Deep in the night, the Great Hall of the castle was so quiet one could hear water droplets seeping into the cracks between the stone floor tiles.
The surrounding fireplaces had long since gone out; only several hundred candles suspended in mid-air above the four long tables radiated residual, flickering light. Resting atop a rough, heavy-wood tall stool in the dead center of the entrance hall was a human-sized wooden goblet standing quietly. Blue-white flames vaulted a dozen feet high from the rim of the goblet, casting an eerie azure glow across the stone floor.
On the ground roughly ten feet around the stool was a slender circle drawn in golden flecks of light.
That was the Age Line Dumbledore had drawn with his own hands.
Two figures poked out hunched over from behind a stone pillar in the corner.
Ron tugged at his slightly short deer-leather jacket, his toes carefully avoiding a loose stone tile on the floor, reaching out to grip Harry's shoulder ahead.
"Filch just headed toward the West Tower with his broom. Mrs. Norris is with him; they won't be back for at least half an hour."
Harry didn't look back, merely stuffing the piece of parchment gripped in his hand a bit deeper into his palm. The edges of the paper had already been frayed into tiny rough edges by the sweat of his palms.
"Walk faster."
"What's the rush?" Ron grunted under his breath, following with scurrying steps, the back of his hand brushing across the rough stone blocks of the wall. "If you ask me, we should have strutted right in through the front. If those idiots in the Logistics Department hadn't locked down the airspace, we'd be playing matches on the Quidditch pitch right now. And now look at us—stuck reading the Daily Prophet flattering that bunch of Slytherin bastards every single day."
The two shuffled one after the other to the edge of the golden Age Line.
The blue-white firelight reflected on Ron's freckled face, giving it a sickly pale tint. He leaned sideways, spat a mouthful of saliva, jammed both hands into his trouser pockets, and rubbed his toes back and forth half an inch outside the golden line.
"Did you see what was in the paper this morning? Old man Greengrass was actually written up as a hero. And that Jerry Rosier."
At the mention of that name, the corner of Ron's mouth twitched violently, his palms clenching into tight fists within his pockets.
"The whole school is spreading rumors that he suppressed those explosive crystals all by himself last night. Pah! If you ask me, that was definitely an act he and Malfoy rehearsed in advance. Slytherins are the best at pulling that sort of stunt. Back in third year, he blew up my brother's cauldron during Potions class and still hasn't paid back those ten Silver Sickles to this day."
Harry stood outside the line, his fingers running repeatedly over the parchment, without uttering a word.
Seeing that Harry wasn't responding, Ron assumed he was stewing in fury as well, and his emotions grew even more agitated. He took half a step forward, bringing his head close to Harry's ear, his exhaled hot breath carrying the sour scent of leftover apple pasty from dinner.
"What does he think he is? Just an arms dealer making a fortune off reselling potions. Hermione's been running down to the basement every single day recently, not even coming back to the common room; she's definitely been bewitched by that brat's Dark Magic. Once the Aurors on the front lines regain their senses, the first thing they should do is drag him off to Azkaban."
Ron lifted his foot, tentatively stretching it above the golden line, but quickly pulled it back as if burned.
"Fred and George drank two whole vials of Aging Potion yesterday morning, but the second half their foot stepped inside, they were blasted straight out to the porch by this line, growing a half-foot-long white beard on their faces. They're still in the hospital wing getting salve smeared on their faces by Madam Pomfrey."
As Ron spoke, he raised a hand and gestured at his chin.
"A line drawn by Dumbledore himself; no one gets to sneak across. Unless someone can get their hands on a high-tier Ward-Breaking Charm from the Old Europe black market, but one of those costs thousands of Galleons. Only someone like Rosier, whose hands are dripping with dirty money, can afford it."
Harry took a deep breath.
Ignoring Ron's muttering beside him, he suddenly raised his right foot and stepped straight across toward that glowing golden line before him.
Ron's eye twitched violently, his hand shooting out to grab Harry's back collar.
"Harry! Are you insane?! You'll turn into an old man with a white beard..."
His hand grabbed empty air.
Harry's boots landed securely onto the stone tiles inside the Age Line.
There was no explosion, no rebounding magical blast wave; even that golden speckle of light didn't waver in the slightest. He had simply crossed over in the most ordinary manner, both feet standing in front of the tall stool.
Ron froze completely where he stood.
His mouth hung wide open, his hand still suspended in mid-air in a grasping posture, his knuckles trembling slightly. He crept forward two steps, squatting down against the edge of the golden line, waving his hands back and forth a foot above the line, the flesh on his face twitching several times.
"How... how did you get in?"
Standing inside the golden line, Harry looked back at him, showing no intention of speaking.
Ron jumped up from the ground, his feet pacing back and forth frantically outside the line, his soles producing harsh squeaks against the floor tiles.
"Did you drink an Aging Potion? No, Fred and the others tried that; Aging Potions don't work at all! How did you trick Dumbledore's spell? Did Professor Moody secretly teach you some ward-breaking curse? Or did you get some high-tier Dark Magic artifact?"
Harry unfurled the parchment in his hand, looking at the words written in ink: "Harry Potter—Hogwarts."
In his mind surfaced the desk in the Headmaster's office from hours ago, along with Dumbledore's heavy, scalding palms pressing down on his shoulders.
"We need a god, Harry."
The old wizard's voice seemed to still echo in his ears.
Harry lifted his head, extending his hand to offer the parchment above the flames.
The blue-white tongue of fire rolled upward as if alive, instantly engulfing the parchment. The paper was reduced to ash in the flames; within half a second, the fire flashed a blinding, blood-red hue, before swiftly restoring to its tranquil blue-white glow.
The submission was complete.
Outside, Ron stared with glazed eyes. He clutched his hair with both hands, rubbing his red hair into a messy bird's nest, his body pressing nearly against the golden line, yet never daring to take that step.
"You actually put it in! Merlin's beard! Fourteen! You're only fourteen!"
Ron's voice was a chaotic mix of terror, jealousy, and extreme agitation. He slapped Harry on the lower back, letting out a muffled thud.
"Do you know what this means? If the Goblet of Fire spits out your name tomorrow night, you'll have to compete on the same stage against seventeen- and eighteen-year-old upperclassmen from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang! All of Europe will be watching you then!"
Harry stepped slowly out from the Age Line, stepping back beside Ron.
Ron immediately stuck to him like glue, grabbing Harry's arm and shaking it forcefully.
"Tell me! How did you get in? Is there some secret code? Or are you carrying some special talisman on you?"
Harry shoved both hands back into his trouser pockets, his shoulders shrugging slightly.
"I don't know. I just walked in."
"Cut that crap!" Frantic, Ron pinched his arm. "I know how many holes you have in your underpants; how could you cross Dumbledore's Age Line for no reason? Did you seek someone else out behind my back?"
Harry's face darkened, and he swatted Ron's hand away with force.
"I told you, I don't know."
Knocked half a step backward by the shove, an insulted fury surfaced on Ron's face. But looking at Harry's tightly wound expression, he swallowed his curses back down, kicking the adjacent stone pillar hard with the tip of his shoe instead.
Stone chips bounced against the corner of the wall with a sharp clack.
"Fine, don't tell me if you don't want to." Ron wiped his nose with the back of his hand, storming angrily toward the corridor they had come from. "Anyway, if you truly become a champion, we'll see how that Rosier kid acts so high and mighty in the Great Hall. Doesn't he hold that Commander-in-Chief title? Once you take the championship in front of thousands of people, everyone will know that Gryffindor is the one that can truly fight!"
Harry followed behind him, the two passing one after the other through the dim passage.
The residual glow of the hearth elongated their shadows, casting them against the ancient stone walls of the castle like two phantoms sneaking through the dark night.
Ron's mouth didn't stop the entire way, his hands flailing back and forth in mid-air.
"Tomorrow night when the champions are chosen, I am definitely sitting across from the Slytherin table. I want to see with my own eyes how Malfoy's face turns completely green. And Hermione—if she sees your name drifting out of the flames, let's see if she still dares to count Galleons for Rosier in the basement every day."
Walking behind with his head lowered, the sweat on Harry's palms had long since dried, leaving only an icy chill.
He listened to Ron's complaints and wild fantasies ahead, neither arguing nor replying.
The castle in the dead of night was frighteningly quiet, leaving only the whistling of the wind blowing through the distant tower vents, as if conducting the final overture for the impending storm.
Passing through the heavy ironwood doors, the steam and floral fragrances ahead suddenly condensed, replaced instead by a vast and quiet stone-carved arched hall.
Faint ripples of magic power floated through the air like a sheet of water spread across the floor, stirring imperceptible ripples when stepped upon. The furnishings in the room were sparse: several large stone-carved vases stood on either side, two armchairs upholstered in deep crimson velvet sat in the center, two half-human-tall silver-plated circular mirrors hung against the wall, and diagonally sat an unlit rough stone fireplace.
Liliana leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, those towering breasts trembling slightly with her breathing. She tilted her little head, a sly, wicked grin hanging on her lips.
"Dear Jerry, welcome to the second trial."
She raised a small foot and stomped hard on the stone floor.
"This room looks completely empty, but two young witches have long since disguised themselves using Transfiguration. The rule Big Sister Hermione gave is very simple: you only have three chances to find them. Walk up to the object you suspect, and touch it with a part of your body. If you uncover both of them within three attempts, you pass cleanly; if you exhaust all three attempts without finding them both... humph, humph, you'll have to obediently put on restraining handcuffs tonight and act as an 'exhibit' in the drawing room all night long."
Jerry stuffed both hands into his trouser pockets, stepping leisurely across the damp flagstones, taking his time to survey the entire room.
"Disguised as furniture?"
"This is the coursework achievement of advanced Transfiguration." Liliana shrugged, sliding her petite frame onto a nearby low bench to sit, her legs kicking cheerfully in the air. "Hiding in here are Padma and Parvati. For today's trial, the two sisters practiced in the underground workshop for three full nights. A word of warning: they aren't those clumsy Transfiguration novices on the front lines. If you rely purely on your naked eyes, I guarantee you'll be dazzled."
Jerry was in no rush to act.
He walked slowly across the flagstone floor in the center of the room, his footsteps exceedingly light. Although no lights were lit inside the room, a unique sweet fragrance mixing tuberose and balsam fir faintly lingered in the air. That was the herbal perfume the Patil sisters habitually wore; exceptionally faint and elegant, yet incapable of eluding senses honed by roaming the black markets and front lines for years.
Jerry stopped in front of the deep crimson velvet armchair on the left.
The fabric of the armchair was smooth and pristine, looking no different from ordinary noble furniture. But when Jerry bent down and leaned close above the backrest, he distinctly sensed that the air temperature there was two degrees higher than the surroundings. That was the faint body heat radiating from living human skin.
"Number one."
Without the slightest hesitation, Jerry undid his belt buckle, thrust his hips forward, and sent his thick, hard, colossal member forward, the heavy coronal head slamming forcefully onto the soft cushion of the armchair's backrest.
Smack!
A crisp slap rang out!
The velvet cushion caved in violently, followed by a dazzling flash of white light erupting across the armchair's surface!
"Eek!"
A coquettish shriek echoed through the room. The deep crimson armchair twisted and elongated rapidly within the light, transforming into a tall, voluptuous female form. Parvati Patil lay sprawled on her back across the floor, her thighs snow-white, her garments half-undone, those firm, towering breasts heaving erratically with her rapid breathing.
She wrapped her arms around Jerry's thigh, her small hands smoothly groping onto Jerry's scalding, thick meat pillar, her face flushing crimson.
"Jerry! You're far too rough! Why did you slam this thing straight into me?!"
Parvati looked up, her tone carrying the feistiness and passion unique to Gryffindor. She raised a snow-white, slender leg, hooking it directly around Jerry's waist, pulling herself flush against Jerry.
"How did you find me? I even used Transfiguration to suppress my breathing to the minimum!"
"You put on far too much tuberose perfume." Jerry looked down at her, delivering a firm slap to her perky buttocks while he was at it.
Smack!
"Ooh... bastard!" Parvati whimpered softly, rubbing Jerry's thick, rigid shaft vigorously with both hands, her eyes filled with blazing delight. "You win! You passed the first one! Hurry and find Padma; that girl said if you can't find her, you'll have to copy three feet of parchment reports for her Potions class tomorrow morning!"
Jerry swatted away Parvati's entangling hands, turned around, and looked toward the right side of the room.
There were now two attempts remaining, and one final hider.
Padma was a top student in Ravenclaw; her mind was far more meticulous than the fiery Parvati. Jerry swept his gaze past the stone-carved vases in the room, then looked at the rough stone fireplace in the corner. The stone texture of the vases was cold and flawless, devoid of any leaking magic power; the ash in the fireplace carried a dull charcoal scent, equally without flaws.
Finally, Jerry's gaze settled upon the two silver-plated circular mirrors mounted on the wall.
The two circular mirrors hung side by side. The mirror on the left clearly reflected the scenery in the room, down to the exact lines of the floor tiles; whereas on the surface of the circular mirror on the right, though equally pristine as new, the silver patterns along the frame exhibited an exceedingly minuscule, rhythmic pulse.
That was the precise magical circuitry of Ravenclaw.
Stepping over Parvati's extended long legs, Jerry walked up to the silver-plated circular mirror on the right in a few strides.
"Padma, Ravenclaw logic is flawless, but you forgot that mirrors don't need to breathe."
Jerry leaned forward, bracing both hands against the wall, his waist thrusting violently forward!
The thick, scalding coronal head, carrying immense force, slammed ruthlessly into the dead center of that silver-plated circular mirror!
Smack!
The mirror's surface instantly rippled violently like water, the silver patterns on the frame disintegrating. Accompanied by a soft moan, the mirror warped and expanded in mid-air, subsequently transforming into a tall, graceful woman radiating a scholarly aura and an enchanting bodily fragrance.
Padma tumbled out from the wall, landing squarely in Jerry's arms.
She wore a deep blue silk nightgown, the belt loosely tied, exposing a large swath of snow-white, firm collarbones and towering, perky breasts. She reached up and wrapped her arms around Jerry's neck, her slender legs smoothly coiling around Jerry's waist, her face buried in the crook of Jerry's neck, panting heavily.
"You actually saw through it at a glance... I used three overlapping Confundus Charms."
Padma's voice was far gentler than Parvati's, yet her actions were equally bold. She parted her lips, lightly biting Jerry's Adam's apple, leaving a wet red mark.
"Using only two of your three chances—Mr. Major Shareholder Jerry, it seems your intuition is even more formidable than our sisters' magic."
Sitting nearby, Liliana clapped her small hands and stood up, hopping cheerfully twice on her feet.
"Cleared! Cleared! Congratulations to the Major Shareholder for successfully finding the Patil sisters!"
Liliana ran over, pinched Padma's perky buttocks, giggling so hard she shook.
"Since you've cleared the trial, according to the rules of 'Eden', the two guardians must provide the champion with the sweetest clearance reward."
Parvati climbed up from the floor, her bare feet stepping on the flagstones. She extended both small hands, pulling Jerry's arms from left and right, those full breasts rubbing back and forth flush against Jerry's arms.
"Come on, Major Shareholder; the door to the next trial hasn't opened yet. Let's settle our accounts right here first."
Parvati pushed Jerry down into the deep crimson velvet armchair in the center, before dropping to her knees between Jerry's thighs. Padma circled around from behind, throwing her long legs over the backrest, naturally sitting behind Jerry's shoulders, her hands exploring downward along Jerry's chest.
The temperature in the room skyrocketed.
Parvati extended her long, wet tongue, licking Jerry's scalding, thick shaft all the way from the base to the coronal head.
Slurp!
A harsh wet sound exploded in the quiet arched hall.
Parvati opened her mouth wide, taking the thick head entirely inside, her cheeks hollowing as she began to bob up and down at high frequency. Massive gushes of saliva streamed down her chin, dripping onto the floor tiles with crisp patter-patter sounds.
Meanwhile, Padma leaned close to Jerry's ear from behind, letting out waves of low, enticing moans. One of her hands wandered across Jerry's lower abdomen, while the other slid down along Jerry's back, her fingertips feeling down to the lower edge of Jerry's buttocks, gently and skillfully caressing that hidden area.
"Mmh... Jerry... your body is so hot..."
Padma hummed softly from behind, her delicate body heaving violently, rubbing her own breasts back and forth against the back of Jerry's head.
In front, Parvati pumped faster and faster, a string of incoherent moans tumbling from her mouth.
"Ha-ah... too thick... can't suck it all... Jerry... press down on me harder..."
Jerry pressed his hands onto Parvati's hair in front and Padma's slender thigh behind, his waist rhythmically thrusting forward, the thick, hard meat pillar burying endlessly deep into Parvati's wet, warm oral cavity. Piercing wet sounds, ragged panting, and the intertwined moans of the two sisters echoed endlessly throughout the arched hall.
This originally cold stone-carved room was now completely reduced to a secret chamber of pleasure and wanton indulgence.
After a full half-hour of frenzied entanglement, the stone archway ahead rumbled, slowly ascending upward, revealing the hidden passage leading deeper into "Eden"—toward the final core domain.
The moment he took his first step inward from the stone archway, the void ahead abruptly expanded outward.
The originally cramped subterranean stone chamber, under the violent expansion of magical array runes, instantly evolved into a profound underground hall spanning hundreds of feet. The air was thick with the nearly solid pulsing of magic power; the scent of balsam fir, the pungency of dragon's blood potions, the chill of ancient stone, and the sweetness of sunken wood essential oils intertwined, forming a suffocatingly scalding wave of heat.
Four colossal stone platforms, dozens of feet high, stood around the perimeter of the hall.
On the eastern platform, Professor McGonagall stood in a dark green form-fitting velvet robe, a few loose strands of her pinned-up hair dangling, hands resting upon the control array core at the edge of the stone platform, looking down with an imperious gaze.
On the southern platform, Hermione wore a form-fitting grey wool sweater paired with a tight short skirt, her long legs pressed tightly together, her hands rapidly gesturing over several hovering parchment array diagrams, her chest heaving rapidly with her breath.
On the western platform, Isabella wore a dark purple high-slit gown, her slender frame leaning against a stone pillar, her two snow-white legs crossed, several pale purple bloodline threads twined around her fingers.
On the northern platform, Vera wore only a brownish-black leather cuirass wrapping her blisteringly hot, voluptuous body, her exposed tanned thigh muscles taut, her red hair dancing wildly in the wind, a feral grin hanging on her lips.
"Major Shareholder, don't think you can rest on your laurels just because you passed the first two trials."
Hermione's voice was the first to reverberate above the entire hall. She pressed down on the array core from above, forcing both hands downward.
"Professor McGonagall and I used two hundred high-tier ward stones, combined with Vera's dragon blood core and Isabella's sensory maze, to forge this 'Four Symbols Demon Sealing Array'. If you don't smash and pierce through all the array cores within three minutes, you'll have to lie obediently on the central stone platform tonight and let the four of us do with you as we please!"
Professor McGonagall braced against the stone platform, her mature, voluptuous figure leaning forward, a trace of unmasked heat in her cool tone.
"Jerry, no wands allowed! This is the highest assessment standard of the frontline strike teams!"
"Hahahaha! Boy! Show us the skills you used to rip Dark Magic barriers apart barehanded on the front lines!" Vera planted a boot on the edge of the platform, slamming her hands together in front of her with a heavy thud of flesh and leather. "If you lose, I'll be the first to ride you tonight!"
Isabella tightened the threads between her fingers, purring with a seductive laugh: "Stop wasting words on him; activate the array!"
Rumble!
All four stone platforms erupted with blinding radiance simultaneously!
The flagstone floor of the entire underground hall began to reassemble madly; dozens of stone walls, dozens of feet high, roared up from the floor seams, crisscrossing and spiraling, instantly evolving into a giant, high-speed rotating 3D labyrinth!
Descending alongside the labyrinth were dozens of combat automatons fused from advanced Transfiguration and metal golems.
Standing over ten feet tall, forged entirely from black iron and dense hardwood, steam hissing from their joints, holding warhammers and spears, they marched out in rows from behind the stone walls. Their heavy boots slammed against the floor tiles, shaking the entire hall with booming echoes.
Jerry stood at the entrance of the labyrinth, empty-handed, not even rolling down his sleeves.
He looked down at the black particles of the Jiuyou Abyss slowly coalescing in his palm, the corners of his mouth hooking into an icy, confident arc.
"An array modified by the four of you working together certainly makes quite a racket."
His toes slammed forcefully against the damp flagstones!
Jerry's silhouette transformed into a blurred afterimage in an instant; instead of retreating, he charged straight into that high-speed rotating stone labyrinth!
The three black iron automatons leading the front swung their warhammers simultaneously, screaming through the air, smashing down ruthlessly toward Jerry's head and chest from left, center, and right!
The wind of the hammers violently whipped away the hair on Jerry's forehead.
Jerry didn't even blink. His body folded backward in mid-air at an impossible angle, dodging the pincer attack of the side hammers; forming a palm with his right hand, without the aid of any wand, he struck straight onto the chest plate of the center automaton!
Wandless Casting—Jiuyou Abyss Shock Strike!
Copious amounts of ink-black demonic Qi particles erupted from his palm in an instant, like a visible black diamond chisel violently burrowing through the metal seams of the automaton!
Crack!
Without even generating a flash of explosion, the core in the chest of that colossal black iron automaton collapsed instantly, its massive body exploding in mid-air into thousands of tiny metal shards, spraying wildly in all directions!
Using the flying shrapnel to vault upward, Jerry twisted his body in mid-air and grabbed empty space with his left hand.
Wandless Casting—Myriad Spirits Attraction!
The two warhammers he had shattered were forcefully dragged over by an immense invisible force, spinning at high speed in mid-air, transforming into two pitch-black tempests that slammed into the six wooden automatons charging from behind!
The sounds of impact were continuous!
Wood splinters and snapped gears rained down across the hall.
Watching from the northern platform, Vera's blood boiled; kicking aside the railing before her, she slammed both hands into the dragon blood control trough.
"Good boy! Tough enough! Taste my Dragonflame Automatons!"
The earth in the center of the labyrinth churned open, and two colossal metal dragon automatons radiating scorching dark red light crawled out from beneath the ground. Concentrated alchemical poison flames vaulted dozens of feet from their mouths; their twenty-foot metal tails swept across the stone walls, instantly whipping three walls into fine powder!
Waves of fire rolled with crushed stone, painting the entire labyrinth into a hellscape of black and crimson!
"Hermione! Seal his retreat!" Isabella shouted from the west, her purple bloodline threads descending overwhelmingly from the sky, strangling every single inch of maneuverable space around Jerry.
Hermione's hands crossed rapidly, thirty-six blue ward runes piecing together in the air to form an immaculately thick hemispherical dome, locking Jerry dead in the center.
"Let's see where you run this time!" Hermione shouted, her chest heaving violently from the rapid output of magic power.
Standing in the center of the dead corner, Jerry looked up.
The scorching dragonflame was already half a foot from his face, the purple threads bound his limbs, and above his head was the heavy sealing dome Hermione had personally erected.
He took a deep breath, brought his hands together in front of his chest, and then tore them open to both sides!
No wand needed, no incantation needed; the immense magic power and Jiuyou Abyss demonic arts suppressed within him erupted without reservation in this moment!
"Demonic Sun—Full-Domain Release!"
A massive black-and-red sphere of light centered on Jerry expanded violently within a thousandth of a second!
That was no ordinary fireball; that was a violent energy field compressed to the absolute extreme!
The two nearest metal dragon automatons didn't even have time to whimper before their massive metal bodies were vaporized upon contact with the black-red sphere, melting into a few drops of scalding metal liquid!
The hundreds of purple bloodline threads Isabella extended were incinerated inch by inch upon touching the sphere; the backlash violently jolted her delicate body, forcing a gasp from her lips as she stumbled back several steps.
The thick ward dome Hermione had erected was like paper, violently breached from the inside by the black-red sphere, the entire blue rune barrier shattering into blue powder with a resounding crack!
RUMBLE-BOOM——!
The entire subterranean stone labyrinth controlled by Professor McGonagall was as fragile as a sandcastle before this cataclysmic storm of wandless magic. Every stone wall, every automaton, every mechanism and array core was uprooted simultaneously, hurled a hundred feet into the air by the raging blast, and shredded to dust by black fire in mid-air!
Dust and a torrential rain of debris poured down.
The colossal and complex "Four Symbols Demon Sealing Array" had been blasted from its roots by Jerry within two minutes using the most primal, overwhelming violence!
The four stone platforms shook violently under the terrifying shockwave, the ward runes atop them popping and fracturing.
The dust gradually settled.
The labyrinth and automatons in the underground hall were long gone, replaced instead by a flat terrace baked glowing red by scorching demonic Qi. At the deepest recess of the terrace, the tropical hot spring water originally concealed beneath the array cores was forced open by this brute force; massive gushes of scalding, crystal-clear spring water erupted from the fissures, instantly filling the central basin into a colossal hot spring pool billowing with white steam.
Jerry stood beside the hot spring pool, the black shirt on his upper body completely shredded from the explosion, exposing his firm, sleek chest and abdomen.
He wiped the dust from his face, looking up at the four platforms ahead.
"The array is broken."
Jerry's voice echoed through the vast, humid hall.
The protective barriers on the four platforms dispersed, and four peerlessly stunning women floated slowly down from above, landing on the stone flagstones beside the hot spring pool.
Hermione braced against a broken pillar nearby, panting heavily, her grey wool sweater somewhat disheveled from the magical backlash, her full breasts heaving at high frequency with her rapid breathing. Looking at the bare ground, her eyes were filled with shock and irrepressible desire.
"You lunatic... that was two hundred high-tier rune stones..."
Professor McGonagall stepped forward in her high heels, her dark green velvet robe having mostly fallen away in the blast, exposing the voluptuous, mature body beneath. Her slender legs felt somewhat weak; pressing both hands onto Jerry's bare chest, feeling that wildly pounding heartbeat and searing body temperature, her lips trembled uncontrollably.
"Wandless casting... directly destroying the Four Symbols core... Jerry, if the Aurors on the front lines saw you just now, they would probably all drop to their knees and hail you as a god."
Vera strode over bare-footed, wrapping her arms around Jerry's waist from behind, pressing her full, firm breasts dead tight against Jerry's back, biting down wildly on his neck.
"I fucking love this unreasonable brute force of yours! Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"
Isabella wound around him like a water snake, her long, snow-white legs smoothly coiling around Jerry's waist, her purplish-red lips pressing against Jerry's, exhaling an intoxicating fragrance.
"Since the array is broken... according to the rules of 'Eden', all four of us... are now your spoils of war, Major Shareholder."
The rushing sound of spring water cascaded all around, the billowing white steam thoroughly enveloping the five figures in a hazy, humid world.
Hermione was the first to strip off her sweater and skirt, her flawless, snow-white body radiating an enticing luster in the steam. Her legs giving way, she knelt directly onto the damp flagstones at Jerry's feet, her small hands eagerly undoing the belt buckle at Jerry's waist.
That massive object, already swollen fiery red and thick as a forearm, sprang out instantly, the fist-sized coronal head slapping directly against Hermione's face.
"Ha-ah... so huge..."
Hermione bit her lower lip, wrapping both hands around it, letting out a wet moan. Opening her mouth wide, she leaned forward and took that massive coronal head deep into her oral cavity in one gulp.
Slurp!
An exceptionally loud, wet sound exploded beside the hot spring pool!
Hermione's small mouth was stretched to its limit; massive amounts of clear saliva surged wildly from her chin, dripping onto her dangling, full breasts. She began to bob her head up and down at high frequency, her wet, soft tongue frantically sweeping across the rough shaft.
Behind him, Professor McGonagall could no longer contain the fire in her heart either. She shed her tattered robes, revealing that deliciously voluptuous, mature body in its thirties. Pressing against Jerry from behind, parting her long, snow-white thighs, she knelt directly behind Jerry.
McGonagall cupped Jerry's buttocks with both hands, lowering her head, pressing that noble, cold, and glamorous face against Jerry's hidden lower rear area.
Extending her wet, soft tongue, carrying the unyielding grit of a frontline commander, she began to lick and circle that most sensitive, hidden area with all her might!
"Mmh... Jerry... tonight... I give you everything..."
McGonagall let out low, suppressed moans in the gaps between her licks, the tip of her tongue penetrating deeper, drawing out harsh, wet sounds.
Meanwhile, Vera and Isabella were not to be outdone.
Vera sat directly straddling a nearby stone bench, her thick, firm thighs spread wide, cupping her heavy breasts with both hands, gesturing for Jerry to come over. Isabella pressed flush against Jerry's flank, clamping the other side of his body with her soft breasts, sucking hungrily on Jerry's earlobe and collarbone.
"Jerry... hurry... use that monster of yours... pierce through every single one of us..."
In front, Hermione pumped faster and faster, a string of muffled moans tumbling from her mouth, saliva and pre-cum mixing together, churning up copious white foam where the two connected. Behind, Professor McGonagall utilized her tongue to the absolute limit, the wet sucking sounds rising and falling amidst the warm steam.
Jerry pressed his hands onto Hermione's head in front and Isabella's soft flesh at his side, his waist beginning to thrust forward and pull back with ferocious intensity!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Clearly, this was the ultimate feast of the victor.