In this vast, pure white space created by the Undetectable Extension Charm, time and direction lost all meaning.
There was no sky, no earth, only a smooth surface extending to infinity, as if made of solidified light.
In three corners of the space, three parties stood distinct from one another.
Jerry stood casually at one end.
He didn't even assume a spellcasting stance; his hands were merely tucked into the pockets of his seemingly ordinary casual trousers, his expression as bland as if he were waiting for a class to begin.
Directly opposite him, a hundred meters away, stood the "Perfect Doll +7," restored to its original appearance.
It no longer bore Vera's alluring likeness.
At this moment, it was a work of art sculpted entirely from pure, flawless crystal, possessing perfect human proportions.
Its body presented a semi-transparent texture. Countless fine, web-like magical runes shimmering with pale gold light flowed slowly deep within its crystal flesh like complex circuits.
Its face had no features, only a smooth, mirror-like plane reflecting the monotonous light of this white space.
It didn't even breathe or have a heartbeat; it was just a cold, perfect killing machine waiting for orders.
On the other side of the space, Professor McGonagall and Vera stood side by side, acting as the audience for this "performance test."
Professor McGonagall had changed into a clean, neat dark green wizard robe. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and her face had returned to that calmness that wouldn't change even if Mount Tai collapsed before her, as if her loss of composure in the dungeon earlier had never happened.
Vera, on the other hand, still wore her fiery red dress, dazzling as a flame. Her splendid blonde hair was draped casually over her shoulders, and on her beautiful face belonging to a mature woman in her thirties, there was a faint, intrigued smile.
Her body, modified by Red Dragon blood, gave her an almost instinctive anticipation for the upcoming scene filled with "power" and "destruction."
The silence was broken.
Jerry finally withdrew one hand from his pocket.
No wand, no incantation, not even any superfluous movement.
He just casually, gently waved his hand forward.
In that instant, the entire pure white space seemed to be fiercely seized by an invisible giant hand!
Centered on Jerry's body, the air instantly became scorching hot, violent, and filled with energy capable of tearing everything apart!
Seven distinct magical radiances, some with completely opposing attributes, rose simultaneously behind him like seven suns!
Hum!
First to appear was a giant throwing spear, ten meters long, composed entirely of solidified fire as hot as the sun's core!
Its tip emitted a high temperature sufficient to burn distorted ripples in the space itself!
Following closely were thousands of glacial spikes, crystal clear as diamonds but carrying bone-chilling coldness!
They appeared out of thin air, densely covering the entire sky above the crystal golem. The tip of every spike shimmered with a faint blue light of death, representing absolute zero!
The third was chain lightning, swimming madly in the air like golden angry dragons!
The violent electric arcs ionized the air into harsh zzzt-crackle explosions, leaving winding, scorched black marks on the pure white ground!
The fourth was dozens of "bombs" invisible to the naked eye, composed of pure explosive energy!
They flew toward the crystal golem from different, tricky angles; wherever they passed, even light was slightly deflected!
The fifth was hundreds and thousands of pitch-black wind blades, thin as cicada wings, sweeping in like a storm! They were silent but sharp to the extreme, as if they could cut through the soul itself!
The sixth was a mass of wriggling dark green corrosive curse clouds emitting a strong sour stench!
It was like a living swamp, sticky and slow, spreading toward the golem's feet!
The last one was hundreds of rune chains composed of magic power and shimmering with metallic luster, shooting out violently from underground!
Like tentacles extending from the depths of hell, they wound toward the golem's limbs and body from all directions!
Fire Spear, Glacial Spikes, Chain Lightning, Blasting Curses, Wind Blade Dance, Corrosive Cloud, Rune Chains!
Seven top-tier offensive spells of varying attributes and immense power were unleashed simultaneously and instantaneously with that one casual, almost perfunctory wave of Jerry's hand!
They formed an inescapable net, an elemental storm, a symphony of death, sweeping toward the crystal golem standing alone in the center of the storm from the sky and the ground, from all directions, in a saturating, devastating posture with no blind spots!
The smile on Vera's face, standing in the distance, finally froze.
Her eyes, which had seen countless grand scenes and even witnessed dragon breath with her own eyes.
At this moment, contracted slightly because of the scene before her.
However, the "Perfect Doll +7" in the center of the storm moved.
Facing this earth-shattering attack sufficient to completely vaporize a well-equipped Auror squad within three seconds, its mirror-smooth face showed no emotional fluctuation.
It simply made the most precise, efficient, and correct response.
The moment the first magical radiance lit up, all those golden runes inside its body like circuit boards were instantly lit up!
A semi-transparent silver shield flowing like mercury instantly opened on its body surface—this was the top-tier "Protego Maxima"!
Immediately after, outside this shield, another energy field shimmering with seven-colored halos like a prism opened up!
All attacks with obvious elemental attributes shooting at it would be deflected, weakened, or even reflected the moment they touched this prism shield!
After doing all this, it didn't stand foolishly in place to take the hit.
Its legs bent slightly, and its entire crystal body instantly turned into a blur difficult to catch with the naked eye!
Boom! Rumble!
Almost at the same time it left its spot, those dozens of invisible Blasting Curses bombarded the position where it had just stood precisely!
The violent explosion set off a monstrous tide of energy, blasting a huge crater over twenty meters in diameter, covered in spiderweb-like cracks, into the ground made of solidified light!
Simultaneously, the fire spear, like the incarnation of the sun, roared in!
The crystal golem didn't even look back while moving at high speed.
Its left hand raised casually backward, and a giant shield composed entirely of ice, carved with complex frost runes, appeared out of thin air, precisely blocking the trajectory of the spear!
Hiss!
Ice and fire, two extreme energies, underwent the most violent annihilation in an instant!
Extreme heat and extreme cold canceled each other out, erupting into a massive cloud of white steam that blotted out the sun!
And amidst that sky-filling steam and explosion dust, the figure of the crystal golem, like the most brilliant dancer dancing on blade tips, twisted, folded, and rotated its body in an incredible posture completely violating human physiological structure!
Hundreds and thousands of silent, pitch-black wind blades whistled past through the gaps of its twisted limbs, dangerously grazing its crystal skin, leaving bottomless, mirror-smooth cuts on the ground behind it!
Next was the sky!
Those thousands of glacial spikes pouring down like a rainstorm and the chain lightning swimming madly like golden angry dragons arrived above its head at the same time!
At this moment, the speed of the crystal golem broke through the limit once again!
Its figure pulled out silver, intermittent afterimages between the gaps of the airtight ice spikes and electric net!
Every flicker perfectly dodged the fatal barrage of dozens of ice spikes and electric arcs!
It even had the spare capacity to counterattack!
In the interval of another dodge, its right hand made of crystal grasped emptily toward the sky!
Hum!
A powerful, twisted force field spread upward centered on its hand!
Those chain lightning bolts chasing it madly seemed to be subjected to some fatal attraction; they actually turned around, entangled with each other, collided, and finally converged into a huge, unstable golden lightning ball, exploding violently in mid-air and turning into sky-filling electric light!
As for the corrosive cloud spreading from the ground and the rune chains drilling out from underground, they didn't even pose any threat to the crystal golem at this moment.
Its feet never touched the ground from beginning to end.
It had been moving and dodging at high speed in a subtle suspended posture half a foot off the ground!
The first wave, a storm-like attack lasting a full ten seconds, ended.
The smoke and dust dispersed, and the energy calmed down.
The pure white space was a mess.
The ground was covered with huge craters, deep cuts, and scorched black marks. The air still retained violent energy particles of intertwined heat and cold.
And the crystal golem hovered quietly at the other end of the space, unharmed.
Although the two layers of shields on its body surface had dimmed a lot and even showed some fine cracks, they had ultimately withstood it.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall, who had been crossing her arms with a calm face, unconsciously relaxed her posture.
Jerry looked at the unharmed crystal golem, still with no expression on his face. He didn't seem surprised by this result either.
He just slowly lowered the hand he had waved, and then raised the other hand.
This time, he didn't create that kind of massive elemental storm again.
He just aimed his palm at the distant crystal golem, and then, clenched his five fingers abruptly!
Silent and soundless.
But an attack ten thousand times more terrifying than the elemental storm just now descended.
Around the crystal golem, space began to collapse inward in a visible manner!
An absolute, domineering gravity powerful beyond words suddenly appeared! It formed a huge invisible "trap" with a diameter of over thirty meters!
Gravity Trap!
And it was a magically modified, terrifying "micro black hole" sufficient to crush any matter within range, even including light, into a singularity!
The body of the crystal golem, which was originally fast enough to only see afterimages, froze in an instant!
It was as if poured into transparent cement; every crystal molecule was enduring terrifying pressure from all directions, enough to crush mountains!
The two layers of shields on its body surface, already crumbling, didn't last even a millisecond before this absolute power; they shattered violently like fragile glass, turning into sky-filling light spots!
Creak... crack... creak... crack...
Tooth-aching, overwhelmed groans came from that perfect body made of the hardest magical crystal for the first time!
Fine, spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on its body surface!
However, just a second before it was about to be completely crushed into powder by this terrifying gravity, the golden runes inside its body flickered madly again in an unprecedented, burning posture!
Its feet sank downward violently, stomping heavily on the already dilapidated ground!
Hum!
Centered on its feet, countless golden runes, thicker and more complex than before, spread madly around like living things!
Like the roots of a tree, they plunged deeply into the "foundation" of this space constructed by the Undetectable Extension Charm!
It was actually attempting to "anchor" itself with the structure of the entire subspace! Using the weight of the entire space to resist that terrifying gravity trap capable of crushing everything!
Seeing this, Vera standing aside finally could no longer maintain that composed expression on her beautiful face.
Her lips hooked upward uncontrollably, pulling out an arc full of extreme shock and excitement, bordering on hideousness. The Red Dragon blood in her body let out an excited, burning roar eager for battle at this moment because it sensed the collision of these two pure forces sufficient to "tear the world apart"!
Jerry looked at the crystal golem engaged in a crazy wrestling match with the gravity of the entire space, and finally, a trace of emotion similar to "approval" flashed in his eyes.
But, not enough.
His tender hand clenched into a fist opened slowly.
In his palm, a small pinch of grey-black, unremarkable dust like sand grains appeared out of thin air.
Then, he blew gently at that pinch of dust.
In the next second, those grey-black dust particles turned into a sky-blotting sandstorm of death, instantly crossing the distance of a hundred meters and completely engulfing the struggling crystal golem!
This was not ordinary sand.
This was "Sands of Oblivion"! A legendary substance existing only in the most ancient dark magic texts listed as the highest-level taboo!
Its only characteristic was... to annihilate everything!
Whether matter or energy, life or soul, before it, there was only one outcome: to be completely erased, completely turned into "nothingness"!
The moment that grey-black sandstorm touched the crystal golem's body, the crystal body, sturdy to the extreme and sufficient to resist a micro black hole, began to melt, decompose, and turn into nothingness silently and rapidly like butter cut by a hot knife!
Its left arm disappeared.
Its right leg disappeared.
Its mirror-smooth head with no features also began to "weather" and peel off rapidly from the edges!
This time, it was a true, irreversible complete erasure from the level of existence!
The crystal golem seemed to finally "realize" its doom.
It gave up resistance. Gave up that futile wrestling with gravity.
A second before that broken body was about to be completely swallowed by the Sands of Oblivion, all the last core energy runes in its remaining torso were ignited instantly, fully, and overloaded!
It converted its last existence into a piece of... information.
An invisible, pure mental message transcending language and space was accurately transmitted to the minds of the three people in the room a second before being erased.
[Test... complete.]
[Structural Integrity... 87.3%]
[Energy Resistance... 92.1%]
[Autonomous Evasion Logic... 99.8%]
[Comprehensive Assessment: ...Perfect.]
[Suggestion: Ready for... combat deployment.]
The grey-black sandstorm slowly dispersed.
The spot was empty.
That "Perfect Doll +7," worth a fortune and condensing countless efforts and miracles, disappeared just like that, without even a single speck of dust remaining.
As if it had never existed.
Jerry slowly lowered his hand.
He turned around and looked at the two mature women who had been watching from the side from beginning to end.
"Brilliant..."
Vera squeezed two words out of her throat with a hoarse, almost inaudible voice.
"...Truly... absolutely brilliant."
The pure white space receded like a tide.
Professor McGonagall took a deep, slow breath and exhaled slowly.
"Cost!"
Professor McGonagall spoke, her voice somewhat dry and hoarse from forcibly suppressing her shock: "What is the cost of manufacturing such a golem?"
Professor McGonagall's gaze, sharp as a falcon, locked dead on Jerry's face, which remained terrifyingly calm.
She was asking not just about money, but about the resources, materials, time, and... reproducibility represented behind it.
If this level of war weapon could be mass-produced... then the war landscape of the entire wizarding world would be completely overturned.
Jerry seemed to have expected her to ask this.
His bottomless black eyes didn't even ripple.
Professor McGonagall just tilted her head slightly, as if doing a simple mental calculation.
A few seconds later, Jerry gave a number that made the two mature witches present, accustomed to grand scenes, gasp involuntarily.
"Not counting the 'technical' cost I invested which cannot be measured in Gold Galleons, just calculating the material cost... roughly one hundred and ten thousand Gold Galleons per unit."
Jerry's understated tone was as casual as saying "a quill costs eleven Knuts."
"Moreover!"
Jerry added, seemingly feeling this number wasn't impactful enough: "This is based on the most efficient refining and enchanting processes.
The vast majority of core materials, according to the so-called 'top quality' available in Knockturn Alley or the Diagon Alley black market today, are completely substandard.
They all need to undergo at least three, or even more than five secondary purifications and energy temperings to barely reach the usable standard.
Therefore, the loss and cost in this process will be very high."
He extended a finger and tapped lightly in the air; a small piece of illusory, semi-transparent crystal appeared out of thin air.
"Especially the two most critical parts composing the crystal golem—'skin' and 'bones'."
"Its skin!"
Jerry explained, his voice flat as if reading a textbook: "Is not a single crystal, but a composite material.
It uses high-purity 'Moonlight Crystal' as a base, and then through an alchemical matrix, forcibly 'smelts' over thirty different gemstone powders with high magic conductivity and energy absorption into it with a specific molecular structure.
The success rate of this process is very low; just producing one square meter of qualified 'skin' might consume tens of thousands of Gold Galleons."
"As for the bones!" The illusory crystal on Jerry's fingertip turned into some substance shimmering with metallic luster, resembling white bone. "That's even more troublesome.
It requires Mithril and Adamantite as the alloy skeleton; these two materials themselves are already priceless and rare.
But the most critical part is to inscribe miniaturized 'energy circulation and self-repair runes' capable of withstanding instantaneous huge energy impacts inside the alloy.
And the 'ink' carrying these runes must be..."
Jerry paused, and for the first time, a faint expression similar to "distress" appeared on his childish face.
"...Concocted from the 'heart blood' of an adult dragon mixed with the soul powder of at least three 'advanced' magical creatures."
"You..."
Professor McGonagall was somewhat stunned!
All those fragmented pieces from before, seemingly unrelated and full of madness and chaos.
Were quickly connected!
Why Vera "coincidentally" became the victim of this revenge farce.
Why Jerry used such a luxurious, exaggerated, even "wasteful" way to "demonstrate" a golem that would eventually be completely "destroyed" to them...
Everything, in this instant, was instantly pierced and pieced together by this seemingly inadvertent "recipe" like a skeleton key.
Forming a clear, chilling commercial blueprint full of cold calculation and huge benefits!
Century Magic Expo!
Professor McGonagall's pupils shrank to the size of pinheads in an instant!
That grand event of alchemy and magical items of the highest specification and largest scale in the entire wizarding world, held only once every five years!
And next year's expo was set for the summer vacation, one month before the start of the Quidditch World Cup!
At that time, all top wizards, wealthy people, and procurement representatives from national Ministries of Magic around the world would gather in London!
That would be the center where the eyes of the whole world focused!
It was also the only, best stage for any ambitious alchemist or magic item inventor to soar into the sky and gain both fame and fortune!
No wonder...
No wonder he invited Vera over!
Professor McGonagall's gaze instantly became sharp as a scalpel, turning abruptly to the blonde woman leaning against the wall, her face still flushed with excitement as if still immersed in the feast of power just now!
Vera.
This woman known in the Ministry for being a social butterfly and loving money as life, her position—McGonagall happened to have seen it in the minutes of a Wizengamot meeting—was the Director of the "Century Magic Expo" Project Approval Office under the Department of International Magical Cooperation!
That expo wasn't something just anyone was qualified to participate in!
Every booth, especially those golden booths located in the core area and most capable of attracting attention, was more sought-after than the position of Hogwarts Headmaster!
All applications had to be reviewed by Vera's department!
And the only criterion for review was... to "demonstrate" in advance that your product possessed sufficient strength, value, and novelty!
A sense of... betrayal.
A cold sense of betrayal, ten thousand times stronger than being drugged and humiliated before, of being completely excluded by the little bastard she trusted and wanted to protect the most!
Fury!
A pure fury belonging to a Gryffindor lioness, containing no impurities.
Instantly detonated from Professor McGonagall's chest!
Under Vera's playful gaze watching the show, Professor McGonagall moved.
Her tall figure full of mature charm turned into a dark green blur!
Almost in an instant, she crossed the distance of a few steps between them and appeared in front of Jerry!
Bang!
A dull loud noise filled with extreme rage!
A slender, bony hand belonging to a woman, yet containing amazing strength, slapped hard against the stone wall behind Jerry!
Professor McGonagall pinned this boy, who was a head shorter than her, against the wall in an absolute, oppressive "Kabedon" posture!
Professor McGonagall's beautiful face, usually full of authority and calm, was now flushed red with extreme anger.
"Why. Did. You!"
Professor McGonagall's voice, every word seeming squeezed through her teeth, was low, husky, yet carried a fatal, dangerous magnetism. "Not—Discuss—With—Me—In—Advance!"
Interrogation, not a question.
She wasn't asking why he did this, but questioning why he excluded her!
Facing this face close at hand, exceptionally vivid and beautiful due to anger, a different expression finally appeared on Jerry's face, different from calmness.
It was a... faint smile, carrying a trace of helplessness, a trace of doting, and even a trace of... amusement.
Jerry even felt that the Professor at this moment was a bit cute.
And this smile was undoubtedly the last straw that broke the camel's back!
"You're still smiling?" Professor McGonagall's fury exploded completely!
Her other hand also raised, wanting to grab his collar, lift him from the wall, and teach him a lesson in the Gryffindor Head of House's way!
But, it was too late.
The moment she raised her hand, the boy who was pinned firmly against the wall by her and looked defenseless moved.
One of Jerry's legs, at an extremely tricky angle, flashed like lightning through Professor McGonagall's closed legs, and then like a nimble snake, gently hooked her plump and firm thigh wrapped in the dark green robe!
"Ah!"
Professor McGonagall only felt a strange, warm touch belonging to a boy coming from her inner thigh!
Her brain, due to this sudden, overly intimate contact, went completely blank for a full second!
And Jerry seized this one-second gap!
Using the leg hooked on hers as a fulcrum, his waist exerted force abruptly!
His whole person, like a weightless cat, climbed upward!
Professor McGonagall's hand, which had just been raised to grab his collar, was grabbed and pulled by him instead, becoming an aid to help him climb up!
Everything happened too fast!
When Professor McGonagall recovered from that brief shock, she was horrified to find that the boy who should have been pinned to the wall and scolded by her...
Was now actually wrapped around her body like a giant koala, using both hands and feet!
Jerry's legs were tightly coiled around her voluptuous, slender waist!
Jerry's arms circled her slender neck!
And what made her feel most ashamed and panicked was...
The offensive and defensive positions reversed completely in an instant!
Now, the person pinned firmly against the wall, unable to move, had become her, Minerva McGonagall!
"You...!"
Professor McGonagall's face turned almost blood-red in an instant!
It wasn't red from anger, but a kind of... red from extreme shame and shock brought by being thoroughly offended and violated!
Professor McGonagall wanted to struggle, wanted to tear him off herself!
But his legs were wrapped so tightly, like two iron hoops, locking Professor McGonagall's waist deathly tight!
And Jerry's arms were equally filled with irresistible strength!
This little bastard!
Where did he get such great strength?!
Jerry gave her no chance to speak or resist.
He lifted his head.
And kissed her fiercely!
"Mmph!"
Squelch... slurp... squelch...
Sticky, aggressive, blush-inducing water sounds echoed clearly in the silent dormitory!
Professor McGonagall's brain turned completely into mush.
She forgot to resist, forgot to be angry, even forgot where she was.
She could only feel her own saliva being frantically sucked and swallowed by that little bastard uncontrollably.
Then, it was passed back into her mouth by him in an even more domineering way, mixed with his taste...
Professor McGonagall felt like she was suffocating.
Especially doing this right in front of Vera.
Just as her body began to go weak in waves due to lack of oxygen and a strange, sinful pleasure, Jerry finally released her lips, which had long been ravaged by him into a red, swollen, and glistening mess.
A crystal-clear, ambiguous silver thread flashed and broke between their parting lips.
Panting, Jerry pressed his forehead against Professor McGonagall's equally hot forehead. His lips moved to her ear, and in a husky voice audible only to the two of them, yet filled with unquestionable, absolute dominance and authority, he whispered:
"Because before, it was always you, Professor, protecting me."
His hot breath blew on Professor McGonagall's sensitive, already thoroughly red auricle, making her tremble slightly uncontrollably.
"But now..."
The boy's voice paused.
"...It's my turn to protect you, Professor."
After speaking, Jerry released one of the hands circling her neck.
Then, under the gaze of Professor McGonagall's still misty, watery green eyes, he slowly took something out of his seemingly ordinary wizard robe pocket as if performing magic.
It was a brand-new, palm-sized, perfect...
Crystal Golem, composed entirely of the purest crystal and emitting a soft glow.
Besides this, there was another item.
A gold-stamped parchment with the name Rosier written on it.
The bell for the last Charms class of the afternoon rang, its long, echoing chimes announcing the end of another school day.
Groups of wizards poured out of various classrooms like birds returning to their nests, chattering as they merged into the wide stone corridor leading to the Great Hall.
In this bustling crowd, three particularly eye-catching figures stood out.
"Honestly, Isabella, I'm so jealous of you."
Katherine turned her head, her grey eyes glancing at the charming blonde girl beside her. "We still have to memorize that pile of boring spells and potion recipes by heart for the damn N.E.W.T.s.
While you just need to wait elegantly for the graduation ceremony to automatically get the Ministry's 'Adult Wizard Qualification'."
Isabella Avery covered her mouth, letting out a burst of bell-like, coquettish laughter, her beautiful eyes curving triumphantly into two crescents.
"Who made me a natural-born wizard?"
Isabella extended a slender finger, gently curling a strand of her golden hair, her tone full of Versailles-style, sweet trouble: "Those old fogies at the Ministry think it's a waste of resources to let a 'special talent' like me take those rigid exams."
"Hmph, that's too unfair."
Katherine huffed, but the corner of her mouth couldn't help but hook into a smile. "We get dizzy every night in the library with those spell transformation questions assigned by Professor Flitwick, while you get to pass directly without even taking the exam."
"That's not necessarily true!"
Isabella immediately raised her beautiful chin triumphantly, her tone full of Versailles-style "modesty."
"If I were to take the exam seriously, your pressure would be even greater.
Don't forget, Transfiguration in combat is not as simple as turning a teacup into a mouse."
Katherine raised an eyebrow, interested: "Oh?
Are you referring to mutual transformation between non-living objects, or the understanding of the target creature's core essence involving cross-species transformation?"
"Of course the latter!"
Isabella's smile carried a trace of genuine confidence, making her whole person look even more radiant: "Many people think the key to Transfiguration lies in the accuracy of the incantation and the intensity of magic output. But they are all wrong.
The most critical thing is the understanding of 'existence.'
You must completely deconstruct the object you want to transform on a spiritual level, and then use your will to reshape its form and essence.
This requires extremely strong mental power and imagination, and these two points..." She blinked triumphantly, "...happen to be my strengths."
"Sounds somewhat reasonable!"
Katherine nodded thoughtfully. Although she was sharp-tongued, she had a Slytherin respect for true knowledge. "I've been researching recently how to stably transform solid metal into liquid, and maintain its original magic resistance after transformation.
Professor Snape said this involves changing the 'existence base' of matter, not just simple physical form changes.
I tried several times, but the magic resistance of the transformed liquid metal dropped significantly."
"That's for sure!"
Isabella immediately took over: "You can't just think about 'melting' it; you have to think about 'persuading' it, making it believe that it should naturally be a liquid.
You have to erase its core concept of 'solid' from its 'existence' and then implant the new concept of 'liquid.'
This is more like a game on the spiritual level than rough magic infusion."
Just as the three top Slytherin students were passionately discussing advanced Transfiguration theories that even many adult wizards found headache-inducing, they turned the corridor corner amidst their playfulness.
Then, their discussion stopped abruptly.
The boy was alone, leaning quietly against a stone pillar by the window, completely ignoring the curious gazes cast upon him by people coming and going around him.
In Jerry's hand, he was holding a document that looked extremely formal and heavy, made of parchment.
Jerry's gaze moved from the gold-glowing parchment and landed precisely on the three girls belonging to him who were walking toward him.
He didn't move, didn't even change his posture leaning against the pillar, but a message of "mission accomplished" that only they could read flowed from his deep eyes.
He was indeed waiting for them.
When they approached, he didn't speak, just handed over the parchment in his hand.
That line of brilliant, domineering gold-stamped words "Rosier Family Crystal Golem Workshop" was branded into the eyes of the three girls like the most dazzling sun.
After a brief, deathly silence, there was an unsuppressable ecstasy almost boiling over!
"Success..."
A burst of amazing light erupted in Katherine's eyes, which appeared pale brown due to bloodline modification.
"I knew it... I knew you could do it!" Isabella disregarded the gazes around her even more, directly extending her arms to tightly hug Jerry's neck, pressing her full, soft body unreservedly against him.
Jerry let her hug him, patting her soft back gently with his other hand, then his gaze swept over the three faces flushed and incredibly moving due to excitement.
He smiled, his tone as relaxed as if he were just proposing to buy a few quills in Hogsmeade.
"My treat tonight," Jerry said. "Let's go have a big meal."
The Hog's Head Inn at night was, as always, dim and dirty. The air was filled with a unique smell mixed with cheap Firewhisky, damp mold, and indescribable body odors of all sorts of people.
But all this had nothing to do with the most remote and hidden private room on the second floor.
After Jerry generously threw a small bag of Gold Galleons, he obtained the right to use this private room for the whole night without anyone disturbing.
The door of the private room was locked from the inside.
Layers of Silencing Charms and Confundus Charms were casually cast by Jerry on the door panel and walls.
When the last magical halo faded, this small room lit only by a dim oil lamp completely became an... absolute territory belonging to the four of them, isolated from the world, where they could do whatever they wanted.
The atmosphere in the room changed in an instant.
No more disguise or scruples.
"Jerry..."
Isabella was the first to go soft in his arms.
Like a beautiful snake, her whole person hung on Jerry.
That splendid golden hair emitted an alluring fragrance, and in her dark green eyes, at this moment, only a kind of... obsession and adoration remained, sticky and almost dripping water, as if to melt a person completely.
She sat on Jerry's lap, and sideways at that.
In this way, her plump and round buttocks wrapped in Slytherin robes fitted perfectly and seamlessly against Jerry's thigh.
She didn't even need to use her hands; just by the weight of her body and that conscious, subtle, slow grinding, she could clearly feel that through two layers of fabric, the terrifying giant belonging to her little man, completely inconsistent with his age, was awakening, expanding, and hardening at an alarming speed...
"What an... impatient... little thing..."
Isabella's breathing became rapid and hot. She brought her full lips coated with shiny lip gloss to Jerry's ear, murmuring in a suggestive, almost inaudible breathy voice.
Her hand also slid down Jerry's waistline extremely dishonestly.
On the other side, Katherine showed no weakness either.
Katherine didn't sit directly on him like Isabella but chose a more aggressive posture.
Katherine knelt on one knee on the carpet in front of Jerry, raising that cold and beautiful face now written with possessiveness, and hugged Jerry's other leg directly in her arms.
Katherine's pale brown long hair, appearing exceptionally soft and smooth due to bloodline modification, scattered on Jerry's trousers, bringing waves of slightly itchy touch.
Katherine said nothing, just extended her tongue tip and, through that thick layer of fabric, licked provocatively at the place that had already bulged into a huge tent.
"Hiss!"
In that instant, the wet, hot touch penetrating the fabric made Jerry uncontrollably let out a low gasp.
Ophelia's small face, already flushed, turned red almost to the point of bleeding.
Her head with chestnut short hair hung deeply, daring not to look at all.
Comparatively speaking, she could be considered the most innocent of the three.
Jerry's gaze moved away from the two stunners wreaking havoc on him and landed on Ophelia.
He didn't speak, just extended a hand.
Ophelia's body trembled slightly.
Jerry's hand exerted a little force.
Ophelia had no room to resist anymore; her whole person was pulled over by an irresistible force, finally falling to sit at Jerry's feet.
Then, Jerry guided her soft little hand all the way down, finally pressing it on that huge meat-root which was already wet by Katherine's saliva, scalding, and hard as iron!
"!"
Isabella and Katherine, looking at her pure appearance of being shocked and afraid yet with a trace of unconcealable curiosity and desire, involuntarily let out a burst of low laughter full of superiority belonging to "seniors."
"Alright!"
Jerry's voice finally sounded, breaking this ambiguous silence full of desire: "Don't rush yet.
Today, I have something for you."
His words carried an unquestionable magic.
Although somewhat reluctant, Isabella still stood up from his lap.
Katherine also reluctantly let go of the giant she wished she could swallow into her mouth immediately.
Jerry leisurely tidied his clothes.
Then, in front of the three of them, he took out three things from his pocket that seemed like a bottomless pit.
They were three small crystal golems, only palm-sized, looking like exquisite dolls. Their styling was almost exactly the same as the "Perfect Doll +7" completely "annihilated" by Jerry before, only simplified a lot in the complexity of details.
But even the simplified version, the body composed entirely of pure crystal and full of streamlined beauty, as well as the golden runes flowing slowly inside them like a galaxy, still made them look like priceless works of art.
"Crystal Golems!"
Jerry's tone was as flat as if introducing three ordinary stones: "Some time ago, all the high-purity magic crystals and Mithril available in Knockturn Alley were swept away by me, so the materials were only enough to make these three."
He handed the three small golems to the three girls respectively.
"Not reaching the top tier, but they are high-grade.
Sufficient to engage in frontal combat with a fully armed Auror squad.
The reason they don't reach the top tier.
Is simply because I couldn't buy more qualified materials.
However, their strength is sufficient."
Jerry's gaze lingered particularly on the faces of Katherine and Ophelia: "Especially sufficient to let you two pass all practical parts of the N.E.W.T.s easily and safely.
Whether it's Defense Against the Dark Arts or Charms dueling, you just need to activate it, and then, stand behind it."
He looked at the three pairs of beautiful eyes completely frozen in sluggishness because of this sudden, unimaginably valuable gift, and explained:
"I didn't give them to you before because... I hadn't obtained the official license from the Ministry of Magic yet."
"Without a license, alchemical creations of this level, once discovered, would be defined as 'illegal, dangerous dark magic items.'
In that case, not only would it not help you, but it would bring you huge trouble instead."
"But now!" The corner of Jerry's mouth hooked into a faint smile full of absolute confidence, while gently shaking the gold-stamped parchment license still on the table, "It's different."
"From today on, they are no longer some shady taboo creations.
They are... 'personal custom', 'high-grade alchemical guards' produced by 'Rosier Workshop', legal, and can be brought into any examination room openly."
These words, like a magical incantation, instantly hit the softest, most longing places in the hearts of the three girls.
Isabella was the first to recover from the shock.
As a pure-blood young lady of the Sacred Twenty-Eight who was accustomed to various luxurious scenes, she hadn't not seen alchemical creations more precise and powerful than this.
In Isabella's father's collection, there was even a semi-finished gargoyle handed down from the Middle Ages, said to be made by Nicolas Flamel himself.
But those were completely different from this one in hand.
Isabella obsessively rubbed her fingertips gently over the smooth, cold surface of that crystal golem, which seemed to carry his body temperature.
Then, Isabella made a move that surprised the other two girls slightly.
Isabella lifted that small, priceless golem to her full, charming lips coated with shiny lip gloss, and then, like kissing a lover's token, imprinted a wet lip print carrying her fragrance on that cold crystal.
"So nice..." She let out a satisfied, dream-like sigh.
Immediately after, she pulled open the collar of her meticulously ironed Slytherin robe, revealing the lace-trimmed blouse inside, and that snow-white, deep, breathtaking cleavage rising and falling slightly due to excitement.
She unhesitatingly stuffed that crystal golem stained with her lip print and saliva into it.
The cold, hard crystal was instantly wrapped and swallowed seamlessly by those two incredibly soft, warm, and amazingly elastic plump snowy mounds.
Squelch...
A faint, squeezed sound full of erotic meaning.
After doing all this, Isabella reorganized her collar, raised her head again with a lazy and satisfied smile of a cat stealing cream, and looked at Jerry.
Her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of inseparable, sticky mist.
However, unlike Isabella's move full of possessiveness and showing off, Katherine's reaction completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
Katherine quietly held that crystal golem, lowered her head, and stared at it for fully a dozen seconds.
Katherine's pale brown, silky smooth long hair covered her expression, making it impossible to see what she was thinking at this moment.
Katherine could feel what terrifying power was contained in this small golem, enough to make any adult wizard look sideways.
With it, let alone the N.E.W.T.s, even if asked to deal with an adult Norwegian Ridgeback now, she would not be afraid at all.
This was his protection.
The strongest, gentlest shelter he gave.
But...
Katherine slowly raised her head.
In those pale brown eyes, beautiful as a feline's, the previous ecstasy was gone, replaced by an unprecedented, incredibly clear complex light mixed with stubbornness and determination.
Katherine walked up to Jerry holding that golem.
Then, under the puzzled gazes of Isabella and Ophelia, she extended her hands and resolutely stuffed this gift, enough to drive the entire wizarding world crazy, back into Jerry's hands.
"I don't want it."
Katherine's voice wasn't loud but unusually clear; every word seemed to have been carefully considered.
Jerry didn't speak, just raised an eyebrow and looked at her.
Katherine met his gaze without flinching.
She took a step forward, almost pressing against him, then stood on tiptoe and brought her soft lips to his ear.
Katherine used that exclusive address full of humiliation and submission, used only when the two of them were alone.
"Little lecherous master..."
Katherine's breath carried a trace of trembling, yet was incredibly hot.
Katherine's hands slid up along Jerry's arms, finally circling his neck.
Her body also seamlessly pressed against him.
Katherine could clearly feel that huge meat-root, which remained high due to their teasing just now, pressing against her soft lower abdomen hard like a branding iron through two layers of fabric. That familiar presence full of aggression made Katherine's legs go somewhat soft subconsciously.
"I don't want this..."
Katherine continued to murmur in his ear, her voice carrying a nasal tone like a kitten acting spoiled that she didn't even notice herself: "What I want to be is a companion and assistant who can fight alongside you... your 'claw' and 'blade' that can help you deal with those shady, troublesome things... not a... vase that only hides behind you and needs you to protect with this kind of thing."
"So..."
Katherine raised her head, her pale brown eyes flashing with unquestionable, proud light, "Even for the N.E.W.T.s, I will pass them openly and squarely with my own power.
I want to let you, let everyone see, that I, Katherine, am not your appendage.
I am qualified to stand by your side... not... behind you."
This was the last and most stubborn persistence and pride belonging to Katherine, this little kitten.
And Ophelia's reaction was completely different from the former two.
Ophelia didn't even carefully study the structure of that golem, nor did she think about its value.
The moment that cold, heavy crystal golem was placed in her trembling palm, Ophelia's tears could no longer be held back, bursting out of her eyes.
Ophelia didn't cry out loud, just silently letting those two rows of scalding, crystal tears slide down her cheeks, which were blushed red like ripe apples.
Ophelia's parents also gave Ophelia some things to get through the N.E.W.T.s, but compared to this expensive crystal magic item in hand, they were simply not worth mentioning.
How could Ophelia not be moved?
That gratitude and happiness, like a bursting dam, completely washed away the last dyke in Ophelia's heart named "shame" and "reserve."
Ophelia, like a docile kitten ready to serve its master, moved forward a few steps on her knees, arriving between Jerry's legs.
The smile on Isabella's face became richer and more full of the meaning of watching a good show.
While Katherine, who had been watching with arms crossed, frowned slightly, a complex light mixed with disdain and vigilance flashing in her eyes.
Ophelia's body was trembling violently.
But her movements showed no hesitation.
Click.
A light sound, like the sound of her reason breaking.
Then, she unzipped his casual trousers.
In the next second, a huge meat-root, hideous, ferocious, and making one's legs weak just by looking at it, completely disproportionate to Jerry's body which still carried a boyish leanness, popped out with a snap!
Finally, Ophelia moved.
As if having made up some kind of determination, she slowly, slowly leaned forward.
Ophelia's chestnut short hair hung down smoothly, gently scratching Jerry's lower abdomen, bringing waves of slightly itchy, heart-palpitating touch.
She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly like butterfly wings.
Ophelia opened her eyes; in those eyes already soaked with tears and desire, a light bordering on fanaticism flashed!
She hesitated no more, opened her small, cherry-like mouth, and then, took a bite, engulfing it!
"Mmph...!"
Her mouth was too small.
And his giant object was too big, too hideous.
Just the head alone had already stuffed her small, soft oral cavity full, leaving not a single gap!
Her tender cheeks even slightly caved in due to this rough invasion!
She felt like she could hardly breathe!
But she didn't stop.
Ophelia began to use her raw, clumsy skills to try hard to please and serve this giant object that made her both respectful and afraid.
Ophelia used her soft tongue to constantly lick and curl around it; she used her hot oral cavity walls to constantly wrap and suck...
Squelch... slurp... squelch...
Soon, bursts of sticky, wet water sounds full of erotic meaning echoed clearly and ambiguously in this silent, isolated private room.
That was the most beautiful... movement produced by mixing Ophelia's saliva with his constantly overflowing pre-fluid.