"Heh heh... This is a rare aphrodisiac I worked hard to get. It can turn the purest saint into the most depraved whore, make you climax even while walking in your underwear. You'll never be able to live without a man's cock again. Heh heh... I'm honored to use it on a survivor like you," a lecherous man grinned, revealing yellow teeth.
"Damn, Old Alex, to think you could get to Harley Potter! This is fucking amazing. I won't wash my cock for the rest of my life. Hurry up, Old Alex! Once you're done, it's our turn," another meaty-faced man urged.
"No... I don't want this... wah... wah..." Surrounded by lecherous gazes, Harley sobbed in terror, knowing she was about to be gang-raped.
"Ugh... ahh... How is this possible? Ugh... ah..." The moment he entered her, intense pleasure erupted, and she couldn't help but scream.
"Feel that? That's how good it feels! Just as I expected from Harley Potter—her pussy is so tight it's making me almost come!"
"Too bad she's not a virgin. Who could still be a virgin after talking so dirty? Her pussy must have been opened by some other bastard long ago."
"Old Alex, hurry up! It's time to switch. Tsk tsk, this slut's squirting like a fountain—her pussy and asshole are both clenching uncontrollably. Look at her nipples and pussy, all pink and swollen. Who knew she was so fucking depraved?"
"No... mmh... no... mmah..." Harley was both humiliated and enraged by their filthy words.
"I can't... ah... I'm gonna break... mmah..." After being gang-fucked by over a dozen men, Harley had lost count of how many times she'd climaxed. Now, she was weakly held in the arms of one of them, being fucked relentlessly.
Harley didn't know whether to be relieved that her anus seemed to have been forgotten—still intact.
By the time Hagrid finished his conversation and sneaked back with a few more drinks, Harley had already been cleaned up, force-fed a bottle of recovery potion, and her underwear had mysteriously disappeared.
Hagrid apologized profusely for his carelessness. Harley sighed and forgave him.
What Harley didn't notice was that behind her, the men who had raped her were holding memory crystal orbs.
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Finally arriving in Diagon Alley, Hagrid took Harley to the Wizarding Bank to retrieve a small cloth bag and withdraw money.
After Hagrid bought Harley an owl for her birthday, he told her to shop on her own while he hurried home. He'd accidentally taken too much time and needed to rush to meet Headmaster Dumbledore.
Harley was once again speechless at Hagrid's cluelessness, but she was excited to wander Magic Street at her own pace.
Assuming that getting her school uniform would take a while, Harley decided to start at Mr. Malkin's robe shop.
Mr. Malkin, a kindly-looking wizard with an amiable smile, put Harley at ease. She didn't notice his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, leering at her the moment she entered, his smile deepening when he saw the lightning-shaped scar on her forehead.
"Looking for Hogwarts robes, dear?" he asked before she could speak. "We have plenty. In fact, a young man is trying on robes in the back right now."
Behind the shop, a pale, thin boy stood on a footstool while a witch pinned his black robe. Mr. Malkin had Harley stand on another footstool beside him and told her to wait while he fetched the robes from the storeroom.
"Hey," the boy said, "are you going to Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," Harley replied.
"My dad's next door buying my books, and my mom went down the street to find a wand." He spoke slowly, drawling each word in an irritating manner. "Then I'm going to drag them to see the brooms. I don't get why first-years aren't allowed their own. I'm going to make my dad buy me one anyway, and figure out a way to sneak it in."
This immediately reminded Harley of Dudley. The boy then asked her a series of questions that made her feel utterly ignorant. She turned away, refusing to acknowledge him, but failed to notice him subtly eyeing her up and down. Finally, as if confirming something, he smirked maliciously.
Draco Malfoy, raised in aristocratic privilege and seasoned by countless conquests, could tell even through her baggy T-shirt that Harley was the finest specimen he'd ever seen. Though young, her innocent beauty and shapely figure promised limitless potential. Though no longer a virgin, her flaws were insignificant compared to her virtues. Not wearing underwear at all... that was pure depravity. Draco had already decided to turn Harley into his personal sex toy.
"All set, dear," the witch measuring the boy said.
"Alright then, see you at Hogwarts," the boy drawled, giving Harley a meaningful look before leaving.
Harley was relieved to be free of the boy's conversation. Just then, Mr. Malkin returned with a measuring tape and some fabric samples. He sent the witch off for the day, leaving Harley alone with him in the shop.
"Darling, raise your arms so I can measure you."
"Mmm...ah...ah..." Harley obediently raised her arms, but the measuring tape brushed against her sensitive nipples, nearly making her jump.
"What's wrong? Let me see." Before Harley could answer, Mr. Malkin yanked her skirt up and off.
"Ah..." Harley gasped, covering her chest with one hand and her lower body with the other as she crouched down.
"Oh my... oh my... Who knew the famous Harley Potter was a nudist? You're not wearing a bra or underwear at all!" Mr. Malkin finally revealed his true nature.
"You..." Harley was stunned, unable to comprehend how the seemingly kind man from moments ago had suddenly transformed into a lecherous pervert.
"Since you enjoy being exposed so much, let's give everyone outside a good view of your naked body!" Mr. Malkin declared.
With a flick of his wand, a leather strip bound Harley's hands and hoisted her up to the chandelier, forcing her arms high above her head. Two more strips lifted her legs wide open, facing a large expanse of transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.
"No..." Harley screamed, struggling desperately. How could she let outsiders see her in such a humiliating state?
Unbeknownst to Harley, Mr. Malkin had locked the door when the witches left for the day and enchanted the floor-to-ceiling windows to be visible only from the inside, completely opaque from the outside.
"How lewd! You're already wet like this, aren't you? The more people see your slutty state, the more excited you get, don't you?" Mokin stood behind Harley, spreading her folds with two fingers to let her juices drip out.
"N-no... I'm not..." Harley denied stubbornly.
"You little liar. Your slutty pussy is far more honest than you. Look how it keeps writhing, clinging tightly to my fingers!" Mokin's one hand caressed Harley's smooth, firm skin while his other hand plunged into her honeyed depths.
"Mmm... Don't... don't say that... moan..."
"Be patient. I'll fill you up soon enough." Mokin pulled out his erect penis, the hardened weapon already throbbing with desire, and brutally thrust it into Harley's already drenched entrance.
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