Deep in the hidden recesses of Hogwarts Castle, in a secret chamber known to no one, the air was bone-chilling and damp.
Water droplets slid down the stone walls, hitting the floor with a monotonous "drip, drip" that echoed in the absolute silence.
Quirrell tremblingly unwound his heavy, purple turban, which radiated a strange smell of garlic.
Revealing the terrifying, noseless face on the back of his head.
"Faster, you useless fool!"
The raspy, cold voice urged, filled with impatience and deep-seated malice.
"Ye... yes, my... my Master..."
Quirrell responded stutteringly, pulling a blood-red stone from the inner pocket of his robes with shaking hands.
Under the dim light of his wand, the stone emitted an eerie luster.
It looked exactly like the legendary Philosopher's Stone.
On the stone pedestal before Quirrell sat a tarnished lead goblet.
This was the tool he would use to verify the stone's authenticity.
Quirrell took a deep breath, aimed the red stone at the lead cup, and began chanting an ancient alchemical incantation.
Fine beads of cold sweat broke out on Quirrell's forehead.
His eyes were fixed on the cup, desperately waiting for a miracle.
One second, two seconds... a minute passed.
Just as Quirrell's heart began to sink and Voldemort's growl was about to erupt, the miracle occurred.
Sizzle!
The surface of the lead goblet behaved as if struck by an invisible heatwave.
The dull metal began to soften, twist, and melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few breaths, the entire cup turned into a pool of flowing liquid lead, emitting thin wisps of white smoke on the pedestal.
Then, the liquid lead turned a brilliant golden yellow and began to solidify rapidly.
Radiating a sweet, metallic fragrance.
Professor Quirrell's pupils dilated instantly, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a Gold Galleon, yet he was speechless.
He stared blankly at the incredible scene before him, his breathing completely stopped.
"Quirrell... do you see it clearly?"
Voldemort's raspy voice was no longer filled with rage, but with an unbelievable tremor mixed with uncontrollable ecstasy.
Quirrell jerked into awareness.
By reflex, he brought the blood-red stone close to Voldemort's face, stammering with excitement:
"Ma... Master! It's the Philosopher's Stone! This one... this one is real! It really can turn lead into gold!"
In the secret chamber, a blood-curdling, raspy laughter began to echo.
Filled with the longing for rebirth and an endless greed for power.
"Try it again! Try it again!"
"Excuse me, is this the way to the Quidditch pitch?"
A gentle and slightly uncertain female voice rang out in the empty corridors of Hogwarts.
Mrs. Granger clutched the visitor's pass the reception teacher had given her, walking along the stone path toward the castle exterior.
The pass felt no different in her hand than the plastic cards her daughter used to play with in the Muggle world.
It had no patterns and was excessively smooth.
But Mrs. Granger knew it had to be imbued with magic she couldn't see.
A mark that separated her from the true denizens of this wondrous world.
The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Just as Mrs. Granger was feeling lost, unsure of which path led to the Quidditch pitch, a hurried figure ran around the corner.
Nearly colliding with her head-on.
It was a first-year girl wearing Hufflepuff robes.
She looked a bit disheveled, her long golden hair draped messily over her shoulders.
Her pale cheeks bore a healthy flush from the exertion of running.
What was most striking was her chest, which was developed to a degree completely disproportionate to her petite frame.
Even under the loose school robes, those staggering curves could not be fully hidden.
They heaved with her rapid breathing and movements, creating a tumultuous sight across her chest.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Madam!"
The girl stopped and apologetically straightened her collar, trying to look less panicked.
"It's quite alright, dear," Mrs. Granger smiled warmly, then raised her pass.
"Could you tell me if this is the way to the Quidditch pitch?"
The girl, called Liliana, looked at Mrs. Granger and then at the direction she was heading, nodding in realization.
"Ah, you're going the wrong way, Madam. The pitch is over there."
Liliana pointed to a fork in the path behind her.
"I'm heading to flying class myself. There was a bit of an accident this morning, so I'm late. If you don't mind, you can walk with me. My name is Liliana!"
"Thank you so much, Liliana."
Mrs. Granger's face broke into a grateful smile.
The slight anxiety from being lost was significantly diluted by the girl's sun-like enthusiasm.
The two walked side by side toward the castle exterior. Liliana's steps were light.
The full curves of her chest swayed slightly with her movements.
Mrs. Granger walked more steadily, her gaze occasionally sweeping over the moving armors and talking portraits.
She was filled with wonder, yet the feeling of being out of place pricked her like a tiny thorn in her heart.
She looked down at the smooth pass in her hand, her fingers absentmindedly stroking its cold edges.
This card was a silent declaration of her status as a "visitor" and an "outsider."
"Liliana!"
Mrs. Granger finally couldn't resist and asked in as casual a tone as possible.
"I've had a question... is it true that an ordinary person like me has absolutely no way to become a wizard? Through study or something else?"
Mrs. Granger's voice carried a trace of hope she hadn't even noticed.
Liliana, who was busy introducing Hogwarts lore, stopped talking.
She blinked, seemingly considering the question seriously.
She tilted her head slightly to look at the elegant woman, her face showing a mix of sympathy and confusion.
To Liliana, magic was something as innate as breathing; she had never considered how it would feel to be unable to possess it.
"Madam!"
Liliana spoke softly but with great certainty.
"As far as I know... it isn't possible. Magic... it's like your hair color or your eye color. It's decided the moment you are born."
"The books say it's in the bloodline. You either have it, or you don't. There doesn't seem to be a middle ground."
Liliana's words were gentle, yet they acted like a small hammer, clearly shattering Mrs. Granger's last shred of hope.
Her shoulders slumped imperceptibly, and her smile became forced.
The lingering sense of alienation felt painfully real and heavy.
Seeing the flash of disappointment on Mrs. Granger's face, Liliana immediately realized she might have been too blunt.
She bit her lip in regret and quickly slowed her pace, adding in a more sincere and concerned tone:
"But Madam, even without magic, you are still amazing."
Liliana's large eyes blinked as she struggled to organize her words.
"Look at Hermione. She's so smart and brilliant. She's the most knowledgeable student in our year; even the pure-blood children can't compare to her. This must be because she has such an excellent mother teaching her."
Liliana paused, feeling the comfort wasn't enough.
She reached out and gently touched Mrs. Granger's arm.
Liliana's touch was warm and genuine, warming Mrs. Granger's heart slightly.
She looked at the girl and listened to the praise for herself and her daughter. The loss was smoothed over a bit, but the desire deep in her heart did not vanish.
Mrs. Granger was silent for a moment, as if gathering courage.
"Thank you, Liliana. You really are a good girl."
Mrs. Granger thanked her warmly, then shifted the topic, speaking in a tentative tone filled with a sliver of cautious hope:
"However... regarding whether ordinary people can become wizards, I seem to have heard a different perspective."
She paused, looking at Liliana, and continued: "It was a classmate of Hermione's, a boy named Jerry. He chatted with me for a bit."
"He said... there are actually several special methods that can allow ordinary people to gain the aptitude for spellcasting. Although the process might be very, very difficult."
"Jerry?"
When that name left Mrs. Granger's mouth, Liliana's reaction was beyond expectation.
A brilliant light instantly erupted in Liliana's eyes.
It wasn't just simple recognition or familiarity; it was a mix of awe, trust, and unreserved worship.
Liliana's back straightened instinctively, and even her tone when mentioning the name was filled with unquestionable affirmation.
"Do you mean Jerry Rosier?" Liliana's voice rose, full of excitement.
"Madam, if Jerry said it, then... then it must be true!"
The certainty and sympathy based on "book knowledge" vanished from Liliana's face completely.
Replaced by absolute faith in Jerry's words.
She nodded vigorously, as if adding weight to her words.
"Jerry... he knows more than anyone, more than what's in the books! If he says there's a way, then there must be a way!"
Liliana balled her small fists and said decisively, "There won't be any problem at all!"
These words, so full of conviction and absolute certainty, acted like a warm, powerful light.
Instantly dispelling all the gloom and unwillingness in Mrs. Granger's heart.
Liliana's nearly blind worship and trust in Jerry were more convincing to her than any rational analysis or explanation.
Madam Hooch's face was ashen, her sharp eyes like a hawk's as they swept back and forth between Jerry and Hermione.
The students across the pitch were silent, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"Performing high-altitude flight without any permission, and even doing such dangerous rolling maneuvers!"
Madam Hooch's voice was cold and stern, echoing across the empty training grounds.
"This is the most reckless, rule-disregarding behavior I have seen in all my years of teaching."
Madam Hooch paused before delivering her judgment: "Ten points from Slytherin. And ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione's cheeks turned bright red instantly, and she lowered her head in shame, wishing she could vanish into the ground.
To satisfy her own curiosity, she had penalized her entire house; the guilt felt heavy in her heart.
However, Jerry, standing beside her, seemed completely unbothered.
Jerry didn't even change his expression; he just stuffed his hands casually into his pockets and spoke to Madam Hooch.
"Professor, this has nothing to do with Miss Granger. I insisted on taking her up to experience it. All the responsibility lies with me."
Jerry took a step forward, his tone flat but unquestionable.
"So, please count Gryffindor's ten points toward Slytherin as well. Deduct twenty points from us."
When these words were spoken, not only Hermione but every student around froze in shock.
Hermione looked up, staring at Jerry's profile in disbelief.
"Professor, did you hear that?" A malicious, gloating voice came from the Gryffindor crowd.
Ron Weasley was looking over with a smug expression. "He admitted it himself. He did it voluntarily. He was the one coercing Hermione just now..."
"That's not true!" Hermione shouted back immediately. "I wanted to go up myself; it had nothing to do with Jerry..."
However, Madam Hooch had already made her decision.
She gave a deep look to the calm Jerry and then to the frantic Hermione, finally nodding.
"Since Mr. Rosier has taken full responsibility... Slytherin, twenty points deducted. Gryffindor, no points deducted."
As the judgment fell, a slight commotion broke out in the Slytherin ranks.
Some young wizards showed clear dissatisfaction, about to open their mouths to complain.
But before they could speak, Draco Malfoy, standing at the front of the line, turned around.
He swept a cold gaze over them with his grey eyes.
The look was filled with warning and arrogance.
All the complaining voices vanished instantly under his glare.
As Jerry's close friend, house points meant nothing to Malfoy compared to his friendship with Jerry.
Could points, or even the House Cup trophy, bring him more Gold Galleons than he already had?
Malfoy might not be able to control other houses, but in Slytherin, he had the capital to make everyone shut up.
With the small interlude over, the flying lesson continued.
Jerry mounted his broom with ease, hovering in mid-air, and began pointing out more advanced flight techniques to Malfoy, who also had decent talent.
The two figures wove through the air agilely, attracting the envy of many students.
As the lesson drew to a close, most first-years could barely get their brooms off the ground, wobbling in low-altitude circles.
It was at this moment that Liliana led Mrs. Granger hurriedly to the edge of the Quidditch pitch.
"Oh, my heavens..."
Mrs. Granger couldn't help but let out a low cry of shock as she stepped onto the pitch.
She tilted her head back, watching the boys and girls swaying in the air on their brooms, her eyes filled with disbelief.
When her gaze caught her daughter's figure, her shock reached its peak.
Mrs. Granger saw Hermione, who was actually riding a broom.
Though she still looked a bit raw, she was hovering steadily several meters above the ground.
"Truly magical..." Mrs. Granger murmured to herself.
Liliana explained the reason for their lateness to Madam Hooch and showed Mrs. Granger's pass.
Madam Hooch didn't make things difficult for Liliana, simply nodding and indicating Mrs. Granger could watch from the sidelines.
However, just as Mrs. Granger prepared to enjoy her daughter's first flight, a cry of agony rang out above the field.
"Ah!"
Everyone looked toward the sound. Harry Potter had, for some reason, suddenly released his grip on the broom.
He was clutching his forehead tightly, his face contorted in extreme pain.
His Nimbus 2000 lost control, beginning to buck and roll violently in the air.
The rogue broom spun crazily like an enraged beast. Harry Potter could no longer hold on and fell tumbling from the broom.
A chorus of suppressed gasps rose from the sidelines; Mrs. Granger's heart was in her throat.
However, the expected heavy impact with the ground did not happen.
After Harry had fallen only about a meter, his descent slowed abruptly, as if caught by a massive, invisible, gentle hand.
He was lowered gently onto the grass of the pitch. The Nimbus 2000 was not so lucky.
It hit the ground beside Harry Potter with a clatter.
"Potter!"
Madam Hooch was the first to react. Her face was pale as she immediately dove her broom toward Harry's side.
Immediately after, Ron, who was closest to Harry, landed in a flurry.
He looked at Harry, who was lying pale on the ground still clutching his forehead, so nervous he was at a loss, just shouting: "Harry? Harry, what's wrong?"
Hermione also landed quickly nearby. She was much calmer than Ron.
With one look at Harry's pained expression, she immediately turned to Madam Hooch and spoke urgently.
"Professor, we have to get Harry to the hospital wing right now! Something is wrong with his forehead!"
Madam Hooch checked Harry's condition and found no obvious physical injuries, but the lightning scar on his forehead was glowing an alarmingly angry red.
She nodded in agreement and stood up, announcing loudly to all the young wizards still in the air:
"Everyone down! Today's flying lesson is over! No one is permitted to fly again without my permission!"
With that, she carefully supported the groaning Harry and led him away, flanked by Ron and Hermione, heading rapidly toward the castle's hospital wing.
Amidst the chaos, Jerry remained quietly hovering in the air, not landing immediately like the others.
His gaze cut through the scurrying figures and locked precisely onto Harry Potter's forehead.
In the eyes of others, there was only a lightning scar glowing with ominous red light.
But in Jerry's vision, the scene was entirely different.
He clearly saw, above Harry Potter's forehead, a phantom composed of translucent, grey-black smoke, struggling and twisting frantically.
It was a bald head with no hair, its features distorted into a knot of extreme rage and pain.
Although no sound was made, Jerry could almost "hear" it letting out a silent, venomous shriek.
"Tsk tsk tsk, has the Philosopher's Stone been activated?"
The phantom composed of grey smoke had a very short existence.
Just as Madam Hooch supported Harry and the group was about to exit the Quidditch pitch gates, the silently shrieking bald phantom looked as if it were being forced back beneath the water by an invisible hand.
It twisted several times in reluctance before turning into a wisp of light smoke and vanishing completely into the bright red lightning scar.
The whole process took only a few seconds, happening so fast it was as if it never existed.
Jerry landed slowly on the grass, the indifferent expression on his face unchanged.
As if what he had just seen was merely a hallucination in the sunlight.
But in his mind, the logical chain was rapidly being constructed.
A fragment of Voldemort's soul resided in Harry—a dormant, latent curse.
Normally, it would only sleep peacefully.
To "wake" it so violently, there had to be an external, extremely powerful magical energy source that shared its origin or could be sensed by it.
In all of Hogwarts, there was currently only one thing capable of this.
"Tsk tsk tsk, has the Philosopher's Stone been activated?"
Jerry whispered to himself in his heart.
The conclusion was obvious.
It had to be Quirrell—or rather, the main soul of Voldemort parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head—who had briefly attempted to activate the Stone somewhere in the castle.
Perhaps to test its efficacy, or to research how to use it.
The massive and pure life energy of the Stone, even if only a sliver leaked out, was enough to act like a red-hot iron.
Instantly scalding the soul remnant sleeping on Harry's forehead, triggering an instinctual, painful resonance.
The corner of Jerry's mouth curled into a nearly imperceptible arc.
It seemed the real show was about to begin.
As Madam Hooch declared the class over, the training ground became noisy and disorganized.
Young wizards huddled in small groups, returning their old school brooms while whispering about the strange event with Harry Potter.
Jerry put away his broom with composure, while Malfoy complained about the ruined flying lesson.
Just then, the twin sisters walked toward Jerry with a bit of bashfulness.
It was Padma and Parvati Patil.
Today, the twins did not need days of psychological preparation to fulfill their bet as they had before.
Padma's cheeks bore a flush. She glanced around to ensure most people's attention was still on Harry.
Then she summoned her courage and spoke to Jerry in a voice like a mosquito's hum:
"Rosier, we... we've come to fulfill the bet."
Jerry looked at the twins, a playful smile on his lips.
"Not going back on it this time?"
Both twins looked shy, but the younger sister, Parvati, spoke up: "You have to give us new jewelry. There's a family banquet in a few days... we... we lack rings and headpieces..."
Jerry shrugged dismissively. "Small problem!"
Jerry led them with practiced ease toward the locker rooms and shower area attached to the Quidditch pitch.
Liliana had originally intended to find Jerry and ask him to teach her how to fly.
Although she hadn't seen his spectacular performance earlier, Jerry was the fastest and best flyer on the field just now.
Seeing this scene, she felt a pang of jealousy.
She saw Jerry leading the Gryffindor twins into the entrance next to the locker rooms... that direction was the shower area.
Her steps paused, her pale face flushing with a complex layer of red—part curiosity, part nameless irritation.
She hesitated for a moment but eventually stomped her foot and followed them.
The shower room was empty. Since class had just ended, the air was still thick with humid mist.
Rows of showerheads hung silently on the walls, and faint light filtered in from high windows, making the sealed space exceptionally quiet.
Any sound would be amplified here.
Padma and Parvati stood nervously on the spot, their hands clutching the hems of their robes.
This silent environment gave the impending events a much stronger sense of shame.
Jerry didn't waste words with pleasantries. He leaned against a row of lockers and pointed his chin at them.
His tone was flat as he issued the first command: "Lift your robes and skirts. Take off your panties."
The bodies of both sisters gave a slight shudder.
Although they had prepared mentally and even encouraged each other on the way, the shame was unavoidable when the command was actually spoken.
However, the more introverted sister, Padma, was the first to move this time.
Padma took a deep breath as if making a resolution. Closing her eyes, her trembling hands first lifted the hem of her Gryffindor robe.
Then the grey school skirt beneath. She pulled them both up to her waist, revealing her lower body clad in white cotton panties.
Padma didn't hesitate long. Her hands slid down her smooth thighs, hooked the edges of the panties, and nimbly slid them down to her ankles.
She bent down, picked them up, and held them in her hand.
Seeing this, Parvati's face turned red, and she repeated her sister's movements.
Jerry was long accustomed to such a sight, and his face betrayed no emotion.
He walked forward unhurriedly and stood before the twins.
Then, he raised both hands. His left reached for Padma, and his right for Parvati.
His long fingers accurately found the most private crevices of their bodies and slid in slowly, without a hint of hesitation.
His fingertips touched a patch of youthful, tight, warm softness, carrying the rawness unique to teenage girls.
Jerry could clearly feel the two bodies beneath his fingers trembling uncontrollably—an instinctual reaction to shame and a foreign stimulation.
Jerry's fingers explored and pressed neither fast nor slow between their legs, feeling every inch of their anatomy.
Both places were still dry, completely unprepared to receive anything.
Jerry curled his lip slightly, thinking to himself: It's still too early!
Immediately, he withdrew his two fingers. They were not coated with the moisture he expected.
Jerry brought these two fingers to the lips of Padma and Parvati respectively.
He spoke in an unquestionable commanding tone: "Open your mouths."
Both sisters looked slightly taken aback, but they dared not disobey.
They submissively and with a hint of hesitation opened their small mouths, revealing their neat teeth and pink tongues.
Jerry unceremoniously shoved the fingers that had just explored their lower bodies into each of their warm mouths.
His fingers stirred a few times in the warm, wet cavities, becoming coated in the girls' sweet saliva before he slowly withdrew them.
As if admiring a work of art, he gazed at the glistening silver threads of spit on his fingertips before unhurriedly pulling out two rings.
One ring featured a band encrusted with fine, sparkling diamonds, centering a small but translucent sapphire, appearing magnificent and exquisite. The other was merely a plain silver band, simple in style and utterly ordinary.
He spread the two rings in his palm, speaking to the twin sisters whose cheeks were flushed bright red: "The rules are the same as before.
Whoever makes me happy takes this beautiful sapphire ring.
The loser gets nothing but this silver band."
For the sake of showing off at the family banquet, the temptation of that magnificent ring was immense.
The sisters barely hesitated; they looked at each other, fire of competition burning in their eyes, and then nodded vigorously.
"Very good."
Jerry smiled with satisfaction and put the rings away.
He pointed to one of the shower stalls in the row nearby, "Both of you, get in there together."
Though Padma and Parvati were confused, they obediently clutched their panties and walked into the cramped cubicle with their lower bodies naked.
The door to the stall closed, leaving the sisters staring at one another in the small space.
Meanwhile, Jerry stepped into the stall right next to theirs.
In the cramped space, the two girls' breathing became rapid.
They pressed close together, the warmth of their skin radiating between them, along with the same slight tremors of nervousness.
It was quiet outside, save for the sound of Jerry unbuckling his belt buckle from the next stall, a sound that rang exceptionally clear in the silence and made their hearts race even faster.
Shame, apprehension, and an irrepressible curiosity intertwined deep in their hearts.
Suddenly, a fist-sized hole appeared silently on the cold tiled wall in front of them.
Both sisters jumped, instinctively shrinking back.
They stared wide-eyed and curious at the hole, wondering what Jerry was planning to do.
In the next second, an object that no one of their age could have imagined extended with overwhelming pressure from the hole, out of the darkness of the next stall.
It was a meat-spear of shocking dimensions, far beyond their previous cognition.
Following Jerry's movements, it throbbed slightly, filled with a vigorous vitality that almost seemed to burst through the air.
Padma and Parvati were both dazed; they held their breath, their identical beautiful eyes filled with pure curiosity and shock.
"Alright!"
Jerry's voice came from next door, carrying a trace of lazy amusement, "The game begins.
Which of you can please me first will be the winner."
The words had just fallen, and while the sisters were still paralyzed by the sight before them, the younger sister, Parvati, was the first to act.
Perhaps the Gryffindor competitive streak in her nature took over, or perhaps the allure of the beautiful ring was simply too great.
Parvati bit her lower lip, extended her slightly trembling hand, and tentatively reached toward that massive meat-spear.
When Parvati's soft, warm hand first fully gripped the scorching meat-root that far exceeded the capacity of her palm, she couldn't help but let out an extremely faint gasp.
It was so big, and so hot... her hand couldn't even close all the way around it.
She felt the giant object in her palm thrust forward abruptly the moment she touched it, as if responding to her.
This caused Parvati's body to shudder, a foreign wave of numbness shooting up from her tailbone.
Summoning her courage, she began to clumsily move her hand up and down, imitating scenes she had secretly seen in certain picture books.
Because she was so nervous, Parvati's movements were a bit stiff, but she worked very hard.
She could feel the meat-spear becoming harder and harder in her hand; from the tiny slit at the tip, beads of translucent fluid began to seep out, making her palm sticky.
"Mmh... too slow, and way too dry," Jerry's dissatisfied voice drifted over.
Panic surged through Parvati. She looked at the slippery fluid on her hand, then at her sister Padma who was starting to look restless, and a bold idea filled her mind.
She leaned down and extended her pink tongue, carefully licking the massive head.
The male scent, slightly salty and musky, instantly filled her mouth, causing Parvati to frown slightly in adjustment.
But Parvati didn't give up; she opened her small mouth and tried to take the massive umbrella-shaped glans inside.
Watching her sister take the lead, Padma immediately grew anxious.
Refusing to be outdone, she crowded in, pushing aside her sister's hand and using both of her own hands to wrap around the giant object.
She began to stroke up and down as her sister had, but with two people squeezed together, the movements became even more clumsy and chaotic.
"Mmph... sis... what are you doing..."
Parvati, her mouth full, protested muddledly; she didn't want to let go, so she could only use her free hand to shove at her sister.
Padma didn't say a word, stubbornly fighting for control over the long spear with her hands.
The two girls carried on like this—one using her mouth, the other her hands—engaged in a silent struggle centered around the giant object protruding from the wall.
At that moment, the door to the bathroom was silently pushed open a crack.
Liliana sneaked in, peeking around.
She heard the strange water sounds and the suppressed breathing of the girls from the stall, and her cheeks instantly turned a shade of red so deep it looked like they might bleed.
Creeping stealthily to the corner stall, she stepped onto a low stool inside and carefully climbed up, peering over the top of the partition toward the source of the noise.
The sight before her caused Liliana's eyes to widen instantly.
In the stall, the Patil sisters were naked from the waist down, gathered around a hole in the wall.
The younger sister, Parvati, was half-kneeling on the floor, her mouth occupied by a thing Liliana had a vague memory of seeing in the bath before, her face flushed crimson.
Meanwhile, the older sister, Padma, was beside her, gripping the base of the thing with her hands and stroking it with great effort.
Driven by her inability to out-compete her sister, Padma grew desperate and simply leaned down as well.
She opened her mouth, but instead of trying to snatch the shaft already held by her sister, she took the two hanging balls at the base into her mouth.
She had no experience and followed only instinct, wrapping her warm mouth around one of them and licking it randomly with her tongue.
"Hiss..." A slight intake of breath came from Jerry in the next stall.
Neither sister had any experience; their actions were raw and reckless.
As Parvati worked hard to swallow and spit, her teeth scraped against the sensitive skin of the spear several times, and Padma's teeth also nipped at the balls as she licked.
This slight sting of pain actually made Jerry feel even more excited.
"Mmph... sis, you... let go..."
Parvati finally freed her mouth, panting as she complained. Her face turned even redder as she watched her sister's behavior.
"You let go!"
Padma retorted without yielding. She released her mouth, leaving a wet circle of saliva on the balls, then glared provocatively at her sister before grabbing the fully erect spear—now even larger than before—with her hand again. "It's my turn!"
Padma forcefully shoved her sister aside and, imitating her sister's previous actions, leaned down and opened her cherry-like mouth to take in the massive head that was still dripping with clear fluid.
Padma's mouth was even smaller than her sister's, making it much more difficult to fit it inside. She swallowed hard, producing a much louder squelch-squelch sound; her saliva mixed with the pre-cum and slid down the thick shaft.
The displaced Parvati refused to back down. Watching her sister clumsily give the giant object head, she moved in again, using her hands to grip the base and balls that her sister couldn't reach, rubbing and stroking forcefully to "interfere" while also demonstrating her own service to Jerry.
All of this was seen clearly by Liliana from above the partition. She covered her own mouth to keep from crying out.
She felt her own body beginning to feel strange.
The two girls had completely discarded their reserve, their hearts set only on that beautiful ring.
To win, they began to use all sorts of clumsy methods.
Padma swallowed and spit with force, her small mouth stretched to its limit, every swallow making a loud squish-squish sound.
Her teeth scraped across the tight walls of his flesh several times, causing Jerry in the next stall to let out series of muffled groans.
The squeezed-aside Parvati wasn't resigned; she knelt on the floor using both hands, one hand rubbing the heavy balls while the other reached up, trying to pry her sister's mouth open.
In her exertion, her fingernail accidentally drew a thin bloody scratch near the base of the thick meat-spear.
That tiny wound acted like a catalyst.
Jerry let out a low growl. His hand reached over the partition and grabbed the back of Padma's head, beginning to actively and rapidly thrust into her small oral cavity.
"Mmph... mmh-mmh..." Padma was prodded back again and again by the rough movements, her mouth only able to produce tuneless whimpers.
The scalding meat-spear reached deep inside almost every time; massive amounts of saliva mixed with the fluid leaking from the tip, flowing down Padma's chin and neck, soaking the front of her clothes.
Seeing this, Parvati knew she was about to lose, and her eyes turned red with desperation.
She gave up fighting her sister and instead moved in again, extending her tongue to lick frantically at the base and balls of the high-speed meat-spear, hoping to claim some credit.
Jerry's breathing became heavier and heavier; the water sounds in the stall mingled with the girls' suppressed gasping.
Finally, after a few sharp jolts, Jerry reached his peak. He pulled the maximally swollen meat-spear out of Padma's mouth and shoved it directly into Parvati's mouth, which was already wide open and waiting.
"Mmph!"
A torrent of scalding liquid erupted with powerful force without warning, slamming hard against Parvati's throat.
Parvati couldn't handle such a massive volume; she felt her throat being blocked and began to gag uncontrollably.
Padma, seeing this, immediately realized it was her chance to win back the advantage. Ignoring her sister's distressed state, she shoved Parvati aside and blocked the spear herself, opening her mouth to catch the continuously erupting body fluids.
However, the volume of the fluid was simply too great.
Padma's mouth was instantly filled with the warm, viscous liquid, and she couldn't swallow fast enough.
A large amount of white fluid overflowed from both their lips, mixing with spit and covering their entire faces.
The final few spurts shot directly onto their faces, hair, and the clothes on their chests, leaving them in a total mess.
Both girls knelt on the floor, coughing wretchedly, faces covered in a mix of tears and other fluids.
The next stall was silent.
A moment later, the giant object—still stained with their spit and fluids—slowly withdrew back through the hole in the wall.
Just as the sisters breathed a sigh of relief, a hand reached back through the hole.
This time, the hand held two brand-new rings, even more magnificent than the previous sapphire one. One was set with a ruby, the other with an emerald, both shimmering with a charming light even in the dimness.
"These are the rewards for both of you. You both performed very well," Jerry's flat voice drifted over.
The sisters' eyes lit up. Forgetting the filth on their faces, they took the rings in a pleasant surprise, putting them on their fingers and unable to look away.
"Now!"
Jerry's voice rang out again, "Come over and kiss it, and then you may leave."
The giant object extended through the hole once more.
This time, the sisters showed no hesitation; with a hint of gratitude, they scrambled to get close and each gave the meat-spear, still smelling of musk and sex, a kiss.
After doing all this, they finally tidied their clothes with satisfaction, looked at each other's disheveled appearances, and ran out of the bathroom to the girls' side next door to clean up.
Jerry was unhurriedly tidying his trousers in his stall. Just as he was about to open the door and leave, the door was pulled open from the outside with a creak.
Liliana stood at the door, her head lowered, her fair face so red it looked like it was on fire, her hands nervously wringing the hem of her clothes.
Liliana didn't dare look at Jerry at all, speaking in a voice as thin as a mosquito's hum, yet carrying a bit of a tremor: "Jerry, I... I... I want a ring too..."
Before she could finish, she summoned her courage and took an active step forward, her slightly trembling small hand directly gripping Jerry's member, which had not yet fully softened.
A sticky and slippery sensation met her palm, where the saliva of the twins and Jerry's own fluids remained.
This sensation instantly pulled Liliana's memory back to not long ago, in the massive bath of the washroom, where she had been drunk and held this thing just like this...
Jerry raised an eyebrow in surprise.
He looked at the girl before him who was so shy she wanted to sink into the ground, yet whose actions were so bold, and he couldn't help but smile.
Jerry could feel his hard member beginning to rise again in Liliana's soft palm.
Liliana was about to imitate what she had just seen and kneel down to provide oral service, but Jerry reached out to stop her.
"No rush," Jerry whispered.
Jerry's other hand reached directly beneath Liliana's school skirt, covering her thigh clad in white full-length tights.
Beneath the delicate, smooth fabric were the girl's firm and elastic leg muscles, slightly tensed from shyness and excitement.
Jerry's hand stroked all the way up the smooth surface of the tights while he leaned down, accurately kissing Liliana's slightly parted lips as she tried to say something.
His warm tongue drove straight in, hooking her panicked small tongue and beginning to suck and stir forcefully.
"Mmph... mmh..."
Liliana's mind went blank; she could only produce tiny moans.
Her body went soft, leaning against Jerry.
Jerry thrust his hips, using his re-stiffened member to rub forcefully against the most private crevice between Liliana's legs, through the fabric of her tights and panties.
Sizzle... sizzle...
The fabric of the tights was dampened by fluids, making a faint wet sound.
However, the few scratches on the member left by the Patil sisters' teeth brought waves of stinging pain under such rough friction.
Jerry hissed in pain, unable to help grimacing.
Liliana immediately noticed the subtle change in his expression.
Looking at the several clear scratches on the giant member that were still seeping blood, her eyes filled with heartache.
"Those two crude people."
As Liliana slowly knelt down, the giant member brushed across the exaggerated fullness of her chest.
Even through the thick school uniform and underwear, those two mounds were squeezed into shocking shapes, bouncing violently with her movements as if they had grown even larger than before.
Smooch!
A kiss as light as a feather fell upon the most prominent scratch.
Then, Liliana began to lick the wound with extreme care and tenderness.
Her actions formed a sharp contrast with the twins' crude, task-oriented behavior.
After soothing all the scratches with the tip of her tongue, Liliana slowly looked up, gazing at Jerry with eyes that seemed to speak.
A moving flush covered her cheeks, and the layer of shiny lip gloss on her lips appeared exceptionally alluring.
Liliana took a deep breath, as if making a major decision.
Immediately after, she leaned down and opened her small mouth as wide as possible, then carefully took the massive head of the meat-spear inside.
The cherry-colored lipstick Liliana had applied specifically for today left its first bright mark on the flesh-colored giant.
"Have you been here long?"
Jerry asked with interest, watching her in this state.
With her mouth full, Liliana couldn't answer clearly.
She only let out a muddled hum from her throat as an acknowledgement.
Then, as if to retaliate for Jerry asking what he already knew, she deliberately gave the scratch on the meat-spear a neither light nor heavy scrape with her front teeth.
"Hiss..." Jerry winced from the pain.
Liliana saw his reaction, a triumphant arc curling her lips.
However, she didn't continue to misbehave with her teeth.
Though Liliana's mouth was slightly larger than the Patil sisters', fitting the giant object entirely inside was still an extremely difficult task.
Her cheeks were puffed out, looking like a hamster storing food.
Soon, a large amount of saliva was secreted from her mouth, mixing with the fluids seeping from the meat-spear itself, producing a squish-squish water sound that was clearer than before.
Under this stirring, the lipstick on Liliana's mouth was dissolved by saliva and evenly coated the entire meat-spear, making the originally flesh-colored giant look as if it were covered in a layer of alluring, sparkling frosting.
As Jerry sighed in comfort from her service, Liliana freed one of her hands.
Through her school uniform, she cupped her own left peak, which was developed to an extreme degree, and pressed the soft, massive mound against Jerry's two heavy balls, beginning to rub in circles.
The friction through the fabric brought a different kind of numbing pleasure.
Jerry could clearly feel how incredibly elastic those two soft mounds were.
Jerry tilted his head back in comfort, one hand buried in Liliana's soft hair, feeling every diligent swallow of her mouth and the friction of the amazing softness on his front.
Pleasure hit his reason in waves.
Feeling himself on the verge of eruption, Jerry applied a bit of force, pressing the back of Liliana's head: "Deeper... please?"
Liliana obediently straightened her back, working to relax her throat as she tried to swallow the giant object that already filled her mouth even deeper.
"Ugh... bleh..."
The strong sensation of a foreign object reached deep into her throat, triggering a physiological gag reflex.
Tears instantly spilled from the corners of Liliana's eyes, and her body shook uncontrollably.
But she didn't retreat; instead, she stubbornly used all her strength to move forward again, slamming the scalding glans hard into her esophagus.
This ultimate deep-throat became the final straw.
Jerry's body tensed abruptly, his waist thrusting forward with force.
"Ah!"
He let out a satisfied and suppressed growl as the surging heat broke through its restraints once more, unreservedly spraying out and filling Liliana's throat and entire mouth.
BANG!
At the exact moment of this climax, the heavy wooden door of the bathroom was suddenly shoved open from the outside.
A petite figure wearing Gryffindor robes and possessing a head of bushy brown hair walked in.
Hermione Granger frowned, looking at the empty sink area as she walked toward the stalls, asking in her crisp voice:
"Jerry?
Are you in here?"
Hermione's voice was like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, causing the two in the stall to fall instantly from the peak of desire.
Liliana was scared out of her wits; with her mouth still full of the giant object continuously spraying scalding fluid, her body went soft, and she nearly collapsed to the floor.
Liliana wanted to spit the contents out immediately, but Jerry was still holding the back of her head, and she couldn't move.
The thick body fluid continuously slammed against her throat, leaving Liliana unable to swallow or breathe; she could only shake her head frantically, her throat emitting "mmph-mmph" cries like someone drowning.
Because of the violent struggling, Liliana's already impressively developed breasts bounced up and down violently, stretching the fabric of her clothes into a heart-stopping curve.
Jerry was also startled by the sudden intrusion, but he calmed down quickly.
While feeling the pleasure of the final stream of fluid pouring into Liliana's esophagus, he rapidly withdrew the meat-spear from her mouth.
Pop!
A crisp, loud water sound rang out in the quiet stall.
Before Liliana could spit out the mouthful of fluids, Jerry covered her mouth with his hand, then rapidly used his other hand to pull the stall curtain shut, using his own body to completely shield the kneeling Liliana behind him.
He quickly buttoned his robe, revealing the shirt underneath, while using magic to wet his hair, pretending he had just finished a shower.
"I'm here, what's wrong?"
Jerry asked the approaching footsteps outside in a tone carrying a trace of post-shower laziness.
Hermione reached the door of Jerry's stall and was about to speak when a gentle and mature female voice came from behind her.
"It is I who have business with you, Mr. Rosier."
Jerry quickly tied the belt of his bathrobe tight, covering his rapid breathing from the "exercise" and his slightly bulging lower body, then pulled the stall door open.
Outside, Hermione was looking at him with curiosity, while beside her stood a woman of gentle temperament whose features bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Hermione's—it was Mrs. Granger.
"Mrs. Granger!"
Jerry nodded with a smile, then actively stepped to the side, blocking the stall entrance while making a "please" gesture. "It's damp and stuffy in here, not a place for conversation.
Why don't we go for a walk outside?"
As he spoke, he imperceptibly guided the mother and daughter toward the bathroom exit.
"Oh, alright..." Mrs. Granger clearly didn't think too much, just following his lead.
Hermione, however, cast a suspicious glance into the stall, seemingly smelling a strange scent mixed with a familiar sweet aroma.
"Jerry, what were you doing in there just now?"
"Just accidentally broke a bottle of shampoo, nothing major," Jerry answered without changing his expression, closing the bathroom door behind him to completely cut off the view of the interior.
The three walked out of the washroom onto an open lawn outside Hogwarts Castle.
Just as Mrs. Granger was about to state the purpose of her visit, a deafening roar and a violent tremor of the ground interrupted her.
On the training grounds not far away, a jaw-dropping scene was unfolding.
Severus Snape, the perennially gloomy Potions Professor.
His signature black robes were whipping wildly in the whistling wind, and the wand in his hand erupted with terrifying light.
His opponent was a massive, camouflage-painted iron beast—a Main Battle Tank from the Muggle world!
The tank was clearly driven by magic; its turret rotated at a speed that defied the laws of physics, locking onto Snape in mid-air. The 120mm smoothbore cannon spat out flames of fury!
BOOM!
The roar of the shell leaving the barrel made the trio's eardrums ring.
However, Snape merely gave a calm flick of his wand.
A massive phantom barrier, nearly solid, unfurled before him. The armor-piercing shell, capable of leveling a small building, slammed into it, triggering only a violent ripple before falling powerlessly to the ground.