The office door exploded with a bang amidst Professor McGonagall's roar, which was squeezed from the depths of her soul and filled with murderous intent!
Not blown apart by magic, but shattered into flying wood chips by a powerful, purely physical burst of magic driven by extreme rage!
Hermione was knocked to the ground by this sudden shockwave, her ears ringing.
When she lifted her head from the flying wood chips and dust, the spot behind the desk was already empty.
Professor McGonagall was gone.
Replaced by a black tabby cat with silver stripes.
Hermione had seen this cat countless times in Transfiguration textbooks.
It was Professor Minerva McGonagall's Animagus form, a symbol of elegance, calm, wisdom, and authority.
But at this moment, this cat presented a berserk, near-loss-of-control posture that Hermione had never imagined!
The fur all over its body stood on end, as if struck by lightning, making its whole body swell by a circle.
"Meow! Roar!"
A shrill roar, completely unlike a cat's meow, mixing a scream and a roar, erupted from that small body, making one's scalp numb!
The sound was so sharp, so full of malice and killing intent, that the glass on the corridor windows emitted an overwhelmed buzzing wail!
In the next second, that black, berserk blur rushed out of the shattered office door like an arrow from a string, chasing the direction of Vera's laughter with a suicidal, crazy speed!
It was the second period of the afternoon, and the ancient, spacious corridors of Hogwarts should have been empty.
But there were always some students who, for various reasons, did not appear in the classroom.
For example, two lower-year Ravenclaw students were punished by Filch to polish the row of medieval armor at the end of the fourth-floor corridor because they lost a bet.
For another example, several Slytherin seniors were leaning against the corner outside the Potions classroom, smoking magic cigarettes of unknown origin while mocking how overconfident the Gryffindor Quidditch team was this year.
Suddenly, a burst of light, bell-like laughter, yet filled with some kind of malicious triumph, came from around the corridor corner, getting closer.
"Hehehe... catch me if you can, my dear Head of House?"
Several lazy Slytherin students looked toward the sound in confusion.
They saw a fiery red figure flash out from the corner like a butterfly weaving through flowers.
It was Vera!
Her beautiful blonde hair shone with a charming luster under the sunlight streaming through the corridor windows.
Vera's face wore an unprecedented smile, a mix of excitement from a successful prank and thorough, condescending mockery.
While running, Vera turned back, making various provocative faces behind her. That red wizard robe trimmed with silver pulled out an arrogant blur behind her.
This scene was strange enough. But what was stranger was the thing chasing behind her.
It was a cat.
A tabby cat, entirely black but with silver stripes on its fur.
It was chasing madly on all fours with a posture completely inconsistent with the elegant nature of felines, bordering on madness.
Every time it landed, its claws scratched harsh screeching sounds on the smooth stone floor due to excessive force.
"Meow-ROAR!!!!
YOU! STOP! RIGHT! THERE!!!"
That cat, while emitting that spine-chilling roar like a witch's scream, actually... spoke!
Although the voice became sharp and strange due to the change in form, everyone who heard it could effortlessly identify whose voice it was.
It was the voice of Hogwarts' Deputy Headmistress, the Head of Gryffindor, Minerva McGonagall!
The jaws of those Slytherin students dropped to the ground instantly. The magic cigarettes in their hands also fell to their feet with a clatter.
This wasn't over!
"Want to catch me?
Hehe, maybe in your next life!" Vera let out another string of triumphant laughter. She didn't even look back, just waved her wand casually behind her!
"Impedimenta!"
On the ground behind her, those ancient stone slabs laid for thousands of years suddenly flipped up without warning, bulging, instantly forming a chaotic low wall made of stones!
Any normal wizard facing such a sudden obstacle would subconsciously slow down or detour.
But that black tabby cat did not!
"Meow! ROAR!!!"
In that even more violent roar, a flash of furious, instinctive Transfiguration light passed through its burning green eyes!
That newly formed low wall made of stones suddenly... came "alive" the second before the tabby cat was about to hit it!
Those hard stones melted and deformed in an instant, turning into a pool of black tar emitting a foul smell, sticky like swamp mud!
The figure of the tabby cat, like black lightning, skimmed over that pool of tar still bubbling gurgle gurgle without any stagnation!
And behind it, those stone slabs lifted by Vera's magic fell back to the ground like blocks losing support, crashing down and creating shallow pits one after another!
This scene completely exceeded the cognitive range of those Ravenclaw students. The rags in their hands slipped weakly. One of the younger ones even rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from polishing armor for too long.
"Gods... is... is that Professor McGonagall?"
"Is she... casting Transfiguration in the form of a cat?"
"No... that's impossible!
An Animagus cannot use a wand or cast such complex magic in animal form!
This... this violates all basic laws of Transfiguration!"
But the fact was playing out vividly right before their eyes.
That black tabby cat, completely overwhelmed by anger, had totally abandoned any casting logic as a "wizard."
The magic it was using now was a more primitive, purer, more terrifying, instinctive, berserk Transfiguration driven by extreme emotions!
Vera also seemed to sense how "illogical" the pursuer behind her was. The smile on her face finally restrained a bit, and her speed became faster.
She rushed through the fourth-floor corridor, nimbly bypassing those two dumbfounded Ravenclaw students.
And the tabby cat following closely behind had no concept of "detouring" at all!
"Roar!"
Accompanied by a low roar not like a cat but more like some large beast, those two priceless medieval suits of armor, polished to a shine, suddenly moved with a clank!
Two points of scarlet light lit up in their hollow helmets. They raised the long swords and battle axes in their hands and hacked fiercely at the red figure that had just run past them!
"Damn it!"
Vera exclaimed, forced to use a clumsy Shield Charm in mid-air to block that fatal slash!
And it was this delay of less than a second that allowed the black, violent blur to catch up behind her!
Those few Slytherin students who had been watching the show could even clearly see that the tabby cat opened its mouth in mid-air.
In its mouth, there were no cute, small teeth of a feline, but rows of sharp fangs shining with magical cold light like small daggers!
That was the posture of preparing to tear the prey into pieces, skin and bones included!
Watching that bloody mouth full of dagger-like fangs and filled with a腥 wind about to bite her neck, there was not a trace of panic on Vera's face.
At that critical moment, the hand she hadn't used to cast the Shield Charm flicked elegantly and lightly at the crazy tabby cat behind her at an extremely tricky angle!
"Sweet Trap!"
No wand, no incantation, completely silent casting!
An invisible magical fluctuation carrying a sweet scent spread instantly!
That black tabby cat only felt the air in front of it become as sticky as syrup boiled for three days and nights in an instant!
Its lightning-fast pounce was abruptly hindered by this sticky air, stagnating in mid-air like a pitiful fly trapped in amber!
It could clearly see Vera's pretty face close at hand, full of mocking smiles, and smell the pleasant scent like grass after rain on her body, but no matter how it roared madly or paddled its limbs desperately, it could only make slow and futile struggles in that sticky air!
"Goodbye, my dear Head of House!
Wish you... have fun!"
Vera blew a kiss to the furious tabby cat trapped in mid-air, then her fiery red figure ran wildly toward the castle underground without looking back!
There was the Slytherin common room, and... the location of Jerry Rosier's dormitory!
A few seconds later, that primitive Transfiguration magic driven by extreme anger finally broke through the shackles of the Sweet Trap!
"ROAR!!!"
Accompanied by a roar full of unwillingness and malice that almost collapsed the entire corridor, that black tabby cat broke free, turned into a blurry blur carrying the flames of revenge, and chased closely after that scent it hated to the bone!
An unprecedented, shocking "chase" was officially staged in the ancient castle of Hogwarts!
Vera ran fast ahead like a nimble, cunning, and thoroughly bad red fox.
Vera's familiarity with the castle clearly far exceeded ordinary people.
Vera sometimes passed familiarly through a tapestry that looked ordinary but was actually a secret passage, sometimes jumped directly from those rotating stairs that moved slowly and gave countless freshmen headaches, using a light Levitation Charm to land steadily on the next floor. Vera even had the leisure to wave to the portraits of past headmasters who popped their heads out of their frames, shouting and yelling because of this huge commotion!
And the black tabby cat behind Vera presented a completely different scene.
It was a mass of pure, berserk destructive energy dominated by the desire for revenge!
It didn't follow the "road" at all!
It crashed straight through the tapestry, leaving a human-shaped hole with scorched edges!
It leaped directly over the railing of the stairs, smashing those exquisite stone carvings of unicorns and hippogriffs to pieces!
Anything daring to block its path, whether it was automatically moving armor, house-elves moving things, or Peeves who liked pranks, was turned into piles of steaming, harmless jam or cream by an instinctive, powerful, completely unreasonable Transfiguration under the gaze of its violent eyes burning with green flames!
The chase between the two soon extended all the way from the main area of the castle to the cold, damp underground area located at the bottom of the Black Lake.
This was the territory of Slytherin House.
The cold air, dripping walls, and the skulls on the walls emitting faint green light and cast with Eternal Light Charms were all silently declaring that no "outsiders" were welcome here.
At the end of the corridor was a bare, wet stone wall.
This was the entrance to the Slytherin common room.
It had no door, no lock, only a magical barrier that required Parseltongue, or... the correct password to open.
Vera ran all the way here without slowing down at all!
Just when all the bystanders (if there were any left) thought she would crash and die on this wall, she simply spat out a word quickly in a clear, elegant tone with a hint of husky breath.
"Pure-blood supremacy."
That damp, cold stone wall seemed to have heard the King's decree. Amidst the creaking of mechanisms, it slid silently to both sides, revealing the huge circular common room inside, filled with Gothic luxury style, like an undersea palace.
Vera's figure flashed in without hesitation!
"Vera!
Stop right there!"
The tabby cat following closely behind let out a final angry roar full of human emotion and rushed in too!
Bang!
The stone door slammed shut behind it!
The Slytherin common room fell into a weird deathly silence due to this sudden intrusion.
Dozens of Slytherin students gathering in twos and threes, whispering in front of the fireplace, admiring the underwater wonders of the Black Lake in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, or simply dozing on the sofa, all froze in place as if hit by a Petrification Charm.
What did they see?
A witch wearing a red wizard robe, house unknown, beautiful as a fairy, rushed through them like a gust of wind, not even letting them touch a corner of her clothes!
Then, immediately after, a black tabby cat, like a crazy three-headed dog escaped from hell, roared, knocked over a small table full of silver tea sets, stepped on the handsome face of a pure-blood young master, and then, without hesitation, followed the red figure and rushed into the long corridor leading to... the first-year boys' dormitory!
The corridor wasn't long.
Just before Vera's hand touched the doorknob of Jerry Rosier's dormitory carved with a silver snake relief, she even had the leisure to turn her head and send a final kiss full of triumphant meaning to the violent black blur getting closer behind her.
Sanctuary was right in front of her.
However, Vera ultimately underestimated what kind of devastating, thorough personality collapse a top-level love potion, enhanced and laced with special "ingredients," would cause to a powerful witch.
In that instant when Vera's finger was less than half an inch away from the doorknob—
Time seemed to slow down.
That black blur that had chased her for four full floors completed its final acceleration with a terrifying speed that completely violated the laws of physics, bordering on teleportation!
"Boom!"
A loud noise, dull to the extreme, like a battering ram hitting a city wall, exploded in the narrow corridor!
Vera only felt her back was hit hard by a charging adult Norwegian Ridgeback!
A huge force, irresistible, condensing extreme anger and pure physical kinetic energy, instantly spread from her spine to her limbs and bones!
"Ugh!"
Vera's triumphant chuckle still on her lips instantly turned into a muffled grunt full of pain, astonishment, and suffocation!
Vera could even clearly hear several bones in her back making crisp crack sounds, overwhelmed by the burden!
Her whole body, like a fired cannonball, smashed involuntarily and fiercely toward the sturdy dormitory door ahead, made of swamp ironwood and said to be difficult to damage even by Fiendfyre!
However, the expected scene of the door panel shattering and herself being flattened into a meat patty did not happen.
Because, the second before she hit the door panel, that black, violent tabby cat had already caught up!
Its small body, filled with destructive energy, like a second, faster cannonball, once again smashed precisely onto Vera's plump buttocks, which were thrust high!
Two huge kinetic energies superimposed at this moment!
"Ai!"
That precious swamp ironwood door, sufficient to withstand most dark magic attacks, seemed to be hit head-on by a giant with a war hammer at that moment. Along with the exquisite silver snake relief carved on it and the layers of defensive magic cast on it, it was completely smashed into flying, fine wood dust like powder by this pure, unreasonable physical force!
Vera and the tabby cat, in such an extremely wretched and violent posture, wrapped in huge inertia, rushed together into that spacious and luxurious dormitory belonging to Jerry!
But neither of them had the chance to admire all this.
Because, in that instant when they flew into the room and were in a brief, mid-air weightless state due to inertia, that black tabby cat lying deadly on Vera's back moved!
Its four paws, in that instant, suddenly popped out sharp claws shining with magical cold light like scalpels!
Rip!
The first sound was the sound of fabric being torn at high speed!
The fiery red wizard robe on Vera representing glory split in response!
From the collar to the hem, it was directly torn into several strips of rags flying in the wind by four parallel, precise claw marks!
Immediately after, the second sound!
Pop! Pop! Pop!
It was the sound of buttons being violently torn off!
Under Vera's robe, the buttons of that pure white blouse with lace trim on her chest exploded instantly like being hit by a shotgun, flying in all directions!
Third sound! Fourth sound! Fifth sound!
Rip! Scratch! Tear!
The tabby cat's claws danced a dazzling blur full of destructive beauty in mid-air!
Every movement was full of beast-like, primitive, vengeful precision!
Vera's pleated skirt was torn from the middle!
Vera's expensive white stockings, hand-sewn by goblins, were scratched with two neat, humiliating cuts from the root of the thigh to the ankle by the sharp claw tips!
Even that last pair of pale purple lace panties hidden under the skirt, representing the modesty of a young married woman, was gently hooked by a claw reaching extremely trickily between her legs, and then, pulled hard!
Time, at this moment, seemed to have passed only a second.
But when their bodies finally began to fall slowly toward the bed covered with velvet sheets below due to the pull of gravity!
Vera, this beautiful witch who was arrogant, triumphant, and insufferable just a moment ago, had been stripped completely naked, alive, by a mad tabby cat in mid-air!
Not a stitch left!
Snow-white, full of vitality due to years of magical training, curvy and perfect body of a young married woman, was exposed nakedly and unreservedly amidst the flying wood chips and dust!
Reflected in Vera's beautiful blue eyes, widened due to shock, was that black tabby cat—on its small, furry face, those eyes burning with green flames of revenge, belonging to Minerva McGonagall.
And... that slowly opening bloody mouth of a beast, full of sharp fangs shining with magical cold light like daggers.
Falling.
In the complete, weightless sensation of falling that seemed endless, for the first time, and the last time, a trace of emotion named "regret" flashed through Vera's mind.
Then, she felt a sharp, cold, intense pain full of aggression and possessiveness coming from the softest, wettest, and most defenseless part of her body, that mysterious valley!
No pity at all.
No hesitation at all.
That black tabby cat, in that final fall, bit down fiercely with its mouth full of sharp teeth!
The canine teeth precisely pierced those soft, pink, large flower petals trembling slightly and secreting crystal water droplets due to the owner's fear and residual drug effects!
Not tearing.
But a... more humiliating gnawing, declaring sovereignty, like a predator leaving an eternal brand on its prey!
Squelch...
A faint sound, almost inaudible, of thick liquid being squeezed rang out.
"Ah!!!"
A shrill scream, inhuman, full of extreme pain, humiliation, and a twisted pleasure of being completely violated and conquered, finally came from Vera's beautiful face distorted by pain, resounding through the entire Slytherin dungeon!
Jerry sat in front of that wide desk made of Norwegian ebony, the quill in his hand still unhurriedly sketching an extremely complex alchemical blueprint for a portable defensive wonder on the parchment.
He didn't lift his head, as if the erotic scene being staged on the huge four-poster bed behind him was to him just some... somewhat noisy, boring background music.
He just glanced sideways with interest at the real Vera sitting in the armchair opposite him.
"Ah... mmh... no... don't... please... stop... ahhh!"
The real Vera was currently curled up in the chair, hands gripping the armrests tightly, nails scratching deep white marks on the fine velvet fabric due to excessive force.
Vera's body was trembling and spasming violently and uncontrollably.
That beautiful face, always carrying a hint of calculation and charm, was now twisted into a ball due to extreme pain, humiliation, and... a sinful pleasure forcibly pried open from the depths of her soul.
Sweat, mixed with tears, soaked the few strands of golden hair on Vera's forehead, sticking them messily to her cheeks.
Her legs instinctively clamped tight together, as if trying to resist that pervasive, barbaric invasion from another "self" in this futile way.
But, useless.
Squelch... squelch...
Accompanied by every vengeful, possessive gnawing and sucking of the black tabby cat on the bed on the most private part of that "perfect body" with its mouth full of sharp teeth, a stream of scalding, shameful honey mixed with a fishy-sweet scent would gush uncontrollably from between the legs of Vera sitting in the chair.
That out-of-control spring tide soon soaked the wizard robe on her body, which was already somewhat messy from running, and then flowed windingly down the root of her fair thigh tensed from force, finally dripping onto the animal fur rug under the chair, drip, drip, spreading a small patch of dark, ambiguous water stain.
The quill in Jerry's hand paused.
[Sure enough, the effect of remote sensory synchronization is even more perfect than expected.]
He evaluated silently in his heart with a emotionless tone bordering on a clinical experiment report.
[The link of soul and blood ensured 100% sensory synchronization.
Whether it's the sharp, cold pain when Professor McGonagall's teeth pierced the 'skin'; or the stimulating, itching, and numbing sensation like electric current brought by her rough, barbed tongue licking over the 'wound'.
Or the huge emptiness and contradictory pleasure of being filled, as if the soul were being sucked away together every time she sucked... everything is fed back to the nerve center of you, the main body, without a single discrepancy by this crystal golem.]
Jerry's gaze passed over Vera's trembling shoulders and landed on the big bed where the "human-beast war" was being staged.
That "Vera" on the bed, whether it was the delicate skin that could be broken by a blow, or the long eyelashes trembling slightly due to fear and pain.
Or that most private, pink "flesh" which was red and swollen from being gnawed.
Yet still constantly secreting crystal "body fluids"... everything was no different from a real person.
[Of course, with my current alchemy and golem-making level, it is absolutely impossible to make a work of this grade.]
A playful light that only he could understand flashed in Jerry's eyes.
[In fact, even those so-called "Golem Masters" who have lived for hundreds of years can absolutely not create such... perfect artwork that almost possesses an independent 'pain nerve' and 'pleasure feedback' system.]
This one was the only miracle to be born—the "Perfect Doll +7"—after Jerry had spent almost every alchemical material available in Diagon Alley, synthesizing over a hundred low-quality crystal golems with a total value exceeding one hundred thousand Gold Galleons!
Every "+1" meant the complete destruction of dozens of golems. The value of this "+7" creation could no longer be measured in Gold Galleons.
Its only use was more than just this—it was a top-tier "toy" that was perfect, could withstand any level of ravishing, and could perfectly feed back all sensory experiences to its master...
Just as Jerry's thoughts were immersed in admiration for his own miraculous "synthesis," the battle on the bed also reached a fever pitch.
Professor McGonagall seemed no longer satisfied with mere gnawing and biting.
"ROAR!"
The sound of bones breaking and rearranging was clearly audible in the silent dormitory!
The pitch-black beast fur retracted beneath the skin like a receding tide!
Minerva McGonagall had changed back.
But she was absolutely not back to normal.
Minerva's wizard robes, already shattered during the previous chase and transformation, hung messily on her body, revealing large patches of well-maintained, tight skin flushed with rage and desire, belonging to a mature woman.
Minerva's hair, usually pinned with meticulous care, was now completely loose, draped over her shoulders like a wild dark cloud.
Minerva leaped down from the bed, barefoot, stepping on the cold stone floor like a sexy succubus crawled out from the depths of hell, bent on revenge, walking step by step toward Vera, who was already scared out of her wits.
"No... you... don't come over here!"
"Minerva, this was just a joke... it was Jerry's idea!"
"It's all his fault!"
Vera let out a desperate, tearful plea; she wanted to flee from the chair, but her legs had become limp and weak from the overly intense remote climax just now, completely refusing to obey.
Professor McGonagall turned a deaf ear.
Then, she smiled.
It was a smile full of cruelty, revenge, and a certain morbid excitement.
"Now..."
Professor McGonagall's voice was as husky as if it had been polished by sandpaper, filled with a dangerous, spine-chilling magnetism: "...it's the 'original body's' turn."
Before her words even fell, Minerva lunged forward!
That hot body, full of mature charm and shocking strength, like a predatory female leopard, pinned Vera—who was curled in the chair—solidly beneath her without a single gap!
"Ah!"
Vera let out a startled cry!
She only felt an aggressive aura, hot and carrying sweat and the rich body fragrance of a mature woman, instantly envelop her!
Professor McGonagall gave her no chance to react!
"Mmph... mmph...!"
Vera's protests were all blocked in her throat, turning into meaningless, whimpering wails.
And while their lips and tongues were frantically entangling and biting together like beasts, Professor McGonagall's body also began to grind forcefully against Vera's equally hot, sensitive body—separated by two layers of soaked fabric—at an extremely slow yet humiliating frequency!
Slick... slip... squelch...
Two female bodies, equally hot, equally wet, and completely ignited by desire, were pressed tightly together and continuously rubbing without any space between the thin, fluid-soaked clothes!
Every grind felt as if a powerful, lewd electric current were simultaneously penetrating both of their spines!
Vera felt like she was going crazy!
The sense of humiliation from being thoroughly violated in her soul and the strange, sinful pleasure being forcibly awakened in her depths intertwined, turning her brain into a boiling, chaotic mess!
"It seems you enjoy this, don't you?"
Professor McGonagall seemed to feel the uncontrolled reaction of the mature body beneath her. She slightly released Vera's lips, which she had already bitten into a red and swollen mess, and whispered into her ear with a mocking, malicious, and scorching breath.
After speaking, she seemed to feel that this level of revenge was far from enough!
Minerva straightened up abruptly, grabbed Vera's ankles, and dragged her entire body down from that small armchair.
Then, with an extremely rough movement, head down and feet up, she adjusted the two of them into... an immoral "69" position!
Disheveled and wretched, the two of them lay entangled on that magnificent, cold carpet!
"You...!" Vera finally had a chance to let out a gasp, but in the next second, her cry turned into a disbelieving, distorted moan!
Revenge!
This was the ultimate revenge that Professor McGonagall—this thoroughly enraged, upright witch—could think of, the most vicious, most direct, and most effective way to destroy the dignity of a proud, pure-blood witch!
Squelch... slurp... squelch...
For a time, only two types of sounds remained in the dormitory.
One was the sound of wetness produced by both of them simultaneously—filled with skill and malice, frantic sucking and licking, lewd to the extreme.
The other was the broken, suppressed moans from their throats—a mixture of pain, humiliation, anger, and some uncontrolled, sinful pleasure!
"Hah... mmh... you... you damn cat... ah... I... I won't... let you go..." Vera let out powerless curses amidst the impact of ultimate, unfamiliar pleasure.
But, just a second before her reason was about to be completely crushed by this double, overwhelming pleasure, a spark of revenge flashed through Vera's cunning and malicious brain!
The golem!
Vera used the last shred of her conscious will to link her spirit to the crystal golem still lying quietly on the big bed!
On the bed, the "Vera" body gave a sudden jerk!
In its hollow eyes made of top-tier magic crystal, a cold red light representing "activation" instantly ignited!
Silently, like a top-tier, lifeless ghost assassin, it slid down from the bed.
Then, with cat-like light, silent steps, it slowly walked toward the defenseless prey who was currently趴ing on the carpet with her back turned, focused on taking primitive and humiliating revenge on Vera—Minerva McGonagall!
The golem walked up behind Professor McGonagall.
It looked at the full and tight buttocks of the mature witch, thrust high due to effort and desire, and... the deep, mysterious canyon hidden between the two cheeks that no one had ever explored.
It slowly knelt down.
Then, it opened its perfect, soft mouth created by alchemy.
A perfect tongue, also made of special materials, incredibly flexible and even able to simulate the fine barbs on a human tongue, slowly extended out.
Just as Professor McGonagall was about to push the Vera beneath her to the first peak of humiliation and collapse—
A warm, wet sensation, carrying an indescribable, unfamiliar, yet incredibly precise technique, suddenly transmitted from that most tightly closed, most sacred last line of defense behind her!
"Ah!!"
In that instant, Professor McGonagall's body froze as if hit hard by ten thousand volts of lightning!
Her eyes widened abruptly!
Her pupils shrank to the size of pinheads!
On that face flushed with desire, an expression appeared that was more horrified, more disbelieving, and more completely broken than when she first discovered she had been drugged with Amortentia!
What... what was that feeling?
Warm, wet, flexible... that damn tongue, appearing from nowhere, was using a... most filthy, lewd, and shameless technique, frantically licking, teasing, and even... attempting to drill into her... line of defense!
"Ah... AHHHHHHHHHH!!"
An unprecedented super-pleasure, completely beyond her cognitive range, mixed with ultimate humiliation, ultimate horror, and ultimate, explosive, sinful, perverted sensation, rushed from McGonagall's tailbone straight to the top of her skull like a shockwave from a nuclear explosion!
Her brain, in an instant, turned completely into a scorching, dazzling white light!
And the Vera beneath her, under the impact of Professor McGonagall's final, landslide-like, frantic oral assault mixed with the spasms of climax, finally could endure no more!
"I also... want... AHHHHHHHH!"
Accompanied by an equally shrill scream full of unwillingness and release, her body also bounced and convulsed violently on the floor like a dying fish!
A stream of scalding, clear love juices belonging to a young married woman also gushed out like a bursting dam, completely flooding Professor McGonagall's solemn face, which was now covered in her fluids!
At this moment, the "Perfect Doll +7" also precisely and perfectly synchronized with its master, Vera.
Its perfect body, composed of crystal and alchemical materials, also began to tremble and spasm with an extremely realistic, violent magnitude.
Through the built-in vocalizing alchemical array, it even emitted a series of broken, distorted, high-pitched moans exactly like Vera's!
The aftershocks washed over Professor McGonagall's exhausted body, which was already soaked in desire, like gentle waves.
McGonagall lifted her head from the body beneath her, which was equally limp as mud.
On that face usually full of authority and wisdom, it was now covered with Vera's love juices—a mixture of humiliation and sweetness—and... a trace of a misty flush.
McGonagall's reason was struggling to return.
Her green, feline eyes swept across the wrecked dormitory. McGonagall saw the perfect doll lying not far away, mimicking the afterglow of climax, its body still slightly twitching.
Then, McGonagall's gaze passed through all the mess and landed precisely on the boy who had been sitting calmly at the desk from beginning to end, like a spectator watching a play, terrifyingly cool.
Jerry Rosier.
"Heh..."
A rasping chuckle of unclear meaning escaped Professor McGonagall's throat.
McGonagall used her arms to prop up her aching, weak, yet still burning, voluptuous body of a mature woman in her thirties.
Naked as she was, she stood up unsteadily from the carpet and walked step by step to Jerry's desk.
Leaning down, her disheveled hair fell like a waterfall, a few strands even lightly scratching Jerry's cheeks.
Then, McGonagall's hand moved.
That long and powerful hand, which had just been wreaking havoc on someone else and was covered in their fluids, now reached into his expensive dragon-hide trousers with an unquestionable, queen-like posture!
With one grasp, she deathly gripped the giant meat-root—scalding and of shocking size, having long since awakened from watching the entire show—in her palm!
McGonagall could clearly feel that the giant object, completely beyond common sense, gave a sudden, provocative throb in her palm due to this abrupt, cold stimulation.
"My little Jerry..."
Professor McGonagall spoke slowly, her voice husky and low like a beast's murmur, filled with danger and ultimate allure.
"Could you explain!"
"Just... what, exactly, is going on here?"
Every word from McGonagall seemed squeezed through her teeth, filled with the biting killing intent of an interrogation.
But McGonagall's hand, gripping Jerry's lifeblood, uncontrollably began to rub with her finger pads along the thick, vein-knotted shaft.
"Uh... Professor!"
"This is a misunderstanding!"
"It was all Vera's idea!"
"Really!"
Hermione rushed back to the Gryffindor Tower, almost fleeing.
The "dream" she experienced in Professor McGonagall's office was something Hermione simply could not forget.
In her mind, there was only one thought—a thought growing frantically like wildfire, shameful yet incredibly clear.
Hermione needed "him."
She needed Jerry's scent.
She needed that demonic, domineering, unique flavor that could ignite her whole being, melt her brain completely, and make her forget all troubles and rules!
As she passed through the common room, several classmates playing Wizard Chess looked at her with strange eyes.
Because at this moment, Hermione Granger lacked all the composure and pride of her usual "Miss-Know-It-All" persona.
Her cheeks were flushed with an abnormal red, like after intense exercise.
Hermione's lips had been bitten repeatedly by herself unconsciously, becoming bright red and succulent.
Those brown eyes, which always shone with the light of wisdom, were now as if covered by a layer of mist, becoming blurred and anxious.
Hermione rushed all the way back to the girls' dormitory, locked the door with her wand, and then pounced toward her bed like a crazed little beast.
She knelt on the floor and dragged a heavy wooden trunk, protected by multiple charms, from under her bed.
Opening the trunk, there were no clothes to change, no snacks, only rows of neatly stacked, thick books.
She skillfully pulled out the thickest one, Advanced Potion-Making, and opened it. In the middle of the pages, someone had used a Cutting Charm to precisely hollow out a small groove, just enough to fit a crystal vial.
In the vial was more than half a bottle of milky-white, thick liquid emitting a charming, pearl-like luster.
Jerry's "gift."
This was her last and most precious piece of stock.
With a religious ritual-like, pious tremor, Hermione's hand carefully took out the crystal vial.
She didn't even dare to uncork it directly.
Hermione just pressed the cold glass bottle tightly against her hot cheek, closed her eyes, and sniffed the faint scent leaking from the bottle mouth—unique, carrying a trace of spice and sweetness, the domineering aura belonging to that boy, enough to make her whole body go soft.
Just from this, Hermione felt her body begin to heat up and go soft uncontrollably again.
Those slender legs wrapped in spotless, white thigh-high stockings instinctively clamped together and rubbed.
A familiar, shameful, wet feeling slowly spread once more from the depths of her pink, cotton panties printed with small flowers.
Gulp... gulp...
Just as she was about to uncork the bottle and pour this last "miracle" into her mouth to "taste" and "study" it properly—
An extremely subtle swallowing sound, like a kitten drinking milk and full of satisfaction, suddenly came from the wardrobe next to her.
Hermione's movement froze.
Her eyes snapped open!
In those brown eyes, which were just full of mist and longing, they were instantly replaced by an unbelievable fire of rage at having her most precious territory invaded!
She whipped out her wand like lightning!
"Alohomora!"
The wardrobe door swung open!
And then, she saw a scene of betrayal that made her blood freeze in an instant.
In the small wardrobe, Hannah Abbott was curled up inside.
In her arms, she was holding a crystal vial exactly like the one in Hermione's hand, but... it had less than half of the liquid left!
On the corners of Hannah's mouth, her chin, and even her Gryffindor tie, there were scattered, milky-white, suspicious traces.
Hannah's lips were red, swollen, and glistening from the recent sucking.
Those eyes, which always carried a hint of honesty and shyness, were now squinted comfortably and satisfyingly, her face wearing an expression... that Hermione had only seen in certain Dark Creature illustrations, an expression of obsession, intoxication, and happiness after a hearty meal!
When the wardrobe door opened and the blinding light shone in, Hannah seemed to wake up from that ultimate, ethereal pleasure.
She saw Hermione at the door, saw Hermione's face twisted by extreme rage, and saw the wand in Hermione's hand glowing with a dangerous red light.
"Her... Hermione?" Hannah's voice was lazy, husky, with a nasal tone just after "being full," "You... how did you..."
Her explanation didn't get to be spoken.
Because Hermione had already pounced!
"Thief! You damn thief!!!"
A roar like a young lioness, unlike her usual self and full of jealousy and killing intent, burst from Hermione's throat!
Like a white bolt of lightning, she slammed Hannah, who was still curled in the wardrobe, hard to the ground!
Bang!
Two equally petite bodies crashed together heavily!
The crystal vial slipped out, rolling on the thick carpet.
But Hermione didn't care about the bottle at all!
All her reason, completely dominated by rage and addiction, was locked onto one target.
Hannah's mouth!
That sinful, damned mouth that had just stolen and eaten "her" most precious "miracle"!
"Give it back to me... give... it back!"
Hermione hissed. Her slender legs, wrapped in white stockings, deathly pinned down Hannah's legs, which were wearing flesh-colored stockings and struggling futilely!
She used her knees to roughly pry open Hannah's knees, pinning Hannah down in an extremely humiliating, aggressively invasive riding posture!
Hermione's hands, like iron pincers, grabbed Hannah's hair, slamming her head hard against the carpet!
Then, she leaned down and, with a near-biting, crazed posture, slammed her mouth onto Hannah's!
"Mmph! Let... let go...!"
Hannah whimpered in terror, struggling desperately, but her gentle strength was so insignificant before the thoroughly enraged Gryffindor "lioness"!
Hermione's tongue, with a barbaric and unquestionable power, roughly pried open Hannah's tightly closed, soft teeth!
Sticky water sounds, a mixture of the two girls' saliva, rang out clearly in the silent dormitory!
Hermione could clearly and greedily taste that trace of magical, domineering sweetness belonging to Jerry, remaining on Hannah's oral mucosa, between her teeth, and under her tongue, which hadn't been fully absorbed by her yet!
Not enough!
Completely not enough!
These scraps were simply unable to satisfy her huge, empty desire, which had already been completely ignited by the dual stimulation of "dream" and "reality"!
Hermione's movements became even more rough, even more crazed!
The white stockings and the flesh-colored stockings intertwined, rubbed, and twisted together in an even more intense and frantic posture!
Using knees, ankles, and every part of their bodies to ram and grind against the most sensitive parts of each other's bodies, trying to use this method to suppress the other while also bringing themselves more, even stronger, and sinful stimulation!
The dormitory floor was a mess.
Torn panties, scattered books, and their disheveled house robes soaked in body fluids and sweat.
Just then, their gazes, as if by agreement, locked onto something shiny rolling into the corner!
That half-bottle of "miracle"!
In that instant, all interaction between them vanished!
In their eyes, only the most primal, naked greed for the sole target remained!
They released each other simultaneously and, like two vultures discovering carrion, pounced toward the crystal vial on all fours, scrambling and crawling!
"It's mine!"
Hannah screamed, grabbing the bottle first!
"In your dreams!" Hermione hugged her waist deathly tight from behind, her other hand desperately trying to snatch the bottle from her hand!
The two once again wrestled together! And in this chaotic, intense struggle, Hermione's hand accidentally touched that hollowed-out Advanced Potion-Making book she had just taken from under the bed.
Then, Hermione saw in that "book," the full bottle of "miracle" belonging to "her," still sitting quietly in the groove!
Ecstasy!
An incomparable ecstasy, as if rising from hell to heaven in an instant, hit Hermione!
Why was she still fighting Hannah for this half-bottle of leftovers?
She herself, clearly, still had an entire bottle! A whole bottle!
Hermione let out a triumphant, mocking giggle full of a victor's superiority. She suddenly let go of Hannah, grabbed the "book" like lightning, and with an almost boasting, cruel posture, took out the brimming crystal vial filled with milky-white thick liquid in front of Hannah's stunned and disbelieving face!
"See this, Hannah?"
With a distorted, victorious smile on her face, Hermione held the bottle high, like holding a golden trophy. "This is mine! A whole, full bottle!"
After speaking, Hermione ignored Hannah's face, which had turned pale with jealousy. She pulled the cork, threw her head back, and prepared to pour this "fruit of victory" entirely into her long-thirsty throat!
However!
In that exact instant when the milky-white liquid was about to pour out from the bottle mouth.
A mutation occurred.
The full bottle of thick liquid emitting a pearl-like luster suddenly flickered violently, like snow under sunlight!
Then, under Hermione's eyes—which were full of ecstasy and about to turn into extreme horror in the next second—the milky-white liquid, along with the seemingly exquisite and gorgeous crystal bottle itself, rapidly, distortedly deformed and faded amidst a surge of intense magical fluctuations like TV static...
Finally, after a light poof, it returned to its original form~
An ordinary, hollow glass test tube, the most common type seen in Potions class.
CRASH!
The fragile glass test tube, having lost its Transfiguration Charm reinforcement, slipped from Hermione's stiff, powerless hand, hitting the floor and shattering into countless shiny, desperate shards.
The dormitory was in deathly silence.
Hermione knelt blankly on the floor, looking at the glass fragments. Her brain had completely turned into a buzzing blank, unable to think.
That buzzing, blank brain only lasted for less than two seconds.
What followed was a terrifying realization that made Hermione instantly fall into a cold abyss, like being hit head-on by a Killing Curse!
Fake...
That entire bottle was fake!
Just an ordinary glass test tube with a Transfiguration Charm!
Then...
Hermione's brown eyes, completely dilated from horror, turned stiffly to Hannah, who was still sitting on the floor... and to the thing in her hand...
That crystal vial that only had half left!
The only...
Last...
Real... stock!
In that instant, a beast-like madness burst forth from Hermione's body, something even she couldn't imagine, driven by desperation!
"IT'S MINE!"
But Hannah's reaction was faster than Hermione's!
A second before Hermione's fingertips could touch the crystal vial, Hannah retracted violently with an extremely nimble and agile movement, dodging Hermione's pounce!
Immediately after, without hesitation, she kicked Hermione's shoulder, ruthlessly knocking the "Miss-Know-It-All"—who had lost her balance from missing the pounce—to the floor!
Bang!
Hannah stood up.
She looked down at her nominal "friend," actually "fellow addict" and "love rival," lying on the floor, temporarily unable to move due to pain and dizziness.
Then, Hannah lifted her slender yet powerful calf, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.
And stepped down hard!
The sole of her foot, carrying warm body heat and wrapped in flesh-colored nylon, stepped on Hermione's small chest, which was rising and falling from heavy gasping!
Then she threw her head back without hesitation!
Gulp... gulp... gulp...
Hannah swallowed the half-bottle of magical, domineering, unique sweet liquid in large gulps, every single drop, into her long-thirsty stomach!
Hannah even let out a few satisfied, small "burps" like a young beast, because she drank too fast.
Every sound was like the loudest, most cruel slap, hitting Hermione's already shattered self-esteem hard!
Finished.
The last drop... was gone.
"Now..."
Hannah's voice carried an unprecedented, condescending laziness and sweetness: "...it's all mine."