"Over there, quick, look!"
"Where?"
"Next to the tall red-haired boy and the brown-haired girl."
"How adorable!"
"Did you see her scar?"
The next day, as Harley left her dormitory, the whispers followed her relentlessly. Students lined up outside the classroom, tiptoeing to catch a glimpse of her. In the corridor, they would walk past her, then double back to stare. Harley wished they wouldn't do this; she was extremely uncomfortable being the center of so much attention.
Hermione, on the other hand, thrived under the spotlight. She reveled in the attention, walking with her head held high in pride and confidence.
Finally reaching the dining hall, Harley began enjoying her lavish breakfast. Just then, a dozen or so owls suddenly swooped in, startling her. The owls circled the tables until they found their targets, dropping letters or packages on their recipients' laps.
Although Harley had Hedwig, she hadn't expected to receive any mail or packages from others.
But then something unexpected happened: Hedwig had brought Harley a package.
After feeding Hedwig some toast, Harley eagerly tore into the package, dying to see what was inside. When she opened the box and saw its contents, she let out a small gasp and quickly slammed the lid shut. But Hermione and Ron, sitting beside her, had seen everything clearly.
"Hem... hem... Harley, what...?" Ron choked, pumpkin juice spraying from his mouth as he coughed and stared in shock. He hadn't expected someone to send Harley two incredibly realistic massage wands and a black glass bottle with an unknown contents.
"Oh, it's from Hagrid." Hermione picked up the note that had fallen out, quickly scanning its contents.
"Don't read that!" Harley's face burned crimson, smoke practically rising from her head as she snatched the note, stuffed it into her bag along with the package, and zipped it shut.
Throughout the day's classes, Harley avoided looking at Ron and Hermione's eyes. Ron remained in a daze, while Hermione? She answered every question the teacher posed eagerly, positively beaming with pride over all the points she'd earned for Gryffindor.
Ever since discovering she was in the Harry Potter world, Harley had purchased textbooks for all seven years and thoroughly reviewed them. Hermione in the original story was both brilliant and beautiful—how could Harley possibly lose to her?
Harley focused intently on the teacher's lecture. When she realized that Hermione, also from a Muggle family, was far more advanced than her, she felt a pang of disappointment. But when she saw that Ron and the others were at a similar level, she breathed a sigh of relief. The Magic Class, with its intriguing spells, helped her forget the morning's awkwardness as she earnestly practiced turning matches into needles with Ron and Hermione.
Back in the dormitory, Harley finally took out the embarrassing package and carefully read the instructions inside. The note explained how to use the contents.
Ever since Harley agreed to have sex with Hagrid, he had spent countless hours searching, not just in Diagon Alley but even venturing into Knockturn Alley, to find a solution that would allow her to accommodate his size.
Inside the box were two magical massage wands, capable of adjusting freely in size. Once activated, they offered a range of adjustable frequencies and speeds.
The black glass bottle contained a rare potion Hagrid had spent a fortune of Galleons to acquire. Not only did it increase the elasticity of the vagina, allowing it to accommodate larger penises and reducing the risk of injury, but regular use also helped maintain vaginal tone and prevent looseness. The application method involved evenly coating the massage wand with the ointment, inserting it after bathing, and changing it daily. Hermione recommended keeping it inserted at all times except during bathing and using the toilet.
The idea of keeping the object inside her at all times filled Harley with shame, yet she didn't want to disappoint Hagrid, leaving her torn.
"Harley, it's not a big deal. Don't overthink it," Hermione said, seeing her friend hesitate for so long. Unable to bear it any longer, she snatched the parchment from Harley's hand, tossed it aside, and led her to her wardrobe. Opening a drawer, she revealed a collection of various adult toys.
"This... this is..." Harley stammered, her face flushing crimson.
"It's just a small part of my collection. If my luggage weren't so cramped, I would have brought everything," Hermione grumbled.
"But... but what are you planning to do with these?" Harley asked, both shy and intensely curious.
"Of course, we're going to use them!" Hermione declared confidently.
"But... but..." Harley envied Hermione's unwavering self-assurance, but she simply couldn't muster such boldness.
"Enough with the 'buts'! Let's go take a bath. I'll help you get that thing sorted out after we're done." Hermione pulled Harley into the bathroom.
"W-wait!" Harley protested, but Hermione had already dragged her inside.
Once inside the bathroom, Hermione swiftly stripped off her clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket in the corner. The house-elves would naturally collect and wash them. But when she turned around, she found Harley still standing frozen in place.
"Harley, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and get undressed!" Hermione snapped, hands on her hips. Her figure was on full display—her full, perky breasts and slender waist leading to wide hips had always been her pride and joy. Below her waist, her thick brown hair was neatly trimmed.
"Oh... okay..." Harley had never bathed with a friend before, and the novelty of the situation left her flustered.
Excluding that fat pig Dudley
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