The Slytherin common room was currently decorated with magic to be magnificent.
Dark green velvet curtains, silver tassels, and exquisite crystal balls floating in mid-air all demonstrated the nobility and ostentation of pure-blood families.
After Dumbledore announced the dismissal of the eting, parents of first-year Slytherins filed in. The air was imdiately filled with a scent mixed with high-end perfu, vintage wine, and a hidden sense of superiority.
According to Hogwarts’ convention, only the orphans of each house would serve as temporary waiters during the Parent-Teacher Conference, responsible for guiding, distributing refreshnts, and running errands.
This was not only a tradition but also a kind of care from Hogwarts to these students who had lost their parents, giving them an opportunity to "participate" in such occasions in another way.
There were twelve orphans in total in the first year of Hogwarts.
Most of their parents died on the frontline battlefields during these past ten years.
Therefore, they enjoyed full scholarships from the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts. Hogwarts was their patriarch.
Being a receptionist during the Parent-Teacher Conference was both fulfilling an obligation and an honor.
And Jerry, also having the identity of an "orphan," was naturally among the receptionists.
But he was naturally different from other orphans.
As the long-dead reputation of "Rosier" was brought back by him, the friendships of those pure-blood families that were never completely lost naturally returned to him.
Those older nobles looked at this handso, elegantly-mannered boy with a trace of evil and depth inconsistent with his age, eyes full of curiosity and scrutiny.
They knew that the last mber of this seemingly inconspicuous Rosier family was not as simple as he appeared.
And Jerry enjoyed it.
This "waiter" identity was simply a disguise tailor-made for him.
Jerry shuttled among those pure-blood noble ladies dressed luxuriously with different expressions, wearing an appropriate and harmless smile, like an innocent boy, serving them exquisite refreshnts.
But in his eyes flashed the unique excitent and hidden pleasure of a predator.
This was the perfect ti for his close-range testing.
As the designer and manufacturer of this batch of magic sex toys, although Jerry couldn’t possibly forge every part and carve every rune personally, the blueprints and alchemy rune arrays he drew personally buried "backdoors" known only to him inside.
Although this was very immoral, but... very interesting, wasn’t it?
Especially thinking about these high-and-mighty noble ladies secretly enjoying the "happiness" he carefully designed.
Truly a joy to see!
In addition, Jerry also wanted to know what kind of ripples the newly released videos in Forbidden Eden brought to the stagnant wizarding world!
He first walked towards Mrs. Penelope Canterbury.
This noble lady, who looked at most thirty years old, was famous among pure-blood families for her rigorous style and almost paranoid adherence to wizarding traditions.
Her bun was coiled high, ticulous, the silver hairpin inlaid with an ancestral sapphire.
Wearing an old-fashioned but finely-materialed dark green long dress, the collar towering, as if wrapping herself airtightly.
Her face always carried a ticulous coldness, as if everything in the world couldn’t stir a trace of emotional fluctuation in her.
Jerry, wearing a smile, holding a silver tray, put down a cup of exquisite rose tea.
As he bowed, his body brushed past her long dress.
His left thumb, in his sleeve, extrely secretly pressed a pre-set chanism in his hand—the rune array of that chanism echoed with the invisible sex toy collected by Mrs. Penelope, nad the "Lock of Chastity" by Jerry.
"Madam, please enjoy."
Jerry said respectfully.
Mrs. Penelope’s body stiffened abruptly, a trace of incredible panic flashing deep in her eyes.
She felt a sudden tightening from her lower body covered by the long dress.
That was a feeling never felt before, like ice silk entangling and slowly tightening, contracting her passage tightly, squeezing her almost unable to breathe. Then, a weak electric current spread along the inner wall. The current was not intense but numbing enough, making her constantly secrete transparent saliva, even wetting her close-fitting clothes.
Sitting in the chair, her legs clamped unconsciously, even feeling a burst of wetness under her buttocks.
"Damn... what’s going on!"
A trace of imperceptible flush appeared on Penelope’s usually cold face at this mont, and a trace of elusive doubt and羞恼 (sha and anger) appeared between her brows.
She tried desperately to find the source of this abnormal feeling but to no avail.
The "Lock of Chastity" she wore was invisible, and its existence could only be felt through the alchemy designed by Jerry.
Jerry saw the subtle change on her face.
"One!"
Jerry knew that Mrs. Penelope was enjoying her own customized "happiness" at this mont.
Jerry could even hear bursts of squelch sounds of flesh contracting coming from deep in Penelope’s deathly silent lower body.
"Madam, please enjoy!"
Jerry left Mrs. Penelope’s side, carrying an "innocent" smile, walking straight towards Mrs. Emline Vance.
This lady was an Auror holding an important position in the Ministry of Magic, famous for her resolute and tough asures.
She was a good friend of that bitch Selena.
She wore a slim-cut deep blue robe, outlining her plump and powerful feminine curves.
Golden hair was tied up simply, eyes sharp and full of majesty, as if able to see through all lies.
Jerry walked in front of her, presenting a cup of coffee with a smile.
Magic fluctuations flashed at Jerry’s waist.
As he bent down, almost pressing against Mrs. Emline’s arm, his right index finger also extrely secretly flicked gently.
What Mrs. Emline privately collected was an implantable vibrator called the "Pistil of the Hive" by Jerry. That vibrator was extrely small and implanted deep inside.
"Madam, this is your espresso."
Jerry’s voice carried just the right amount of respect.
Mrs. Emline’s body trembled violently. She felt a sudden strong vibration coming from her inner thigh, near the passage.
That vibration was irregular and completely not the frequency she adjusted. Sotis strong, sotis weak, as if countless tiny bees were vibrating their wings inside her, driving her entire private part to start itching and going numb.
A heat flow instantly surged to her cheeks. She tried hard to maintain calm, but her legs trembled slightly uncontrollably, even feeling her originally suppressed desire screaming madly with that vibration at this mont.
She clamped her legs abruptly, only to find the vibration beca even more intense because of it.
"Cough... thank you, Jerry."
Mrs. Emline tried hard to maintain her composure, but the hand holding the coffee cup revealed her inner panic.
Her voice also carried a trace of imperceptible hoarseness. The blush on her face seed to be dyed by this stuffy hall.
Her sharp eyes even subconsciously glanced at her husband conversing with others not far away; the controller was in his hand.
This bastard!
Actually dared to flirt with her here.
She would show him when they got back!
Jerry felt her gaze, amused in his heart, and turned the vibration frequency to the highest.
"Woo?"
Mrs. Emline imdiately froze in place.
Even the palm holding the coffee was trembling uncontrollably.
Jerry could feel Mrs. Emline’s body trembling slightly but continuously with that vibration at this mont, her high-heaving chest also heaving violently due to rapid breathing.
This secret stimulation made her feel indescribable sha and pleasure.
The air was even filled with the intertwining of buzzing and squelching sounds, as if countless bees were building a nest deep in her body...
"Hehe!"
"Second one!"
Jerry shuttled through the Slytherin common room, moving with ease among those pure-blood noble ladies dressed luxuriously with different expressions.
He could sll that besides perfu, there was faintly a more primitive, more fragrant sll of female body fluids perating the air.
That sll was like the most tempting fuse, guiding Jerry to his next "prey."
Third one!
Fourth one!
Fifth one...
Facts proved that these noble ladies suppressing themselves were all loyal custors of Forbidden Eden.
Jerry suddenly stopped in front of a young lady, Androda Tonks.
She had another identity.
The wife of Fudge’s son locked in Azkaban, his daughter-in-law.
Of course, they had no children.
But she adopted many children because she was also the Head of the Departnt of Welfare and Resources of the Ministry of Magic.
It’s a pity that even though she seed to have done a lot, she still attracted criticism.
After all, her husband was a pure Death Eater who dared to attack the judge rashly in the dock.
She combed a head of black, bright long hair, wearing a light purple long dress with a lively yet dignified style, outlining her graceful figure. Her eyes were clear, carrying a trace of curiosity, different from the cold arrogance of most Slytherin noble ladies.
There were no wizards beside her, nor flies coveting her beauty. Just because her husband was still "in jail" currently... and didn’t attend.
When Jerry approached, Androda was looking down at a hardcover booklet specially made by the Academic Affairs Departnt resting on her knees.
Exquisite patterns were printed on the booklet. She was rubbing the pages gently with the pad of her index finger, eyes carrying a trace of blur and contemplation.
Jerry served hot cocoa. The mont he bent down to put it down, the second secret chanism on his wand was pressed by him.
Mrs. Androda secretly collected a pair of earrings called "Trembling Roses." Looking like ordinary accessories on the surface, they could directly stimulate the nerve endings most sensitive to pleasure on the wearer’s body through weak magic pulses.
This ant that even stripping Mrs. Androda completely bare, not a trace of sex toys could be found at all. It was Jerry’s proud work, a design plagiarized from the little kitten’s graduation project.
However, even though Jerry had backdoor designs in hand, he couldn’t know the specific sensitive points. After all, these toys were mass-produced. Jerry didn’t have the ti to insert the loop arrays taught by Isabella one by one.
But it didn’t matter; just try them one by one.
Jerry placed the warm cocoa cup gently on the low table in front of Androda Tonks. The cup bottom collided with the expensive obsidian tabletop, making a muffled and elegant light sound.
"Madam, your hot cocoa."
His voice was clear and respectful, carrying the purity unique to a boy not yet polished by the world, making one unable to raise any guard.
Androda looked up from that exquisite booklet. In those eyes clear as water, there was a trace of inherent lancholy. She gave Jerry a polite and gentle smile: "Thank you, Jerry."
Her voice was like a lily of the valley wet with morning dew, cold with a trace of softness.
Jerry bowed and retreated, his posture impeccable.
Start now.
Jerry first activated the most conventional mode—"Breeze Behind the Neck."
An almost imperceptible magic pulse, like a lover’s gentlest breath, swept over Androda’s smooth, fair back of the neck.
Androda’s body shrank almost imperceptibly.
She subconsciously reached out and stroked her neck; the skin there broke out in fine goosebumps.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. Thinking it was just a cold draft blowing through the common room, she paid no attention, picked up the cocoa cup, and took a gentle sip.
The corner of Jerry’s mouth hooked into a subtle arc.
No reaction?
Very well.
His finger slid gently, switching to the second mode—"Spinal Warm Current."
This ti, the frequency and target of the magic pulse changed.
A seemingly absent warmth started from Androda’s coccyx, climbing up joint by joint like a lit fuse.
"Mmh..."
Androda let out an almost inaudible nasal sound.
Her lower back straightened subconsciously, as if an invisible hand was gently stroking and pressing on her spine.
That feeling made her sowhat restless. Her legs closed and rubbed together subconsciously under the long dress; the silk under the hem made rustling light sounds.
Thinking it was poor blood circulation from sitting too long, she shifted her body slightly in the chair, trying to relieve this strange feeling.
Jerry’s eyes narrowed.
He saw the fluttering of the skirt hem and captured the fleeting expression mixed with confusion and discomfort on her face.
He knew he was one step closer to the target.
Fingertip slid again, this ti choosing a bolder mode—"Blooming on the Chest."
In an instant, a numbing stimulation like a weak electric current focused precisely on the two most sensitive nipples on Androda’s chest.
"Ah!"
Androda’s body stiffened abruptly, almost dropping the cocoa cup in her hand.
Wrapped in light purple silk, the nipples that should have been softly sleeping suddenly stood up and hardened like a frightened mimosa in this instant, stubbornly propping up the layer of soft fabric on her chest, forming two clearly visible small protrusions.
Breathing instantly beca rapid. A heat flow rushed straight from her chest to her cheeks, dyeing her originally fair face with a moving blush.
She put down the cocoa cup in a panic, subconsciously hugging herself with both arms, as if this could cover up the shaful changes on her chest.
Squelch... squelch...
A sound like water drops dripping on a hot iron plate ca from beneath her. Under the sudden strong stimulation, her body instinctively secreted love juices, wetting her close-fitting panties.
Jerry’s gaze was like the sharpest falcon, capturing all this precisely.
He saw her hugging action, saw her flushed cheeks, and even his enhanced hearing vaguely captured that trace of lewd water sound.
Found it.
This is the place.
A victor’s ecstasy surged in Jerry’s heart.
He no longer conducted large-scale probing but focused all magic pulses on Androda’s two "roses" that had fully blood.
His fingers, like a highly skilled pianist under the cuff, began to play a crazy movent.
The magic pulses were no longer single stimulations but beca complex combinations.
Sotis gentle, like feather-like scratching, making Androda’s body twist gently on the seat unable to control herself, legs clamped tighter, water sounds under the skirt becoming clearer.
Teeth biting her lower lip tightly, trying hard not to let herself make any shaful sounds.
Sotis urgent, like raindrop-like knocking, every knock bringing a burst of strong pleasure almost breaking through reason.
Androda’s body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. Her hugging arms tightened; her nails almost embedded into the flesh of her arms, trying to use pain to confront the pleasure coming in waves like a tide.
Jerry saw the clarity in Androda’s eyes had been replaced by a thick layer of water mist. That lancholy temperant was infected by desire, presenting a depraved beauty.
Jerry decided to give her the final "judgnt."
Switching all magic pulses instantly to the strongest mode—"Wild Dance."
Buzz!
As if a whole hive of wild bees were simultaneously flapping wings, drilling, ravaging madly on Androda’s chest, on her nipples!
"Ah...!"
A scream suppressed to the extre, mixed with pain and extre joy, finally rushed out from the depths of Androda’s throat.
Her arms hung down weakly, no longer able to conceal the two red, swollen, and perky protrusions on her chest caused by overstimulation.
Her eyes rolled up slightly, pupils unfocused, crystal saliva overflowing from her mouth, sliding down the corner of her mouth.
Legs opened abruptly under the long dress, then closed tightly again as if in a spasm.
Splash!
A surging heat flow, like a flood bursting a dam, sprayed out violently from between her thighs!
That sticky and warm love juice instantly soaked her panties and stockings.
Even penetrating that layer of expensive silk long dress, leaving a large dark and ambiguous water stain on the velvet cushion beneath her.
In the air, a rich female body fragrance with a musky scent, mixed with the sweetness of cocoa, instantly perated.
Androda collapsed paralyzed in the chair, devoid of strength, gasping for breath in big mouthfuls, her body still trembling constantly due to the afterglow of orgasm.
Feeling as if her soul was extracted from her body, then fiercely penetrated, brain a blank, only that world-destroying pleasure still echoing in her limbs and bones.
She didn’t even know what happened, only knowing she just... shafully orgasd in public, in front of a group of rich or noble pure-blood wizards.
Fortunately, because she was isolated, she sat relatively far away.
Jerry withdrew his finger satisfiedly, turning off all functions of the "Trembling Roses."
He looked at Androda’s completely broken appearance; his sense of achievent and desire to conquer were greatly satisfied in his heart.
Jerry pretended to be attracted by the sound, turned his head, a face showing just the right amount of concern and doubt.
"Madam?
Are... are you okay?"
Just then, a figure ran over from not far away.
It was a girl with bubblegum pink short hair, wearing Hogwarts school robes, a bit of anxiety on her face.
It was Nymphadora Tonks, Androda’s adopted daughter.
"Mom!"
Tonks ran to Androda’s side, completely not noticing the abnormality beneath her mother and the weird sll in the air.
Her attention was all on her mother’s face, pale as paper.
"Mom, what’s wrong?
Why is your face so bad?"
Tonks supported Androda’s arm worriedly.
Androda’s consciousness slowly returned. Seeing her daughter’s worried face, and feeling the ssy wetness and slipperiness beneath her, a boundless sha and panic overwheld her instantly.
"I... I’m fine!"
Tonks didn’t notice her mother’s embarrassnt. She said eagerly: "Professor Hess is looking for you. He wants to talk to you privately about my performance in Dueling Class.
Let’s go over quickly!"
"Go... go see the Professor?"
Androda’s voice trembled terribly, carrying crying tones.
How could she... how could she go see the Professor looking like this.
Her legs were still soft, dress was wet, whole body emitting a coquettish sll of having just orgasd...
"Madam, you don’t look very comfortable."
Jerry’s voice carried just the right amount of concern, like an understanding little gentleman: "Although Professor Hess values grades, he cares more about students’ parents.
How about this, the duty professor’s office in the dormitory is just ahead. Although simple, you can go there to tidy up a bit.
I’ll show you the way."
A ray of hope instantly flashed in Androda’s eyes.
Office!
Go to the office!
She almost instinctively grabbed this life-saving straw.
"Thank you, Jerry..."
Androda’s voice was weak, carrying a trace of rejoicing of surviving a disaster.
She tried to stand up, but her legs felt weak and powerless due to the orgasm just now. Her knees bent slightly, body swaying.
Jerry was quick on his feet, stepped forward, supporting Androda gently.
Jerry’s palm supported the inside of her arm, feeling the scalding temperature of her skin.
Jerry could even vaguely sll the rich aura, salty like the ocean tide and sweet like nectar, emanating from under her skirt hem. That was the "masterpiece" he manufactured single-handedly.
"Take it slow, Madam."
Jerry’s voice beca gentler. Half embracing and half supporting Androda, he helped her stand up slowly. In the mont of lifting, his fingertips brushed over Androda’s waist seemingly inadvertently; the movent was so fast it was almost imperceptible.
And in that instant, inside the "Trembling Roses" earrings on Androda, a string of new, more complex and precise magic sequences was quietly activated by Jerry.
This ti, Jerry skipped the tentative stimulation directly.
Jerry struck straight at the dragon’s lair, focusing the magic pulses on her most sensitive part.
A strong numbing sensation burst instantly from the red bean, rushing straight to the brain marrow, like countless tiny electric currents shuttling and kneading in her most private folds. Every pulse seed to be teasing the desire buried deep in the soil, stirring up that already soaked love juice again.
"Woo... mmh..."
Androda’s body tensed abruptly. A low moan spilled from her throat but was quickly pressed back down forcibly by her clenched teeth.
She knew that shaful yet familiar pleasure ca again.
A large amount of body fluid gushed out from between her legs instantly. That sound ford a clearer and visible splash water sound under the wide robe, rising and falling with her every step, rhythmic like tides crashing against the embanknt.
She imdiately realized.
All this was done by Jerry!
Androda didn’t understand what this boy exactly did to her, why the desire in her body, already sealed in dust, now surged out like floodwaters opening a gate, completely washing away her reason.
Androda could only tightly grasp Jerry’s arm, letting him half support and half embrace her, every step staggering, as if she might collapse softly to the ground at any ti.
Thighs rubbing against the panties under the skirt, rubbing out an intoxicating rhythm. Every friction brought bursts of continuous numbness and stronger pleasure.
Nymphadora completely didn’t notice her mother’s abnormality. She was just a bit strange why her mother’s face was getting redder and redder, breathing becoming more and more rapid.
She asked worriedly: "Mom, are you okay?
Are you tired?"
"Fine... Mom is fine..."
Androda managed to squeeze out a smile uglier than crying, her voice carrying obvious trembling.
Androda thought incomparably shafully: Go see Hess?
Her body now wished she could plunge headlong into the duty professor’s office in the dormitory, letting anyone who could help her stop the itch fiercely penetrate her, completely extinguishing the fla in her body.
Jerry guided Androda and Nymphadora, shuttling through the corridors of the Slytherin common room connecting various classrooms.
People ca and went in the corridor, all wizards coming to attend the Parent-Teacher Conference, appearing exceptionally lively.
Just as they were about to turn a spacious corridor, Jerry’s gaze focused abruptly.
Not far away, Hera, still disguised as Professor Hess at this mont, was talking elegantly with several parents from Auror families.
She wore ticulous Dueling Class professor robes, a formulaic and proper smile on her face, occasionally revealing a bit of arrogance belonging to "Hess."
Those eyes that should have been sharp and cold appeared much softer at this mont due to exchanging pleasantries with parents.
Hera also saw Jerry.
Her gaze lingered on Jerry’s "innocent" face for a mont, then fell on Androda, who he was half embracing and half supporting. A trace of imperceptible exploration flashed deep in her eyes.
"Professor Hess?"
"We were just about to find you!"
Nymphadora Tonks looked at this Dueling Class professor with a cold aura who suddenly appeared, sowhat at a loss.
Hera ignored Tonks.
She took long strides, every step firm and elegant, the hem of her robe drawing sharp arcs on the floor.
She walked straight to Jerry and Androda, completely ignoring Jerry, casting those sharp eyes on the nearly collapsed Androda.
"Mrs. Tonks!"
Hera’s voice was cold and hard as ice, yet carrying an unquestionable sense of authority. "You look very unwell.
As a Hogwarts staff mber, I have the responsibility to ensure the safety and health of every parent."
Saying so, she reached out, movent strong and elegant, directly "taking over" Androda from Jerry’s arms.
Her palm steadily supported Androda’s soft waist, while the other hand rested strongly on her shoulder.
Unlike Jerry’s seemingly gentle support that was actually full of suggestion and teasing, Hera’s support was full of control and possessiveness.
Jerry tactfully let go, taking a half step back, still wearing that harmless smile on his face.
But in the mont he retreated, he brushed past Hera. An extrely weak magic fluctuation, perceivable only by the two of them, established a private link between them.
"I will take Mrs. Tonks to the infirmary.
And have a chat with her by the way.
Miss Tonks, go back to your dormitory and rest!"
Hera issued instructions directly, not giving anyone a chance to refuse.
Her voice was calm and composed, perfectly playing the role of a conscientious professor.
Although Nymphadora was worried, facing Professor Hess’s powerful aura, she could only nod obediently and jog quickly towards the Charms classroom.
Instantly, only Hera, Jerry, and Androda—trembling weakly and delirious in Hera’s arms—were left in the corridor.
Hera half dragged and half carried Androda, turning around and preparing to walk towards the infirmary.
Androda’s body collapsed softly in her arms like mud, burning all over, the hem of her long dress sticking stickily to her thighs. With every step, that ambiguous squelch, squelch water sound beca clearer.
Hera could clearly sll that rich female body fragrance catalyzed by desire to the extre. This made her frown tightly, a complex emotion mixed with disgust, jealousy, and a trace of excitent surging in her heart.
Just then, Jerry’s voice, carrying a lazy and punchable tone, rang out directly in Hera’s mind like a phantom.
Twenty-eight already!
That voice was full of showing off and complacency, like a child who stole candy and deliberately smacked his lips to show off in front of adults.
Hera’s steps paused abruptly, the arm supporting Androda tightening instantly.
She turned her head, glaring viciously at Jerry.
Jerry just stood there, waving at her with a smile. That expression seed to say: You’re definitely losing.
Androda let out a painful moan from being squeezed by her, body twisting even more violently in her arms, the heat flow between her legs seemingly surging another wave.
Hera suppressed the anger in her heart, similarly using that private spell to transmit her cold and angry voice back to Jerry’s mind:
Don’t be complacent too early!
There are over a hundred witches present today!
You haven’t even got one-third of them!
The voice was like a poisoned ice pick, full of unwillingness and competitive aning.
She tried to use the huge total number to belittle Jerry’s "battle record," trying to save a bit of face. However, the angrier she was, the more she could feel the commotion deep in her own body.
Jerry seed to have expected her reaction long ago.
His voice rang in Hera’s mind again, this ti full of rogue-like slyness and leisure.
Oh?
Is that so?
Jerry’s voice dragged out long. But my dear ’Professor’, the twenty-eight I ntioned are only ’Slytherin’ pure-blood noble ladies!
Calculate for yourself, how many of the first-year Slytherin parents present today et this condition?
Hera’s pupils shrank abruptly.
Jerry’s voice continued, like a devil’s whisper, disintegrating her defenses bit by bit.
Besides, among those over a hundred you ntioned, how many are ’country bumpkins’ from Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?
How many are old mothers who have had a bunch of children and lost all feeling for their bodies like the Weasley family?
Not to ntion there are quite a few wizards and half-bloods mixed in.
My ’custor base’ is the most high-end, the most picky, and the hardest to please!
He paused, voice full of extre, teeth-itching complacency.
Using twenty-eight top-tier ’battle results’ to compare with your huge but mixed ’total number’, don’t you feel... it’s a bit bullying to you?
"You...!"
Hera trembled all over with anger. She almost couldn’t resist turning around and rushing up to tear Jerry’s triumphant face to pieces.
This bastard!
He was actually playing word gas with her!
Redefining the scope of the bet!
Androda in her arms let out another unbearable moan at this mont. The spasm of her body almost made her slip out of Hera’s arms.
Hera had to distract herself, hugging her tighter with greater strength. And this physical contact transmitted that scalding temperature and strong breath on Androda more clearly, stimulating every tense nerve of Hera.
Hera took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
She knew she couldn’t take any advantage of this little rogue in verbal disputes.
"Then let’s wait and see!"
[System Prompt]: Your actions have enraged Hera (Queen of Gods of the False Olympic Pantheon).
Hera’s "Favorability" towards you has increased.
Just as Jerry watched Hera’s receding back, the playful smile on the corner of his mouth not yet fully blood, a cold system prompt tone sounded abruptly in his mind again.
[System Quest Prompt]: Ergency Rescue!
[Quest Content]: Little kitten Katherine, Senior Ophelia, are participating in the practical combat section of the Ministry of Magic’s N.E.W.T. exams.
Currently, they are being surrounded and hunted by pursuers led by the "Goddess of Harvest" Deter of the False Olympic Pantheon, and the "Son of Zeus" Demigod Heracles.
Katherine and Ophelia have fallen into a heavy siege; the situation is critical!
[Quest Objective]: Successfully rescue Katherine and Ophelia, or assist them in repelling/killing the pursuers, ensuring they survive this crisis.
[Quest Ti Limit]: One week.
After the ti ends, if the targets are still not rescued or surviving, the quest is considered failed.
[Quest Rewards]: Success: Family Prestige 5000.
Katherine and Ophelia’s loyalty to you permanently increases, unlocking new bloodline abilities; the ancient Rosier family bloodline permanently increases by 10%!
Obtain exclusive title [Guardian of the Little Kitten].
Failure: Katherine and Ophelia die.
Family Prestige -10000.
Your ancient Rosier bloodline is damaged; combat power permanently reduced by 20%.
The smile on Jerry’s face froze instantly.
Katherine and Ophelia?
Being hunted by the Goddess of Harvest and Demigod Heracles of the False Olympic Pantheon.
This change ca too suddenly and too dangerously!
Katherine’s performance in the Ministry’s test shouldn’t be so weak as to need him to take action and rescue her directly.
And Ophelia’s intelligence and adaptability were not to be underestimated either.
But the system clearly pointed out they were being hunted, and the opponents were aid straight at the gods and demigods of the False Olympic Pantheon. This was absolutely not sothing ordinary wizards could contend with.
A fierce and cold light flashed in Jerry’s eyes.
Is this the controllable danger McGonagall ntioned?
False Olympic Pantheon?
He took a deep breath, feeling a strong killing intent surging in his chest.
The punishnt for quest failure was sothing he couldn’t bear—Katherine and Ophelia dead, ancient Rosier bloodline damaged... every one of these was a fatal blow enough to shake his future layout.
Jerry’s eyes were cold; the killing intent inside swept like a tsunami.
Clenching his fists, at that mont, only one thought erged in his mind—rush out and crush those enemies who dared to touch his "belongings."
Whether it was the so-called Goddess of Harvest or the Son of Zeus.
In his view, they were all just eyesore jumping clowns.
He had sufficient confidence that with all cards played, even true Olympic gods would have to surrender their heads under his power.
However, the fla of impulse only burned for a short mont before being extinguished by deeper reason.
Jerry’s steps stopped forcefully the mont before stepping out, as if cast with the strongest Body-Bind Curse.
The words Professor McGonagall said before poured into Jerry’s mind like ice water, instantly waking him up.
"N.E.W.T. exams..."
That was not just an exam; it was a solemn and insurmountable threshold set by the wizarding world for apprentices who hadn’t graduated yet.
McGonagall once used a vivid taphor: it was the final assessnt determining the "ID card" of the wizarding world.
Once passed, you obtained official wizard status.
Conversely, even if you possessed stronger magical talent and deeper magic power, you were all just—"Muggles without ID cards."
What did a wizard "without an ID card" an?
It ant they couldn’t enter any departnt or bureau of the Ministry of Magic to take office. Even just a sweeping cleaner must be a certified wizard.
It ant they couldn’t join the wizard legion. In every foreign war, they could only act as protected spectators, or even worse, beco cannon fodder.
What was more terrifying was that their range of activities would also be extrely strictly restricted. They couldn’t return to the Muggle world casually, let alone cross dinsions to live in other world clusters.
They could never enjoy the many privileges and treatnts only official wizards could possess—including those discounts as minute as purchasing the rarest alchemy materials in Diagon Alley, or the most insignificant authorization to enter the library’s Restricted Section.
These "quasi-wizards", after graduating from Hogwarts, would find themselves wandering on the edge of wizarding society like invisible people.
Among those thousands of people in Diagon Alley seemingly bustling about and living with magic, many were actually this kind of wizard who hadn’t passed the N.E.W.T. exams.
They possessed magic power but couldn’t integrate into mainstream society. They studied magic for many years but ultimately could only struggle at the very bottom of society, expelled by the Muggle world and rejected by the wizarding world, becoming an awkward existence.
To so extent, what essential difference was there between them and those ignorant Muggles?
Katherine and Ophelia, these two girls, carried many of his important plans and emotions.
Katherine’s bloodline and potential, Ophelia’s loyalty and wisdom, were all indispensable chess pieces in his future layout.
If in this practical exam, their "hands and feet were not clean" due to his forceful intervention, being judged as cheating, or if their performance showed "unreasonable" results because of his interference.
Then, their entire lives would be completely ruined.
Those enemies glaring like tigers watching their prey in the Ministry of Magic, coveting the rebirth of the Rosier family, those Archdukes and Dukes longing to see him fail completely, would absolutely not let this opportunity go.
They would pounce like sharks slling blood, completely denying Katherine and Ophelia’s exam results, even sealing any possibility of them retaking the exam in the future, let alone entering wizarding society.
Once Katherine and Ophelia lost their wizard status certification, they couldn’t enter the elite class of the Rosier family, let alone the core decision-making level of the family. Even obtaining formal Rosier genealogy recognition would beco the biggest problem.
This consequence was even more tragic than them dying directly in battle—death could still receive mourning, but being deprived of wizard status ant completely "evaporating" from wizarding society; everything they learned, everything they possessed, would vanish into nothingness.
This was exactly the ending Rosier’s enemies would be most happy to see, and also the most vicious blow to Jerry.
He had to ensure that no matter what action he took, Katherine and Ophelia could pass the exam justifiably with their own performance.
He had to make their records clean and white, without any flaws, without any handle anyone could use to attack them.
Jerry’s gaze subconsciously followed Hera’s receding back.
She half-carried the completely paralyzed Androda with wet skirt hem. Although her steps were slightly hurried, her posture remained upright.
Hera’s appearance of being teased into exasperation yet forcibly suppressing her anger suddenly made a lightning flash across Jerry’s mind at this mont.
Wait?
Queen of Gods of the False Olympic Pantheon?
Hera...
The corner of Jerry’s mouth slowly outlined an evil arc.
A bold and sowhat crazy thought quickly took shape in his mind.
For the rest of the Parent-Teacher Conference, it was more like a carefully choreographed personal show for Jerry.
Jerry wandered among the parents of various Slytherin pure-blood families, always wearing that polite and harmless smile on his face.
However, Jerry’s fingertips appeared exceptionally "disobedient."
Jerry clearly aid at those noble ladies he confird secretly collected toys, but always "accidentally" made his "cheating" behavior appear clumsy.
Jerry would inadvertently trip beside a certain Countess, seemingly panicking to support himself on the wall, but his finger cleverly pressed the control panel.
However, the Countess’s body trembled twice, then frowned, only feeling her back seed a bit itchy.
When Jerry handed a glass of champagne to a Duke’s daughter, he seed to "accidentally" drop the glass in his hand. At the mont of bending down to pick it up, his fingertip pressed fiercely on the chest of another Madam.
But that Madam just looked down puzzledly at her unruffled chest, glancing contemptuously at Jerry.
Most of the ti, those sex toys activated by Jerry seed to fall into so weird "misfire" state.
The strong reactions that should have appeared now beca weak and irregular.
He made the "Lock of Chastity" twitch; the noble lady would feel a burst of slight discomfort, and that was it.
He made the "Pistil of the Hive" vibrate; the noble lady would subconsciously clamp her legs, and that was it.
He made the "Trembling Roses" release pulses; the noble lady would think it was clothes rubbing or the weather being stuffy.
Occasionally there were one or two particularly sensitive ones who might show a trace of doubt on their faces, their bodies trembling slightly, but quickly returned to normal, without the slightest extre loss of composure like Androda.
Jerry’s ears, which originally could accurately capture the changes in desire deep in female bodies, now also "just right" showed a certain degree of malfunction.
He would pretend not to hear the secret water sounds coming from under certain Madams’ skirts, nor see the strange light occasionally flashing in their eyes and being forcibly suppressed.
He only, occasionally, occasionally "successfully" teased one or two, and they were all those young noble ladies who themselves had strong sexual desires or had been holding back for too long.
He controlled the degree precisely, making their eyes blur, cheeks flush, legs clamp tightly, occasionally letting out one or two seemingly absent delicate pants, but quickly overwheld by the conversation sounds of their husbands or companions beside them.
The "abnormality" he created was not enough to constitute large-scale "promiscuity," only enough to let Hera find a small handful of "poor worms" who didn’t resist temptation when counting the "battle results" afterwards, far from Jerry’s twenty-eight targets.
As the Parent-Teacher Conference progressed, Hera’s gaze would occasionally sweep over Jerry. When she saw most noble ladies still remaining dignified, even appearing sowhat disdainful, her nerves tense all afternoon finally relaxed gradually.
Seeing Jerry’s several "efforts" and "failures," seeing his secret actions hardly causing any ripples.
The anger aroused by Jerry in her heart also gradually dissipated with Jerry’s "unsuccessful" performance, like smoke blown away by the cold wind.
Replaced by a trace of victorious complacency and a few points of contempt for Jerry.
She won.
Until the end of the Parent-Teacher Conference, Hera finally counted the number through her own investigation: eleven.
Jerry ultimately only made eleven noble ladies show obvious "abnormal" states, which were captured by Hera.
This was a failing number, and far below the "twenty-eight top-tier battle results" Jerry boasted of.
The corner of Hera’s mouth outlined a mocking arc of victory.
She knew what this represented.
She won.
No hair on the mouth, things not done firmly!
Brat, you lost!
The Parent-Teacher Conference finally drew to a close amidst Dumbledore’s gentle blessings.
Students left their respective house common rooms first, then the parents, gathering towards the Great Hall in twos and threes along the corridor, preparing to take Thestrals and magic carriages back.
Jerry, as the last "waiter," was thodically packing up the ssy refreshnts in the Slytherin common room with magic.
The frustrated expression of "I failed" on Jerry’s face could simply be awarded an Oscar.
Just as Jerry picked up the last teacup stained with lipstick marks, a strong magic fluctuation suddenly struck from behind.
In the next second, his whole person was abruptly clamped by an invisible force, pressed fiercely against the hard dark green stone wall behind him.
Bang!
The stone wall emitted a muffled thud, making Jerry’s back ache. The teacup in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, making a crisp sound.
Imdiately, a sharp breath carrying fragrant wind rushed to his face.
Hera, appearing behind him at so point. She used a standard "Kabedon" posture to completely confine Jerry between the wall and her body.
Her body pressed tightly against him; her firm breasts almost flattened the school robe on Jerry’s chest. That aggressive aura belonging to a mature woman enveloped Jerry like substance.
Hera’s arm steadily pressed against the stone wall beside his ear, fingertips even slightly white, showing her suppressed anger and so victor’s ecstasy at this mont.
Her face still wore that calm to the point of cold expression, but those sharp eyes were currently burning with the pleasure of revenge, looking down at Jerry from above, as if looking down at a prey she captured.
"Little bastard!" Hera’s voice was pressed very low, carrying a trace of gnashing teeth, hissing in his ear like a cold snake’s tongue: "Your mouth is quite powerful, but when it really cos to testing the results, it misfires?"
Hera’s fingertips, carrying a weak magic power, like a judge’s scepter, gently lifted Jerry’s chin, forcing him to et her eyes full of teasing.
"Eleven."
Hera spat out this number. Every word was like a heavy hamr knocking on Jerry’s heart, carrying the victor’s mockery. "Compared to your so-called ’twenty-eight top-tier battle results’, it’s lacking more than just a little bit. It seems I was right, you’re nothing but a..."
Hera paused. The bright red tongue tip licked gently on her full lips. That movent carried fatal temptation yet was full of contempt.
"...Brat." Hera’s lips almost pressed against Jerry’s cheek. The breath exhaled was warm and sweet, carrying her unique perfu sll, and a trace of seemingly absent restlessness of desire deliberately suppressed by her.
His chest was like two small stones, rubbing fiercely against Hera’s breasts under the school robe, and his tightly pressed scrotum, at this mont, also tightened due to intense stimulation and expanding desire, bringing bursts of numbness and swelling pain.
"I lost..." Jerry’s mouth hooked into a smile admitting defeat. That smile carried just the right amount of annoyance and a trace of imperceptible submission.
He knew now was not the ti to resist. He just raised his eyes slightly, responding to Hera’s provocation with those seemingly innocent yet actually deep eyes.
Hera’s gaze lingered in Jerry’s deep eyes for a mont. The slyness flashing in them froze her original complacency, replaced by thicker playfulness and a trace of cold calculation. Her smile faded suddenly; her right hand grabbed Jerry’s throat abruptly.
"Do you take for blind and unable to see it?
You damn brat!"
Hera’s force wasn’t great but enough for Jerry to feel an oppressive power. Jerry’s breathing stagnated slightly; his Adam’s apple rolled under her cold fingers.
Hera’s body pressed closer to Jerry; that scalding female body almost burned his whole person.
Her knee wrapped in a tight robe was currently pressing seemingly absentmindedly between his legs. Through the school robe, Jerry could clearly feel the touch from her soft thigh, and that warm breath belonging to a woman’s private part.
Deep in Hera’s eyes flashed a shrewd light seeing through everything. Her voice was full of mockery, carrying a bit of complacency of a cat playing with a mouse: "Did you think I was blind and deaf, unable to feel those weak magic fluctuations?
Did you think I would believe that the grand last bloodline of the Rosier family couldn’t even control a few playthings cursed by you?"
The fingers she pinched Jerry’s neck with slightly increased a bit of force. Jerry’s face flushed slightly red.
"You clearly did it on purpose, brat.
You didn’t lose at all." Hera breathed like orchids. That warm breath flapped on Jerry’s auricle, bringing a burst of numbness: "You just wanted ... to think I won."
Before Hera finished speaking, Jerry suddenly exerted force.
His arm fixed deathly tight to the wall by Hera lifted abruptly. That small but strong palm, carrying an unquestionable power, fell fiercely on Hera’s round buttocks wrapped in the robe.
Smack!
A crisp sound carrying carnal desire echoed in the empty Slytherin common room, appearing exceptionally piercing.
Hera’s body trembled violently. She almost instinctively clamped her legs; the hand grabbing Jerry’s neck also tightened for a mont, but quickly relaxed again.
She never expected Jerry would actually, at this ti, so boldly, so aggressively... counterattack.
Jerry’s fingertips, under forceful kneading, almost savagely rubbed every inch of soft flesh on her buttocks.
Hera’s buttocks were elastic; even through the robe, one could feel that soul-stealing softness.
Jerry’s fingertips even rubbed bursts of rustling sounds on the fabric under the robe material, reminiscent of tearing sounds. Jerry’s thumb even deliberately swiped across Hera’s butt crack. Every friction was accompanied by a scorching electric current, going all the way up along Hera’s cleft, straight to her waist and abdon, then spreading to her limbs and bones.
"I lost is I lost."
Jerry panted. Those eyes carrying desire stared tightly at Hera. His voice carried a trace of suppressed hoarseness due to being choked, yet appeared more magnetic, "I personally admitted the bet, admitted you won, that’s enough."
His fingertips kneaded Hera’s buttocks even more forcefully, almost kneading her ass into the shape he wanted to ravage.
The rough texture of the palm produced a pleasure close to pain on Hera’s delicate skin through the thin fabric.
Hera’s breathing beca heavy. Her buttock flesh constantly changed shapes under his palm with Jerry’s kneading, like kneaded dough.
Hera’s eyes went from initial shock, and then ultimately, actually revealed a trace of... interested playfulness.
Hera even released the hand pinching Jerry’s neck. That hand instead slid slowly towards Jerry’s chest like the most tempting viper, accurately stopping on his high erection under the school robe.
She rcilessly crushed and kneaded Jerry. The soft dots were rubbed, pressed, and twisted fiercely under her finger pads.
Jerry’s body trembled violently, letting out a suppressed low pant.
That numbness and swelling pain spreading from his chest almost made him lose all reason.
The corner of Hera’s mouth again outlined an evil and dangerous smile.
Her voice carried a trace of soul-snatching laziness, like the most llow fine wine, carrying fatal temptation: "Originally, after you won, I was prepared to let you feel my anger properly, let you know the cost of annoying ."
She paused, eyes narrowing slightly; that playfulness in her eyes reached its peak!
"But now, my anger..."
Hera’s knee pressing between Jerry’s legs suddenly moved.
Her slender and powerful thigh, through Jerry’s school robe and her own robe, seemingly absentmindedly and rhythmically, lifted upward, rubbing against Jerry’s firmness which was already hard and swollen to pain at this mont.
"...is already gone."
Hera’s knee, carrying an unquestionable force, pressed his sensitive part deathly tight against the wall, then, in an extrely teasing manner, gently yet powerfully, repeatedly teased Jerry’s firmness.
Every friction carried bursts of numbness and scorching heat, making Jerry almost breathless.
"Now, whatever request you have, just raise it directly."
Hera’s voice was slippery as silk but carried iron-like decisiveness, "If I can help, I definitely will help."
Jerry panted violently. The numbness coming from that scalding knee made his consciousness totter on the edge of desire.
But he knew now was not the ti to lose control.
He tried his best to concentrate, briefly recounting the critical situation of Katherine and Ophelia being hunted by the Goddess of Harvest Deter and Demigod Heracles of the False Olympic Pantheon in the practical combat of the N.E.W.T. exams in full detail.
Hearing this, Hera raised her eyebrows slightly. Her fingertips were still turning and kneading on Jerry’s chest. That movent carried an undisguised punishnt and teasing, as if everything he said was not as attractive to her attention as this small cornel in her hand.
"Mmh... this favor, I can help."
"However, you have to play a ga with ."
"What... ga?"
Jerry squeezed the voice out of his throat with difficulty; every breath carried a scorching aura.
"You know, we used to..." She licked the corner of her mouth; that movent carried naked temptation, "...often disguise ourselves and go deep into the mortal world."
"Now, it’s your turn, brat.
As long as you can satisfy , I will take action and help you save your little kitten and senior."
User Comments
0 comments from readers