Thump, thump, thump...
The Aurors' heartbeats were as loud as war drums in the absolute silence.
Looking at the ice mountain formed by the turkey's corpse, a chill crawled up their spines from the soles of their feet, joint by joint.
They had seen corpses hit by Freezing Charms—a fragile surface solidification. But this... was another concept entirely.
Mustering his courage, one Auror reached out. His dragon-hide gloved fingertip gently touched a feather on the periphery of the ice mountain.
There was no crisp sound of ice as expected, but a dull, hard touch like metal. That feather, along with the flesh and bone beneath it, and the turkey's entire existence, had been frozen into a seamless, complete whole.
Every feather, from the thickest flight feather to the softest down, maintained its last moment of life. Some were slightly raised, as if shivering from cold; others pressed tight against the body, trying to retain the last warmth.
But now, they had all turned into translucent ice crystals shimmering with a ghostly blue luster.
Mia walked around the ice sculpture mountain, her boots making soft swish sounds on the thin frost on the ground.
"Frozen like this... is examination even possible?"
Mia's brow furrowed tightly.
She waved her hand, signaling the Auror responsible for potion analysis to stay quiet.
"Careful, Corbin!" Her voice was calm and solemn. "Alchemy products of this level might retain activity even when frozen."
The older Auror named Corbin nodded. He took a long, thin probe, like a glass needle, from his tool kit. Tapping it gently with his wand tip, he whispered a complex spell.
"Revelessentia Sanguinis!" (Essence of Blood Reveal!)
The tip of the probe emitted a soft silver light. It slowly pierced the hard ice shell on the Augurey's wing, accurately stabbing into the muscle tissue frozen blue-purple beneath.
The next second, an astonishing scene occurred.
Inside the originally static ice block, centered on the probe's entry point, a weird deep green light, seemingly alive, suddenly lit up.
This light wasn't simple magical aura, but a pulsating, flowing halo full of primal vitality.
Like fine spiderwebs, it spread rapidly along the Augurey's frozen blood vessels and meridians, instantly outlining the bird's complete internal circulatory system.
Even more horrifying, countless tiny golden runes, like swimming fish, were mixed in these deep green light paths.
Flicking and swimming at a high frequency, these runes seemed to have their own life, frantically and continuously reconstructing every cell of this corpse.
"Merlin's beard..."
Corbin's face turned incredibly pale instantly. He subconsciously took a step back. "This isn't 'enhancement'... this is... this is 'regression'! It's forced bloodline atavism!"
His voice trembled with shock. "This potion... it's forcing this Augurey to reverse-evolve toward its most primitive, ancient ancestral form! It's trying to awaken a... a monster that should have been extinct in the river of time long ago!"
Mia's pupils contracted violently. She stepped forward quickly, waving her wand. A more complex detection array unfolded above the Augurey's ice block.
The array rotated slowly, data and ancient runes cascading down like a waterfall.
Mia's array hovered steadily above the frozen Augurey like a precise astrolabe.
Massive data streams poured down; every character, every rune represented an underlying property of a substance.
"...Unicorn horn powder, purity 98.7%, with the mark of the Greengrass Alchemy Workshop... Moonstone, cold-extracted via the 'Kirk Circuit Method', a patented technology of the Malfoy family..." Corbin quickly interpreted the flowing data, his face growing graver. "And this... is active extract of dragon liver, energy reaction pattern points to... the Bones family's special processing technique."
Greengrass, Malfoy, Bones...
Pure-blood family names pivotal in the Ministry were spat out of Corbin's mouth like heavy hammers, striking the heart of every Auror present. Mia's eyes deepened, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her wand.
She sensed the depth of this muddy water far exceeded her imagination.
Just as the array was about to analyze the source of the core, most critical forbidden materials, crisp footsteps from the entrance interrupted the tense analysis.
Two witches in dark Department of Magical Law Enforcement uniforms walked in.
Posture straight, faces stern, silver scale badges representing Senior Law Enforcement Officers pinned to their collars.
Their appearance was like a cold wind, instantly dispelling the heat of the scene.
The leading witch walked straight to Mia, emotionlessly handing over a parchment roll sealed with Ministry wax.
"By secret order of Director Amelia Bones!" Her voice was as cold as she looked. "The investigation of this incident by the Auror Office ends here. All on-site evidence, records, and preliminary analysis reports will be taken over by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
The scene exploded.
"What?"
A young Auror couldn't help but step forward. "Why? We are the department responsible for dangerous magical incidents! What right does the Department of Magical Law Enforcement have..."
"Silence, Roberts!" Mia shouted, stopping her subordinate's impulse.
"But Captain!" Roberts was full of indignation. "We were just about to find out! They are openly overstepping their authority!"
"That's right! This is stealing credit!"
Other Aurors chimed in, the atmosphere instantly tense.
However, Mia just looked calmly at the witch in front of her, then took the secret order.
She didn't even break the wax seal, just gently rubbed the edge of the parchment.
She cooperated beyond everyone's imagination.
"Corbin!" she ordered without turning her head. "Terminate the scan. Destroy all recorded data, hand the originals to them."
"Captain!" Corbin looked at her in shock.
"That is an order." Mia's tone was unquestionable.
She waved her hand, and the complex array suspended in the air dissipated instantly into specks of light.
The two witches immediately stepped forward, using special containment boxes to carefully pack the Augurey and the massive turkey ice sculpture.
Their movements were professional and swift, clearly well-trained.
Although the Aurors were unwilling, under the captain's order, they could only hold back their anger, watching helplessly as the credit about to be in their hands was snatched away.
When the Law Enforcement people packed everything and left, only a mess and resentful Aurors remained.
"Captain, I really don't understand! Why did we have to..." Roberts finally couldn't help asking.
Mia turned around, looking at her slightly immature subordinate, a complex look flashing in her eyes.
She didn't answer directly but asked back, "Roberts, what did you see in the materials analyzed just now?"
"Greengrass, Malfoy, Bones... all big shots we can't afford to offend!"
"That's just what you saw!" Mia's voice lowered, carrying a hint of lingering fear. "What I saw were things you didn't see. 'Corpse Rot Pollen' used only in the most ancient necromancy, and... an energy residue belonging to 'Bestialization Potion'."
Bestialization Potion!
The moment this term came out, the faces of all Aurors present changed.
Mia's gaze swept over everyone. "You think this is credit? No. This is a fire pit, one that could burn the entire Auror Office to ash. The forces involved are far beyond what we can contend with. Amelia Bones sending people to clean up personally... rather than stealing credit, it's more like she's bailing us out, proactively taking this hot potato that could poke a hole in the sky."
She exhaled a long breath, which condensed into white mist in the cold air.
"We found nothing, we know nothing. Today we just handled an ordinary illegal magical creature experiment accident. Understood?"
Looking at the captain's unprecedentedly serious expression, all Aurors fell silent.
Bestialization Potion, a product of ancient alchemy long listed as a supreme taboo in modern wizarding society.
It wasn't a simple aphrodisiac or enhancement potion, but a terrifying creation that fundamentally distorted the laws of life.
Its name derived from its core effect—during the potion's active period, it temporarily "bestialized" the target's (usually male) reproductive system.
This "bestialization" didn't refer to a change in appearance, but a complete subversion of function and logic.
First, it would drastically, even pathologically, enhance the target's physiological functions. As the name suggested, it granted the target beast-like tireless stamina and astonishing male characteristics; size and hardness would reach an unnatural limit far beyond human scope.
Second, and most critically, it altered the probability theory of life conception.
Under the potion's effect, the target produced not ordinary fluid requiring combination with an egg to form life, but a substance almost callable as "Life Protoplasm."
This protoplasm possessed super activity and aggression. It didn't need to wait for ovulation; it could even directly permeate, modify, and forcibly activate the receptor's reproductive system, ensuring completion of the conception process in an extremely short time.
This was the source of the "one hundred percent pregnancy" claim—it didn't increase the chance of conception, but turned the result of "conception" into a forcibly executed program.
Most terrifyingly, this potion induced a "Physiological Lock" phenomenon.
At the moment of orgasm, the target's genitals would form a temporary knot, like a canine, ensuring the two parties couldn't separate before the "Life Protoplasm" was fully injected.
It was a shackle derived from the most primal, barbaric breeding instinct.
Precisely because of its domineering nature that distorted nature, ignored individual will, and was almost irreversible, the Bestialization Potion had been jointly banned by all mainstream wizarding societies hundreds of years ago.
Any act of privately manufacturing, possessing, or using this potion was enough for a sentence of life imprisonment in Azkaban...
When the last trace of warmth disappeared in Professor McGonagall's throat, a suffocating, sticky silence fell over the changing room.
In the air, the rich and lewd smell hadn't dissipated, like an invisible net trapping everyone in the room firmly inside.
The unconscious Jerry and Vera on the floor, the flowing filth, and the women dragged into this quagmire.
It was a silence of extreme awkwardness, a weird calm after sharing the dirtiest secret.
But beneath this calm, undercurrents of individual thoughts surged.
Narcissa's fingertips were slightly cold. She observed everyone impassively, her brain racing, assessing the value to be exploited and the risks to be avoided behind this disaster.
Cassiopeia's face wore a faint smile. To her, the scandal itself was a wonderful play; she enjoyed the pleasure of watching prey struggle in desperation.
Isabella stood quietly behind her mother like an exquisite doll, but her obsidian eyes saw deeper and farther than anyone else.
As for Aurora, she leaned leisurely against the wall, as if truly just a passerby passing through, only the slight upturn of her lips revealing her satisfaction with this good show.
Finally, McGonagall broke the dead silence.
She straightened her messy collar, her gaze like a knife, stabbing straight at the instigator curled up on the floor.
"Amelia, care to explain?"
Amelia hugged her knees, slowly lifting her head.
Her gaze swept over these familiar faces.
Minerva, Narcissa, Cassiopeia... except for Elena and Aurora whom she didn't know well, she knew everyone else.
They were once sisters of the same Hogwarts house, comrades fighting side by side on the front lines.
Former friendship and camaraderie seemed incredibly ironic after tonight's absurd scene.
She let out a long sigh full of exhaustion and self-mockery.
At this point, concealment was meaningless. Dragging everyone down might be the only way out.
"Fudge has been pressuring me lately."
Her voice was hoarse and dry. "He wants me to help get his eldest son out of Azkaban..."
At these words, Narcissa and Cassiopeia's faces changed slightly simultaneously.
A ruthless glint flashed in Amelia's eyes as she continued, "You all know, Fudge and I have been married for years without children... Fudge used this to blackmail me. He said, as long as I help him release his Death Eater son early and arrange a 'meritorious service' charade, the son can logically re-enter the Ministry and inherit his political influence."
Amelia smiled miserably, as if telling someone else's story. "Why do you think Fudge tried so hard to whitewash the Rosier family recently? It was paving the way! First let a notorious Death Eater family regain reputation, then get his own son out. Public resistance would be much smaller. He planned everything long ago, and I am the most critical pawn in his plan!"
"Fudge's son... Little Cornelius Fudge," Narcissa's voice was light as smoke, but every word carried cold weight. "Hmph! When the Wizengamot tried him, the evidence was conclusive, yet he wasn't sentenced to the 'Kiss' like Bellatrix and the others."
"More than that!" Cassiopeia sneered, taking over the conversation. Her vertical pupils flashed with viper-like light. "To save his precious son's life, Fudge personally signed execution orders for quite a few Pure-blood families back then to show loyalty to the Ministry. Now that the storm has passed, he wants to fish out his son whose hands are stained with blood, using those families he personally sent to death as stepping stones? What a good calculation."
Her words were like sharp knives, accurately stabbing everyone's sore spot.
The atmosphere instantly shifted from sympathy for Amelia to shared hatred for Cornelius Fudge.
But McGonagall wasn't so easily fooled.
Her face was iron-green, anger in her chest almost burning away her reason.
McGonagall stepped forward, ignoring the sticky fluid not yet dried on the floor, and squatted down.
"Amelia, this isn't what we discussed!"
McGonagall's voice was suppressed like a lioness about to explode, every word squeezed through her teeth. "I agreed to help you use potent fertility potions, not this... this cursed thing!"
McGonagall's hand reached tremblingly toward the comatose Jerry, eyes full of horror and disbelief.
She didn't touch the boy's body but used two fingers to carefully pinch the now-softened "culprit" like touching a poisonous reptile.
However, the feeling in her hand made her heart tremble.
It was no longer what a boy should have.
Even after depletion, it maintained a thickness and length far beyond an adult.
The color was an unhealthy dark purple from excessive congestion. But most terrifying was what her fingers touched—beneath the slightly upturned, massive head, at the edge of the coronal ridge, a ring of tiny, dense, keratinized fleshy barbs had grown, hooked backward like shark teeth!
These barbs gleamed faintly in the dim light, feeling hard and rough, full of savage, inhuman aggression.
"Look clearly, Amelia!"
Despair mixed into McGonagall's roar. She held the mutated organ like holding evidence of a crime, forcing everyone to look. "This is permanent! The changes from Bestialization Potion are irreversible! You turned him... you turned a child into a monster!"
McGonagall's fingers turned white from force. The soft giant swayed slightly in her grip, a drop of unswallowed, milky white sticky fluid hanging from the tip, falling to the ground with a barely audible drip.
The other women's eyes were now fixed dead on McGonagall's hand, on that terrifying ring of barbs.
They thought this was just an absurd farce catalyzed by potions, that everything would return to normal afterwards.
Amelia looked at the barbs, shaking even more violently. Her lips moved, but no word came out.
"I had no choice... I really had no choice, Minerva! I tried everything, Healers, potions... I couldn't gamble anymore."
Amelia looked up, scanning everyone, a desperate madness in her eyes. "So I thought of the Bestialization Potion... I need a child!"
"So you chose him?"
Narcissa's gaze fell on the sleeping Jerry, tone complex.
Looking at the boy's childish face, then at the organ disproportionate to his age and still shocking in size even when soft, she had mixed feelings.
"He... he was the best choice I could find."
Amelia's voice lowered. "Clean, powerful, excellent bloodline... and... I originally just wanted... wanted him and me..."
The playful smile on Aurora's face deepened.
Ignoring McGonagall's stiffness and anger as she held the "evidence," Aurora walked over gracefully and squatted beside Jerry with elegance.
Aurora's action was starkly different from McGonagall's caution.
Aurora extended a slender finger painted with bright red polish, stroking and flicking back and forth on the ring of dense, hard barbs like teasing a pet.
Aurora's fingertip clearly felt the rough scratch of the keratinized barbs. This strange touch made her violet eyes shine with even more excitement.
"Minerva, you're only half right!"
Aurora's voice was soft and lazy, yet clearly heard by everyone. "It is indeed a permanent change, but the most interesting characteristic of Bestialization Potion isn't modification, but 'Selection'."
Her gaze moved from the permanently altered organ to Vera, who was still twitching nearby.
Vera was like a completely broken doll, hips high in the air, body spasming intermittently.
With every twitch, more sticky fluid with white foam sprayed out from her entrance, which could no longer close completely.
"The 'Life Protoplasm' generated by Bestialization Potion has extremely strong aggression and selectivity."
Aurora withdrew her finger, wiping it slowly with a handkerchief in her other hand. "It instinctively seeks the strongest, most potential-filled maternal body to combine with. An ordinary wizard's body is like barren land to it. But if the maternal body itself is special enough... it will pour all its life force in like madness."
She looked up, staring straight at Narcissa, lips curling into a meaningful smile. "So, Narcissa, I think everyone here is very curious. Your sister, Vera, to maintain the family's ridiculous Pure-blood glory, exactly what kind of bloodline modification surgery did she undergo back then?"
Instantly, everyone's gaze hit Narcissa like spotlights.
Narcissa's face turned even paler than Vera's.
This was the family's deepest, most guarded secret.
Narcissa clenched her hands tight, nails digging into her palms.
Looking at Aurora's all-seeing eyes and the probing, oppressive gazes around her, she knew the secret couldn't be kept today.
In the suffocating silence, Narcissa hesitated for a long time, finally spitting out a few words with difficulty in a near-whisper:
"It was a Dragon... a Red Dragon of the Five Chromatic Dragons."
This answer silenced the room terrifyingly.
"No wonder..." Cassiopeia was the first to let out a hissing laugh. "No wonder she has red hair, no wonder her temper is explosive as fire. So the blood of that thing flows in her body. Tsk tsk, a dragon's body... that's the thing that most stimulates male desire for conquest and breeding."
Realization dawned on everyone.
Red Dragons were known for power, rage, and extremely vigorous vitality and fertility.
Vera's body, in the eyes of Jerry catalyzed by the Bestialization Potion, was undoubtedly the most fertile, tempting ultimate soil worth pouring everything into.
"Now, actually... there is still a way for Amelia to get pregnant."
As Aurora's voice fell, the changing room plunged into a deeper, weirder silence than before.
The sticky air, mixed with sweat, body fluids, and perfume, seemed to become heavier, weighing on everyone's breath.
McGonagall's lips moved. The word "Absurd!" full of anger and moral condemnation was about to burst out, but was stopped by a cold look from Aurora.
"Minerva!"
Aurora's voice held no ripple, yet carried a coolness like dissecting a corpse, unquestionable. "It has already happened. Is there any point discussing right or wrong now?"
She stood up, pacing elegantly to Amelia curled on the floor, looking down at her.
"Since we can't turn back, why not make this mistake a bit more 'perfect'? Let the instigator get the result she originally wanted. That way, our 'sacrifice' won't be in vain, right?"
These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the last flame of struggle in McGonagall's heart.
Yes, there was no turning back.
They were all standing on this sinking ship named "Scandal."
Let it sink, or grab the last bit of useful thing before it went under?
The answer was self-evident.
Amelia looked up abruptly, eyes reigniting with a sick light mixed with hope and madness.
Like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, she begged hoarsely, "President... Aurora... is it true? That thing... can still be used?"
"The 'Life Protoplasm' generated by Bestialization Potion is essentially the purest life force. It's not fragile like ordinary body fluids that expire quickly after leaving the body."
A winning smile curled Aurora's lips. "As long as the temperature and environment are right, its activity is enough to maintain for a long time. And Vera's body, especially her Red Dragon bloodline, is undoubtedly the best hotbed to preserve this activity. Now, it is overflowing continuously from that hotbed. We just need to... perform a small 'transfer'."
The proposal was so crazy, so shocking, yet in this situation, it seemed so logical.
"Come, ladies."
Aurora looked around. "Don't just stand there watching. Come help. This is delicate work."
No one raised an objection.
Silent acceptance had become their only choice.
Narcissa and Cassiopeia exchanged a look and stepped forward first. One grabbed Vera's left arm, the other her right. The feeling was astonishingly heavy and hot; Vera's body temperature was frighteningly high due to the dragon blood, her skin slick with sticky sweat.
As they dragged her limp body, a larger gush of milky white slime surged from behind her, leaving an even more lewd trail on the floor.
Professor McGonagall gritted her teeth and, with the young Elena, went to lift Amelia, who was still paralyzed on the floor.
Compared to Vera, Amelia's body was cold and stiff, like a slab of meat about to freeze.
They struggled to position the two bodies.
The changing room bench was pushed aside to clear a relatively clean area, but soon, this cleanliness was polluted by the fluids flowing from Vera.
Finally, under Aurora's direction, they laid Vera face down. Her legs were forcibly spread wide by Cassiopeia and Isabella, completely exposing the red, swollen entrance that was constantly spewing white slurry to the air.
Squelch... squelch...
With every unconscious twitch of her body, a new flood surged out. The sound of fluids was exceptionally clear in the silent room.
Next, they positioned Amelia face-to-face in a similarly humiliating posture.
Amelia's body trembled violently. She closed her eyes, daring not to look at the scene before her, but the scorching heat of another woman's body and the intensely strong smell—a mix of blood and musk—assaulted her senses pervasively.
Narcissa used a cleaning charm to clear Amelia's crotch, then forced open her legs, which were clamped shut in fear and shame.
The most private parts of the two women were aligned without a gap. The constantly overflowing spring behind Vera now faced the dry entrance in front of Amelia, waiting to be irrigated.
The warm fluid flowing from Vera immediately soaked Amelia's skin, trickling slowly down her thighs.
"Alright, next is the key part."
Aurora's voice was as calm as a chief surgeon's. She signaled McGonagall and Elena to stand on either side.
"Minerva, your Transfiguration skills are the highest. I need you to use a spell to build a closed 'pipeline' between them that only allows one-way flow of liquid. Ensure everything coming out of Vera enters Amelia's body without a drop spilled."
McGonagall's face was white as paper, but she raised her wand.
The tip emitted a faint light, forming an almost invisible, air-stream-like magical barrier around the tightly joined parts of the two women.
The next second, a miracle happened.
Vera's spring, which had only been passively spewing outward, seemed to be drawn by an invisible hand.
Streams of thick, milky white flood were guided at a steady and continuous speed along the invisible magical pipeline, beginning to pour firmly deep into Amelia's body.
Gurgle... gurgle... gurgle...
A strange sound rang out, like liquid flowing through a narrow pipe.
Amelia's body snapped tight.
She could clearly feel a warm, sticky liquid that didn't belong to her filling her up.
The sensation was too bizarre, too shameful.
It felt as if she had become a container, being filled in the filthiest way possible.
Amelia's body began to resist instinctively, wanting to clench, but the magic gently yet domineeringly stretched her inner walls, forcing her to accept this "gift."
Isabella stood quietly aside. She watched the "pipeline" glowing faintly under the magic, watching the white flood flow slowly within, observing like an interesting alchemy experiment.
She even reached out, gently touching Amelia's lower abdomen with her fingertip.
"It seems... it's starting to get bigger," she said softly, but clearly enough for everyone to hear.
Everyone looked. Indeed, Amelia's originally relatively flat abdomen, with the continuous infusion of the life protoplasm, really began to bulge slightly, slightly, at a speed visible to the naked eye—extremely slow but real.
Like the evening tide quietly filling an entire bay.
This weird and long "transfer ceremony" lasted a full ten minutes.
When the last drop of squeezable essence in Vera's body was drained and poured into Amelia, Aurora finally lowered her wand in exhaustion, face pale, forehead covered in fine sweat.
McGonagall also withdrew the Transfiguration spell.
Amelia lay limp on the floor, motionless as if dead.
But her slightly bulging, incredibly full lower abdomen proclaimed that a new life might have already begun to conceive within.
"Perfect."
Aurora clapped her hands with satisfaction, breaking the suffocating silence. Her smile was like one after enjoying a wonderful opera. "Now, a 'Child of Miracles' carrying expectations is safely staying where he 'should' be. And we, dear ladies," her gaze swept over everyone present, "we are all the... 'midwives' of this miracle."
In the smooth-running magical carriage, luxurious velvet cushions absorbed most of the vibration, but the thick smell inside—a mix of sweat, body fluids, and expensive perfume that refused to dissipate—wound around everyone's nerves like invisible tentacles.
Vera's eyelids fluttered. Long eyelashes cast two small shadows in the dim light. She opened her eyes slowly.
Her vision cleared from blurriness, revealing the slightly pale, worried face of her sister Narcissa.
Vera moved her body. A strong soreness and burning tearing sensation from deep within immediately reminded her of everything she experienced before passing out.
She looked down and saw her magnificent red evening gown wrapped haphazardly around her, leaving her half-exposed. The hem was stained with large patches of dried, darkened filth—blood, and something stickier.
However, her face showed no pain, shame, or anger.
She simply chuckled. The laugh was jarring in the oppressive carriage, carrying a wild, post-coital laziness and satisfaction.
"Hehe... that brat, he's got some strength."
Her voice was husky and alluring, as if she had just savored a hearty feast.
Narcissa stiffened. Looking at her sister's expression of relishing the taste and wanting more, a sense of absurdity rose in her heart.
She leaned into Vera's ear, whispering urgently so only the two of them could hear: "Sister! That boy... Jerry Rosier... he was dosed with Bestialization Potion by Amelia!"
"I know." Vera's answer was light, but struck like thunder.
She reached out lazily, brushing away a strand of red hair stuck to her cheek with sweat. The playful smile on her face deepened. "I brewed that potion myself."
"What?!" Narcissa's eyes widened instantly, face written with disbelief. "Then why did you..."
Vera placed a finger gently on Narcissa's lips, stopping her next words.
"Amelia and I reached an agreement, but that's not important."
Vera's gaze was deep as an ancient well. She looked at her sister, enunciating every word. "What's important is, I sensed it. The ancient bloodline belonging to the Rosier family in Jerry Rosier's body... has begun to awaken."
She paused, a hunter-like excitement in her tone. "Although it's still very thin now, almost imperceptible. But as he grows, and with continuous doses of bloodline activation potions, this power will become stronger and stronger. By then, he won't be just a 'vessel' with empty potential, but a truly awakened 'King'. Wanting a child from him then won't be as simple as tonight."
Narcissa was stunned. She hadn't expected her sister's planning to be so far-reaching.
"So I deliberately revealed the secret of the Five Chromatic Dragon bloodline in my body to him."
A light mixing wisdom and madness flashed in Vera's eyes. "Under the domination of the Bestialization Potion, the brat's instinct would drive him to find the strongest, highest quality, most life-rich 'soil' to sow. And my mature Red Dragon bloodline was the irresistible ultimate temptation for him. Amelia wants a child to secure her position, and I... also want an offspring flowing with ancient Rosier blood and Red Dragon blood."
While telling this shocking secret, Vera's gaze fell on the corner of Narcissa's mouth.
There, a nearly invisible trace of not-yet-dried white fluid was glaringly obvious in the dim light.
Vera's eyes became more teasing and full of possessiveness.
She didn't wipe it with her hand. Instead, she slowly moved closer to Narcissa's face, nose tips almost touching. She inhaled deeply, like savoring fine wine, closing her eyes to feel the faint scent belonging to that boy lingering on her sister's lips.
"Your little mouth isn't very clean, my dear Cissy."
Before Narcissa could react, Vera's head tilted forward abruptly. Her soft, burning lips stamped precisely onto Narcissa's cool ones.
"Mmh...!" Narcissa's body tensed instantly.
Vera's kiss was full of aggression. Her tongue deftly and dominantly pried open her sister's teeth, driving straight in.
She didn't go deep but used her tongue tip to lick clean the traces of residue on Narcissa's lips and corners of the mouth bit by bit, rolling them into her own mouth, savoring them carefully.
The taste of the young boy, full of primal vitality, mixed with the sweetness in her sister's mouth, blossomed on her taste buds.
This kiss, full of teasing and declaration of sovereignty, sent a numbing tremor up from Narcissa's feet. When Vera reluctantly released her, a glistening, sticky silver thread stretched long between their parting lips, finally breaking slowly.
Vera licked her lips with satisfaction, face flushed, eyes watery.
"Mmh... haven't felt this good in a long time."
She stretched her body comfortably, not caring about her half-naked state, instead resting a long leg on Narcissa's lap.
Then, as if remembering something, she curled her lip again, speaking with a mix of complaint and excitement:
"But that little guy really... actually grew that kind of thing... a ring of barbs. If my body's recovery ability weren't strong enough, I might have really been torn apart alive inside by him."
In another, more spacious carriage, the atmosphere was drastically different.
There was none of the sticky, primal lustful aftertaste of the other carriage; instead, it was replaced by a cold calculation, quiet as a snake pit.
Cassiopeia leaned lazily against the soft velvet cushion. Her unique, reptile-like vertical pupils flickered with a cold, excited light in the gloom.
She reached out, gently pinching her daughter Isabella's smooth chin, forcing her to look at her. Her lips curled into a sneer full of sarcasm and disdain.
"Don't be fooled by those two stupid women, Amelia and Vera, my darling daughter."
Her voice was soft as a lover's whisper, but every word was dipped in poison. "They think they took such a big advantage? One got the 'seed' she dreamed of, the other enjoyed a long-lost indulgence. Ridiculous. Thinking they can hide it from me?"
Cassiopeia slowly rubbed Isabella's tender cheek with her thumb pad, her vertical pupils full of the wisdom and insight of a top predator.
"Bestialization Potion... the most important function of that thing was never some 100% fertility aid. Its true value lies in forcibly 'awakening' the deepest, most ancient potential in the drinker's bloodline in the most violent, direct way."
Cassiopeia's voice trembled with pleasure. "I wondered why, the first time I saw that brat named Jerry, I felt a faint deterrence from him that even made me palpitate. Now I understand... the ancient bloodline of the Rosier family in him has been activated."
Cassiopeia leaned close to her daughter, almost touching her ear, speaking in a tone full of temptation and expectation: "Although it is still very weak now, like a candle in the wind. But it has been lit. Before long, when this bloodline grows, this 'little stud' currently at anyone's mercy will become a true 'sweet pastry' that drives all Pure-blood families crazy... By then, he won't be someone else's plaything, but the King who sets the rules. Do you understand, my darling daughter?"
Isabella listened quietly to her mother's teaching. Her perfect, doll-like face showed no surprise.
She just smiled slightly—a smile pure yet evil, like a black narcissus blooming in the abyss of hell.
"Mother, of course I understand what you say." She opened her red lips, but her words made Cassiopeia's vertical pupils contract violently. "In fact... before the banquet started, in the kitchen... I already did it with him once."
The air in the carriage froze instantly.
The smile on Cassiopeia's face vanished, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.
She stared dead at her daughter, as if to see through her soul.
Cassiopeia was silent for a moment, then shook her head.
"No." Her tone was decisive. "After we get back, drink the highest concentration Contraceptive Potion immediately. Not a drop can remain."
A trace of confusion flashed across Isabella's face.
"Listen, Isabella!" Cassiopeia grabbed her daughter's shoulders, gripping so hard she almost crushed the bone. "His bloodline concentration is too low right now! Too unstable! If we can't guarantee inheriting that purest ancient bloodline 100%, then what is born will just be a worthless mongrel with mixed blood! Our family does not need waste!"
Cassiopeia's voice was filled with unquestionable resolution. "So, now is not the time."
Seeing the slight disappointment in her daughter's eyes, Cassiopeia's tone softened again.
She let go, gently pulling her daughter into her arms, stroking her smooth long hair.
"Don't rush, my silly daughter. You and he are both at Hogwarts anyway; there is plenty of time. The one near the water gets the moon first; you know this principle. Vera's approach of draining the pond to get the fish is too stupid; we want a long stream. If in the future... he can marry you directly, that would be icing on the cake for our family."
Hearing her mother fully accept Jerry and even start planning her future with him, a sweet, heartfelt smile finally bloomed on Isabella's face.
She snuggled in her mother's arms like a well-behaved kitten, but soon, as if thinking of something, she asked softly with a trace of girlish shyness and curiosity:
"But... Mother... those barbs that grew on him later... will they... hurt a lot?"
Hearing this question, Cassiopeia couldn't help rolling her eyes dramatically, as if looking at a fool asking an idiotic question.
"Hurt?" She scoffed, pinching her daughter's tender cheek. "Do you think I spent such a huge price, soaking you in various rare potions since childhood to awaken the 'Moonshadow Basilisk' bloodline in your body, just to make you a vase?"
Her voice was full of conceit and disdain. "The recovery ability of your body is not a bit worse than Jerry's half-baked ancient bloodline now. At worst, just use more lubricating potions then. If that doesn't work..."
Cassiopeia leaned into her daughter's ear, adding in a voice only the two could hear, full of malicious fun: "...at worst, drip a few drops of 'White Dew' inside you in advance..."
In another, more spacious carriage, the atmosphere was heavy enough to drip water.
Jerry's eyelids lifted lazily a crack.
In fact, he had woken up long ago.
It was just that the exhaustion of his body surged like a tide, plus he keenly sensed the complexity of the situation, so he simply kept his eyes closed and feigned sleep to hear what these usually high-and-mighty ladies were saying.
Now, he felt the feeling of being drained and prostrate had receded quite a bit, replaced by a warm feeling of slowly recovering energy.
He yawned lazily, stretching like a just-woken cat, not caring at all that his movement pulled at a certain part of his lower body that hadn't completely subsided, bringing a slight sting.
"Good evening, Professor McGonagall."
"Hello, Senior Elena, we meet again."
Jerry sat up, wearing a harmless, even slightly cheeky bright smile on his face, greeting the other two people in the carriage openly.
He could see McGonagall's face was black as the bottom of a pot. Her usually strict eyes were spitting fire, staring dead at him.
And the younger witch sitting opposite, Elena, had been secretly looking at him with a gaze mixed with fear, curiosity, and an indescribable shyness, especially lingering on the area between his legs for a long time.
When Jerry looked over, she was like a frightened rabbit, bowing her head sharply, cheeks instantly flushing red as if about to bleed.
This reaction deepened the smile on Jerry's lips.
However, his relaxed appearance, as if he had just finished an interesting party without a shred of remorse or fear, completely ignited the anger suppressed in McGonagall's heart for a long time.
"Good evening?!"
McGonagall's voice became incredibly sharp due to extreme anger.
She lunged from her seat. Her well-maintained hand, veins popping from exertion, grabbed Jerry's ear accurately and powerfully like an iron pincer, then yanked upward violently!
"Ah!! Pain pain pain pain pain!"
The unprecedented severe pain instantly collapsed Jerry's cheeky expression. He grimaced in pain, tears almost spurting out.
"You know pain?!" McGonagall trembled with rage. She roared through gritted teeth, "Mr. Rosier, do you know what you did tonight? Do you know how big a disaster your 'recklessness' could have caused?!"
Her other hand pointed tremblingly at Jerry's lower body. Due to shame and anger, she couldn't even say the word.
"Look at your own body! Look at what you've become! And now... now you still have the mood to be cheeky here?!"
McGonagall was truly about to go mad with anger.
"I..."
Jerry's face twisted into a ball from pain and shock instantly. He wanted to cry injustice, wanted to continue playing the innocent victim, but faced with the severe pain of his ear being pulled and the more domineering force suddenly grabbing his lower body, all words stuck in his throat.
"I... I really am a victim, Professor!" Jerry's tears actually flowed, half from pain, half feigned.
"It was Madam Amelia! She gave me something weird to drink. I didn't know what happened later at all... I just felt my body getting very hot, and then... then I don't remember anything!"
While wailing, he cleverly pushed all responsibility onto the instigator, trying to arouse a trace of sympathy from this strict professor.
However, his defense sounded like adding fuel to the fire to McGonagall.
Especially while he was speaking, McGonagall felt the thing she was holding seemed to be stimulated by something, actually beginning to restlessly and slowly expand and heat up again.
Jerry seemed to feel this too. He changed his tone, a just-right confusion and depression belonging to a teenager appearing on his face.
He actually ignored McGonagall's murderous gaze. In front of both of them, his other hand covered it too, fiddling with the ring of dense, hard barbs under the head of the giant object as if studying some novel toy.
"Professor... can these things... really not be removed?"
Jerry's tone carried a trace of worry, but his eyes peeked secretly at Elena opposite, who was dumbfounded. "I'm not worried about myself, I'm afraid... afraid that in case... it will make them hurt a lot in the future, what to do then?"
This sentence was like the last straw, completely crushing McGonagall's line of reason.
Shameless! Despicable! Getting an advantage and still acting innocent!
Driven by extreme anger and shame, McGonagall did something she couldn't even imagine herself doing.
"Hurt? You know they will hurt?!"
McGonagall sneered, a smile uglier than crying. Instead of letting go, she gripped even tighter.
That hand, now full of strength, began to stroke up and down on the meat root that was rapidly filling with blood, becoming scalding hard, with a rough motion devoid of any sexual color.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The sound of flesh rubbing was exceptionally harsh in the quiet carriage.
McGonagall's palm could clearly feel the thing expanding and growing at an astonishing speed in her palm. Those fine barbs scraped her palm, sending waves of rough and stinging sensation.
Elena sucked in a cold breath, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, but her eyes stared unblinkingly at this scene that overturned her world view.
Her most respected mentor, Hogwarts' strictest and most respected Deputy Headmistress, was currently acting like a lunatic, doing this kind of thing for a boy...!
McGonagall seemed to think it wasn't enough. Holding the fully erect, terrifyingly sized giant, she used all her strength to twist it viciously several times, as if to snap it from the root.
"This is simple!"
She looked at the meat root becoming more hideous in her hand, its volume even larger than when it was inside Vera earlier. A smile as cold as ice appeared on her face as she enunciated word by word:
"After we get back, I'll use a spell to cut this trouble-making thing off completely! That ends all troubles, and saves them from coming one by one to hit on you!"
"Are you willing to do that?"
"Professor!"
"I... of course I..."
McGonagall wanted to say "Of course I am willing."
However, looking at the creation in her hand—which became more spirited due to her rough treatment, veins popping on the surface, size terrifying, full of primal vitality and conquering sense—the word "willing" seemed to be seared by a branding iron in her throat, impossible to say.
Deep in McGonagall's heart, a voice she herself feared was screaming "No"!
Finally, squeezed out from McGonagall's clenched teeth, was a roar almost inaudible, full of shame and self-loathing:
"I... am... not... willing!"
These four words seemed to drain all her strength and dignity.
The moment she admitted it, to vent this displaced frantic emotion, McGonagall's left hand holding the root tightened abruptly, while her right hand curled its index finger and flicked the head, swollen purple from congestion, with all her might!
Thwack!
The crisp sound echoed in the carriage.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Jerry let out a scream a hundred times more miserable than when his ear was pulled.
The flicked spot throbbed violently. A sharp yet numbing pain spread through his whole body instantly, making him jerk back violently, nearly hitting the carriage wall.