When Jerry returned to the secret factory in Hogsmeade, which had already been placed under countless Confundus Charms and Repelling Spells, the elegant and calm smile of a victor had completely vanished from his face.
This was his true sanctuary, a kingdom built of gears, alchemical matrices, and cold steel.
The air was filled with the smell of engine oil, coolant, and the burnt scent of cutting metal.
Giant mechanical arms hovered in mid-air like sleeping beasts, while on the ground, grooves inscribed with complex runes shimmered, waiting to be activated.
Click!
Jerry, expressionless, picked up a precise, multi-faceted crystal core and snapped it perfectly into a complex mechanical arm joint that resembled a steel skeleton.
Jerry's movements were steady and precise, without the slightest hesitation, as if he were not an eleven-year-old boy, but a top alchemical technician who had worked in this position for decades.
The crystal core was seated properly, and dozens of micro-latches at the joint automatically locked, emitting a crisp, pleasing mechanical sound.
This was the latest model of the crystal golem being assembled.
However, Jerry's expression grew increasingly ugly.
While guiding a few slender threads of magic with his wand to calibrate the energy circuits inside the crystal core, Jerry replayed everything that had happened today in his mind like the coldest chess player.
Too arrogant...
Jerry had to admit that lately, he really had been too arrogant.
All these victories had come too easily, too smoothly.
Victory was like the sweetest poison, making Jerry unknowingly harbor the illusion that he could control everything.
Jerry had started to enjoy the pleasure of trampling so-called strong people underfoot and admiring their fear and despair.
He had even begun to indulge in this cat-and-mouse game.
Until today, when Dumbledore gave him a resounding slap in the face in a nearly humiliating manner.
"A warning..."
The corner of Jerry's mouth hooked into a cold, self-mocking arc.
What an exquisite "warning."
Dumbledore didn't even show his face.
He just gently plucked a few strings from behind the scenes. He easily used Selena's hatred, the bureaucracy of the Ministry of Magic, and the leaked transaction between Jerry and May-Ting Kim to tailor-make a stage for him.
Dumbledore didn't care about Selena's life or death, nor did he care if Mina would be corrupted.
In his eyes, those people, like Jerry, were just chess pieces.
Using a few insignificant pawns, he easily probed all of Jerry's trump cards, saw through all his methods, and even incidentally sowed discord between him and McGonagall, completely excluding McGonagall from his core circle.
Crack!
A harsh sound of metal breaking rang out.
A micro-wrench in Jerry's hand was snapped in two by his unconscious force. He glanced at the broken tool in his hand, then tossed it into the scrap bin nearby.
The core problem was laid bare before him.
He had no one in the Ministry of Magic.
Secrets could destroy many people.
But destruction did not equal control.
That was a nuclear weapon; once detonated, the entire chessboard would be overturned, and he himself would not be spared.
What Jerry needed was a scalpel that could precisely excise tumors, someone who could speak for him within the Ministry when needed, execute his will, and even... stab Dumbledore in the back at a critical moment.
What Jerry had now—whether it was the lover relationship with Professor McGonagall, Snape's complex emotions due to "Lily," or the submission of Selena and Mina based on fear of exposure—was too fragile and too passive.
As if sensing Jerry's thoughts.
A voice rang in Jerry's ear.
[Main Quest Activated]
[Quest Name: The New Leader of the Order of the Phoenix]
[Quest Background: The guardian of the old era has rotted; his existence has become the greatest obstacle to the dawn of the new era.
Albus Dumbledore, this once great white wizard, is now nothing more than an old man indulging in past glory, stagnant, maintaining his crumbling power with hypocritical "righteousness."
His chessboard no longer allows any uncontrolled pieces.
And facts have proven that his existence has a fundamental, irreconcilable conflict with yours.]
[Quest Objective: Expel or completely kill Albus Dumbledore.]
[Completion Conditions (Satisfy one):]
[1. Expulsion: Through a series of political or public opinion maneuvers, ruin Albus Dumbledore's reputation, strip him of all positions at Hogwarts, the Wizengamot, and the International Confederation of Wizards, and permanently expel him from the British wizarding world.]
[2. Killing: Through any means, directly or indirectly, cause the physiological death of Albus Dumbledore.]
[Quest Rewards:]
[1. Family Prestige: +5000 points.
(Prestige will significantly increase your hidden influence and voice in the British wizarding world, especially among pure-blood families, automatically unlocking multiple hidden noble social circles and cooperation channels.)]
[2. Magic Item: 'Spindle of Fate' (One-time use).
(Effect: At any critical juncture in the future, you can pluck the strings of fate once, forcibly changing the direction of an event, turning an originally low-probability "accidental" event into a 100% "inevitable" event. Note: This item cannot violate basic physical and magical laws, e.g., it cannot bring the dead back to life directly or make the sun rise from the west.)]
[Quest Failure Penalty: Death.]
[Penalty Description: If the quest fails, the system will retract all permissions and abilities granted to you.
Your existence will be completely erased from the timeline; no one will remember your existence.
Your soul will be annihilated; there will be no form of reincarnation or afterlife.]
A smile appeared on Jerry's lips.
He had a new idea.
The next day, as Hogwarts awoke from dawn, an unprecedented uproar swept through every corner of the castle like a tsunami.
From the cold dungeons of Slytherin to the warm tower of Gryffindor, from the wise study of Ravenclaw to the simple common room of Hufflepuff—in the most conspicuous positions on all house notice boards, a piece of parchment reinforced with magic and emitting a faint silver glow occupied the space.
It was a recruitment notice.
The handwriting was elegant and sharp, the wording formal and filled with unquestionable authority.
[Rosier Alchemy Workshop]
[Recruitment Plan for the First Batch of "Crystal Golem Manufacturing and Maintenance" Apprentices]
[Project Introduction: Crystal Golems, as the pinnacle creation combining ancient alchemy and modern charms, represent a revolutionary force in future warfare and defense systems. This workshop aims to cultivate a new generation of golem technicians to popularize and innovate this cutting-edge technology.]
[Recruitment Target: All current students of Hogwarts, regardless of house, year, or bloodline.]
[Apprentice Benefits:]
[1. Free provision of all theoretical teaching and practical materials.]
[2. Weekly apprentice allowance of 5 Galleons.]
[3. Outstanding performers may receive a formal employment contract from "Rosier Workshop" and have the opportunity to access higher-level core alchemy technologies.]
[4. All apprentices will receive the direct protection of the Rosier family.]
[Application Method: Gather at the entrance of the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor this Friday evening with a copy of this notice.]
[Initiator: Jerry Rosier]
Contrary to the expected violent backlash from the pure-blood class due to the leakage of core technology, the Slytherin common room was currently filled with a near-fanatical excitement full of ambition.
"Genius!
He really is a genius!"
Draco Malfoy's face flushed with excitement; he was no longer the little young master who only shouted empty words, but looked like an ambitious man who had glimpsed the secrets of the hall of power for the first time. He slapped Crabbe's shoulder hard and shouted to all the Slytherins pricking up their ears around him: "What are you idiots still worried about?
Leakage?
Is this called leakage?
This is called expansion!
This is called building our own kingdom!"
Draco puffed out his chest, mimicking his father, pacing and instilling the cold logic from Malfoy Manor into those around him.
"Do you think those Mudbloods and paupers can really learn the core technology?
Don't be silly!
Rosier is giving them five Galleons a week to buy their loyalty and labor!
They will be like house-elves, willing to turn screws, polish crystals, and do the most boring, dangerous, dirty work!
And us?"
Malfoy's gaze swept over all the pure-blood noble children present: "We possess hundreds of years of immersion in alchemy, possess the resources and guidance provided by our families!"
Malfoy curled his lips contemptuously, "Those Mudbloods, at most, are just a bunch of allowance-taking, replaceable... cannon fodder."
These words were like a key, instantly opening the door named "class" in the hearts of all Slytherins.
The last trace of doubt on their faces vanished, replaced by greedy, excited light.
However, on the other side of the castle, in the Gryffindor common room, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the sea before a storm.
"I don't believe it!"
Ron Weasley's face was pale as he clutched the notice tightly, his voice full of doubt, "A Rosier... the son of a Death Eater!
Would he be so kind?
Five Galleons a week, and teaching us this... this magic that sounds terrifyingly powerful for free?
My dad said that pies falling from the sky are either filled with rocks or poison!"
"Ron, calm down!"
Hermione Granger couldn't help but interrupt him. She slammed a thick copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5 onto the table, attracting everyone's attention.
Hermione's face, usually full of logical brilliance, now carried a trace of disapproving urgency.
"You're overreacting!
We can't assume all of a person's actions are evil just because of their background.
That's unfair and illogical!"
Hermione spoke quickly, as if reciting a complex spell theory, "We have to start from the facts.
From another perspective, Ron, isn't what he's doing now openly defying those pure-blood supremacy traditions?
He's opening a core technology to everyone; the ones who should be angry first are pure-blood families like the Malfoys!"
Hermione adjusted her glasses, trying to make her friends see the other side of things: "Besides, whether we like him or not, he did make contributions on the frontline; even the Ministry of Magic admitted this, and it was in the papers.
I'm not saying he's a good person; I just think things might be much more complicated than 'a Death Eater's conspiracy.'"
"Complicated?
Hermione, you just read too many books!" Ron's face turned red with agitation. He waved his arms as if Hermione's words were an insult to his values: "You don't understand at all! His last name is Rosier!
His father was a Death Eater, his hands stained with the blood of innocents!
My dad said that children from that kind of family have poison in their bones!"
His voice grew louder, filled with deep-seated hatred and prejudice derived from his family.
"Once a Death Eater's child, always a Death Eater's child!"
Ron was almost roaring, causing the entire common room to fall silent, everyone looking their way, "Everything he does is just for their dirty family!
Just watch, when he tricks people like us... people like us into his factory, he'll have ten thousand ways to torture us; he'll treat us like lab rats for his magic experiments!
Those five Galleons are money to buy our lives!"
Harry had remained silent, just listening quietly.
Harry didn't fully agree with Ron's prejudice of judging everything solely by background, because it reminded him of Draco Malfoy's attitude toward Hermione and Ron.
However, the cold intuition from the scar deep in Harry's heart was loudly and clearly telling him.
This time, although Ron used the wrong reasons, his conclusion was probably correct.
On Friday night, the corridor on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, where the tapestry of "Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls ballet" hung, was as crowded as Diagon Alley on its busiest weekend.
Facts proved that the rational analysis and fearful speculation in the Gryffindor common room were so pale and powerless in the face of reality.
The temptation of the "huge sum" of five Galleons a week was simply too great.
For a Weasley child, this money might be more than several years of his pocket money combined.
For an ordinary Muggle family, this was enough for the whole family to rent a decent apartment in a wealthy area of London.
For those students stuck in poverty with no future in sight, this wasn't just money; it was a gleaming ticket to a completely different life.
Moreover, there was the even more dignified reason of learning "a craft."
So, the crowd that came exceeded everyone's imagination.
The corridor was packed with students from all houses. First and second-year freshmen stood on tiptoe, watching everything with curious and awed eyes.
And among the crowd, there were even more third, fourth, fifth years, and even senior students preparing for their O.W.L.s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels).
For them, the pressure of the future was real.
Even an ordinary clerk position in the Ministry of Magic was fiercely competitive. If they could master a technology that sounded as profound as "Crystal Golem Manufacturing," it would undoubtedly become the most dazzling item on their future resumes.
Fear?
Trap?
In the face of the huge temptation to change their destiny, these vague worries didn't seem so unacceptable.
The door to the Room of Requirement was already open. Inside was no longer the cozy D.A. training room hung with hammocks, but had been transformed into a spacious, bright temporary testing ground filled with the cold texture of metal and crystal.
"Line up!
One by one!
Don't push!"
Malfoy roared at the crowd, looking not like a student but a foreman wielding great power.
This scene gave many students present who had participated in the underground gambling at the Hog's Head Inn a strange sense of déjà vu.
The same person, the same atmosphere of a gathering storm; only last time it was for money, and this time, it was for the future.
"Malfoy, there are too many people; I can't handle it alone.
I'll teach you a few simple methods to test if they have the basic talent to become apprentices."
Jerry picked up a crystal stone, "First, ask the applicant to slowly inject magic into it.
If the crystal stone can be evenly lit to the brightness of a candle within three seconds, they pass.
This tests the precision of magic control."
He picked up a monocle that looked like a magnifying glass next to him, "Second, wear this 'Structural Observation Lens' to look at the internal structure of the crystal stone.
If they can accurately state the direction of the three most obvious veins inside within ten seconds, they pass. This tests the perception of microscopic structures."
"And the third..." Jerry's voice was pressed very low, almost audible only to Malfoy, "If the first two don't work, let them put their hand on the crystal without doing anything.
As long as the temperature of the crystal stone changes even the slightest bit due to their touch, they pass."
Malfoy was stunned, "Wh... why is that?"
"Because it means their constitution is 'docile' enough to be a screw-turning... consumable." The corner of Jerry's mouth hooked into a cold arc that only Malfoy could understand.
Malfoy instantly understood, a cruel and excited smile appearing on his face.
Malfoy nodded and immediately put on the impressive monocle, turned, and walked toward the long line, beginning to screen those students with eyes full of longing using the methods Jerry taught him, like a true examiner.
Just then, a small commotion arose in the crowd.
Two figures walked over from the side rear of the crowd. They didn't squeeze like the others; instead, the surrounding students actively made way for them.
Cho Chang nervously tugged at her boyfriend's sleeve, then summoned her courage and walked up to Jerry.
"Junior... Junior Rosier!"
She bowed slightly and asked in a polite tone tinged with uncertainty, "We... we are also here to sign up.
We are exchange students; I don't know... if we qualify?"
Jerry's gaze passed over the beautiful Cho Chang and landed on the tall, handsome Asian wizard behind her who had been watching him calmly from start to finish.
He could read something in that man's eyes that was completely different from the greed, fear, or longing in the eyes of those around him.
The corner of Jerry's mouth slowly curled into a meaningful smile.
"Of course you qualify!"
Jerry said in a flat yet authoritative tone inconsistent with his age, "Hogwarts welcomes all wizards who love knowledge, no matter where they come from.
However, as exchange students, your magic system is slightly different from ours. I need to personally conduct a... more detailed test for you."
Jerry turned his head and nodded slightly to the tall Asian wizard, his tone unquestionable: "You, wait here for a moment."
Then, he stopped looking at the man and simply made a "please" gesture to Cho Chang, turning and walking toward a deeper corner of the Room of Requirement.
It was partitioned by rows of tall, dusty old bookshelves, forming a relatively private small cubicle.
Cho Chang's heart skipped a beat. She looked back at her boyfriend, who simply returned a "go ahead, don't worry" look.
Cho Chang bit her lip, a flash of imperceptible excitement and determination in her eyes, and quickly followed Jerry's steps.
Once inside the small cubicle surrounded by bookshelves, the noisy sounds from outside were instantly cut off by half, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous and quiet.
Jerry didn't speak but picked up a crystal cut into a standard diamond shape from a nearby shelf and handed it to her.
"Junior Rosier!"
Cho Chang didn't take it immediately. Her voice was pressed very low, carrying a trace of deliberately created girlish shyness and nervousness, "You're amazing... controlling such a big scene all by yourself.
I... I'm a little nervous, afraid I won't perform well."
Cho Chang leaned forward slightly, and a sweet scent mixed with a girl's body fragrance and some expensive toilet water drifted faintly into Jerry's nose.
When she reached out to take the crystal, those slender fingers, well-maintained and painted with pale pink nail polish, seemed to "inadvertently" brush their pads lightly across Jerry's palm.
The touch was soft, warm, and carried a trace of imperceptible dampness.
Jerry showed no expression on his face. He simply let her take the crystal, then said in a businesslike tone: "Focus your magic and inject it."
"Mmh..." Cho Chang obediently closed her eyes and began to try.
But her pretty eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes somewhat discouragedly; only the center of the crystal stone emitted a weak light.
"I'm sorry... I... I can't concentrate when I look at you."
Cho Chang lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes trembling like startled butterflies. That pitiful look was enough to arouse a strong desire to protect in any normal boy with raging hormones.
"You... you really are too charming, Junior Rosier.
I've never seen a wizard as... as powerful as you." Cho Chang's voice carried a trace of almost unconcealed, blatant adoration and suggestion, "Ten thousand times better than those fools who only have an empty frame and nothing in their brains."
Who the "fool" in Cho Chang's mouth referred to was self-evident.
As she spoke, she took a small step forward. Her full, girlish breasts, rising and falling slightly due to nervousness, almost touched Jerry.
She looked up; those big watery eyes were now covered by a layer of thick, inseparable mist filled with ambition and desire.
Cho Chang casually placed the cold crystal stone on a bookshelf nearby, then directly held Jerry's hand with her slightly trembling, soft hands.
"Junior!"
Cho Chang's voice became soft and sticky, like the sweetest honey, "I don't want to be just an ordinary apprentice... I want... I want to be the most useful person to you.
As long as you give me this chance, I... am willing to do anything for you."
The moment her voice fell, her soft body wrapped directly around him like a boneless vine.
Cho Chang bent down, and those two warm lips actively and urgently kissed Jerry's lips.
Jerry didn't dodge.
Just as those fragrant, soft lips were about to touch him, he suddenly reached out, grabbed Cho Chang's slender, gracefully curved neck, and pushed hard backward!
With a thud, Cho Chang's back slammed heavily against the cold, hard bookshelf, emitting a short cry of pain.
Jerry approached slowly. That exquisite boyish face now wore a cold smile like a predator.
"You're smart!" His voice was hoarse and full of oppression, "Knowing who the person is that can decide your future."
One of Jerry's hands still choked her neck, not using force, but that absolute sense of control made Cho Chang's body go weak in waves.
And his other hand unceremoniously reached directly in along the hem of Cho Chang's blue Ravenclaw robe.
Through a thin shirt, he accurately grasped her full, elastic breast bound by a corset, and then kneaded it forcefully and without gentleness.
"Ah... mmh..."
A moan mixed with pain and pleasure escaped Cho Chang's throat.
Her body was trembling violently, and those beautiful legs unconsciously began to go soft and close together, rubbing against each other.
"However, to get what you want, just talking is far from enough."
Jerry buried his face in the hollow of her neck, taking a deep breath of that sweet scent, then gently bit Cho Chang's sensitive earlobe with his teeth.
Feeling the woman beneath him tremble even more violently because of his words and action, a rich, unique scent belonging to an aroused woman wafted from between her legs.
Jerry's movements became rougher.
He didn't even take off her robe, just lifted her skirt, and then rudely tore open the thin panties symbolizing the last line of defense.
Almost simultaneously, Jerry deftly lowered his own trousers.
The massive meat-root, utterly inconsistent with Jerry's age and swollen to a hideous size from full engorgement, sprang out with a burst of astonishing heat, slapping heavily against Cho Chang's tense lower abdomen.
"Eek!"
Cho Chang looked down and instantly gasped.
In her beautiful eyes, the fear completely faded, replaced by undisguised, naked greed and ecstasy!
She knew she had bet correctly!
Jerry gave her no more time to admire.
He spun Cho Chang around, making her support herself with both hands on the cold bookshelf. Her full, perky buttocks were then thrust high into the air at an extremely shameful and defenseless angle.
From this angle, Jerry could clearly see the two clean, wet labia fluttering slightly, the deep crevice in the center already a muddy mess.
But Cho Chang's body suddenly trembled.
As if remembering something, the hand supporting her on the bookshelf retracted like lightning, reaching into the pocket of her robe.
"W-wait, Junior..." Cho Chang's voice carried an extremely unnatural, forced calm, as if she were trying to grasp the last shred of control in this spiraling transaction.
She quickly pulled out a small foil-wrapped square, tore it open with trembling fingers, and revealed the rolled-up latex condom inside.
Cho Chang turned her head, forcing a fawning smile that looked incredibly stiff due to her nervousness. Her other hand blocked her buttocks, stopping Jerry's advance: "Use... use this..."
Jerry's movement stopped.
Just as Cho Chang's skin crawled under his gaze and she was about to retract her foolish move, Jerry acted.
Moving like lightning, he grabbed a handful of her smooth black hair and yanked backward violently!
"Ah!"
The sharp pain from her scalp made Cho Chang let out a short scream, her entire body dragged backward uncontrollably by the immense force.
She was forced to let go of the bookshelf, stumbling as she turned around.
Jerry gave her no chance to steady herself, pressing her down firmly!
With a thud, the witch, who was significantly taller than Jerry, knelt heavily on the cold stone floor without dignity.
Due to inertia, her upper body lunged forward; her hands instinctively pressed onto Jerry's thighs to barely stabilize herself.
This posture brought her beautiful face, eyes wide with terror, directly in line with Jerry's lower abdomen—and the terrifyingly huge, hideous meat-root that looked even more violent after being interrupted.
"Want me inside?" Jerry's voice came from above her, cold and devoid of any emotion. "Then use your mouth to get it wet first."
Cho Chang was completely stunned.
Staring at the giant object inches from her face, thicker than her wrist and radiating astonishing heat and a strong male musk, her mind went blank.
Seeing no reaction from her, Jerry lost his patience.
The hand gripping Cho Chang's hair tightened, forcing her head ruthlessly toward his crotch!
"Mmph!"
Cho Chang's lips crashed clumsily against the iron-hard giant.
She felt like her mouth was a balloon about to burst.
The thing was too big; just the head filled her oral cavity to the brim, even pushing deep into her throat, triggering a violent physiological gag reflex.
"Woo... urgh... gulp..."
Lewd sounds of saliva mixing with air rang out jarringly in the deathly silent cubicle.
Finally, after the giant object was thoroughly lubricated by her saliva, Jerry ran out of patience.
He hauled her up from the floor and, like tossing a ragdoll, pressed her back onto the cold bookshelf, forcing her into that extremely shameful, high-assed posture once more.
"I never use those things."
Jerry stated in a cold, matter-of-fact tone.
Then, he gripped his hideous giant, now slippery from being "lubricated" by Cho Chang's mouth.
Squelch!
A sticky, loud sound of wetness rang clearly in the silent cubicle.
"Woo-aaah!"
Cho Chang's body lurched forward, her forehead slamming heavily against the bookshelf, emitting a pained groan.
But this pain was soon replaced by a more intense sensation—an ultimate fullness that felt as if it would tear her body apart and fill her completely!
Cho Chang's hands clawed desperately at the bookshelf in front of her, knuckles white from the force, her throat emitting a series of broken, kitten-like whimpers.
Slap!
The sounds of impact echoed clearly at the connection of their bodies. Every withdrawal of the massive shape brought out large amounts of crystal-clear, sticky fluid, which was then pushed back in with the next ruthless thrust.
Sticky water sounds were incessant, mixing with Cho Chang's unsuppressable moans bordering on sobs, echoing in the cramped space.
And just outside this chaotic noise, a dozen meters away in the corridor, her tall, handsome boyfriend was still waiting quietly and patiently for his girlfriend to return from her "test."
This stark contrast ignited waves of guilty pleasure within Cho Chang, almost making her spasm.
"Jerry... Junior... you're so amazing..."
Cho Chang babbled incoherently amidst the wild pounding, using her sweetest voice to please the boy behind her who brought her ultimate pain and joy. "I... I'm yours... please... harder... ah!"
"Is that so?"
Jerry chuckled lowly in her ear, a laugh both cold and cruel.
In the moment of a fierce thrust reaching deep inside, nearly piercing her through, Cho Chang's body spasmed violently. A scorching tide gushed out, making their tightly joined parts even muddier.
Right after that ultimate depth, Jerry let out a low roar. The tip of his massive form underwent a terrifying, bizarre change.
Below the head, a ring of dense, semi-transparent structures like shark teeth unfolded slowly like petals.
Cho Chang curled up like a dying shrimp!
She let out a shrill scream that didn't sound human, immediately muffling it back into her mouth, turning it into a desperate whimper.
She felt as if she were being scraped alive by a spiked iron ball.
Those structures weren't sharp, but their presence was overwhelming.
"Woo woo... no... please... don't... pull it out..."
Cho Chang was completely incoherent, her body twitching like a fish thrown on shore.
Her consciousness flipped back and forth between extreme pain and pleasure, nearing collapse.
Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Jerry let out a low, satisfied hiss. Surges of scalding, thick body fluid filled with life energy poured unreservedly like a bursting dam into her spasming depths.
Jerry slowly withdrew the somewhat softened giant.
Cho Chang's legs went weak, nearly collapsing, but Jerry caught her.
"Clean up down there!"
Jerry enjoyed her service expressionlessly.
His hand rested gently on Cho Chang's head, like petting a newly tamed pet.
Just then, a clear argument full of gunpowder reached them from the corridor outside the cubicle.
"Weasley!
What are you doing here?"
It was Draco Malfoy's sharp, mocking voice. "What, does your poverty-stricken pocket want to learn something too?
Sorry, anyone can come here to learn, except you.
Scram back to your rat hole!
This isn't a place for someone like you!"
"Malfoy!
You bastard!
Who do you think you are?"
Ron's signature enraged roar followed immediately. "I'm warning you, stay away from Harry and Hermione!
You dirty Death Eater lackeys, what disgusting scheme are you planning now!"
"Scheme?
Heh, truly pathetic, stupid Weasley."
Malfoy's laughter was full of superiority. "We are different from you.
Everyone here wants to add a chance to their future, to learn more skills.
You are just an eyesore of a fly buzzing around the scent!
Get lost, or don't blame me for being impolite!"
Malfoy's voice carried a trace of unquestionable authority; clearly, he had thoroughly immersed himself in the role of "Workshop Manager."
"You..."
Ron was speechless with anger, but he immediately turned his spearhead to someone else. "Hermione!
Did you hear that?
It's a trap! You can't go in!
Come back with me!"
However, the response was Hermione Granger's calm, almost cold voice.
"Ron, I never asked you to follow me.
Please stop making a scene here; it's embarrassing."
"Embarrassing? I..."
"Crabbe! Goyle! Drag him out for me!"
Malfoy interrupted Ron impatiently.
With two dull thuds of colliding muscle and Ron's angry curses fading away, the corridor returned to temporary silence.
Immediately after, a series of crisp, unhurried footsteps approached the cubicle from the distance.
Hearing these clear footsteps, Cho Chang, who was diligently serving Jerry with her mouth, stiffened violently!
Intense fear made her mind go blank instantly!
She subconsciously tried to lift her head, and her mouth movements became chaotic due to excessive tension. Her row of neat teeth accidentally knocked hard against Jerry's still-sensitive meat-root!
"Hiss..." Jerry sucked in a breath of cold air, his brow furrowing instantly. A flash of obvious displeasure crossed his eyes, and his hand gripping Cho Chang's hair tightened instinctively.
In that very instant, Hermione Granger's head, topped with bushy brown curls, peered through the gap in the tall bookshelf next to them.
Her gaze locked immediately and precisely onto this lewd scene—Cho Chang on her knees, disheveled, and the hideous giant covered in sticky fluid, still shockingly large even in a semi-soft state, being held in her mouth.
Time seemed to freeze in this moment.
Blood drained from Cho Chang's face; her beautiful eyes were filled with the ultimate terror and shame of being caught in the act.
However, to her surprise, there was no shock or disgust on Hermione's face.
On the contrary, upon seeing everything clearly—especially the mixture of Cho Chang's saliva and Jerry's thick white fluid hanging on his giant member—Hermione's eyes instantly erupted with a scorching, greedy light, like a starving beast spotting top-tier prey!
She even unconsciously used the tip of her small tongue to slowly and erotically lick her somewhat dry lips.
"It seems... I came at just the right time."
Hermione's voice carried an imperceptible rasp born of excitement. She didn't say another word, walking directly around the bookshelf and entering.
Her brown eyes, usually shining with wisdom, were now locked dead on Jerry's crotch, as if it were a peerless treasure.
Hermione walked to Cho Chang's side, looking down at the stunned, beautiful Asian senior with eyes full of disdain and contempt, as if looking at a clumsy apprentice with terrible professional skills.
Then, Hermione reached out and, with a crisp movement, shoved Cho Chang away from Jerry's crotch!
"You're in the way."
Four words—calm, objective, yet carrying an unquestionable authority.
Cho Chang stumbled from the push, falling awkwardly to the floor.
She was completely bewildered, unable to comprehend the surreal scene before her.
Hermione didn't spare her another glance.
Like Cho Chang earlier, she knelt neatly, even with a hint of piety, before Jerry.
But unlike Cho Chang's coercion and nervousness, Hermione's every movement was filled with composure and a rigor and focus bordering on "academic research."
Hermione didn't immediately take the giant object into her mouth. Instead, she extended a finger, carefully scraping off the residual thick fluid belonging to Jerry that had begun to solidify. Then, cherishing it like tasting the finest caviar, she put it into her mouth, closed her eyes, and savored it meticulously.
That expression of enjoyment and intoxication left Cho Chang dumbfounded.
"Quality... extremely high."
Hermione opened her eyes, delivering a precise evaluation of her tasting, like a Potions Master.
Hermione's hand was small, unable to even fully encircle the terrifying meat-root.
But her movements were unexpectedly skilled and full of technique.
She didn't just jerk it up and down clumsily like Cho Chang but pressed and kneaded rapidly with a special frequency carrying weak magical vibrations.
Jerry's body jerked violently, a suppressed growl escaping his throat, hovering between pain and pleasure.
This stimulation was far more intense and fatal than any simple piston motion!
Squelch... squelch...
Accompanied by the lewd water sounds of the residual mixed saliva and fluid being worked up and down, Hermione looked up. Her brown eyes, usually shining with thirst for knowledge, were now scary bright.
While maintaining the high-speed, precise movement of her hand, she asked in a tone that seemed calm but was actually filled with unquestionable confidence:
"So... Mr. Rosier, based on my 'professional ability,' do I... qualify to be officially admitted to the workshop?"
Hermione paused, her hand movements not stopping but becoming faster, stimulating those sensitive spots that even Jerry found hard to endure with greater precision.
"Also, my previous invitation... regarding the Christmas family gathering, remains valid."
Cho Chang, on the side, was completely stupefied.
Curled in the corner like a primitive human seeing fire for the first time, her face was written with incomprehensible shock.
She finally understood where the gap between herself and Hermione Granger lay.
Cho Chang only saw the "power" Jerry possessed and tried to exchange her most primal, shallowest "capital" for it.
Hermione, however, saw the essence of "power."
Jerry took a deep breath. In his always abyss-like cold black eyes, for the first time, an emotion bordering on "appreciation" for the girl before him emerged.
He could feel his internal magic being constantly drawn and stimulated by her special massage technique. Waves of scorching desire, threatening to burn everything to ash, were gathering madly in his lower abdomen.
Without any hesitation, Jerry said in a decisive tone, like announcing a result:
"You're hired!"
Jerry looked deeply at Hermione again, a genuine smile full of anticipation slowly curling on his cold face.
"Also, tell your parents I will arrive on time for Christmas."
Having received all the answers she wanted, the smile on Hermione's face became even brighter and... more dangerous.
She lowered her head!
Hermione's oral cavity was warm and moist.
Hermione's small tongue was as flexible as a water snake.
Hermione's cheeks actively contracted inward, bringing an ultimate pleasure far tighter and more soul-consuming than any passage.
Most terrifyingly.
Hermione seemed to know the structure of Jerry's giant member like the back of her hand.
Every swallow and spit precisely avoided the most sensitive tip, instead using her teeth to nibble teasingly at the groove below, sending waves of intense stimulation straight to his brain like electric currents.
Squelch... squelch... hiss...
Sticky water sounds were incessant, mixed with the sharp intakes of breath Jerry couldn't control.
One of Jerry's hands had unknowingly pressed onto Hermione's bushy brown hair.
This boy who always controlled everything.
For the first time, in the face of pure physical pleasure, showed signs of losing control.
For the first time, in Hermione's small yet seemingly bottomless mouth, he felt the pressure of "meeting a worthy opponent."
Hermione seemed to sense Jerry's change as well.
Finally, in a moment of deep-throating to the limit, as if swallowing his soul along with it, Jerry's body spasmed violently!
He could endure no longer. The accumulated thick fluid, more massive and scalding than ever before, erupted like a volcano. With devastating force, he wildly and unreservedly sprayed it all into the depths of Hermione's sucking throat!
"Mmph!
Gulp!
Gulp!"
Hermione's eyes widened instantly. She swallowed desperately in big gulps, but the volume of fluid was simply too great, too much for her to swallow in time.
Soon, it overflowed from the corners of her mouth, unable to hold any more, dripping down her chin onto her grey Gryffindor sweater.
Yet even so, Hermione didn't spit out a single bit.
Like a squirrel hoarding food, cheeks puffed, she tried hard to swallow all the "treasure" in her mouth.
However, Hermione discovered with disappointment that she still couldn't hold it all.
But immediately, Hermione made a move that surprised both Cho Chang and Jerry.
She quickly pulled a finger-sized, crystal-clear transparent vial from the inner pocket of her robe.
She deftly uncorked it, then aimed the bottle mouth at the corner of her lips, carefully catching every drop, unwilling to waste any.
Hermione corked the bottle, storing the vial now one-third full of cloudy liquid back into her pocket as if it were the most precious potion.
Only then did she raise her head. That face, usually so serious, was now radiating a flush of ultimate satisfaction and happiness after a gluttonous feast.
"Thank you very much... for your gift, Mr. Rosier."
Hermione said in a tone bordering on an aria, fully satisfied.
Late that night, when everyone had fallen asleep, a dim light still burned in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.
Hermione Granger sat by her bed. In front of her was a thick-cut steak, stolen from the kitchen, still steaming and cooked to perfection.
Hermione didn't enjoy the dinner immediately.
First, she carefully took out the crystal vial containing the cloudy liquid again.
Hermione opened the cork and poured the liquid inside evenly and meticulously over the tender, juicy steak, like the finest black pepper sauce.
That strong, unique musky scent, a mix of her saliva and Jerry's body fluid, instantly permeated the air.
Hermione took a deep breath of this scent, a look of intoxication bordering on madness appearing on her face.
Then, she picked up her knife and fork, elegant as if attending a supreme banquet, cut a small piece of pink beef covered in that white "sauce," and slowly put it into her mouth.
The moment the beef melted in her mouth, the moment the taste she called "highest-grade life energy" exploded on her taste buds.
Hermione's body jerked violently, spasming as if electrocuted!
The knife and fork in her hands fell to the floor with a clatter. She fell back uncontrollably, landing heavily on the soft bed.
Her eyes rolled back uncontrollably, showing only terrifying whites. A series of tuneless, extremely suppressed, sweet moans escaped her throat.
Under the quilt, her legs clamped tight uncontrollably, rubbing against each other violently and frantically. Soon, that area was thoroughly soaked by a surging tide...
Hermione didn't even... use her hands.
Merely by tasting that unique "steak," she sent herself to the peak of an unprecedented, soul-shaking... climax.
"Hermione, what are you... eating!"