would be unreservedly exposed before professors and parents.
Those parents who originally thought they could muddle through in the crowd became nervous at this moment.
And those noble parents who originally planned to show off their style at the Parent-Teacher Conference were also somewhat astonished; after all, they lost the best place to show their superiority in front of everyone.