The train rhythmically clattered on the tracks, the carriage swaying slightly with the motion. Outside the window, light and shadow rapidly alternated, flickering in Narcissa's unfocused vision as the train passed through a series of dense mountain tunnels. Each brief moment of darkness amplified the presence of the foreign object deep inside her body. Each burst of light at the end of a tunnel felt like a merciless judgment.
Finally, as the train burst out of the last stretch of darkness, the external scenery became bizarre and fantastical. Two moons, one large and silver-white, the other small and faint-purple, hung high above the velvety night sky. Their radiance spilled down, bathing the vast, endless ocean below in a dreamlike pink hue.
As this strange landscape unfolded, the rolling "rumble" of a trolley and a clear jingling sound were heard from the distant carriage corridor, approaching steadily and unhurriedly.
"Jingle!"
This realization flashed a moment of clarity through Narcissa's muddled mind, followed by overwhelming panic. She struggled to sit up, but her body was too weak and disobedient from the extreme, inhuman climax she had just experienced.
Jerry, however, remained exceptionally calm. The warm white fluid still clung to his face, but he merely wiped it away with a finger, then pulled out his wand and gave a gentle flick towards himself and the seat beneath Narcissa. A silent Scourgify Charm instantly cleaned away all sticky, suspicious traces of liquid, as if nothing had happened.
"Hurry, Madame Malfoy!" he said in a flat tone that belied his age. "I don't think you want her to see you like this."
The sentence was like an injection of adrenaline into Narcissa's body. She fumbled desperately, pulling a conservatively styled dark green wizarding robe from her luggage. Her fingers were shaky, missing the slick fabric several times. She could vividly feel the mithril plug still deeply embedded in her rear. That cold, heavy, and alien presence was unmistakably rubbing against her most sensitive inner walls with every movement she made.
There was no time. Narcissa knew it was absolutely impossible to remove the object before the witch pulled open the compartment door. She gritted her teeth, enduring the humiliation and the object's warmth-inducing presence, quickly pulling the clean robe over her body to cover the wreckage of her state. Narcissa didn't even bother to tidy her scattered blonde hair, merely ran a hand through it, then took several deep breaths, forcing herself to sit up straight and adopt a dignified posture. Only her eyes were filled with venomous hatred and all the fury of a trampled pure-blood noble.
Narcissa wanted to flay him with her gaze, wanting Jerry to pay a thousandfold for everything she was currently enduring. Yet, facing Narcissa's murderous stare, Jerry showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he curled his lips into a wicked smirk, utterly inappropriate for his age and full of malicious humor.
"The damned little pervert!"
By the time Narcissa had barely composed herself, Jerry was already leisurely seated by the window, appearing to be nothing more than an eleven-year-old boy quietly enjoying the view. His profile looked soft and harmless in the light filtering through the window.
With a rumbling sound, the train exited the last long tunnel. The view ahead opened up dramatically. The endless, pink-crystal-covered mountains were gone, replaced by a vast, boundless pink ocean that shimmered with a soft glow. The water sparkled. Some wizards in waterproof robes stood on enormous, floating platforms resembling lily pads, waving wands, apparently cultivating some kind of marine plant life.
Just then, with a "shhh-lak," the compartment door was slid open.
"Would you like some snacks, dears?" the Trolley Witch pushed her small cart, offering a kindly smile. Her gaze swept the compartment, seeing a dignified noblewoman and a young wizard opposite her, curiously watching the scenery outside. Everything appeared perfectly normal.
"Oh, you've arrived just in time!" the witch enthusiastically introduced. "We just passed the Whispering Mountains, and now you're seeing the 'Sea of Dreams.' Those wizards are cultivating 'Sweetheart Seaweed,' the main ingredient for the 'Strawberry Ice Cream' flavor of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans!"
Narcissa managed to force a polite smile, but only she knew the agony her body was in. The slight tremor of the moving train caused the cold mithril plug inside her to generate a subtle, persistent friction. This sensation made her fidget, her gluteal muscles instinctively tightening, which in turn squeezed the foreign object harder, triggering a new wave of stimulation that made her blush. She could feel her cheeks growing hot, and a shameful new dampness beginning to seep out from deep within her body.
"I'll take a box of Chocolate Frogs." Jerry turned back, speaking in a clear, childish voice. He took the snack the witch handed him, then turned back to continue watching the pink ocean outside, seemingly unaware and uncaring of what was happening inside Madame Malfoy's body.
"Just one box? All right, young sir, that's five Knuts. How generous of you!" The Trolley Witch smiled warmly, placed the silver coins into her money bag, and then told the two passengers, "Up ahead is the Blazing Wasteland, entering the next world. It might be a little bumpy, so please be careful, distinguished guests!"
The witch's voice seemed to carry an omen. As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of cool airflow emanated from deep within Narcissa's buttocks. The sensation was not external cold, but a strange chill that seeped out from the core of the mithril plug inside her. It began as a faint wisp, but quickly the coolness, carrying a subtle yet continuous pushing force, blew against her gluteal cleft, her inner thighs, and the hem of her wizarding robe, which was tightly pressed against her tender vulva.
Her body stiffened abruptly, and a terrifying thought flashed through her mind: the emerald gem set in the plug had been enchanted with a wind-based spell! The breeze, carrying a cold moisture, leaked outward from the expanded anal entrance. It glided along the seams of her undergarments, slowly caressing her private area, which was now extraordinarily sensitive and swollen from the previous violation. What broke her further was that this "wind" also mischievously blew upward. The hem of her wizarding robe was gently lifted by this internal, perverse current. Although the movement was slight, it was distinctly felt in her current state of heightened alertness. Each subtle friction between the fabric and her skin was accompanied by an electrical surge of numbness that shot up her spine, causing her body, already trembling from the foreign object, to shiver uncontrollably.
She could feel that the plug inside her body now possessed a life of its own. Driven by the breeze, every slight chill and rub was coaxing the residual desire deep within her body. Beneath the wind-lifted hem of her skirt, her hidden vulva stirred. Uncontrollable warm currents began to surge out again, re-wetting the seat below, which had just been cleaned, and her robes, which barely covered the critical area.
Narcissa desperately clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, trying to use the pain to resist the humiliation and titillation coming from within her own body. Her cheeks were flushed unnaturally red with shame, yet they were slightly pale from the cold sensation.
The witch finally closed the door and pushed her cart further away. The compartment door, which blocked the outside view, slid shut with a "shhh-lak," and the last chime of the bell faded down the corridor.
This sound was like a signal. Narcissa could no longer tolerate the cold and restless airflow within her. She abandoned all pretense of aristocratic composure, anxiously shifting her body on the seat. One hand, slightly trembling, reached behind her, trying to reach out and touch! To pull out! The source of her breakdown.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the cold metal end, the seat beside her dipped slightly. Jerry had moved from the opposite seat at some point and was sitting right next to her. He tore open the Chocolate Frog wrapper. A chocolate frog, magically animated, immediately let out a "croak" and hopped out of his hand, leaping around the compartment.
The boy paid no attention to the escaped snack. He simply extended one hand and, with utter non-chalance, pressed down on Narcissa's wrist, which was reaching behind her. His hand was small, smooth-skinned, and carried the warmth characteristic of a child, but the force was irresistible.
"Don't rush, Madame Malfoy!" Jerry's voice was still flat, as if stating the most ordinary fact. "The real show is just beginning."
The moment the words fell, a faint "buzz" sounded from inside the mithril plug in Narcissa's rear. Immediately following, a weak yet distinct electric current was released from the tip of the plug, instantly spreading throughout her entire body. It wasn't pain, but a more torturous, bone-deep numbness.
"Ah..." An irrepressible moan escaped her lips. Her body arched up uncontrollably, her back lifting off the seat. All her muscles contracted from the sudden electrocution. The current seemed to have a will of its own, precisely locating every sensitive nerve inside her. She felt her lower body was completely paralyzed, with only the pleasure brought by the current continuously accumulating and escalating. The wind charm inside her had not stopped; instead, it became more active with the addition of the electricity. The cold breeze, mixed with the numb-inducing current, attacked her most vulnerable spot simultaneously, from both inside and out.
The Chocolate Frog hopped wildly inside the compartment, each landing making a soft "thump." Narcissa's body twitched and convulsed uncontrollably on the seat following the rhythm of the current. Her long legs, encased in black sheer, kicked out aimlessly in front of her. The hem of her robe had long been blown up to her waist by the perverse wind, exposing the now-damp seat beneath. Her high heels, which she had just put back on, had again been flung somewhere.
Jerry's gaze did not linger on her wanton state. Instead, he looked at her half-open, lavish suitcase. Inside, besides a few spare garments, various items with a magical sheen were casually piled: a miniature self-targeting crossbow, several bottles of different colored potions, and even a folded piece of parchment with a faint glow around the edges, which looked like a map.
Indeed, this woman's true purpose for riding this train was not merely to send her son off to Hogwarts.
The electrical stimulation finally lessened slightly. Narcissa gained a moment of respite. She used all her strength to lift her face, flushed red with desire and humiliation. She demanded hoarsely, "What... what exactly... do you want?"
"What do I want?" Jerry smiled. His smile was innocent and pure, but his words made Narcissa's heart plummet: "To play an interesting game with the beautiful Madame Malfoy, of course."
He released Narcissa's restrained hand and pulled a heavy money bag filled with Galleons from his pocket, placing it on the seat between them with a "clatter." Then, pointing at the still-hopping Chocolate Frog, he slowly said:
"The rules are simple. We're going to guess how many times this frog will jump before it completely melts. You guess first. If you guess correctly, I'll give you one Galleon. Collect ten, and I'll take the plug out. But if you guess wrong..."
He deliberately paused, watching Narcissa's pupils contract with unease, the smile on his face growing wider.
"If you guess wrong, that little toy inside your body will vibrate and release an electric charge. And the number of charges... will be equal to the actual number of the frog's jumps. What do you say? Fair enough?"
This supposedly "fair" game was a humiliation more profound than direct violence for Narcissa. Her rationality and dignity screamed in protest, but her body was paralyzed by the presence of the wicked device inside her.
"You dare not... I absolutely will not..." She squeezed the words through clenched teeth, trying to mask her fear with pure-blood arrogance.
Jerry seemed to have anticipated her reaction. He didn't even look at her petty defiance, his lips merely curved in that malicious smile. The ring on his finger flashed a red light.
"Buzz!"
The mithril plug was activated once more. This time, the current's intensity was far more violent than any previous instance. Narcissa's refusal was instantly replaced by a sharp, suppressed shriek caught in her throat. Her body was drained of all strength, suddenly falling backward. The hand reaching for her wand dropped limply. She felt as though she had been thrown into a net woven of electricity; every nerve in her body was screaming.
Just then, the Chocolate Frog hopping around the compartment seemed to be guided by something. With a "thump," it accurately landed on Narcissa's heaving chest.
"See, it couldn't wait." Jerry chuckled, his pale, boyish hand roughly pulled apart the dark green wizarding robe that Narcissa had just fastened. The robes slid to both sides, revealing a scandalous sight beneath: her once-expensive lace brassiere was completely shredded, the scraps of fabric failing to cover the two mounds of snow-white fullness. The swell of her breasts was crisscrossed with large, mottled bruises—the handiwork Jerry had left moments ago, like a canvas wantonly abused. And from the tips of the two buds, hardened like jewels from the electrical stimulation, a shameful, milky fluid was uncontrollably seeping out due to the extreme pleasure surging from deep within her body. The liquid slowly trickled down the full curve, reeking of lewdness and depravity.
The Chocolate Frog squatted amidst this mess, coated with her body temperature and fluids, seemingly mocking her current predicament.
"Six jumps." Narcissa's voice was barely a whisper. It was less a guess than a humiliating compliance with a procedure that had to be completed. She looked at the fluid-stained chocolate creation on her chest, her body trembling in anticipation of the impending torture.
Jerry heard the number and laughed merrily. The sound was clear and pleasant, like any eleven-year-old boy who had received a fascinating new toy, but to Narcissa's ears, it was harsher than the devil's whisper.
"Game on," he announced softly.
As if given a command, the Chocolate Frog kicked its hind legs, leaping from beneath Narcissa's collarbone onto the ample whiteness of her left breast.
"Thump." A soft sound. The cold chocolate made contact with warm skin.
"One," Jerry counted softly nearby.
The frog jumped again, landing on the right breast.
"Thump."
"Two."
It continued to hop across the skin, which was particularly sensitive from the electrical stimulation. With every landing, Narcissa's body flinched. The cold touch and the sticky fluid left fleeting marks across her chest.
Three, four...
As the frog made its fifth leap, arching a small curve in the air, its magic seemed to expire.
"Splat!"
It was no longer a living creature. Mid-air, it dissolved into a pool of warm, semi-melted chocolate paste, landing squarely and unflatteringly on the still-erect bud closer to Jerry's side.
Narcissa looked at the dark brown smudge, then at Jerry's expression of "what a shame." She opened her mouth to say something—perhaps a defense, perhaps a curse. But she couldn't utter a single word.
"Buzz!"
The mithril plug inside her body delivered its punishment as promised. Gale-force wind and electricity erupted simultaneously, more violently than ever before.
"Ah-ugh..." A broken whimper was squeezed from the depths of her throat. Her waist arched sharply upward, her back entirely leaving the seat. Her body formed a shameful, spasmodic bridge over the cushion.
And Jerry, while she was incoherent from the extreme pleasure, slowly lowered his still-young head. Like a hungry child, he opened his mouth and accurately enclosed the bud completely covered in chocolate paste, along with the residual moisture from Narcissa herself, sucking vigorously.
"Chocolate definitely tastes better with milk." Jerry said muffledly, releasing Narcissa's assaulted nipple.
Narcissa's body trembled slightly from the recently concluded surge of electricity, her mind still blank. The second round quickly began, followed by the third.
To Narcissa, whose senses were increasingly blurred by the stimulation, she couldn't recall how many rounds had passed. Each time, she lost miserably. The mithril plug inside administered continuous blasts of wind and electric shocks, causing every cell in her body to collapse in extreme shame and pleasure.
She looked at Jerry's playful smile, a profound despair rising within her. She knew the boy had no intention of letting her win; this "game" was merely another method of torture. She had nearly reached climax several times, every inch of her skin screaming exhaustion and numbness, yet unable to truly relax due to the non-stop stimulation. A mixed emotion of humiliation and surrender washed over her.
Giving up the struggle, she reached out recklessly, grabbed a Chocolate Frog from the money bag beside the seat, tore the wrapper off crudely, and shoved it directly into her already numb mouth. The sweet, magical candy instantly dissolved, seemingly replenishing her dwindling strength.
Jerry just watched her. He didn't rush her, merely playing with another Chocolate Frog, letting it hop repeatedly in his pale palm.
"It seems Madame Malfoy is tired of playing." He chuckled, his voice carrying a hint of casual mockery.
He abruptly reached out and roughly pulled apart the lower hem of Narcissa's robe, which was soaked through with fluid. The robe was utterly drenched, clinging stickily between her legs. As the robe was completely pulled back, the pulsating cleft, convulsing from the electricity, was exposed. It was wet, swollen, and secreting an endless flow of fluid.
The Chocolate Frog, hopping in Jerry's palm, seemed to receive a command. It leaped straight toward Narcissa's intimate core, which was swollen from shame and desire. The cold chocolate contacted her sensitive skin, the sudden, intense stimulus making her arch violently. An almost instinctive whimper escaped her lips.
Jerry used his thumb and forefinger to precisely pin the wriggling frog, pressing it onto Narcissa's clitoris. Then, he leaned down, his nose nearly touching her hair.
"Madame Malfoy!" his voice was low and clear, devoid of any childish innocence. "Tell me, what exactly is your purpose for coming to Hogwarts this time?"
He applied slight pressure with his fingers. The clitoris, under the obstruction of the frog, experienced a more intense pressure and stimulation, making Narcissa's entire body tense yet immobile.
"Those things in your luggage!" Jerry whispered in her ear, every word like a cold knife, precisely piercing Narcissa's inner turmoil. "The miniature crossbow, the potions, and that live map—enough to start a small wizarding war in the Forbidden Forest, wouldn't you say?"
He paused, allowing her to fully feel the soul-shaking threat, alongside the pleasure and agony from the Chocolate Frog repeatedly pressing and rubbing her intimate area.
"I want... to know your true purpose." He spoke again, his tone carrying an unquestionable command. "Tell me now."
The Chocolate Frog pressed against her most sensitive spot bounced up and down due to the train's jostling, each movement delivering a staggering jolt of pleasure. Facing Jerry's interrogation, Narcissa squeezed her eyes shut, her teeth clenching tightly, trying to suppress the shameful moans deep in her throat.
"Playing tough?"
"Then we'll see if Madame Malfoy's mouth is just as hard!"
"Boom!"
The train plunged into a pitch-black tunnel again. Absolute darkness enveloped everything, amplifying all the sensations inside her body. The wind and electricity from the plug, and the pressure from the Chocolate Frog on her front, became unbearably clear.
After an unknown duration, when light surged back into the compartment, the scenery outside had undergone a dramatic change. The pink ocean had vanished, replaced by a vast plain shimmering with a dark red firelight. Cracked, charred earth stretched out, and in the distance, continuous volcanoes sporadically spewed smoke and lava. More bizarrely, huge balls of flame were slowly moving across the plain. Only as the train drew closer did it become clear they weren't flames at all, but giant sheep, the size of elephants. They were completely engulfed in roaring fire, and through the flames, one could faintly discern dark, rock-like skin beneath.
"Clang!"
With a loud noise, something seemed to lock the coupling between the carriages. Immediately after, an old, agitated voice came over the train's loudspeaker: "Everyone return to your compartments immediately! The doors are locking! Damn it, why are there so many Blazing Giantsheep here?"
At the moment the announcement aired, Jerry's body froze. Every trace of the playful smile vanished from his face. He understood.
The expression on Jerry's face shifted subtly yet completely in that instant. The boyish cruelty and malice receded like a tide, replaced by a cold focus utterly unsuited to his age.
He slowly withdrew the hand that was pressing the Chocolate Frog, letting the mass of semi-melted, sticky chocolate slide from Narcissa's private area, slowly seeping into the depths of her cleft. Simultaneously, Narcissa felt the mithril plug inside her, which had been driving her mad, go completely silent after a faint hum. The continuous current and wind stopped. This sudden peace caused goosebumps to erupt on her body from the sheer lack of accustomed sensation.
"It seems!" Jerry spoke, his voice steady and devoid of any emotion, as if he were a completely different person from the boy who had just sucked at her breast and relished her moans. "The intermission is over. The real business has begun."
Jerry's gaze retracted from the burning Giantsheep outside the window, settling on Narcissa. It was a new appraisal, devoid of any desire, only pure, cold calculation. His eyes swept over her ravaged chest and her fluid-soaked robes. Finally, they landed precisely on her suitcase containing various magical artifacts.
"Your trip preparations are quite thorough, Madame Malfoy!" Jerry said slowly, in a typically ironic British tone. "One might think you anticipated encountering some trouble."
The moment he finished speaking, the entire train gave a sudden jolt. The violent bump sent Narcissa uncontrollably lunging forward, nearly colliding with Jerry. Outside the window, the Blazing Giantsheep, which had been leisurely wandering the plain, seemed enraged by the train's noise. They uniformly turned and, in the next second, transformed into burning torrents, charging toward the speeding train.
These Blazing Giantsheep were unique magical creatures native to this wasteland. Their meat was exceptionally delicious and highly nutritious, but their living conditions were extremely harsh, allowing them to survive only in such hot, volcanic regions. Therefore, despite being a delicacy, few people had managed to successfully domesticate them.
Jerry noticed that beneath the flickering flames, each Giantsheep's skin was branded with a prominent, constantly shifting magical mark, clearly the sign of some large wizarding farm. They should not have been here, far from the farm fences. These creatures were known for being aggressive and extremely easily angered, and a high-speed, noisy steel creation was undoubtedly the perfect target for them to attack. Despite their inability to use complex magic, their immense, elephant-like bodies and the searing fire engulfing them were enough to pose a fatal threat to the train.