Dinner today was sumptuous; in fact, the food at Hogwarts had always been excellent. The aromas of roast chicken, steak, meat pies, boiled potatoes, and various vegetables mingled together, wafting through the Great Hall. The chatter of the students grew lively as well.
Jerry methodically cut a piece of steak drizzled with gravy, but his gaze drifted inconspicuously toward the staff table. There were several unfamiliar faces there tonight. They were three men and women dressed in dark, meticulously tailored robes, their expressions solemn—a stark contrast to the relatively relaxed atmosphere of the Hogwarts professors. Each wore a silver badge representing the Ministry of Magic on their chest. They were speaking in low tones with Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Selena, their eyes occasionally sweeping across the student tables.
As Jerry observed them silently, a hesitant, low voice came from beside him.
"They are Ministry Aurors!"
It was Isabella. She looked straight at her own plate, but her body leaned slightly toward Jerry. She spoke in a volume only the two of them could hear: "They're here to investigate the attack on the Hogwarts Express."
Katherine, who was twirling a small scoop of mashed potatoes with her fork, paused mid-motion. She glanced at Isabella with surprise. Katherine knew her roommate's personality all too well. Isabella was a typical haughty pure-blood with immense pride; she usually looked down on younger students. Moreover, just a few days ago, Katherine had watched Jerry ruthlessly pin this seventh-year prefect to the floor. At the time, Isabella had been wearing nothing but a translucent silk nightgown, not even underwear. That level of humiliation should have made her hate Jerry to her core.
Yet now, instead of seeking revenge, she was acting like an accomplice, proactively providing Jerry with critical intelligence. This sudden shift in attitude was so abrupt and abnormal that even Katherine felt a flicker of confusion and shock.
Jerry did not immediately respond to Isabella's overture. He merely caught her in his peripheral vision, showing neither gratitude nor rejection. It was a cold, almost indifferent attitude, as if what she had just said was nothing more than an insignificant whisper in the wind.
This lukewarm reaction made Isabella's heart feel as though it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. Under the influence of the enchanted necklace, the urge to be close to Jerry had blossomed within her. But now, being ignored by him—coupled with her pride as a pure-blood noble and a seventh-year prefect—made it unbearable to be so proactive in fawning over a junior, especially after being so shamed by him. This intense internal conflict made her restless. Her cheeks flushed from suppressed emotion, and her knuckles turned white from gripping her cutlery.
Just as a strange silence fell over this small section of the table, the sharp click of high heels broke the quiet. Professor Selena had left the staff table at some point and was now walking toward the Slytherin table with an elegant yet oppressive stride. Her sharp gaze, framed by gold-rimmed glasses, first swept over the fidgeting Pansy Parkinson.
"Miss Parkinson, stand up," Selena commanded, her tone brook no argument.
Pansy jumped, unsure of what she had done wrong, but she hurriedly stood up from her seat, looking nervously at the powerful new professor. Selena didn't spare her a second glance; her gaze locked entirely onto Jerry. Her lips curled into a playful arc that carried a trace of icy killing intent.
"Let's go," she said, her voice lazy and husky, enunciating every word. "The boy genius of the Rozier family!"
The Great Hall fell silent instantly, all eyes focused on Selena and Jerry. However, Selena's gaze didn't stop at Jerry. Her sharp eyes swept across the Gryffindor table, the Ravenclaw table... Following her orders, more freshmen, both boys and girls, stood up tremblingly from their seats. They all shared one thing in common: they were witnesses to the attack on the Hogwarts Express.
"All students who were on that train, follow me."
Selena's voice echoed in the silent hall. With a wave of her hand, an invisible force guided these freshmen out of the warm hall and into an empty classroom nearby.
The classroom was dimly lit by a few oil lamps. In the center stood a Seer dressed in purple robes, with a giant eye growing in the middle of his forehead. The eye had no pupil, only a chaotic gray mass, but it emitted a ghostly light that chilled the heart. Ministry officials and several professors stood solemnly on both sides; the atmosphere was grave and suffocating.
Every student brought in was required to walk up to the Seer. He would stare into their eyes, chanting under his breath, and then a pale green light would envelop the student. This was the Ministry's Lie-Detection Curse, capable of exposing the deepest lies.
Jerry was placed in the middle of the line. He calmly watched as the students ahead of him were tested. Some turned pale, others broke into a sweat, but without exception, all were made deeply uncomfortable by the Seer's chaotic eye. Before long, it was Pansy's turn.
"Miss Parkinson," Professor McGonagall's voice rang out.
Pansy's body jerked visibly. She practically scrambled to her feet, her face even paler than before. Her legs felt weak, like stepping on cotton, as she made the seemingly endless walk to the center of the room. She didn't dare look at anyone, especially not in Jerry's direction; she could feel his calm gaze like a cold knife pressed against her back.
She stood before the Seer. The pupil-less gray eye just stared at her, making her want to burst into tears. The incantation began, and the pale green light shrouded her.
"State your name and year," the Seer's voice echoed directly in her mind.
"Pansy Parkinson... Slytherin, first year..." her voice broke with a sob.
Everyone present assumed this was the normal reaction of a terrified young witch. Even Selena watched with interest, seemingly evaluating how different students reacted under pressure.
"What were you doing when the attack occurred?"
Pansy's mind was a mess, but survival instinct made her grasp a lifeline: she didn't need to lie. Jerry hadn't placed any memory charms on her; everything in her mind had actually happened. She just needed to... cut out the parts involving Jerry. Her fear didn't come from the Seer or the officials, but from the quiet first-year standing in line. This more lethal fear actually made her responses seem "genuine."
"I... I was talking to Draco in the compartment... then it got chaotic outside... I saw a group of people in black robes and masks burst in... they attacked students with spells, it was terrifying..." As she spoke, she genuinely sobbed at the memory of the bloody scene, her body shaking. The green light surrounding her remained stable and pure.
"Did you see any student casualties? Or did you see any student inflict lethal damage on the attackers?" a Ministry official pressed.
The question hit Pansy like a hammer. She remembered the wizard Jerry had disintegrated; she remembered those cold eyes that viewed life as garbage. The massive fear nearly made her faint, but that very fear became her best disguise.
"I don't know... I don't know..." She shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face. "I was too scared... I hid under the seat, I didn't dare look at anything... I only heard screaming and explosions... I didn't see anything... please, stop asking..."
Her performance perfectly portrayed a terrified girl who knew nothing. Her pain, her tears, and her fear were all genuine reactions. The Seer's eye flickered; he sensed pure, trauma-based fear, not the guilt of a hidden lie. After a few seconds, he waved her away.
"Next."
The green light vanished, and Pansy, feeling like she'd received a stay of execution, nearly collapsed. She didn't look back, stumbling to the back of the line to crouch in a corner, sobbing into her arms. She had passed, but she knew the secret between her and that demon was now even more secure.
Soon, it was Jerry's turn. "Mr. Rozier, please step forward," McGonagall said.
Jerry walked calmly to the Seer, looking up at the giant gray eye. The Seer took a deep breath, smelling of decaying herbs. He focused on Jerry and began a long, ancient chant in a low, raspy voice. A pale green light, stronger than before, instantly enveloped Jerry.
"Tell us, on the train, what did you see? What did you hear?" The Seer's voice was ethereal, resonating in Jerry's heart.
Jerry looked directly into the giant eye without flinching. He began to recount methodically: "I was in a private compartment. I heard the commotion outside but didn't dare leave the carriage. Therefore, I saw nothing."
Every word was clear and steady. The Seer's forehead wrinkled with the effort of probing, his gray eye clouding further. He increased the magical pressure; the green light brightened, trying to pierce Jerry's mind. However, the light remained pure. This meant everything Jerry said was the truth.
The Seer pushed harder, asking a deeper question: "Did you personally kill any of the attackers?"
Jerry didn't change his expression, his eyes even showing a hint of childish innocence. "No. I hadn't even started school yet. How could I kill powerful attackers?"
The light flashed again, but the result remained the same. The Seer withdrew the spell, tiredly rubbing his temples. He signaled that Jerry could leave. Jerry shrugged, not looking at anyone, but sneered inwardly. Detect lies? He felt the ring on his finger. To prevent mental intrusion and lie detection, Jerry had long ago used his Synthesis Ability to create this ring. He hadn't expected to use it so soon.
Just as Jerry turned to leave, Selena's sharp, lazy voice rang out again. "Stop."
Jerry halted and turned to face the woman. Selena pushed up her gold glasses, her eyes sharp as a hawk's, but her lips wore a playful smirk.
"Mr. Rozier!" she said loudly enough for the whole room to hear. "Are you wealthy?"
The question was so sudden that the officials and professors looked confused. They were investigating a terrorist attack; why ask about a student's finances? Jerry didn't answer, simply waiting for her to continue.
Selena had clearly gotten information from Cassandra, and perhaps even checked Jerry's spending records at Diagon Alley. She took two steps forward, the rhythmic click of her heels echoing.
"I remember," Selena said with a deliberate drawl, "my colleague, Ms. Mina, mentioned you." She was referring to the Auror captain. "She said you were a destitute child, very poor. So poor that she personally funded the purchase of your school robes."
She paused, locking her gaze on Jerry's face. "So, I must ask," her voice turned cold, the playfulness replaced by an interrogation: "Why do your transaction records in Diagon Alley show that you are... exceptionally wealthy?"
Facing the aggressive questioning and the scrutinizing gazes of the officials, Jerry showed no panic. He reached into the inner pocket of his robes and pulled out a thick bundle of parchment. Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, he unfolded the documents, revealing yellowed land deeds and contracts stamped with magical seals.
"Madam Director, you are correct," his voice was steady. "Before I received my Hogwarts letter, I was indeed destitute." He placed the deeds on an empty table. "The Rozier family has been in decline for a long time, but that doesn't mean our past glory or our... claims... simply vanished."
Jerry's gaze swept over the adults. "Many wizarding families owed my family debts, large and small. When I was thought to be a Squib with no heir, they conveniently forgot those debts." He paused to let them digest the info. "But when I received the Hogwarts invite, the news spread quickly through pure-blood circles. It meant the Roziers had a new heir. Thus, those shrewd debtors chose this time to 'return' the long-overdue payments and properties to me, the future Head of House."
He shrugged with a sarcastic smile. "So yes, I became wealthy suddenly. But this wealth—every Knut of it—is legitimate and belongs to the Rozier family."
The explanation was flawless and logical. The Seer's eye swept over him again; the residual magic detected no falsehood. Selena stared at him for a long time, trying to find a crack in his mask, but she failed. She finally withdrew her oppressive aura.
"A good explanation, Mr. Rozier," she said, her tone unreadable. "You may go."
Jerry nodded politely and left the suffocating room. He had survived the interrogation with his preparation and eloquence. However, deep in his mind, the system notification didn't show "Completed." This meant Cassandra's suspicion hadn't truly been erased. It wasn't over.
Once the last freshman had left, the door was shut, sealing the room. The atmosphere grew even heavier. The Seer collapsed into a chair, wiping sweat from his brow.
Professor McGonagall's face finally broke its composure. "Professor Selena!" her voice was cold and hard. "I cannot fathom why the Ministry's Seers would conclude that a 'boy' was the killer of those trained Aurors." She sneered. "Are the Ministry Aurors so weak now that they cannot handle an underage boy? Or is it!" She paused, her words like ice picks. "That you are using this investigation for your own personal agenda?"
"Minerva..." Dumbledore started, intending to play peacemaker.
However, Selena laughed first—a light, mocking, weary laugh. "Professor McGonagall! If our Seers were accurate every single time, we wouldn't have lost the border wars against dark creatures so badly."
McGonagall's face shifted slightly.
"A prophecy is just a direction, a possibility, not a fixed fact." Selena walked forward and traced a finger over the student list. "That is why we need to check and recheck."
Dumbledore's eyes flickered with complex emotion as he looked at Selena. The legendary Headmaster sighed and said with authority: "Then I hope this is the last time. Professor Selena, Hogwarts is a school, not a Ministry interrogation room. Education and safety are our priorities."
Jerry walked out into the bright light of the hall, squinting slightly. His eyes immediately found Cassandra waiting nearby. When their eyes met, Cassandra's pupils constricted. Seeing Jerry walk out unscathed, with a look of polite calm as if he'd only answered simple questions, made her face freeze.
He passed? He passed the Ministry's lie detection and a Seer's probe? How?
Cassandra's mind was in turmoil, but she maintained her exterior. She looked away quickly, pretending to care about other students, though her pale fingers betrayed her panic. Her heart sank; her last hope was gone. If Jerry wasn't a dark wizard, the bounty Selena promised was a pipe dream. And without that money, she couldn't pay her boyfriend's allowance next month.
A vicious, desperate thought began to grow. Since one path was blocked, she had to take another...
Cassandra's gaze, cold and calculating, fell upon Katherine. Katherine was her best friend; she knew all of Katherine's secrets, including how she was being "kept" by Jerry. Bitterness, mixed with jealousy and guilt, welled up.
Sorry, Katherine, she thought. Just one hush-money payment. Enough to solve everything. If Katherine wouldn't give it, she'd expose it. She'd let everyone know how the Slytherin sub-prefect had willingly become a plaything for a first-year. She knew this would destroy their friendship, but between her boyfriend and a friend, she had no choice.
Cassandra reached into the pocket of her robes for her black cigarette case and her cheap, cold herbal perfume. Katherine noticed her friend's cold look and asked softly, "Cassan, what's wrong? You look awful. Do you need help?"
The sincere concern felt like a red-hot iron against Cassandra's heart. She looked away and shook her head. "It's nothing... I just have no appetite." She stood up. "I'm going to get some air."
She walked to a deserted, abandoned observatory terrace—her secret smoking spot. Leaning against the stone railing, she lit a long cigarette with a silent spell. The acrid smoke relaxed her nerves. She stared at the Forbidden Forest, rehearsing how to extort the money from her best friend.
"I knew you'd be here," Katherine's voice came from behind.
Cassandra didn't look back. Katherine following her saved her the trouble of finding an excuse to meet. The opportunity was here.
"Smoke less, it's bad for you." Katherine stood beside her, leaning on the railing. "Remember? Second year, we turned Filch's cat pink right here. Snape made us polish trophies for a month."
Katherine laughed at the memory. Cassandra stayed silent, the guilt of the impending betrayal coiling around her heart. Just as she was about to waver, Katherine changed her tone.
"Cassan! I know you've been in a bad mood because of Orion. Do you really think he loves you?" Katherine's voice was full of worry. "Besides sweet words, what has he done for you? He just keeps taking your money! You've spent your allowance, even sold your mother's jewelry for him! He's just using you!"
"You know nothing!" Cassandra snapped, throwing her cigarette to the ground and grinding it out. "Orion has dreams! He just needs capital for his great plan! It's for our future!"
"Great plan?" Katherine's voice rose in pity. "His 'great plan' is for you to keep paying for his waste? Wake up! Every 'investment' he talks about is just a bottomless pit for you to fill!"
"Shut up!" Cassandra shook with rage, her eyes bloodshot. "You think you're so noble? At least I'm doing this for love. What about you? You're secretly messing around with that little first-year monster! You think nobody knows?!"
"I am not 'messing around' with him!" Katherine's face flickered with panic, then settled into determination. "That's my private business. What does that have to do with Orion's lies? At least I haven't sold myself for money!"
"Sold yourself?" Cassandra laughed mockingly. "What about your 'nobility,' Katherine? The Slytherin sub-prefect, lying in a freshman's bed, letting him do whatever he wants! Isn't that selling yourself? Isn't that being 'kept'?"
Katherine's face filled with killing intent. The secret she had guarded so carefully was being torn open. The pain of betrayal from her closest friend made her chest tighten.
"Cassandra! Do you know what you're saying? That's slander!"
"Slander?" Cassandra stepped closer, her red eyes full of madness. "We both know the truth! You think you hid it well? I saw him pin you down like a rag doll! You think you were secret? You think I don't know your 'pleasure'? Or do you just especially love eating... his cock!"
Cassandra's words were like poisoned daggers, cutting deep into Katherine's wounds. The humiliation and secret, so crudely exposed, ignited something latent in Katherine's blood. The pain on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by an absolute, terrifying calm. Her eyes changed; she looked like an apex predator locking onto its prey.
"Say that again." Katherine's voice was soft, but carried a chill that seemed to freeze the air.
Under her sleeve, a thin, shadow-dark dagger slid into her palm. Her grip was as natural as breathing. If she wanted to, she could slit Cassandra's throat before the girl could react. Katherine, after all, was also a ruthless "cat."
But just as she was about to strike, she paused. It was as if a silent order or a cold thought echoed in her mind. The killing intent vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She let the dagger slide back into her sleeve. She looked at Cassandra and smiled with a strange, pitying amusement.
This fool, Katherine thought. She doesn't even know what kind of entity she's talking to.
"You want money, don't you?" Katherine's tone was calm, even lighthearted.
Cassandra blinked, confused. The sudden threat of death had chilled her, but Katherine's shift in attitude gave her hope—maybe her threat had worked?
"How much do you want?" Katherine asked playfully, as if teasing a mouse.
Greed overrode Cassandra's fear. She held up five fingers. "Five hundred... five hundred Galleons! Give me that, and I saw nothing. I know nothing!"
"Five hundred?" Katherine chuckled. "Fine." She pulled a small enchanted pouch from her robes and tossed it at Cassandra's feet. The bag hit the stone with a heavy clink of gold. "There are a hundred Galleons in there. A down payment for your silence."
Cassandra grabbed the bag, her eyes widening at the shining gold. Pure joy flooded her. "And the rest?"
Katherine pulled out another item—a smooth Memory Stone—and tossed it down. "The other four hundred are easy to get. Take some footage of yourself in your underwear, posing for me. Don't try to cheat me; the poses need to be slutty enough, the expression cheap enough, to be worth that price."
Cassandra turned white, then blue, then green.
"Don't feel wronged," Katherine said, walking closer and looking down at her mockingly. "Actually, I don't care if you tell people about me. I have endless money, and the school won't expel me for a 'minor' affair. It'll just be gossip for a while." She leaned in and whispered the lethal part: "But you... a bitch who blackmailed her best friend... and all those pathetic things you did for Orion... if I 'accidentally' let that slip... do you think your arrogant boyfriend will still want you?"
Katherine stood up and laughed like a bell. "Hehe!" She turned and walked away, her heels clicking a victory march. She didn't look back at the pale, broken girl.
Turning a dark corner, a slender figure was leaning against the shadows. It was Jerry. The moment Katherine saw him, her icy, playful smile vanished, replaced by a look of deep vulnerability and a need for comfort—like a kitten coming home to its master.
Jerry didn't speak; he just opened his arms. Katherine stepped forward, leaned down, and easily lifted Jerry off the ground. She was tall and curvy, while Jerry was still young and slight; held in her arms, his head was perfectly level with her soft chest.
Jerry didn't hesitate to bury his face between her large, warm breasts, inhaling her scent. Katherine lowered her head to find his lips, and they kissed passionately in the dark corridor. Her kiss was urgent and fawning, her tongue dancing with his. Jerry reached into her robes and gripped one of her full, braless breasts, kneading it ruthlessly.
"Mm..." Katherine's kiss became ragged under the rough touch, a satisfied moan escaped her throat.
Jerry whispered into her ear with a smirk: "My little kitten, how long do you think it will take for Cassandra to give you that stone?"
Katherine held his hips firmly, pressing him against her hot body. Her other hand slid down his thigh and into his trousers, gently cupping his warm balls, rubbing them with her fingertips. She licked his jaw and neck, leaving wet trails. "Soon... very soon, my little incubus master..." She trembled. "Leave it to me. I'll have her kneeling at your feet like the lowest bitch. Consider it... my gift to you."
Jerry smiled and responded with action. He unbuttoned her robes and the shirt beneath. Her breasts, pushed up by her corset, were exposed, the nipples already hard as stones. Katherine leaned back against the cold wall to give him support. She thrust her chest forward, pressing her breasts against his lower body.
Jerry unzipped his pants, releasing his fully awakened, erect cock. He aimed the hot head at the deep, soft cleavage of her breasts.
"Mmm... Master..." Katherine let out a gasp as the hot flesh touched her skin. She tightened her arms, using her soft tits to squeeze the hot shaft. "Ah... Master..." She tilted her head back, her eyes dazed as she looked at Jerry's youthful, controlling face.
Jerry began to thrust his hips slowly but powerfully. His cock, which was quite sizable for his age, slid between the warm, slick mounds of her breasts. Every thrust made her breasts sway and deform, the head of his member grinding against her soft skin.
Slap... squelch... ah...
The wet sounds mingled with her increasingly slutty moans. She squeezed her chest muscles to suck the invading blade. "Oh... so good... Master's is so big... it fills my whole chest... ah..." Her breath grew ragged, her face flushed red with pleasure.
Jerry sped up, thrusting viciously. Her breasts slapped against his stomach with a loud thwack-thwack. Katherine's cries became more intense, the sound of a female being conquered.
"Coming... Master... I'm... AH!"
Just as Jerry hit his peak, Katherine's instincts kicked in. She felt his body tense. She adjusted her arms, lowering him slightly so she could tilt her head back. She opened her lips, her tongue poking out like a flower waiting for dew, or a devout believer waiting for a god's blessing.
Jerry groaned and gave a final, powerful thrust. Simultaneously, Katherine's mouth blocked the end of his shaft. The hot, musky fluid shot into her mouth; she caught every drop. The force of the climax made her head rock back.
She didn't swallow immediately, holding the essence in her mouth, her throat making a gulp... gulp... sound as she felt her master's life force. Her cheeks puffed out, and she looked at the trembling Jerry with satisfied eyes. Finally, she swallowed the thick fluid in large gulps. A few drops leaked from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin to her neck.
She then licked her lips clean and used her tongue to circle and clean the head of his softening cock. She looked up at him, her face flushed with desire, a glisten still on her lips.
"My little incubus master... are you... satisfied with my performance?" she asked breathlessly.
Jerry didn't fully withdraw his softening member; it twitched once between her sweat-slicked breasts as if in response.
"Then you'd better hurry up and take her down," Jerry said firmly. "My patience is limited."