Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts Ch 557 – Survival of the Fittest

Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old.

Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18

(Hermione - Blessed by Anadiel, ti works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18 )

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That morning they had Double Charms, which was followed by Double Transfiguration, and like the other classes, except for Defense Class, the first fifteen minutes were spent talking about how important this year was for them as it was their O.W.L. year.

"What you must rember," Flitwick said in a squeaky voice, "is that these examinations may influence your futures for many years to co! If you have not already given so serious thought to your careers, now would be the ti to do so! And in the anti, I'm afraid we shall be working harder than ever to make sure you are prepared and do yourselves justice!"

They then spent more than an hour reviewing the Summoning Charm, except for Lucifer, who took the ti to spend on so Seventh Year spells.

He did at first, but with it distracting everyone else, he resolved to just read in his Transfiguration book.

Transfiguration itself was even worse, depending on who you were.

"You cannot pass an O.W.L.," McGonagall said grimly, "without serious application, practice, and study. I see no reason why any of you shouldn't get an O.W.L. in this class."

Neville had made a sound of disbelief.

"Yes, you too, Longbottom," McGonagall had said, "there is nothing wrong with your work except lack of confidence. So... today we are going to start Vanishing Spells. They are easier than Conjuring Spells, which you would not normally attempt until your N.E.W.T. year, but they are still among the most difficult magic you will be tested on in your O.W.L. Of course, one of you has already proved to be able to competently and consecutively perform N.E.W.T. level Spells, both in and out of this classroom."

McGonagall didn't have to say the na for everyone to know she was talking about Lucifer.

When they were tested on the Vanish Spell, because Lucifer had already perford it on his own, he got it successfully on his first attempt.

McGonagall didn't reward him any points, but she did ask him to perform a Conjuring Spell, which he perford flawlessly, which did earn him Ten Points.

Hermione had gotten the Vanishing Spell with their Snails done on her second attempt, earning another Ten Points for Gryffindor.

She had long ago decided to strive for the Second Best of every class, because after the end of last school year, she realized it was impossible for her to match Lucifer in the academic aspect, and absolutely no one could match him in Magical Prowess, he had already proved that as far as she was concerned.

Because only Lucifer and Hermione were capable of accomplishing the spell, neither of them had howork from McGonagall's class.

This had sent Harry and Ron into slight panic, as they already had a mountain of howork to get done.

Harry less so as he at least got half of his Potions assignnt done, but that wasn't saying much.

They had been noticeably absent at lunch, and Hermione deduced it was to get caught up on howork, "We do have a lot this year... it might break so students..."

"Weed out the weak," Lucifer said callously.

Hermione hit his shoulder, "How can you say that?"

“Humanity has forgotten what 'Survival of the Fittest' ans, including the Wizarding Community.”

'If we get to have children in the future, Hermione, they will grow to be strong and intelligent because of who their parents will be,' Lucifer thought quietly to himself.

Hermione's face burned at his words, 'So he does want children? I figured he would, but he wants them with ... it's still so surreal, knowing that he feels the sa way about as I do about him...'

Hermione was happy, until a grim thought entered her mind, 'He's of the Purest, most untainted blood... Do I really want to muddy that up?' She thought badly about herself.

She had no familial history of Magic, being the first of her family to have magical abilities.

She faced the fact, she was a Mudblood; it was just such a harsh term and used only by uncivilized buffoons that she'd never publicly tell anyone that.

Least of all, she'd never tell Lucifer she was that out-loud.

But she couldn't deny the truth.

She loved him more than anything, more than anyone, but what her desires were, she saw them in a new light; a tainted light.

Fear and doubt started to creep into her mind, causing her to begin rethinking everything she loved about Lucifer, and whether she should love him at all.

She couldn't let it bother her for now, though, so she shoved it to the back of her mind for the ti being.

By the ti the afternoon hit, it was cool and breezy outside, and as they walked down the path to Hagrid's Cabin, they felt the occasional rain droplet hit their faces.

Professor Grubbly-Plank stood there, awaiting their arrival so ten yards away from Hagrid's Cabin; she had a long trestle table in front of her laden with many twigs, but Hermione and Lucifer knew better.

As they reached Grubbly-Plank, a loud shout of laughter sounded behind; turning, they saw the Slytherin walking up to Grubbly-Plank as well, Draco Malfoy, surrounded by his usual cronies, was striding over to them.

He clearly just said sothing highly amusing, because Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and all of them were bellowing heartily as they gathered around the trestle table.

Hermione noticed they kept looking at Harry, so the subject of the joke was pretty obvious.

"Everyone here?" Grubbly-Plank barked at them once they had all arrived, "Let's crack on then - who can tell what these things are called?"

Imdiately, Hermione's hand shot into the air; from out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Lucifer's hand did not.

He didn't raise his hand at all yesterday, either, and that wasn't usually like him.

She heard so chuckling and movent behind her, before a shriek of laughter was heard.

A second later it turned into a shriek of fear as twigs on the table leapt into the air and revealed themselves to be what looked like tiny pixieish creatures made of wood.

Parvati and Lavender made sounds of amazent, but it was hardly the most awe-inspiring thing they'd ever seen, Lucifer knew that much.

"Kindly keep your voices down, girls!" Grubbly-Plank said sharply, scattering a handful of things that looked like brown rice among the creatures, who imdiately fell upon the food. "So - anyone know the nas of these creatures? Miss Granger?"

"Bowtruckles," Hermione said, "they're tree-guardians, usually live in wand-trees."

"Five points for Gryffindor," Grubbly-Plank said, "yes, these are Bowtruckles and, as Miss Granger rightly says, they generally live in trees whose wood is of wand quality. Anybody know what they eat?"

"Woodlice," Lucifer said promptly, "but they'll eat fairy eggs if they can get them."

Hermione made a dark face, including several other girls, she didn't know that.

“Excellent, take Five points as well for Gryffindor, Mr. Morningstar. So whenever you need leaves or wood from a tree which a bowtruckle lodges, it is wise to have a gift of woodlice ready to distract or placate it. They may not look dangerous, but if angered they will gouge out human eyes with their sharp fingers," Grubbly-Plank explained.

“What a sha, Trelawney was kicked out of Hogwarts.....”

A random voice was heard.

Even Professor Grubbly-Plank had a hard ti keeping the corners of her mouth from rising, "If you'd like to gather closer, take a few woodlice and a bowtruckle - I have enough here for one between three - you can study them more closely. I want a sketch from each of you with all body parts labeled by the end of the lesson."

Lucifer ended up being left out of the grouping of three, but he knew the Bowtruckle thoroughly enough, so he was able to sketch one and label each body part in half an hour, the longest part being the sketch taking twenty-five minutes.

During the sketching, Harry had gone up to Grubbly-Plank, but if Lucifer had to guess, it had to do with Hagrid.

He then saw Malfoy waltz up to Harry and engage in brief, hushed conversation.

As Malfoy walked away, Lucifer's eyes glowed red for half a second, and from his angle, Malfoy had tripped, but it wasn't obvious as to why.

He wasn't looking at Malfoy when he caused him to trip, but Draco knew that he was the reason for it.

Every Gryffindor laughed at Draco when he tripped, minus Lucifer and Hermione.

She found it amusing, but didn't openly laugh, and Lucifer was the one who caused it, so he knew what was coming, which caused it to negate the humor effect.

"Dumbledore would know if sothing had happened to Hagrid," Hermione said at once when Harry was back over to her and a girl with no face,"it's just playing into Malfoy's hands to look worried, it tells him we don't know exactly what's going on. We've got to ignore him, Harry."

“Ron, you are doing it all wron---”

“Shut up, you are just a background character. Don't lecture !”

“H-How dare you?!”

Malfoy then began rambling on about things, insulting Hagrid, the usual, but it really got to Harry that ti, and he almost snapped the Bowtruckle as he held it in his hands.

The only reason he didn't was because it slashed his hand, leaving two gashes, and the Bowtruckle made a break for the Forest.

It didn't make it, because it was soon hoisted into the air by Lucifer, whose eyes were glowing red, and it was held in place where Grubbly-Plank could snatch it, "Thank you, Mr Morningstar, Five more points to Gryffindor."

Lucifer nodded towards her as the Slytherin all guffawed stupidly, Harry wrapping his hand in at handkerchief Hermione leant to him, and they marched off to Herbology the mont the bell sounded.

"If he calls Hagrid a moron one more ti..." Harry snarled.

"Harry, don't go picking a row with Malfoy, he's a Prefect, okay? He'll make your life more difficult at

Hogwarts than it already is set to be this year..." Hermione said.

"I know..." he conceded a mont, "I just wish Hagrid would hurry up and get back, that's all," he said in a low voice as they reached the greenhouses, "and don't say that Grubbly-Plank woman's a better teacher!" He added threateningly.

"I wasn't going to," Hermione said calmly.

"Because she'll never be as good as Hagrid," Harry said firmly.

"Well I wish I could agree, but I said this last year, Hagrid is a good teacher, but he loses his rhythm easily. Grubbly-Plank is a better teacher by definition. We've learned more in her classes than we have in Hagrid's classes. Yes, Hagrid's are more eventful, but Grubbly-Plank's are more informative," Lucifer said defiantly.

He knew Harry also knew this, but Harry was never going to admit that, ever.

Harry did, however, glare at him.

“Can you believe it Harry? A background character tried to lecture with her brain!” Ron was furious.

“What? You know Ron, I don't have ti for your stupidity.”

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