[Harry Potter's Lewdness at Hogwarts] (1-20)

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Chapter 1 The Girl Who Survived and Was Raped
"Oh... Dudley, why didn't you stay up a little later?" Petunia put down the greasy, bubble-covered dishes in her hands, smiled gently, and said to her precious son.
Although Harry had always been curious about how that mean face could be associated with gentleness, she wouldn't be stupid enough to ask, otherwise the consequences would be dire.
"It's my birthday today, how could I stay up late? Where's Harry?" Dudley looked around, dissatisfied that he didn't see Harry.
"Here she is, son!" Vernon laughed, lifted the tablecloth, revealing Harry, who was naked under the table, diligently swallowing Vernon's thick and long ugly penis.
"Daddy, we agreed that Harley is mine today, how could you sneak a peek?" Dudley pulled out a chair and sat down, slapping Harley's upturned bottom, making her groan.
"Sorry, sorry, my good son, how about I buy you two more gifts later?"
"Okay, but I want to choose them myself." Dudley looked Harley up and down with a mischievous glint in his
eyes. Harley shrank back; she had no doubt that the new toys Dudley bought would be used on her.
"Of course, no problem, my good son, hurry up and eat your breakfast! It's getting cold."
"Harley, come up here." Dudley pouted at the sausages he was tired of eating on the table.
"Daddy." Harley crawled out from under the table and stood beside Dudley with her head down.
"Sit on the table, legs spread." Dudley held up a thick, hard sausage and gave Harley a wicked grin.
"Daddy..." Harley looked at him pleadingly.
"Aren't you going up? Dudley's friends are coming soon." Aunt Penny's shrill voice rang out.
Harry resignedly sat down at the table. Uncle Vernon and Dudley might have shown her some leniency, but her aunt, who always loathed her, was definitely not going to help.
Penny glanced at Harry with disgust. Harry was becoming more and more like her wretched sister, the woman she envied so much. From a young age, Harry was beautiful and always pretended to be well-behaved. Everyone liked her, even the boy Penny used to like chased after her. Every time she did something wrong, she would innocently claim it wasn't intentional, making everyone think they were the ones bullying her.
Harry inherited her mother's beauty and emerald eyes, and her jet-black hair came from her father. At only 11, she was already well-developed, with a curvaceous figure, though a little thin. If Dudley hadn't complained that she was too thin to carry, she might have starved even more. Of course, she wasn't nearsighted.
Knowing that her husband had raped Harry, Penny didn't say anything, but she felt even more disgusted with Harry, thinking that she was already seducing people at such a young age. As for Dudley toying with Harry, that was even less of a problem; boys like to play pranks, after all.
"Ah... Dudley...it's too deep...uh...ah..." Harley braced herself on her sides, her legs spread in an M shape, the thick, hard sausage thrusting in and out of her tender hole, its rough surface scraping against the inner walls, bringing Harley waves of pleasure.
"Little slut, look at your juices." Dudley pulled out the sausage, which was covered in Harley's juices, glistening with moisture.
"No...I didn't..." Harley's cheeks flushed, and she turned her head away in shame.
"You lying little bitch, looks like I need to teach you a lesson." Dudley made Harley get off, bracing himself on the table and sticking his buttocks up.
Eleven-year-old Dudley inherited Vernon's fat and strong physique, and he pulled out his enormous penis and thrust it hard into Harley's wet hole.
"Oh...Dudley...too fast...uh...ah..." Harley tried to support herself, but was being roughly pounded back and forth by Dudley.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and Penny went to open the door. It was Dudley's best friend, Pierre, and his mother.
"Oh... Dudley, spare me! Peel's here, ah... umm..." Harley pleaded. If Peel, that guy with the most tricks, saw her, she'd be in big trouble. At school, because of Dudley and his gang, nobody dared to be her friend. At school, she could run away and try to avoid Dudley, even though she'd still be punished at home. It was better than being humiliated at school. Dudley,
with his boastful nature, had already told his best friend about Harley, so Peel always stared at her with lewd eyes. Once, when she thought she was going to be gang-raped, she somehow ran to the roof and escaped.
After seeing his mother off, Peel followed Penny into the restaurant. His eyes lit up at the sight of the erotic scene, and he whistled.
"Not bad! Bro, so much fun first thing in the morning."
"Of course, you've always complained that Harley, that little bitch, is too good at running away. Today, you can play with her too." Dudley smiled smugly and patted Harley's pert buttocks, which were clenched tightly because of Peel.
"Thanks, you're a true brother." Pierre was extremely excited, his already shifty appearance making him look even more sleazy.
"Alright, Dudley should get ready to go." Penny interrupted their conversation.
"Okay, let's continue in the car. Harley, go change into the clothes I picked out for you yesterday." Dudley sneered, finally letting go of Harley.
Harley staggered to her small room at the bottom of the stairs, the lewd fluids she left behind earning her an eye-roll from Aunt Penny.
After changing, Harley walked up to Dudley, her face flushed. Normally, she could only wear Dudley's old t-shirts, which would turn into baggy knee-length dresses on her. But today, Dudley had specially found his old clothes from when he was a child, which on Harley barely reached her buttocks.
"Who gave you permission to wear underwear? Take it off." Dudley frowned when he saw the white underwear peeking out from under Harley's skirt.
"But...but what if someone sees..." Harley was both ashamed and angry, but dared not resist.
Harry caught a glimpse of her panties, still damp with her own juices, being secretly slipped into Pierre's pocket. She glared at him, but he just grinned wickedly at her, unconcerned.
Harry had no choice but to obediently go out with the Dursleys. Sitting in the car, Harry's entire buttocks were exposed. Although Harry naturally had very little body hair, so there was no risk of it being exposed—no pubic or armpit hair, and almost no hair on her arms—her bare buttocks and vulva were directly against the cold leather seat.
"Harry, hurry up and suck my cock!" Dudley, upon getting in the car, revealed his still-erect penis, gesturing for Harry to give him oral sex.
Harry knelt humiliatedly in the middle seat, bending down to lick Dudley's penis. This exposed a large expanse of her beautiful pubic area to Pierre. Although Uncle Vernon's car windows were covered with dark tinted window film, making it difficult for outsiders to see inside, Harry still felt incredibly ashamed. She felt like the motorcyclist looking in the mirror next to her was staring at her—how embarrassing!
"Mmm... Ahh..." Before she could think any further, she was suddenly attacked from behind.
"I didn't expect little beauty Harley to be so lewd. She's always pretending, always saying no, but she's so horny in private..." Pierre played with Harley's pink labia with one hand, his fingers occasionally inserting lightly into her opening, while his other hand reached inside Harley's clothes to knead her developing breasts. Aunt Penny had never considered buying her underwear in order to save money.
"No... Pierre... Don't do this... Mmm... Ah... Not there... Ah..." Harley felt disgusted at the thought of being played with by this lewd man, but her body still reacted honestly.
"You're so naughty...someone's been gushing nonstop!" Pierce's three fingers moved rapidly in and out of Harley's vagina, deliberately making squelching sounds.
"No...uh...uh...uh..." Harley tried to protest but Dudley pressed her head down, his penis thrusting in and out of her mouth.
Penny saw Harley's miserable state through the rearview mirror and smiled coldly. Just imagining Lily (Harley's mother) being humiliated made her feel very satisfied.
After arriving at the zoo, Dudley's attention was diverted to the animals. Just when she thought she could finally relax, Pierce wouldn't let her go. He would sneakily touch her or pull at her carefully arranged clothes, exposing her to the elements multiple times. Harley felt extremely ashamed when she saw the disdainful looks from the other parents.
"Pierce, please don't do this, someone will see us." Harley couldn't help but plead in a low voice.
"Here you are, put this in and I'll let you go." Pierce shoved the hot dog in his hand into Harley's hand.
"Here??" Harley's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yes." Pierre smiled maliciously.
Harry glanced around at the people coming and going, biting her lower lip, and hid behind Pierre , shoving the hot dog down her groin.
She looked around hoping no one saw, but instead saw a five-year-old girl staring at her with wide eyes, oblivious to the lollipop falling. Harry's face flushed red, and she quickly squeezed her thighs together and left the scene. Pierre and Dudley, who had been watching the spectacle, laughed heartily and followed Harry to the reptile house.
After Harry accidentally released a python, Aunt Penny dragged her away by the ear, leaving only an empty display case and a wet hot dog.
Harry's buttocks were swollen for days after being taken home. If Dudley hadn't fed her, she would have starved to death, although she mostly ate his semen and penis.
Chapter Two: Gang Rape at the Amusement Park
By the time Harry's punishment ended, it was summer vacation.
The semester was over, and Harry was happy, but she couldn't avoid Dudley and his gang; they came to Dudley's house every day. Peel, Danny, Moken, and Gordon were all big, dumb guys, and Dudley was the biggest and dumbest of them all, making him their leader. Dudley's gang was happy to join in his favorite game—gang raping Harley.
Harley couldn't escape her fate of being gang-raped. Although she tried to stay outside and wander around, she was sometimes caught, and the five big boys were simply too much for her to handle.
Today, Harley was unfortunately caught in an empty children's playground. This place was too remote for many children to play in, and she didn't understand why she was found. She squatted on the slide, burying her face in her hands, unwilling to face reality.
"Harley, do you want to come down by yourself, or do we have to come up and catch you? Let me tell you, if you dare to run away, you should know what will happen if we catch you," the leader, Dudley, threatened.
"Only an idiot wouldn't run away." Inheriting the courage and recklessness of her parents, Griffin, Harry immediately took action. Besides, after being caught last time, her usually excellent recovery ability had left her bedridden for two days, so she knew how rough these energetic boys could be.
Harry jumped off the slide, trying to run to the other side, but the prepared group surrounded her from all sides, and Harry was eventually caught.
"Let me go!" Harry struggled, but her arms were firmly held by Pierre and Danny, and she was dragged in front of Dudley.
"You really don't learn your lesson, Harry!" Dudley grinned, seemingly having come up with another good idea to punish Harry.
"You bastard!" Harry struggled, her beautiful eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Dudley.
If it weren't for the fear of being scolded by Uncle Willen and Aunt Petunia, how could she possibly obey Dudley? Don't let her obedient and well-behaved nature at home fool you; once she's away from the Dursleys, she won't be stupid enough to stand there and let Dudley bully her.
"Since our little beauty Harley is so eager to play with these rides, let's play with her!"
Moken suggested.
"Let's start with the rocking horse. Does Harley like riding rocking horses? Oh dear, how could I forget? You like being ridden!" Gordon said maliciously, and everyone burst into laughter.
Harley was both ashamed and angry as they dragged her to the rocking horse. It was a rocking horse with springs at the bottom that could swing back and forth, but the seat was gone, leaving only a metal bar. Harley was forced to sit on the rocking horse, the metal bar pressing her panties deep into her vulva. Her hands were tied behind her back, putting all her weight on her lower body.
"Ah... don't move..." Harley cried out. The wicked boys began to make the rocking horse swing, the metal bar pressing her panties deep into her vulva, rubbing against Harley's genitals, and intense pleasure surged through her.
"Mmm... ah... there... no... mmm... too fast... have mercy on me... ah..." Harley's pretty face was full of lust, and her panties were already soaked.
"You little slut, you're already enjoying this? You've had your fun, but we haven't!" Dudley said, leading Harley to the balance beam and lifting her onto it, her stomach pressed against the beam and her feet off the ground. The sudden suspension made Harley uneasy, and Pierre and Dudley positioned themselves one in front of the other.
Pierre shoved his foul-smelling penis into Harley's mouth, the nauseating sensation making her gag, but Pierre took the opportunity to thrust even deeper and began to move his hips in and out.
Dudley also pulled down Harley's panties, pulling out his unusually large penis, one of the reasons he was the boss, and easily inserted it into her already soaking wet pussy with a soft "plop.
" "Harley, my little cutie, you're always so tight every time I fuck you, no wonder you're a natural cunt for being fucked," Dudley exclaimed, Harley's pussy was tight and hot, gripping him with unbearable pleasure.
"Ugh...ugh...mmm...mmm..." Harley whimpered in shame and indignation. Being filled from both ends with penises and surrounded by onlookers made her feel like she was about to faint, but the pleasure emanating from her vagina was irresistible.
Danny, Moken, and Gordon watched, their mouths watering, and began masturbating impatiently. After Peel finished, they immediately stepped in to replace him, but Dudley, seemingly gifted, was still full of energy and decided to change positions.
He lifted Harley from behind, spreading her legs wide, his penis still inside her. Her pink vagina was being penetrated by the dark penis, the tender flesh inside being turned inside out, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid, making the other four shout with excitement.
Harley covered her face and sobbed, but Dudley had no intention of letting her go. He led Harley to sit on the seesaw, ordering Peel and Danny to sit opposite her, and the two, still connected, began to play on the seesaw.
"Ah...no...um...ah..." Every time the seesaw went down, Dudley's huge penis would plunge deep into Harley's cunt, making her moan.
Next, she was fucked by others on the swing, rocking chair, slide...until finally she couldn't stand up anymore and could only lean against Dudley, panting, her clothes long since tossed aside.
"What are you doing?" A four-year-old boy walked over with a toy water gun and asked curiously. Harley screamed and curled up, trying to cover herself.
"This sister is sick, her little hole is very itchy, so the brothers are helping her relieve the itch." Dudley wasn't so kind as to let Harley off the hook. He spread Harley's legs so the little boy could see clearly, while the others laughed.
"Why does the sister have a hole here?" the little boy asked curiously, biting his finger.
"Because it's for boys' penises to go inside!"
"Can I touch it?" the little boy asked innocently.
"Of course." Dudley ignored Harley's protests.
The little boy poked Harley's clitoris with his finger, making her moan. He withdrew his hand as if startled.
"Keep going...don't be afraid, it feels good when I moan," Pierre urged.
The little boy continued to curiously touch Harley's vulva, tentatively inserting his finger into her vagina. Seeing that Harley seemed to enjoy it, he simply clenched his fist and inserted his entire arm.
"Ah...uh...how can...it's too thick...ahh..." The little boy rotated his arm, moving it in and out, seemingly finding Harley's reaction amusing.
"Wow! This kid has potential." The little boy's actions stunned everyone, who then burst into laughter.
"No...uh...ah...no...like this...ah..." Harley couldn't help but moan, but the pleasure from the boy's arm made her feel ashamed, and she soon reached orgasm.
The little boy was puzzled when Harley screamed, gushed out a lot of vaginal fluid, and collapsed onto Dudley. He withdrew his arm.
"Don't be afraid, it just feels too good," Danny said.
"Oh, I'm going to play now." The little boy picked up the water gun.
"Little brother, do you want to play with the water gun?"
"I want to play in the sandbox, it's fun to fill the water gun with sand."
"How about I play with you? I love playing in the sand too." Dudley's fat face broke into an evil smile, giving Harry a bad feeling.
"Okay!" The little boy happily agreed and skipped and hopped towards the sandbox to fill it with sand.
"What are you going to do?" Harry asked in fear.
"I told you, if you dare to run away, you'll have to accept the punishment."
Harry was carried to the sandbox and made to sit in the sandbox with her legs spread open in an M shape.
"Little brother, you need to have a target when you play with the sand gun, right? If you can shoot it into my little hole, I'll treat you to candy." Dudley took out chocolate from his pocket and tempted the little boy.
"No...no, don't do this, oh..."
Pierre took over and held Harry in place.
"Ah...no...um...um...oh..." Harry's pussy was sprayed with sand, the strong force making Harry feel both pain and pleasure, her sensitive pussy numb and itchy.
When Dudley brought Harry, covered in sand, home, they were greeted by Aunt Penny's sharp scolding. Of course, only Harry was scolded, after all, her Dudley darling wouldn't make a mistake.
Chapter 3 A Tragic Birthday, Giant Penis Training
When Harry learned that she and Dudley would be going to different schools, she was so happy she wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate. Her tattered school uniform couldn't dampen her spirits. Watching Dudley show off his brown-red tuxedo uniform from Smedin High School, Harry felt like a pig wearing clothes. She didn't understand why Aunt Penny was moved to tears. Was it because Dudley was becoming more and more like a pig?
But this harmonious atmosphere completely changed after Harry received a letter. To: Miss Harry Potter, Cupboard Under the Stairs, 4 Privet Street, Little Wynn,
Surrey The envelope was made of heavy parchment, and the address was written in emerald green ink. There was no stamp. Harry, her hands trembling, turned the envelope over. There was a wax seal, a coat of arms, and a capital "h" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake. Of course, she didn't get to see the contents before it was stolen, and she was forcibly moved to Dudley's toy room—not good news. For several days, letters appeared in bizarre ways, and the Dursleys' tempers worsened. Finally, Vernon couldn't take it anymore and decided to take the family away from these frantic letters. But even when they reached a suburban inn, the letters wouldn't leave them alone. Finally, an enraged Vernon took them to a dilapidated hut at sea. Harry, dejected, wondered who had sent her the letters and what they contained. She had never received a letter from anyone before; she was just a poor, orphaned child living under someone else's roof. Dudley complained about how many TV programs he'd missed and how he hadn't touched his beloved video game in hours. He was making noise by banging on his Smetine cane, but the Dursleys, who were usually very fond of their children, didn't respond. Petunia nervously looked around as if a wild beast might pounce at any moment, while Vernon polished his rifle, which he'd somehow acquired. Night fell, and the expected storm indeed came crashing down on them from all sides. The raging waves pounded against the walls of the cabin, and the fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found some moldy blankets in another room and made a bed for Dudley on the worm-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon slept on a bumpy, uneven bed next door; Harry found the least uncomfortable spot on the floor and curled up under a thin, tattered blanket. Harley, cold and hungry after Dudley stole most of her food, couldn't sleep. As midnight approached, a muffled rumble of thunder drowned out Dudley's snoring. Dudley's arm draped over the sofa, a watch on his chubby wrist. The luminous dial told Harley she would be eleven in a minute. She silently counted down, 10, 9, 8… 3, 2, 1 ! Boom! The whole house shook violently. Harley sat up, staring at the door. Someone was knocking. Boom! More pounding. Dudley woke with a start. "Where's the gun going?" he mumbled sleepily. There was another crash behind them, and Uncle Vernon, carrying a rifle, tumbled into the house. "Who's outside?" he shouted. "I'm warning you… I have a gun!" Silence followed. Then… *snap*! The door came loose from its hinges with a deafening crash, slamming onto the floor. A burly man stood in the doorway. His face was almost entirely obscured by long, disheveled hair and a thick, tangled beard, but you could still see his beetle-like eyes blinking beneath. The giant squeezed his way into the room, hunched over so his head barely touched the ceiling. He bent down, picked up the door, and easily slammed it back into place. The storm outside subsided. He turned to everyone. “Could we have a cup of hot tea? It must have been quite a journey…” He strode over to the sofa, where Dudley sat, terrified. “Hey, make room, you big oaf,” the giant said. Dudley screamed and ran to hide behind his mother, who crouched behind Uncle Vernon in fright. “You must be Harley!” the giant said. Harry looked up at his fierce, savage, indistinct face. His beetle-like eyes narrowed, revealing a slight smile. "The last time I saw you, you were just a little kid," the giant said. "You look a lot like your mother." Uncle Vernon let out a shrill, grating cry. "I want you out of here, sir!" he said. "You're trespassing!" "Oh, shut up, Dursley, you big fool," the giant said. He snatched the gun from Dursley's hand across the sofa, bent it slightly, tied a knot, and tossed it into the corner as if it were made of rubber. Uncle Vernon let out another shrill cry, like a mouse being stepped on.

"Anyway...Harley," the giant turned around, his back to the Vernons, "Happy birthday. I have something for you...I might have crushed it a little, but it still tastes the same."
He took a slightly flattened box from the inner pocket of his black coat. Harley opened it with trembling fingers, and inside was a large, gooey chocolate cake. Written on it in green syrup were the words: Happy Birthday, Harley.
Harley looked up at the giant. She wanted to thank him, but the words caught in her throat. She blurted out, "Who are you?" The giant chuckled. "Seriously, I haven't introduced myself yet.
Ruba Hagrid, Hogwarts' key keeper and gamekeeper."
As Harry listened to his tales of her parents, Hogwarts, and herself, nestled in Hagrid's thick coat, she felt like she was dreaming, though Hagrid's loud snoring was undeniable.
She almost burst out laughing; this was the best birthday present she'd ever received.
Just as she was secretly pleased, a large hand suddenly covered her mouth and dragged her to the next room.
Facing the menacing Dursleys, Harry trembled. She wanted to call for Hagrid's help, but her mouth was bound with Aunt Petunia's silk scarf, allowing only whimpering moans.
"You little slut, you were so smug just now!" Petunia pinched Harry repeatedly.
"Ugh...ugh...mmm...mmm..." Harley shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, twisting and struggling.
"You ungrateful slut, you still want to run off with someone else? See how I teach you a lesson!" Vernon ripped off Harley's clothes and pressed her onto the cold ground, fucking her.
"Mmm...ah...ugh...mmm..." After getting used to the pain of being suddenly penetrated, Harley gradually began to feel something.
"You said that damn school, if they knew you were this lewd, they would definitely expel you, right?"
Vernon roughly thrust his thick cock into Harley's honey hole.
Harley's eyes widened, shaking her head and pleading, but Vernon showed no mercy, flipping Harley over and making her kneel like a bitch with her buttocks raised high.
"You slutty bitch, you still want to learn magic? You're destined to be a prostitute for life." Vernon's large hands slapped and slapped Harley's buttocks repeatedly, the poor little bottom turning bright red.
Penny was already exhausted and dozing off to the side, while Dudley idly flicked Harry's nipples with his Smedin cane.
"Dalsley, you bastard, what are you doing to Harry?" Hagrid roared as Harry nearly fainted.
He swung his umbrella through the air with a whoosh, and suddenly a violet flash swept towards Dudley, followed by a firecracker-like bang, a scream, and then Dudley clutching his fat buttocks, writhing in pain and yelling. As he turned away from them, Harry saw a curly pig's tail sticking out of a hole in his trousers.
Vernon quickly released Harry and huddled in a corner with his family.
"Oh... my poor Harry, are you alright!" Hagrid, ignoring the others, carried the pale-faced Harry to the fireplace in the next room.
"I...I'm okay..." Harley said in a trembling voice, sitting in Hagrid's lap, her hands clutching his clothes tightly. Never before...no one had ever reached out to her like Hagrid had when she cried for help. Hagrid's appearance was like a lifeline, something she didn't want to let go of.
"You look terrible." Hagrid saw she was about to cry and awkwardly patted her back to comfort her.
"Thank you, Hagrid." When Harley finally calmed down, she looked up and thanked Hagrid gratefully.
"It's...it's nothing." Hagrid replied awkwardly, his face flushed.
Harley felt something hard and hot pressing against her buttocks, and she realized she was still sitting naked in Hagrid's lap.
"Hagrid, I can help you." Harley said sincerely. She didn't know how to thank Hagrid, but she would be happy to do something for him.
"Oh...Harley, you're such a good girl. No, you'll get hurt." Hagrid's face turned even redder.
“It’s okay, I can use my hands.” Harley unzipped his pants, startled by his size—at least twice the size of Uncle Vernon’s. But Harley mustered her courage.
“Mmm…ah…right there…ah…Harley…you’re amazing…oh…” Hagrid’s praise spurred Harley to work even harder. She manipulated the enormous penis she couldn’t control with both hands, licking the glans and sucking on it occasionally, making Hagrid moan with pleasure. After what seemed like an eternity, when Harley felt her hands could barely lift it, thick semen shot into her mouth, so much that it dribbled from the corners of her lips. Harley accidentally swallowed some of it.
“Harley, you’re such a good girl. Nobody’s ever done this for me before. If…you know how magical potions are, if I could buy you a potion that would prevent you from getting hurt, would you…?” Hagrid said, moved, then hesitated and asked shyly.
“Yes, I would,” Harley said shyly.
"Haha, thank you so much, Harry!" Hagrid hugged Harry and kissed her on the cheek. He'd always had trouble finding a partner because of his looks, even prostitutes rarely agreed to have sex with him. Now, young and lovely Harry had agreed, making him ecstatic.
Harry was a little shy, but had no regrets about her decision.
"Oh, right, it's getting late. We have a lot to do today. We need to go to London to buy you everything you need for school. If we hadn't been woken up by the newspaper owl and found you missing, we wouldn't have known that the Dursley bastard dared to bully you."
"I'm fine now, let's get going!" Harry couldn't wait. She didn't want to think about anything unpleasant. Although she was physically tired, she was in high spirits, almost excited.
"Okay, let's get ready to go!" Hagrid went to the next room to get Harry's clothes and gave the Dursleys another scare before leaving with Harry. As Harry dressed, he muttered something about strange Muggle fashion.
Chapter Four: The Bar's Hell of Sexual Humiliation, The Climax After Exposure
"This is it," Hagrid said. "The Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
It was a filthy, cramped bar. Had Hagrid not pointed it out, Harley probably wouldn't have noticed. People hurrying past didn't even glance at it. Their eyes were fixed on a large bookstore on one side and a record store on the other; they seemed completely oblivious to the Leaky Cauldron. Harley had a strange feeling that only he and Hagrid could see the bar. Before he could speak, Hagrid had already shoved him inside.
For a famous place, it was incredibly dark and filthy. Several old men sat in a corner drinking sherry from small glasses, one of them smoking a long pipe. A small man in a top hat was chatting with the bar owner, a bald man who looked like a shriveled walnut. As soon as they entered, the chatter abruptly stopped. Everyone here seemed to know Hagrid; they smiled and waved at him. The bartender picked up a glass and said, "The usual, Hagrid?"
"No, Tom, I'm on business at Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the bartender on the shoulder with his enormous hand, almost knocking him over.
"My goodness," the bartender said, scrutinizing Harley, "this is…this could be…"
"Harley Potter!!" he exclaimed.
The bartender swarmed around her, everyone vying to speak to her, shake her hand, or touch her.
"No...not there...don't touch me like that...ah..." Harley screamed. She felt many hands ravaging her body, her breasts being kneaded and squeezed, her nipples being pinched and pressed until they stood up high, and several sinister fingers were inserted into Harley's vagina and stirred, causing her sensitive vagina to quickly secrete obscene fluids. Her poor little anus was also taken advantage of and played with, a rough finger ruthlessly shoving it in.
"Mmm...ah...there...it's so swollen...no...woo..." A place that had never been touched by anyone before was being played with in front of so many people. Harley was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to die. She wanted to ask Hagrid for help, but her petite figure was swallowed up by the crowd, and her voice was drowned out by the surrounding noise. Hagrid, who had been pushed to the side, did not notice her predicament at all. He was happy that she was so popular and chatted with the bar owner.
"No...please...um...ah...have mercy on me...no...ah..." Two spherical objects were suddenly inserted into Harley's vagina and anus. Miraculously, the small balls melted into liquid as soon as they entered her body. With the massage and stirring of fingers, the liquid was quickly absorbed, and her pitiful breasts, already deformed from being kneaded, were coated with a thick, viscous liquid.
"What is this? Ah...it feels so strange...um...no...ah..." Harley's private parts and breasts began to feel hot and itchy, and any touch felt like an electric shock.
"Hehe...this is a secret drug I finally managed to get my hands on. It can turn the purest saint into the most despicable prostitute, making you squirt even while walking in your underwear. You'll never be able to live without a man's penis for the rest of your life, hehe...it's an honor to use it on a girl who survived." A lewd man grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.
"With you, Old Jia, getting to fuck Harley Potter is fucking amazing. I'll never wash my dick again. Old Jia, hurry up and finish, then it's our turn." Another burly man urged.
"No... I don't want to... Waaah... Waaah..." Harley cried out in terror as she was about to be gang-raped, seeing the lewd gazes around her.
"Hmm... Ahh... How could this be? Hmm... Ahh..." The intense pleasure from the very first penetration made Harley cry out in a loud moan.
"How's it going? Feeling good, huh! As expected of Harley Potter, her cunt is so tight, I almost came."
"Too bad she's not a virgin. You're so lewd, how could she still be a virgin? I wonder which wild man deflowered her."
"Old Jia, hurry up, it's time to change people. Tsk tsk, this slut is squirting like crazy, even her asshole is contracting. Look at her nipples and cunt, they're so pink and tender, I didn't expect her to be so slutty!"
"No... um... no... um ah..." Humiliated by these lewd words, Harley was both ashamed and angry.
"I can't take it anymore... ah... it's going to break... um ah..." After being gang-raped by more than 10 people, Harley didn't know how many orgasms she had had, and was weakly held in one of the men's arms and being penetrated.
Harley didn't know whether she should be glad or not, her anus seemed to have been forgotten and was still intact.
After Hagrid finished his conversation and sneaked back a few drinks, Harry had already been cleaned up and given a potion to recover her strength. Of course, her underwear had been stolen.
Hagrid kept apologizing, and Harry sighed at his carelessness and forgave him.
What Harry didn't notice was that the men who had raped her behind her were holding memory crystals.
Finally arriving at Diagon Alley, Hagrid took Harry to the Wizarding Bank to withdraw a mysterious little bag and some money.
After buying Harry an owl as a birthday present, Hagrid told her to go buy things on her own and then go home, because he had accidentally wasted too much time and had to rush to see Headmaster Dumbledore.
Harry was once again speechless at Hagrid's insensitivity, but she was also excited to be able to leisurely stroll through the Wizarding District.
Harry thought that ordering a school uniform would take a while, so she decided to go to Mr. Malkin's Robes Shop first.
Mr. Malkin was a very kind-looking wizard, and his amiable smile instantly put Harry, who had been a little nervous, at ease. But Harry didn't notice his eyes hidden behind his glasses, which had been staring at her lecherously the moment she entered, his smile deepening when he saw the lightning bolt mark on her forehead.
"Are you buying a Hogwarts uniform, darling?" he asked before Harry could speak.
"We have plenty here, to be honest, there's a young man trying on clothes right now."
At the back of the shop, a pale, thin young man stood on a footstool, a witch pinning his black robes up with a pin. Mr. Morkin gestured for Harry to stand on another footstool next to the young man and told her to wait a moment while he went into the storeroom to get his things.
"Hey," said the boy, "are you going to Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father is buying me books next door, and my mother went to the street to look for a wand." He spoke slowly and deliberately, in a grating manner. "Then I'm going to drag them to see flying brooms. I don't understand why first-year students can't have their own flying brooms. I think I'll force my dad to buy me one, and then find a way to sneak it in."
This immediately reminded Harley of Dudley. The boy asked some more questions that made Harley feel ignorant. Harley turned her head away, not wanting to talk to him, but she didn't notice the boy subtly looking her up and down, and finally, as if confirming something, he revealed a wicked smile.
Draco Malfoy. Malfoy received an aristocratic education from a young age and had slept with countless women. Even through that t-shirt and bag, he could tell that Harley was definitely the most exquisite girl he had ever seen. Although she was still young, her pure and lovely appearance and exquisite figure made her future limitless. Although she wasn't a virgin, it didn't detract from her beauty. She wasn't even wearing underwear, which was quite lewd. Draco had already decided to train Harley to be his sex slave toy.
"It's all set, darling," said the witch who was taking the boy's measurements.
"Alright, then we'll see you at Hogwarts," the boy said, drawing out his words. He gave Harry a meaningful look before leaving.
Harry was relieved that she didn't have to talk to the boy anymore. Just then, Mr. Malkin finally returned, carrying a measuring tape and some fabric. He told the witch to go home, leaving only Harry and him in the shop.
"Darling, raise your hands so I can take your measurements."
"Um... ah... ah..." Harry obediently raised her hands, but the measuring tape touched her sensitive nipples, making her almost jump.
"What's wrong? Let me see." Before Harry could answer, Mr. Malkin pulled up her skirt and pulled it off.
"Ah..." Harry gasped, crossing one arm over her chest and the other covering her lower body, squatting down. "
Oh dear... oh dear... I never thought the famous Harry Potter was such an exhibitionist! She's not even wearing a bra or panties." Mr. Malkin finally revealed his true colors.
"You..." Harry was stunned. She couldn't understand how the nice guy from just moments ago had suddenly turned into a pervert.
"Since you enjoy exposing yourself so much, then let the people outside have a good look at your naked body!" Mr. Malkin waved his wand, and a measuring tape bound Harry's hands to the chandelier. She was forced to raise her arms high, and her thighs were also lifted by two other measuring tapes, spreading wide open, facing a large, transparent floor-to-ceiling window.
"No..." Harry screamed, struggling. How could she let the people outside see her in this shameful state?
Harry had no idea that when the witch left work, Mr. Malkin had locked the door, and the floor-to-ceiling window had been magically transformed so that only those inside could see out, and those outside could not see in at all.
"How lewd! You're already wet, aren't you? You get more excited when people see you like this, huh!" Morkin stood behind Harley, using two fingers to spread her vulva, letting her juices flow freely.
"N-no...no way..." Harley stubbornly denied.
"You're so dishonest. Your cunt is much more honest than you. Look at it wriggling, gripping my fingers tightly!" Morkin stroked Harley's smooth, firm skin with one hand, while inserting the other into her honey pot.
"Mmm...no...don't say that...woo..."
"Don't rush, I'll satisfy you soon." Morkin pulled out his penis, his already erect weapon thrusting hard into Harley's overflowing vulva.
"Ah...mmm...no...don't...woo..." Harley moaned with pleasure, but being raped in the street made her feel extremely ashamed.
"Tsk tsk! Even though you're not a virgin anymore, your little cunt is really tight!" Morkin sighed comfortably as he was squeezed, his hand busy massaging Harley's clitoris while his other hand grasped her breasts and rubbed her nipples.
"Ah... um... no... I'm going to come... ah..." Harley climaxed instantly under the double stimulation, but Morkin immediately increased his speed, thrusting violently, making Harley's breasts bounce up and down. "
I can't take it anymore... um... ah... have mercy on me... woo..." The pleasure continued to wash over Harley after her climax, making her cry and beg for mercy.
When Mr. Morkin finally ejaculated his thick, hot semen into Harley's body, Harley let out another moan.
"It's time to order some clothes for you." After tidying himself up, Mr. Morkin put Harley down, her lower body a mess. He raised an eyebrow at Harley's lower body, which was covered in vaginal fluid and semen, and pointed his wand at Harley's cunt, from which a powerful jet of water gushed out.
"Ah..." The water jet pounded against her sensitive spot, and Harry, who had been limp and powerless, convulsed again.
Hogwarts school uniforms for boys consisted of trousers, shirts, and ties, while girls wore pleated skirts. Both boys and girls wore open wizard robes, like long cloaks. The
school uniform skirt Mr. Malkin made for Harry was so short it barely covered her buttocks, threatening to expose her with any movement. He also made her many sexy, almost transparent lingerie and nightgowns, but the fabric was pitifully small.
Mr. Malkin promised Harry a lifetime of free custom-made clothes and gave her a magic measuring tape that could automatically measure her size. She could order clothes by mail order anytime while at school, because the super-short school skirts would soon be too small for Harry, who was still growing.
Mr. Malkin stipulated that Harry could only use mail orders during school hours; during holidays, she could only order in person at the shop.
Of course, if this wasn't the only shop selling school uniforms, Harry would never have come back a second time. However, the magical photos Mr. Malkin took while forcing Harry to try on every sexy piece of lingerie were enough to make her obedient.
Dragging the magically enlarged suitcase given to her by Mr. Malkin, Harry finally finished buying everything. On her train home, she unfortunately encountered a pervert again. Back home, facing the furious Dursleys, her fate was predictable.
Bonus: Wand? Sex Toys? The Climax of the Wand Shop
. Before arriving at Ollivander's Wand Shop, Harry was excited and expectant to have her own wand.
Standing in front of the small, shabby shop, Harry was slightly disappointed, but couldn't hide her joy at finally getting her wand.
As she entered, a series of jingling bells came from somewhere inside. Besides a counter, the shop only had many tall shelves and thousands of narrow cardboard boxes piled up to the ceiling.
"Good afternoon," a soft voice said, startling Harry.
An old man stood before them, his large, light-colored eyes shining like two bright moons in the dim shop.
“Hello,” Harry said timidly.
“Oh, yes,” said the old man, “yes, yes, I knew I’d see you soon, Harry Potter, no problem. You look just like your mother. It feels like yesterday she came here to buy her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, made of willow, it whistled when swung, a fine wand for casting spells.”
Mr. Ollivander moved closer to Harry, who wished he would blink; his silvery eyes made her hair stand on end.
“Your father is different; he prefers mahogany wands. Eleven inches long, flexible, stronger, perfect for transfiguration. I say your father likes it—actually, it’s the wand that chooses its wizard, of course.”
Mr. Ollivander moved closer and closer to Harry, his nose almost touching her face. Harry saw her reflection in the old man's cloudy eyes.
"So it's that bloodline? The Potter family, I never thought I'd see that..." Ollivander muttered to himself, but Harry couldn't hear what he was saying at all.
"Try these wands!" Ollivander brought over a pile of wand cases, and Harry felt dizzy at the thought of trying them all, seeing him empty an entire shelf of wands.
Harry reached out her right hand to take the wand Ollivander offered, but he shook his head and took it back.
"No, no, child, your testing method is different from others." Ollivander led her to the counter and made her sit down. Harry blushed and covered her almost transparent lace panties.
"Take this off first." Ollivander ignored Harry's screams and pulled off her new panties, which she had only recently put on.
"Why are you doing this!" Although Harry didn't know much about the magical world, she thought that buying a wand didn't require taking off her panties.
"Child, the wand's fit is very important. Try this one first, made of beech and snake nerve, nine inches long. Not bad, very flexible." Ollivander inserted the thicker end of the wand into Harley's vagina.
"Ah...don't...uh..." Harley groaned as Ollivander rotated and thrust the wand inside her. The handle wasn't smooth; the uneven surface rubbed against Harley's tender opening.
"Not this one." Ollivander pulled out the wand and replaced it with another.
"Maple, phoenix feather, seven inches long, quite flexible, try it..." He inserted the wand, even bending it slightly to demonstrate its flexibility. The wand vibrated rapidly inside Harley's sensitive opening, causing her to moan repeatedly.
“No, no…try this one, made of ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches long, especially thick and stiff.
Come on, come on, try this one.”
Harry tried one wand after another. She had no idea what Mr. Ollivander thought was right.
The wands she tried were piled up on the bench, getting higher and higher. But the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelf, the happier he seemed.
Harry’s juices were flowing so much that they were dripping onto the floor, waves of pleasure washing over her. Her vagina had been penetrated by all sorts of wands—thick, thin, long, short, soft, hard, crooked—she had lost count of how many there were.
“A discerning customer, huh? No problem, we can always find the most ideal, the most perfect, the most suitable for you. Oh, here it is, an extraordinary combination, holly, phoenix feathers, and… an adhesive, eleven inches long. Not bad, and very flexible too.”
When the wand entered her vagina, Harry felt a sudden heat inside. A beam of red light shot out, and the tip of the wand sparkled like fireworks, casting dancing spots of light onto the walls.
"Child, from the moment I saw you, I knew he belonged to you; the resonance between you is too strong."
Ollivander's words successfully ignited Harry's anger.
If Ollivander hadn't later distracted her by telling her who his brother's wand belonged, she might have forgotten to respect elders and impulsively attacked him.
Now, whenever Harry uses her wand, she experiences a complex mix of emotions, and seeing a familiar wand in a classmate's hand makes her feel even more awkward and embarrassed.
Chapter Five: Harry, Sold Out, Humiliation in the Rear
Harry's last month with the Dursleys was miserable. The Dursleys quickly transformed their fear of Hagrid into resentment towards Harry, leaving her without clothes for a whole month.
The Dursleys didn't dare to be physically rough with Harry, but other methods of torture continued to emerge.
On the last day of August, Harry was forced to weed naked under the blazing sun. Although there was a wall for cover, the neighbors could see her naked from their second-floor balconies. Harry endured the shame and carefully finished weeding, otherwise Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let her in.
After a long and arduous journey from afternoon until nightfall, pleading for ages before finally being let inside, Harry was certain that Mr. Brown next door had seen her naked. That lecherous old man had even filmed her instead of calling the police.
Once inside, she was immediately ordered to mop the floor. There was a vacuum cleaner and a mop, but to further humiliate Harry, Penny ordered her to kneel and wipe the floor with a rag.
"Harry, stick your ass up higher! If you disobey, I'll tell Mom!" The monitor, Dudley, tapped Harry's buttocks with his cane.
"Yes, sir." Dudley was furious about the pig tail, and for the past month had been relentlessly tormenting Harry. Hearing that it was going to be surgically removed tomorrow, Harry felt it was a pity; it suited his pig face perfectly, didn't it? Harry thought viciously.
"You've become even more slutty since you went to the wizard's place. Is that Hogwarts a brothel?"
Dudley shoved his cane into Harry's vagina, immediately causing her to moan and gush with fluids.
"No...no...um...ah...um ah..." Harry trembled, the pleasure making her weak all over, but she dared not stop what she was doing, or she would be punished again.
"Hmph! You're so cheap, even being played with like this is so enjoyable. You enjoyed being watched outside, didn't you? I bet Mr. Brown is masturbating while watching your video. He just offered Daddy 2000 pounds just to have sex with you once, and Daddy has already agreed."
Harry was both ashamed and angry. Mr. Brown was in his fifties, his wife was dead, and he lived alone without his children. Every time he saw Harry, he would look at her with a lecherous gaze. He was bald and had a protruding belly. Harry felt disgusted just thinking about him.
After Harry finished mopping the floor, she was scolded by Penny again because the floor was dirty with her vaginal fluid. She was only allowed to eat after she finally finished cleaning.
Harry knelt on the floor, drinking a meager amount of clear soup. The Dursleys wouldn't let her eat at the table; she had to eat like a dog. Her initial anger had been numbed; after days of starvation, she could only obediently comply.
Thankfully, she was going to Hogwarts tomorrow, and then she'd be free, Harry thought.
After dinner, Harry washed a pile of greasy dishes and went to the living room. The Dursleys were watching a quiz show.
"Uncle Vernon..."
Uncle Vernon grunted, indicating he was listening.
"I...I have to go to King's Cross Station tomorrow...to Hogwarts."
Uncle Vernon grunted again.
"Could you give me a ride?"
"Hmph."
"Thank you." Harry thought this meant yes and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she heard Vernon speak.
"If you want me to take you to the station, you'd better serve Mr. Brown well. He paid a fortune for you for the night!" Vernon grinned maliciously.
"No...please, Uncle Vernon, I promise I'll behave from now on," Harry cried, terrified. Being sold and used was no different from being a prostitute.
"Then you'd better go to the Browns, or you won't be going to school tomorrow," Vernon roughly dragged Harry towards the Browns' house.
"Mr. Browns even invited our whole family to visit! I heard he has a huge collection; it'll definitely give you a blast," Dudley said wickedly, following behind, while Penny looked on with schadenfreude.
"No...no..." Harry sobbed softly, knowing it was no use saying anything.
"Welcome, welcome!" Mr. Brown's eyes lit up when he saw Harry, and he grinned broadly.
He led the Dursleys to the basement, where display cases were filled with all sorts of sex toys—vibrators of varying thicknesses and lengths, some thick and long with uneven bumps, making Harry's eyes widen in horror.
"Heh heh! My collection's pretty good, isn't it?" Mr. Brown boasted.
"As expected of Mr. Brown, such a complete collection," Vernon exclaimed, showering him with compliments after receiving the money. Seeing his interest in that little bitch Harley, he was sure he could make another deal.
"Don't worry, my little darling, we have time to play around." Mr. Brown picked up the trembling Harley and carried her to the center, where a gynecological examination chair stood, surrounded by strange tubes and buttons. He placed Harley on the bed and strapped her legs to the supports on either side.
"This hasn't been played with before, has it?" Mr. Brown pressed his finger against her tightly closed anus.
"No…no…" Harley's eyes widened in terror, forgetting even to cry.
"I need to clean you up first!" he muttered to himself.
He applied lubricant to one of the tubes, inserted it into Harley's anus, and pressed the button, slowly injecting enema fluid into her body.
"No…it's so bloated…I need to go to the toilet…uh…" The bloating and urge to defecate made Harley break out in a cold sweat.
"It's still early!" Mr. Brown continued injecting the liquid. When he had injected enough, he pulled out the tube and inserted an anal plug to seal the opening.
He led Harry to the low table in front of the sofa where the Dursleys were sitting, making her support herself on the transparent table with her buttocks raised high.
He took off his clothes, and Harry was terrified when she saw his thick, long penis with beads on it.
"Do you like it? I'll definitely fuck you until you're in heaven. Let me enjoy your little hole first!" Mr. Brown's wicked hand parted Harry's tender flower, and his ugly penis pressed against the entrance.
"No... I don't want to... Waaah..." Harry cried, the bloating in her stomach and the fear of being raped were unbearable.
Mr. Brown maliciously and slowly inserted his penis, the poor little hole being slowly stretched open. Harry could clearly feel the beads rubbing against her little hole. When the penis was halfway in, Mr. Brown smiled wickedly and thrust his hips in with force, plunging it all the way in.
"Ah...mmm...mmm..." Harry moaned comfortably as Mr. Brown's thrusts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, made her almost unable to stand. The sensation of
being penetrated combined with the intense urge to defecate created a strange pleasure, causing Harry to moan uncontrollably. This prompted the Dursleys to pull out their penises and masturbate. Penny looked at Harry with disdain, but her cheeks were slightly flushed and her legs shifted uncomfortably, suggesting she too was aroused.
Finally, Mr. Brown ejaculated all his pent-up semen into Harry's body, then sat down on the sofa to rest, panting.
"Dusley, you've really trained this little slut well. Her cunt is so tight and hot, and it keeps writhing. It's almost draining me dry. It's the best of the best!" Mr. Brown exclaimed. He used to be known for his unyielding erection, but he never expected to ejaculate so quickly with this little bitch, Harley.
"Haha... not at all. Harley has been horny since she was a baby. She's born to be fucked!"
Uncle Vernon said.
"Please... I need to go to the toilet!" Harley knelt on the ground, sweating. The urge to defecate was even stronger after the intercourse stopped.
"Hehehe, you want to go to the toilet? No way. You'll have to put on a show of defecating right now!" Mr. Brown said maliciously. The Dursley family, especially Penny, were all eagerly preparing to watch the show.
"No... please... spare me!" Harley pleaded, but it only fueled the men's lust even more.
Mr. Brown had Harry squat on a low, transparent table with a transparent basin under her buttocks. He removed the anal plug and waited for the show to begin.
"No...don't look...um...ahh..." Harry was extremely embarrassed to defecate in public, but in the end, she couldn't help but poop.
"Hahaha, Harry actually pooped like that, truly a bitch." Dudley laughed heartily at Harry's performance.
The shame of defecating in public made Harry cover her face and sob, but Brown wasn't going to let her off the hook. He gave Harry enemas several more times until only clear liquid came out.
"Alright, that's clean now. We should start deflowering your asshole." Mr. Brown moved the basin away.
"Now we need to dilate it a bit." Mr. Brown went to the cupboard and took out a number of sex toys.
Mr. Brown had Harry lie on the low table with a pillow under her buttocks so the Dursleys could watch. He first picked up a thin, long vibrator about the thickness of a finger and waved it in front of Harry's eyes.
"Do you know what this vibrator is for? Hehehe, it's for inserting into your ass, hehehe."
"Ah..." The feeling of the vibrator slowly being inserted made Harley sob softly. Her buttocks tightened instantly, and her toes curled up.
"How does the vibrator feel?" Mr. Brown continued to insert the vibrator further.
The vibrator rotated inside Harley's body. Feeling the vibrator being pulled out and then suddenly inserted again, doing this repeatedly, Harley couldn't bear it anymore. She desperately clenched her teeth to try not to make a sound, but she still couldn't help but whimper.
"Ugh... um... ah... ah..."
The humiliation was too intense, and Harley kept shaking her head, but her sensitive anus began to contract incessantly, as if it didn't want the vibrator to leave her body.
"Hehehe! It's leaking juices here too, so you really like this." Mr. Brown was pleasantly surprised to find that Harley's vagina, which had been washed clean, was now leaking lustful juices again.
"Her nipples are hard too." Dudley flicked Harry's nipples, causing her to moan continuously.
"So wet, practically melting... She probably wants it, so slutty." Vernon said.
"Hmm, her asshole has softened, we can switch to a thicker one now." Mr. Brown slowly pulled out the vibrator and said.
"Ah, no!" Harry exclaimed. "
Don't want it pulled out? What a slutty ass! Don't worry, I'll give you a thicker one soon."
Even Harry herself couldn't tell if she was refusing or reluctant to give up the stimulation, but her anus reflected her inner thoughts, tightly sucking on the thick vibrator that was re-entering.
"Ugh... um... ah... um ah..." Harry helplessly twisted her snow-white body, especially her lustful ass.
"What's this?" Penny picked up a beaded necklace made of many beads about three centimeters in diameter and asked.
"This is something that will make this little bitch ecstatic, let's play with this!" He picked up the beaded string, applied lubricant, and ignoring Harley's weak resistance, inserted the beads one by one into her anus.
"Ugh... um... um... ah..." Harley moaned sensitively, her vagina already overflowing with desire.
"Tsk tsk! I didn't expect your asshole to be so sensitive, so sensitive! Top-notch, truly top-notch!"
Mr. Brown became even more excited, he sped up, and the entire string of beads quickly disappeared, leaving only a pull ring outside.
"Little Dudley, want to play with us?" Mr. Brown asked Dudley.
"Sure?" Dudley, who had been watching with great anticipation, jumped up happily and couldn't wait to step forward.
"Ready?" Mr. Brown had Dudley hold the pull ring, preparing to pull it out.
Dudley grinned at Harley, forcefully pulling the entire string of beads out, the beads rubbing against the intestinal wall, the intense pleasure causing Harley's juices to spray everywhere.
"What a slutty body! Looks like we can get started right away. Dudley, your cunt is all yours."
Mr. Brown, seeing Harry's innocent face now flushed with lustful allure, couldn't resist any longer, and his huge cock was erect again.
"No problem!" Dudley pulled out his already throbbing cock and thrust it directly into Harry's soaking wet cunt. The performance just now had Dudley extremely excited. He had never known that anus could be penetrated. It seemed like he would have plenty to play with in the future. It was a pity that Harry was leaving tomorrow. He would definitely fuck her properly during the summer vacation.
"Mmm... ah... too big... no... ah..." Harry felt her anus being stretched open by Mr. Brown's huge cock, the beads scratching her chrysanthemum, a painful yet pleasurable sensation that was driving her crazy.
"Mr. Dursley, Mrs. Dursley, don't be shy, do whatever you want." Brown and Dudley had Harry lie on her side, raised one of her legs, and began thrusting in and out.
"Haha, then I won't be polite!" Vernon pulled out his engorged penis and shoved it into Harley's moaning mouth, beginning his piston-like movements.
Penny also kneaded Harley's breasts, while simultaneously stimulating her nipples and clitoris with a powerful vibrating egg.
"Ugh...mmm...mmm..." The intense pleasure brought Harley to orgasm several times.
By the time they had played with all sorts of toys on Harley, it was already broad daylight. Harley lay there limply, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, her legs completely unable to close.
Vernon, who hadn't slept all night, was still in high spirits, enjoying the video Mr. Brown had recorded. High-performance cameras were set up at every angle in the room, and Vernon was very satisfied with Mr. Brown's promise to edit the video and send it to him.
Chapter Six: Hermione's Transmigration, Rape Video Exposed
By the time Harley arrived at the station with her bags and luggage, it was already 10:30. Having finally escaped the Dursleys, Harley was frantic because she couldn't find the platform. What if she missed her train?
She paced back and forth between platforms nine and ten, unsure of what to do. Her school uniform shirt and skirt made her look pretty and cute, but they also attracted the attention of many perverted older men.
Just then, a group of people passed by behind her, and a few words drifted into her ears.
"...Of course, it's packed with Muggles..."
Harley quickly turned around and saw a short, plump woman speaking to four bright red-haired boys. Each of them was pushing a suitcase like Harley's—and they also had an owl.
Harley mustered her courage and stepped forward, asking a kind woman for directions to the platform. As she rushed past the wall, Platform 9? came into view—she had made it!
She happily surveyed the people around her, dressed in brightly colored wizard robes. Cats darted around their feet, and the noisy chatter of students and parents mingled with the hooting of owls.
Harley didn't realize that while she was excitedly observing the wondrous sight before her, she herself had become part of the spectacle. Having shed her sackcloth, Harley wore a form-fitting uniform, revealing her fair legs. Her beautiful face, paired with her large, bright green eyes, and radiant smile were absolutely captivating.
Harley dragged her heavy luggage, searching for an empty seat. The train was about to depart, and she couldn't afford to dawdle any longer.
Harley squeezed through the crowd and found an empty compartment near the back of the train. She placed Hemi in it first, then dragged and pulled her suitcase towards the door. She tried to lift the suitcase onto the platform, but couldn't budge it. She tried twice, and the suitcase crashed heavily to the ground each time.
"Need any help?" It was one of the fiery-haired twin brothers she'd met at the platform entrance who spoke.
"Yes, please," Harry said breathlessly.
"Hey, Frey, come help!"
With the twins' help, Harry finally managed to push the suitcase into the corner of the compartment.
"Thank you," Harry said, brushing her sweaty hair away from her eyes.
"What's that?" one of the twins noticed Harry's lightning bolt-shaped scar.
"Could it be you are…?" the other twin said.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Harry Potter," the twins said in unison.
"Ah! Yes, I'm Harry Potter." The brothers stared at her, and Harry felt her face flush.
Just then, a shout came from the open car door, bringing Harry a sense of relief.
"Frey? George? Are you on the train?"
"Coming, Mum." The twins took one last look before jumping off.
"Not bad, right, Frey?" George gave a knowing smile.
"You're right, George." Frey chuckled.
The twins had noticed Harley the moment she stepped onto the platform. Though she was a budding flower, she was sure to surpass Angelina, the school beauty from Gryffindor, in the future. Besides, that bitch's cunt was already worn out and a bit loose. Now that a pure and lovely Harley Potter had arrived, how could they let her go?
Harley sat by the window, half-hidden. She could see the red-haired family on the platform, listening to their warm and amusing conversation, and the mother's loving embrace and kiss filled Harley with envy. She had never experienced that kind of family warmth.
The compartment door opened, and the youngest red-haired boy walked in.
"Is this seat taken?" he asked, pointing to the seat opposite Harley. "Everything else is full."
Harley shook her head. The boy sat down opposite Harry. He glanced at Harry, then immediately looked out the window, pretending not to see her.
"Hey, Ron."
A pair of twin brothers arrived.
"Listen, we're going to move to the middle compartment now... Jordan Lee got a really big bag spider."
"Oh," Ron muttered.
"Harry," said one of the twin brothers, "we haven't introduced ourselves yet, have we? Frey and George Wesley. This is Ron, our little brother. See you later."
"Goodbye," Harry said to Ron. The twin brothers casually closed the compartment door.
Ron kept stealing glances at Harry. Her short skirt barely covered her bottom when she sat down, and when he caught a glimpse of her pink lace panties, his cheeks and ears turned almost as red as his hair.
"Is your whole family wizards?" Harry asked, intrigued by the Wesleys.
"Yes, I have five older brothers, all of them wizards." Ron was delighted that the beautiful Harley had taken the initiative to talk to him, and he slowly relaxed.
"That's wonderful. I've always wished I had siblings," Harley said enviously.
"If you have five brothers, you'll never have anything new to use. I wear Bill's old robes, use Charlie's old wand, and have a mouse that Percy threw away," Ron said sullenly.
"Even so, I still wish I had a family. Right now, I only live with my aunt and uncle who hate me, and my awful cousin Dudley."
Ron was a little at a loss when he saw Harley's unhappiness, so he tried his best to tell her about the latest happenings in the wizarding world to cheer her up. He became even more enthusiastic after Harley smiled, while he was also surprised that Harley knew nothing about wizarding common sense.
Harley liked her new friend Ron very much. Although he always complained about having to use his brothers' old things, it was clear that he loved his family; he was just a bit sensitive.
During their conversation, a boy named Neville, who had lost a toad, came by. After seeing the crying Neville off, the door opened again shortly afterward.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville lost a toad." A pretty girl with a somewhat haughty tone entered. She had thick brown hair and an impressive bust for her young age.
"We already told him we didn't see one," Ron said. He didn't like the girl much; Harry was much prettier, but not as arrogant.
"Really? Then I'll look somewhere else later," the girl said, sitting down next to Harry without waiting for their reactions.
"My name is Hermione Granger. What are your names?" The girl tried to be friendly, but it sounded awkward.
"My name is Ron Wesley," Ron muttered, somewhat annoyed by the girl's overly familiar manner.
"Harley Potter," Harry said.
Hermione struck up a conversation, feigning friendliness. When she mentioned Quidditch, she successfully opened Ron's mouth. She then showered him with compliments, and Ron quickly overcame his initial dissatisfaction and began to accept her.
Yes, Hermione. Granger was a transmigrated woman familiar with the plot. In her previous life, she was the daughter of a mistress, but she skillfully used her advantages to easily overshadow the first wife and her daughter, leaving them utterly powerless. When she seduced a wealthy man, she was in a car accident and found herself reborn as Hermione. Granger, having successfully seduced her wealthy stepfather at the age of nine, wasn't satisfied with her princess-like life. She knew this was Harry Potter's world, and although she didn't want to participate in the war, she was Muggle-born, and if Harry Potter lost, her future would be bleak.
Hermione decided to cultivate a good relationship with Harry Potter, helping her defeat Voldemort while also gaining some benefits. After all, she knew all of Voldemort's weaknesses. As for Ron, Wesley was a possibility, but marrying a poor man was out of the question.
When she first entered, her unconscious sense of superiority over the characters in the book almost gave her away, but she quickly recovered. Humph! They're just two little devils, easy to coax.
Hermione was incredibly jealous of Harry Potter's beauty, which surpassed her own. She had always been proud of her own looks and figure, but seeing Harry's delicate face and flawless skin made her want to scratch Harry's face. Right now, the only thing she had over Harry was her ample breasts, but Harry was just a little malnourished and would definitely develop more later.
However, she hadn't expected Harry Potter to no longer be a virgin. Having seen countless men, Hermione could tell at a glance. Pretending to be innocent, she wondered how many men she'd slept with. Hermione thought disdainfully.
Just then, the compartment door opened again, and three boys entered. Harry immediately recognized the one in the middle as the pale-faced boy she'd met at Madam Malkin's Robes Shop. He looked at Harry with far more interest than he had in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" he asked. "Everyone on the train is saying Harry Potter is in this compartment. So, that means it's you, right?"
Hermione still knew how to slightly conceal her arrogance, but this boy's arrogance was blatant.
“Yes,” Harley said, glancing at the other two boys, both tall and muscular, and strikingly ugly, standing on either side of the pale-faced boy like his bodyguards.
“Oh, this is Clara, and this is Goyle,” the pale-faced boy said casually when he noticed Harley looking at them. “My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
Ron coughed lightly to avoid laughing out loud.
Malfoy looked at him. “You think my name is ridiculous, don’t you? Don’t ask who you are. My father told me that the Wesleys are all redheads, freckled, and have too many children to support.”
He turned to Harley and said, “You’ll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to be friends with people who are different, do you? I can help you with that.”
He extended his hand to shake Harley’s, but she didn’t respond.
“I think I know who’s a good friend,” Harley said coldly.
"Hmph! If I were you, I wouldn't have made a decision so quickly. I got something that I think you'd be interested in. Come find me in the Malfoy's private car after you've seen it!" Malfoy tossed Harry a crystal ball the size of a fist and then left with his henchmen.
"Are you guys alright? What are those Malfoy brats doing here?" The twins, having greeted their friends, appeared at the door.
"That arrogant guy came in, said a bunch of nonsensical things, and then tossed something to Harry." Hermione, still dressed in Muggle clothes, complained, feeling ignored.
"That's a memory crystal. It can record images and sounds. It's not cheap!" Ron said.
"How do you use it? I don't know what he's going to do with it!" Harry was puzzled.
"You can hold it about 5 centimeters from your eyes to watch. If you want to show the video to multiple people, you'll need to use a wand," George replied.
Harry curiously picked up the crystal ball, but the image that appeared made her turn pale instantly, and the crystal ball fell to the ground.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Ron asked worriedly.
"I...I'm fine, I'm just going out for a bit." Harry forced a smile, pretending nothing was wrong, and went out, forgetting even to pick up the crystal ball that had fallen to the ground.
The group exchanged glances, wondering what was wrong with Harry. The three Wesley brothers were all very worried about Harry, wondering if they should chase after her.
"Let's see what's in the crystal ball first! Harry's expression changed after seeing it," Hermione suggested. She didn't care what was wrong with Harry; she was just very curious about what the image in the crystal ball was.
"Okay, let's figure out what happened before we go find Harry!" Frey picked up the crystal ball, raised his wand, and cast a spell to project the image.
The image projected on the crystal ball stunned everyone. Harley was being raped and abused by a dozen old, ugly men. Her snow-white body was being caressed by rough hands, and her vagina and mouth were simultaneously filled with men's ugly penises. Harley went from crying and begging to moaning and screaming. No one wanted to stop the video. The Wesley brothers, disregarding Hermione's presence, couldn't resist pulling out their hard penises and starting to masturbate. Hermione, on the other hand, enjoyed Harley's ugliness and felt a sense of pleasure at Harley's humiliation. As for where Harley was, everyone temporarily forgot about it.
Chapter Seven: The Humiliation on the Train, Candy Nightmare .
Standing in front of Malfoy's private carriage, Harley hesitated. She found it hard to muster the courage to face Malfoy, but before she could make up her mind, the door suddenly opened, and a stylish blonde girl came out.
"Come in, Draco has been waiting for you for a long time." Pansy, who was also 11 years old, said. Parkinson was a head taller than Harry. While her looks were originally ordinary, her exquisite makeup greatly enhanced her appearance. A seductive glint shone in her eyes, and her full breasts nearly burst out of her uniform. Her skirt was almost as short as Harry's, and her bare pubic hair was faintly visible as she walked.
She pulled the still hesitant Harry into the carriage. Because Malfoy's father was a school board member, they had their own private carriage, unlike the other students who had to squeeze into small cubicles. It was lavishly decorated, with thick carpets on the floor, and a private toilet and bathroom. Besides Malfoy, Clare and Goyle were also there, greedily munching on snacks.
"Finally here?" Malfoy said with a wicked grin, resting his chin on the armrest.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, trying to appear calm.
"As long as you behave, your video won't leak. Otherwise, don't blame me if everyone at Hogwarts has one." Malfoy's words made Harry pale.
"Oh... Darling, look how scared you've made Harley." Pansy sat in Malfoy's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her large breasts against him, seducing him.
"Don't be nervous. With such a lustful body, you need a man's comfort, don't you?" Malfoy kneaded Pansy's breasts, making her moan comfortably.
"You..." Harley's cheeks flushed with humiliation.
"Answer me a few questions first! How old were you when you first had sex?" Malfoy asked arrogantly, as Pansy knelt on the ground, sucking his penis.
"Nine...nine years old..." Harley said shyly.
"Who was it?"
"My uncle." Harley was a little unhappy thinking about the Dursleys.
"You liked having sex back then, didn't you?"
"No way! I was raped." Harley denied it firmly. "
Tsk tsk! You can still enjoy being raped like this, you're really lewd!" Malfoy played with the crystal ball in his hand.
"You..." Harley glared at Malfoy.
"Do you masturbate often?"
"No." Harley blushed.
"Oh...never?" Malfoy was surprised.
"Yes."
"Pansy, go teach her." Malfoy patted Pansy's bottom, making her let out a coquettish snort.
Harley took two steps back in fear when she saw Pansy approaching, and accidentally fell into a chair.
"Don't be afraid, it will make you feel very comfortable." Pansy giggled at Harley's nervousness.
She sat down next to Harley and gently and slowly stroked Harley's thighs. At first, Harley felt a little itchy and strange, but after getting used to it, it became very comfortable. Those hands seemed to have a magical warmth, which gradually relaxed Harley.
"Mmm..." Harry groaned as her vagina was suddenly attacked.
"Hehehe, Harry's body is really sensitive!" Pansy whispered in Harry's ear, her hands continuing their assault on Harry's vagina.
"No... ah... there... mmm..." Harry's weak resistance was no match for Pansy's.
"Harry's vagina is so cute, so pink and hairless." Pansy ripped off Harry's pink panties, exposing her vulva to everyone.
"No... don't look..." Harry covered her genitals in shame.
"Don't be shy, it felt good just now, right? Try it yourself." Pansy held Harry's hand and rubbed it against her genitals, while her other hand deftly unbuttoned Harry's top and front-fastening bra, kneading Harry's breasts and rubbing her nipples.
"Ah... mmm... mmm..." Gradually, without Pansy's touch, Harry continued to caress her clitoris, which began to swell, grow larger, and harden. Her vagina began to wet, releasing vaginal fluid.
Pansy withdrew her hand from Harry's breasts, the emptiness causing Harry to frown. Pansy moved Harry's other hand to her chest, instructing her on how to stimulate her breasts for pleasure.
"Harry, you feel good, don't you? Do you feel empty inside, like something's missing? Putting your fingers in will make you feel even better!" Pansy seductively whispered in Harry's ear.
"Mmm...ah...so good...mmm...mmm ah..." Harry closed her eyes, feeling as if she were floating in the air. She had never known that being alone could feel so good. At first, she felt that one finger in and out of her vagina was still empty, so slowly one finger became two, two became three, her fingers moving in and out of her vagina faster, bringing out waves of vaginal fluid. Her hand didn't forget to care for her nipples.
"Ah..." Harry, having reached orgasm through masturbation, was still immersed in the afterglow of her climax, tears welling in her eyes.
"Tsk tsk, this little slut is having so much fun!" Malfoy walked up to Harley.
Harley finally snapped out of her daze and opened her eyes, finding Clara and Goyle staring lewdly at her as she masturbated, Pansy giggling and watching the spectacle. Malfoy, standing before her, was pointing his thick, monstrous penis at Harley.
Harley screamed and curled up, trying to cover her naked body.
"It's too late to pretend to be innocent now," Malfoy said disdainfully, pulling Harley's hands away, spreading her legs and placing them on the armrests, then thrusting his penis into her still-wet vagina.
"Ah...no...ah...uhh..." Harley pushed against Malfoy's shoulders, her resistance not very earnest, even Malfoy noticed her insincerity.
Malfoy's penis thrust rapidly, driving Harley to multiple orgasms, making her already cute face even more alluring. Malfoy mischievously picked Harley up, spreading her legs wide to face the crowd, but his lower body didn't stop moving. Harley's eyes were glazed, clearly exhausted and too weak to hide.
When Malfoy ejaculated from Harley's tight vagina, Clara and Goyle couldn't wait to take over. Malfoy sat aside to watch the performance, while Pansy licked his penis clean.
Harley was forced to stick her buttocks up so Clara could fuck her from behind, while Goyle shoved his engorged penis into Harley's mouth. She was being roughly fucked by the two of them from both ends.
"No more... ah... ah... um... ooh..." Clara and Goyle's stamina was extraordinary. Harley begged for mercy, and when it finally ended, she collapsed weakly onto the carpet, semen gushing from her vagina.
Pansy, unusually kind, took Harley to the bathroom to clean up, but while showering Harley, her hands intentionally or unintentionally touched Harley's sensitive areas, causing Harley to moan continuously. When Pansy inserted her fingers into Harley's vagina to remove the semen, Harley couldn't stand up and could only sit in the bathtub, letting Pansy do as she pleased.
When Harley came out of the bathroom, Malfoy made her put on her clothes, and Harley breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was finally over.
But after she was dressed, she was pinned to a chair by Clara and Goyle.
"What else do you want to do?" Harley struggled.
"What do I want to do? I'll give you a little gift." Malfoy revealed a malicious grin.
He had Pansy get some candy from the snack pile next to him, and he first picked out a Chocolate Frog and waved it in front of Harley.
"You've never seen this before, have you? Its biggest feature is that it doesn't melt easily, and before it melts, it jumps around like a real frog. What do you think if I put it in your pussy?" Malfoy asked, but without waiting for Harley's consent, he parted her vagina and shoved two lively chocolate frogs inside.
"Stop...you can't do this...ah..." The strange sensation made Harley scream. The chocolate frogs bounced around in her sensitive vagina, giving her pleasure, but she was also afraid that the thing wouldn't come out.
"It's not over yet!" Malfoy was holding Super Bubble Gum, which was about 4 centimeters in diameter before being chewed. He stuffed 10 pieces of bubble gum into Harley's anus one by one.
"There's not enough time this time, the train is almost at its station. I'll use this to satisfy your horny anus first, and I'll feed you properly next time." Malfoy ignored Harley's resistance and stuffed all the bubble gum balls in before stopping.
When the train arrived at the station, by the time the Wesley brothers and Hermione found Harry, who was weak and limp, the carriage was empty.
"Harley, are you alright?" The twins, who were quicker, spotted Harry lying on the ground immediately and rushed over to help her up.
"Um...ah...no...I'm fine...ah..." Harry didn't want them to worry, but she couldn't suppress a moan.
"Where do you feel unwell?" Ron asked worriedly, feeling guilty for leaving Harry alone earlier.
"I..." Harry felt ashamed and didn't dare to tell the truth.
"Ah..." Seeing that Harry wouldn't speak, the twins exchanged glances and began to examine themselves, causing Harry to gasp as they touched her body.
"Frey, George, you..." Their bold actions made the still-virgin Ron blush.
"Is it here?" George parted her vulva, and a slow flow of vaginal fluid could be heard, with faint squelching sounds coming from inside.
"Um..." Harry nodded shyly, blushing.
"It's not easy to take this out; we'll have to wait until after the dinner party to take it out for you," George said.
"Anything else?" Frey asked.
"The back..." Harry said in a whisper, her head bowed.
"Here?" Frey reached into her anus and touched round, plump orbs.
"What are these?" he asked in surprise.
"Bubble gum..." Harry's head was practically steaming.
The twins quickly dressed Harry; by then, there was no one else on the train.
"You two go take the boat! Don't miss the Sorting. Hopefully, you'll be sorted into Gryffindor. Anyway, we'll figure out a way to get it out for you tonight," George said.
"Um... thank you," Harry said gratefully.
Her face flushed, she relied on Ron and Hermione's support to catch up with the others. No one spoke the whole way; Ron's face was even redder than Harry's, and he kept stealing glances at her.
Hermione, meanwhile, was thinking about what had just happened. Harley's lewd appearance made her own pussy itch. She was never some chaste and virtuous woman; she figured she'd just hook up with any man she found attractive to relieve the itch, she thought.
Chapter Eight: Lewd Opening Banquet, Ron's First Experience (Part 1)
Professor McGonagall led the freshmen to a small room next to the hall to wait for the Sorting Ceremony. Harry's legs involuntarily shifted, rubbing together against her itchy genitals as the chocolate frog tormented and stimulated her sensitive spot.
"Harry, let me help you!" Hermione said, feigning kindness. Without waiting for Harry's reply, she slipped her hand under Harry's skirt, deftly pulling aside her panties, and went straight for her vagina.
"Ah..." Harry was startled by her actions and couldn't help but gasp. Seeing the people around her looking, she quickly pretended nothing was wrong and dared not move.
Hermione mischievously inserted her index and middle fingers into Harry's wet vagina, rapidly rotating and thrusting, causing Harry to moan.
"Mmm...ah...woo..." Harry quickly covered her mouth, but Ron, who had been watching Harry closely, could clearly hear her panting through her fingers. His penis was erect, and he would have been embarrassed if it weren't for the robe.
Hermione saw Harry's cheeks flushed and her heart fluttering from her teasing, and a slight smile crept onto her lips. She intentionally or unintentionally pushed the Chocolate Frog deeper, reaching her cervix. Harry was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she almost lost her balance. Ron, seeing this, half-hugs, half-supports her from behind. Ron, a head taller than Harry, reached out and grasped Harry's breasts. He swallowed hard and kneaded Harry's soft, round breasts.
"No…someone will see…ah…uh…" Harry whispered, trying to stop her, but it was no use against the wicked Hermione and the lustful Ron.
Professor McGonagall reappeared and saved her. Harry struggled to keep up with the group, her vulva rubbing against Hermione's deliberately pulled-up panties, supposedly to "prevent the candy ball from falling out." Now, the panties were deeply embedded in her labia, constantly stimulating Harry.
When it was finally Harley's turn for sorting, she slowly walked towards the Sorting Hat under everyone's watchful eyes. After putting on the hat, Harley was enveloped in darkness and silence. Just when Harley thought the hat was malfunctioning, a somewhat aged man's voice reached her ears.
"Haven't seen such a slutty girl in a long time. Your experiences are truly remarkable, even surpassing your mother's back then!" The lewd voice exclaimed as if he'd just finished watching porn.
"You…" Harley's face flushed red with anger, and she couldn't help but curse the perverted old man in her heart.
"Alright, let me see where I should sort you." The voice muttered to itself.
"No Slytherin, no Slytherin," Harley whispered, finally hearing the Sorting Hat shout "Gryffindor"...
Harley breathed a sigh of relief, took off the hat, and headed towards the Gryffindor table. She certainly didn't want to be sorted into the same house as Malfoy.
"Hmph! Little brat, you dare call me a perverted old man? Don't blame me for not telling you that." The Sorting Hat smugly boasted. This Sorting Hat was knowledgeable in everything, from astronomy to geography, and could not only read minds. Having lived for thousands of years, it was incredibly knowledgeable, having overheard conversations of past headmasters in the headmaster's office and knowing many gossips and secrets.
The oblivious Harry went to the seats the Weasley brothers had reserved for her. The twins sat on either side of her, while Ron and Hermione were squeezed to the side.
Suddenly, all sorts of delicious food appeared on the table, many of which Harry had never seen or tasted before. However, Harry couldn't eat at all, unable to concentrate on her food. Even Dumbledore's speech couldn't distract her.
"Harry, darling, are you hungry? Try this fried chicken leg." Frey picked up a golden-brown, crispy chicken leg and asked. Harry was about to tell him she had no appetite when Frey's hand holding the chicken leg disappeared under the tablecloth.
"Ah... what are you doing?" Harry exclaimed in surprise. The missing chicken leg was now inserted into her overflowing vagina, and Frey had taken away her already soaked, transparent panties.
"No... don't do this... ah... um... ooh..." Harry pushed against the lewd hands, but how could her petite frame resist two big boys? The crispy chicken leg went in and out of her vagina, making her wetness flow freely.
George, not to be outdone, reached into Harry's clothes, deftly unhooked her bra, and stuffed the specially designed bra that was easy to remove into his pocket. His hand then reached into her clothes again and began to ravage her.
"Ah... not here, um... oh..." Harry moaned, tears of lust welling in her eyes.
"Don't worry, after the dinner party, I'll definitely satisfy you." George whispered in her ear, erotically licking Harry's small ear. His tongue traced along the earlobe, and finally licked in and out of the ear canal, making the sensitive Harry almost jump.
Frey took out a chicken leg smeared with semen and savored the specially seasoned dish, making Harry turn his head away in shame. This time, it was George's turn to pick up a thick, long German sausage, grin at Harry, and the sausage disappeared before her eyes.
Just as Harry was once again caught in a whirlpool of lust, Ron, sitting beside her, stared intently at the alluring Harry, completely unaware of what he was eating, repeatedly sticking food into his nostrils.
And Hermione? She was nowhere to be seen at the table. It turned out she had quickly seduced the tall and imposing Quidditch captain—Oliver Muto—and was currently hiding under the table eating a large sausage!
At this moment, Harry was unaware that her future Potions professor was watching her—Severus. Snape couldn't take his eyes off Harley the moment she stepped into the hall. Her eyes, so identical to Lily's, and her strikingly similar face captivated him. Yet, those jet-black hair cruelly reminded him that this wasn't Lily, but Potter's daughter, whom he loathed
. His face was expressionless, his thoughts unreadable, but his eyes flickered with conflicting emotions—tenderness and hatred. "Harley's beautiful, isn't she? Those eyes are just like her mother's. Hagrid says she's a good girl,"
Dumbledore said meaningfully to Snape.
"Hmph! I think she's just like her father, only good for attracting attention and causing trouble," Snape muttered, inexplicably displeased that the lovely Harley was drawing everyone's attention.
Dumbledore smiled but said nothing more. He trusted Snape; he was merely offering a reminder.
Chapter Nine: The Lewd Opening Banquet, Ron's First Experience (Part Two)
After the banquet, the first-year students of Gryffindor followed Percy through the noisy crowd, out of the dining hall, and up the marble staircase. Harley's legs felt like lead again; if the Wesley brothers hadn't been half-dragging, half-carrying her, she probably wouldn't have been able to walk at all.
Suddenly, the people in front of them stopped. A cane was floating in mid-air in front of them.
"It's Peeves," Percy whispered to the first-year students, "a prankster." He raised his voice, "Peeves—show yourself!"
The answer was a loud, shrill, popping sound like a deflated balloon.
"Are you telling me to go find the Blood Baron?"
Suddenly, a dwarf appeared, with a pair of evil black eyes, a large mouth, and sat cross-legged in mid-air, his hands firmly gripping the cane. "Hehehe!" he chuckled wickedly. "So it's those annoying first-graders! How fun!"
He suddenly pounced on the students, who were all stunned. Peeves could freely control his body to become invisible, manifest, pass through objects, or become solid (for a short time). When he passed through the students' bodies, they felt a chill as if they were touching ice.
As he flew closer to Harry, his eyes lit up. He deliberately lifted Harry's skirt and crawled under it. Harry screamed and quickly pulled her skirt down; she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Luckily, everyone was tumbling and falling because of Peeves' prank, and no one noticed Harry. Harry wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt like Peeves had licked her genitals.
They finally arrived at the Gryffindor common room, a comfortable circular room filled with soft armchairs.
Percy guided the girls through one door to their rooms, then led the boys through another.
Hogwarts, regardless of the house, had a male-to-female ratio, so Gryffindor boys had to share rooms, while girls could share.
Harry and Hermione shared a room. The room had two large four-poster beds on either side, draped with deep red flannel canopies. A desk sat near the window, and each of them had a large wardrobe. The girls' room also had a small ensuite bathroom with a bathtub large enough for two people.
For Harry, this was the most luxurious room she had ever seen, while Hermione pouted, seemingly dissatisfied.
Just as they finished walking around the room, the twins and Ron arrived.
"Finally got rid of that Percy guy," George said, a smug look on his face.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Harry, my darling!" Frey hugged Harry from behind and led her to the bed.
"Take your time, I'll be back later," Hermione waved and left the room.
"Um, how do I get that out?" Harry asked shyly, sitting at the foot of the bed.
"Let's check first," George said, pushing Harry down onto the bed and stripping her naked, causing Harry to gasp in surprise.
"Little Ron hasn't seen a woman's naked body before, has he? Ah! Ginny and Mommy's don't count." Frey pushed Ron forward, letting him see clearly, while George pulled away Harley's hands that were trying to cover herself.
"So...so cute..." Ron swallowed, staring blankly at Harley's body. Harley's shy face was as beautiful as a flower, her fair skin was softer and more lustrous than silk, her breasts were small and cute, and the two pink nipples were irresistibly alluring. Her slender waist, straight and long legs, and the flower hidden in the mysterious valley between her legs all fascinated Ron.
"Little virgin Ron is staring at a woman's naked body." George finished speaking and laughed with Frey.
"Shut up!" Ron's face turned redder than his hair.
"Harley, let me try to take it out." George parted Harley's wet little hole and inserted his fingers to try to remove the chocolate frog.
"Mmm...ah...ooh...there..." The pleasure from the insertion of fingers sent waves of sensation through Harley's body, making her tremble slightly.
"No, it's too deep. I can't get it out with my hands." George dug for a long time but still couldn't get it out.
"Let me try." Frey patted George's shoulder to make him move aside. He spread Harley's legs wide, bent down, and began to lick and suck at her opening.
"No...ah...don't do this...mmm..." Harley felt extremely ashamed. Being licked like this, with loud sucking sounds, even Ron was staring wide-eyed, making her even more embarrassed.
"Phew...still no way." Frey still hadn't succeeded, but he licked his lips as if he wasn't satisfied. Harley's vaginal fluid was different from other women's, with a faint sweetness and fragrance, making Frey unable to stop. He finally managed to stop.
"Then what should we do?" Harley was terrified. She didn't want that chocolate frog inside her forever.
"Then we can only use..." George said.
"That method!" Frey continued in a chorus-like manner, the two exchanging a wicked smile.
"What method?" Harley asked, uneasy at their smiles.
"Just use a penis to mash and melt the chocolate."
"This...this..." Harley blushed. Although she had been raped many times and hated being forced to do that, she actually found it very comfortable. It wasn't just the pleasure and orgasm from sex; having lacked love since childhood, she was captivated by the strong and warm embrace of a man. Moreover, she had a good impression of the Wesley brothers, so she wasn't really opposed to it, just very shy.
"Let Ron do it! Don't say your brother doesn't take care of you," Frey said.
"Little Ron is finally going to lose his virginity...Brother is so moved! Mom will definitely cry tears of joy when she finds out, Ginny won't be worried about her unlucky brother, Dad and Bill..." George sang like an aria, wiping away non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Shut up!!" Ron was practically fuming.
Ron stood awkwardly in front of Harley, unsure what to do. Harley was equally embarrassed, having to do something intimate with a new friend she'd only known for less than a day, especially since Ron was a novice.
"Little brother, just put your thing in Harley's pussy. Don't keep the lady waiting too long. Didn't you peek at Mom and Dad doing it?" Frey said.
"Shut up, I know!" Ron said angrily, pulling off his robe and trousers, revealing a surprisingly thick and long penis.
"Not bad! You're our little brother, you've got potential." George whistled and patted Ron's shoulder in admiration.
Ron didn't respond. He nervously and awkwardly walked to the bedside, his stiff hand touching Harley's thigh. Attracted by the touch, he stroked it several times before the twins teased him.
He grasped his throbbing penis, took a deep breath, aimed at the opening, and thrust it in all the way.
"Ah..." Harley gasped in surprise at his action.
Ron stared at Harley's alluring, lustful face, his lower body instinctively beginning to move rapidly.
"Mmm...ah...too fast...oh...my pussy...is going to break...ah..." The intense thrusting caused Harley to moan incessantly, her penis throbbing violently as if in a dying struggle, the double stimulation sending Harley to orgasm repeatedly.
Young and strong, Ron had exceptional stamina; his penis brought out waves of vaginal fluid with each thrust, soon mixed with a coffee-colored liquid, the melted chocolate slowly flowing out. But Ron didn't stop. He had never known that sex could be so pleasurable. If only he had known, he wouldn't have been too shy to watch when his brothers deflowered Ginny.
"Ah..." Ron's thick semen shot into Harley's body, causing her to orgasm again. The milky white semen mixed with chocolate flowed out like chocolate milk.
"Well done, Ron," George praised Ron, who was still panting in the afterglow of his orgasm.
"Okay." Ron looked at Harry with reluctance.
"What's the rush? There will be plenty of opportunities later. It'll be your two brothers' turn." Frey picked up Harry and headed for the bathroom.
"What are we going to do in the bathroom?" Harry asked.
"Don't forget the bubble gum in your anus. Let me take it out first." Frey replied, making Harry blush again. She gave a small "Mmm" and lowered her head without saying anything.
George followed them into the bathroom. Ron rested for a moment and then quickly followed.
"How do we take it out?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Use this." George said, holding a round-headed showerhead. Hogwarts showerheads are different from Muggle showerheads. They can extend and retract freely and can also release different colored bubble water or clear water. They are very magical.
Frey made Harley lie face down on the edge of the bathtub, her buttocks raised. George inserted the showerhead into Harley's anus and started running water
. The fear of being given an enema made Harley struggle, and George and Ron had to restrain her. "Don't be afraid, you don't want the bubblegum to stay in there forever, do you?" Frey reassured her in her ear, successfully stopping Harley's movements, though she only sobbed softly.
"No... ah... it's so full..." Harley whimpered.
"You'll have to wait a few minutes." George touched Harley's swollen belly, stopped the water flow, but the showerhead remained inserted .
"Ugh..." Harley groaned.
To distract Harley, Frey began caressing her body, moving along her back to her chest, teasing her clitoris. George also picked up another showerhead, turned on the strongest water jet, and began washing Harley's vagina.
"Ah... there... no... um... oh..." Harley began to feel pleasure from the intense stimulation, temporarily ignoring the discomfort in her stomach.
When the time was almost up, George pulled out the showerhead in one swift motion, spraying out a large amount of soapy water, along with colorful bubblegum balls that popped out with a "pop," eliciting cheers from the Wesley brothers.
Harley hadn't eaten much all day, so her intestines were clean; only bubblegum and colorful candies remained on the ground. To ensure all the candies were expelled, poor Harley received two more enemas.
"Okay, that should be enough," George said, using magic to clean up the bubblegum and bubblegum on the ground.
"Thank you," Harley said weakly. "
Don't mention it, it'll be our turn next." Frey and George took off their clothes, revealing identical naked bodies, their already erect penises standing tall.
Harley blushed and lowered her head, not daring to look at them, but she didn't refuse them.
The twins hugged Harley from the front and back, each aiming at a hole, exchanging a glance, and simultaneously entering.
"Mmm...ah...ah..." The two men thrust in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, powerfully fucking Harley, making her moan repeatedly from their skillful techniques.
Ron watched the performance intently, seeing his brothers' prowess, and resolved to learn from them.
Finally, Ron joined the fray again, the four of them playing from the bathroom to the bed, until they were exhausted and fell asleep. Luckily, Harley's bed was big enough to fit all four of them.
Chapter Ten Hagrid's Mysterious Package, Hermione's Prank
"It's over there, look!"
"Which way?"
"Next to the tall red-haired boy and the brown-haired girl."
"So cute."
"Did you see her scar?"
The next day, as Harley walked out of her dorm, these whispers followed her everywhere. Students lined up outside the classroom, all standing on tiptoe, wanting to catch a glimpse of her. In the hallway, they walked past her, then turned back, staring intently at her. Harry hoped they wouldn't do that, as she was very uncomfortable being stared at by so many people.
Hermione, on the other hand, was quite used to being the center of attention; she enjoyed being noticed and walked with her head held high, full of pride
and confidence. Finally arriving at the dining room, Harry began to enjoy a sumptuous breakfast when, suddenly, about a hundred owls flew into the room, startling her. The owls quickly circled the tables until they found their owners, tossing letters or packages onto their laps.
Although Harry had her owl, Hemi, she hadn't expected to receive any letters or packages. However, to her surprise, Hemi brought her a package.
After feeding Hemi some toast, Harry eagerly opened the package, curious to see what was inside. Upon opening the box and seeing what was inside, Harry let out a small gasp and quickly closed the lid, but Hermione and Ron, sitting beside her, saw everything clearly.
"Cough cough cough...Harley, what's that...?" Ron coughed up pumpkin juice, asking in shock. He hadn't expected anyone to send Harley two incredibly realistic vibrators, and a black glass bottle with an unknown contents.
"Ah, it's from Hagrid." Hermione picked up the fallen note and quickly scanned its contents.
"Don't look!" Harley was practically steaming, her cheeks flushed crimson. She snatched the note and stuffed it into her bag along with the package.
That day in class, Harley barely dared to look Ron and Hermione in the eye. Ron was completely lost in thought, while Hermione... She eagerly answered all the teacher's questions, extremely proud of the extra points she'd earned for Graves.
Ever since discovering she was in the Harry Potter world, she had bought all the textbooks for grades 1-7 and thoroughly studied them. The Hermione in the original stories was smart and beautiful; how could she possibly lose to her?
Harry tried his best to concentrate on the lesson. He felt a little disappointed when he realized Hermione, who also came from a Muggle family, was much more skilled than him, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ron and the others were about the same level. The magical magic class helped him forget his morning embarrassment, and he diligently practiced with Ron and Hermione how to turn matches into needles.
Back in his dormitory, Harry finally took out the package that had made him so shy and carefully read the note inside, which explained how to use it.
Since Harry had agreed to have sex with Hagrid, Hagrid had spent a lot of time searching, not only in Diagon Alley but even in Night Walk, to find a way to make Harry submit to him.
The box contained two magical vibrators whose size could be freely controlled, and which, once activated, could have different frequencies and speeds adjusted at will.
The black glass bottle contained a rare secret medicine that Hagrid had spent a fortune on Galleons to acquire. It not only increased the elasticity of her vagina, allowing it to withstand a larger penis and reducing the risk of injury, but also maintained its firmness with regular use. The method of use was to apply the ointment evenly to a vibrator, insert it after showering, and change the dressing daily. It was recommended to keep it inserted at all times except when showering or using the toilet.
The thought of constantly having this inserted made Harley feel ashamed, but she didn't want to disappoint Hagrid, causing her hesitation.
"Harley, it's nothing, don't overthink it," Hermione said, unable to bear Harley's hesitation any longer. She pulled the parchment from her hand and tossed it aside, then led her to her wardrobe, opening a drawer filled with various sex toys.
"This…this is…" Harley stammered, blushing.
"This is just a small part of my collection. If my suitcase weren't so small, I would have brought it all," Hermione complained.
"But...but what are you going to do with all this?" Harry was shy but also very curious.
"Of course I'm going to use it!" Hermione said matter-of-factly.
"But...but..." Harry envied Hermione's confident demeanor, but she still couldn't be that bold.
"Okay, no buts, let's go take a shower, and I'll help you fix that thing after we're done." Hermione pulled Harry into the bathroom.
"Wait...wait a minute!" Harry didn't have time to refuse before Hermione dragged her away.
Once in the bathroom, Hermione quickly took off her clothes and placed them in the laundry basket in the corner, which the house-elf would naturally collect and wash. After she finished undressing, she saw Harry still standing there dumbfounded.
"Harley, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and take your clothes off!" Hermione said, hands on her hips, her figure fully revealed. Her full, perky breasts and slender waist and plump hips were always Hermione's pride. Her pubic area was covered with thick brown hair, but it was neatly trimmed.
"Oh...okay..." Harley had never bathed with a friend before, which made her feel very novel, except for Dudley, that fat pig, of course.
Being naked in front of others, even if they were women, still made Harley very shy. She felt she would never get used to it.
Hermione carefully examined Harley's body and had to admit that Harley had great potential. Except for her breasts, which were not yet fully developed, everything else was comparable to her own. She would never admit that anyone was more beautiful than her, she thought proudly.
"Hermione...are we not going to bathe?" Harley felt very uncomfortable being stared at while naked.
"It's okay, let's bathe!" Hermione looked away.
The two sat on small chairs by the bathtub, lathering themselves with soap, but halfway through the bath, Hermione reached out her hand to Harley.
"Harley, your skin is so nice." Her lewd hands reached for Harley, beginning to wander and caress her.
"Hermione, don't do that." Harley quickly became aroused by being touched, and she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her hard-won new friend.
"What does it matter?" Hermione's hands began to attack sensitive areas, one hand kneading Harley's breasts, the other massaging her already erect clitoris.
"Hermione... ah... no... um... um... oh..." Hermione, being a woman herself, knew exactly where Harley's erogenous zones were. Her superb skills made Harley moan with pleasure, her whole body going limp and at her mercy.
"You have to clean the inside too..." Hermione mischievously thinned the long handle of the back brush and ruthlessly thrust it into Harley's vagina.
"Ah... no... ah... um ah..." The stimulation in her lower body made Harley scream loudly.
Hermione thoroughly washed Harry, inside and out, even performing an enema. Harry, panting and exhausted, collapsed to the floor after the bath.
Hermione quickly washed herself and expertly performed an enema as well, leaving Harry speechless.
After her bath, Hermione, still naked, went to Harry's bedside and began examining the vibrators.
"Hermione, aren't you going to put on some clothes?"
"I'm used to sleeping naked, and there's no one else here anyway," Hermione waved dismissively.
She recited the control incantation, had Harry lie down on the bed, applied a thick layer of ointment, inserted both vibrators, and, following the instructions, slowly channeled magic to enlarge them.
"No…it's too big…ah…" Harry cried out as her lower body was gradually stretched open.
"Okay, that'll do for today. We'll increase the size tomorrow, and then we can try other functions!" Hermione said with great interest.
"No...uh...please spare me...ah...oh..." Harley groaned and begged for mercy as the vibrating dildo stimulated her at different intensities. Hermione tried every function before finally stopping.
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The next day in History of Magic class, Harley, having stayed up late the night before, was drowsy from the boring lesson and Professor Bing's monotonous voice. Many students, including Ron, were fast asleep, slumped over their desks.
"Ah!" The vibrator suddenly started vibrating, startling Harley. She quickly covered her mouth, afraid of being discovered, but thankfully no one noticed.
Turning around, she saw Hermione's mischievous smile and quietly gestured for her to turn it off. Hermione had taken the control spell from the paper, and Harley couldn't remember how to stop it.
"This class is so boring anyway, just playing around. Look, I have one too." Hermione lifted her skirt, revealing special underwear with a fake penis attached.
"Someone will find out," Harley said softly, blushing.
"Then you'd better hold back and not moan too loudly!" Hermione chuckled mischievously, increasing the intensity.
"Mmm...ah...too fast...no...oh..." Despite Harry's efforts to hold back, moans still escaped from between her fingers.
Hermione tilted her head to watch Harry's aroused state, noticing that Ron, who was sleeping face down, was breathing more and more heavily, and a small bulge had formed in his lower body.
"It's hard!" Hermione reached over Harry's shoulder and towards Ron, kneading his erect penis.
"Oh..." Ron could no longer pretend to be asleep.
"Harley, look, your moans have made Ron hard, give him a blowjob." Hermione unzipped Ron's pants, pulled down his underwear, and his hard penis sprang out.
Harry's eyes widened, unable to believe she was going to do this in class, but the vibration in her lower body intensified, so she had no choice but to obey Hermione and give Ron a blowjob.
Harry sucked on Ron's glans, and Ron was overwhelmed with pleasure from her sucking. He pressed her head down and thrust his lower body upward, deeply inserting his penis into Harry's mouth.
"Ugh...ugh...mmm..." Harry could only let out muffled moans with her mouth blocked.
When the bell rang, Ron also reached his climax, ejaculating all his semen into Harry's mouth. Harry accidentally swallowed it all. After they left the classroom for the next class, a puddle of clear liquid remained on Harry's seat.
Chapter Eleven Hagrid's Giant Penis, Harry Being Followed
Early Friday morning, Harry received a letter from Hagrid inviting her to "have tea" at his cabin in the afternoon. Harry replied that she agreed, but she was still a little worried about whether she could handle Hagrid's amazingly large penis, even though, with Hermione's help (?), the size of the vibrators she inserted into her vagina and anus had improved a lot.
Harry was in a bad mood at the thought of seeing Malfoy on Friday, especially since the class was taught by Professor Snape, the Headmaster of Slytherin House, who was rumored to be particularly biased towards his students. The Potions
class was held in an underground classroom, much colder than the main castle building. Glass jars lined the walls, their contents of preserved animal specimens adding to the chill.
Snape began by calling roll, stopping when he called Harry's name.
"Oh, yes," he murmured, "Harry Potter, this is our new…famous person."
Draco Malfoy and his friends Clare and Goyle covered their mouths and chuckled. After taking attendance, Snape looked up at the class, his eyes as black as Hagrid's, but lacking Hagrid's warmth. His eyes were cold and empty, like two dark tunnels.
"You've come here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of potion-making," he began, his voice barely a whisper, yet everyone heard every word. Like Professor Mack, Professor Snape possessed an effortless, authoritative power to maintain order in the classroom.
"Since there are no fools waving wands here, many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the subtle beauty of the cauldron simmering over a low flame, its fragrant steam rising, nor will you truly understand the wondrous power of the liquid flowing through people's veins, the magic that stirs the soul and cloud the mind… I can teach you how to increase reputation, brew glory, even stop death—but on one condition: you must not be the kind of idiots I often encounter."
After his brief opening remarks, the class fell silent. Harley and Ron exchanged a glance. Hermione, however, couldn't hide her excitement; the real-life Professor Snape was particularly imposing.
“Potter!” Snape exclaimed suddenly. “What would I get if I added narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?”
What root powder in what solution? Harry glanced at Ron, who, like him, was stunned.
“I don’t know, sir,” Harry said.
Snape curled his lip in disdain.
“Tsk, tsk…it seems fame isn’t everything.”
“Let’s try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you look?”
“I don’t know, sir,” Harry replied, having no idea what a bezoar was.
“I suppose you didn’t open a single book before school started, did you, Potter?”
Harry forced herself to stare directly into his cold eyes. At the Dursleys’ house, she had indeed read all the books, but could Snape expect her to memorize the contents of *A Thousand Wonderful Herbs and Mushrooms*?
“Potter, then tell me the difference between *Aconitum carmichaelii* and *Aconitum kusnezoffii*?”
“I don’t know,” Harry said softly, annoyed that Snape was targeting her.
“Let me tell you, Potter. Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be mixed together to make a very potent sleeping potion, a dose of life-or-death potion. Bezoar is a stone taken from a cow’s stomach and has extremely strong detoxifying properties. As for *Aconitum carmichaelii* and *Aconitum kusnezoffii*, they are the same plant, also collectively called aconite. Do you understand?
Why don’t you write all of this down?” Stared at by Harry’s emerald eyes, Snape turned away awkwardly, avoiding those eyes that were the same as those in his memory.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound of quills and parchment being fumbled. Amid the noise, Snape said, “Potter, because you didn’t preview the textbook, Gryffindor will lose a point.”
Potions class continued, but the Gryffindor students’ situation did not improve. Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them on how to mix a simple medicine to treat scabies. Snape, dragging his long black cloak, walked around the classroom watching them dry nettles and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were reprimanded, except for Malfoy, who seemed to be Snape's favorite. Just as he was showing everyone how perfectly Malfoy cooked the tentacled slugs, a plume of acidic green smoke suddenly billowed from the underground classroom, accompanied by a loud hissing sound. Neville had somehow burned Seamus's cauldron into a crooked mess, spilling the medicine onto the stone floor and burning holes in the students' shoes. Within seconds, the entire class was standing on their chairs. When the cauldron was overturned, Neville was soaked in the medicine, his arms and legs covered in red, swollen scabies, screaming in pain.
"Idiot!" Snape roared, sweeping the spilled potion away with his wand. "I suppose you put the porcupine quills in before taking the pot off the fire, didn't you?"
Neville sobbed, a sudden outbreak of scabies appearing on his nose.
"Get him to the hospital ward upstairs," Snape snapped at Seamus. He then circled around Harry and Ron, who were working right next to Neville.
Harry's clothes were also splashed with the potion, and Ron and Hermione frantically helped her remove her robes to prevent it from seeping into her skin, revealing her school uniform underneath. Standing on a chair, her short skirt barely concealed her cute little panties, and Snape's eyes darkened when he saw them.
"Potter, why didn't you tell him not to put the porcupine quills in? Did you think he'd be so great just because he made a mistake? Come to my office for detention this weekend." Snape blurted out the words. He didn't understand why he was detaining Harry Potter either. He had very complicated feelings about this child born from the union of the person he hated most and the person he loved most.
This was so unfair! Harry was about to argue when Ron kicked her from behind the pot.
"Don't mess around," he whispered. "I heard Snape is particularly unreasonable."
An hour later, they climbed the stairs out of the underground classroom. Harry's mind was in turmoil, and she was depressed.
Gryffindor had lost points and been punished with detention because of her in the first week of school. She didn't know why Snape hated her so much.
“Cheer up,” Ron said. “Snape always deducts points from Frey and George. Can I go with you to see Hagrid?”
“Uh…maybe next time! I have things to do today.” Thinking about what was about to happen, Harry blushed and ran off with her bag.
“Let’s follow her!” Hermione said to Ron.
“But…” Ron felt it wasn’t right to follow Harry, but he was also curious why Harry was so nervous about not letting them follow.
“Don’t you want to know what Harry is secretly doing to Hagrid?” Hermione pretended not to know anything about Harry, deliberately tempting Ron to go with her to peek.
“Okay!” Ron was finally persuaded, and they followed Harry to Hagrid’s cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
Through the window, they peeked into the house. It wasn't large; the living room and bedrooms were combined without partition, except for a small kitchen separated by a partition leading to the back door. To accommodate Hagrid's tall stature, the house had a high ceiling. Ron and Hermione sneaked in through the back door and hid in the kitchen, quietly opening the door to the living room
to spy. Hagrid warmly welcomed Harley's arrival, leading her to the sofa and serving her tea and snacks. They chatted about Harley's week at school, with Hagrid comforting her, who was upset because of Snape. When Harley noticed the clipping of the Gringotts trespassing incident from the Daily Prophet on the table, Hagrid quickly changed the subject.
"Harley, I'm so glad you came. Did you use the things I sent you?" Hagrid's voice was trembling with excitement. Few women were willing to have sex with him because his penis was unusually large; he had paid exorbitant prices for the few prostitutes willing to have sex with him, and even then, they were the lowest-class prostitutes.
"Um, it's nothing," Harley replied shyly, lowering her head.
Hagrid picked up Harley and gently placed her on his large stone bed, which was covered with the fur of an unknown animal. His trembling hands clumsily undressed Harley, slowly revealing her alluring young body.
Ron and Hermione, hiding in the kitchen, had a perfect view. Ron's mouth gaped open in astonishment; his face flushed, and he swallowed hard. The thought of petite Harley being taken by the muscular Hagrid excited him immensely. Hermione was
also interested in watching a live version of Beauty and the Beast. She pulled up a chair and sat down, ready to enjoy the performance. Hagrid
looked at the snow-white body before him, his rough hands eagerly reaching out to touch it, enjoying the smooth skin under his palms. His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting Harley if he was too rough.
As Hagrid's warm, large hands caressed her, from her cheek down her neck to her shoulder, gently brushing her nipples, a ticklish, tingling sensation made Harley's toes curl. His hand moved to her sensitive waist, causing her to instinctively flinch. Her legs were also stroked, and Hagrid carefully examined every inch of Harley's body.
After meticulously scrutinizing Harley's perfect naked body, he licked the snow-white neck he had long coveted. The girl's sweet fragrance filled his nostrils, igniting his animalistic desires and making his movements impatient.
Harley, feeling Hagrid's licking her sensitive body, the prickly and itchy stubble from his beard, couldn't help but giggle, struggling slightly.
Hagrid, burning with lust, couldn't let her go. He grabbed her legs, spreading them wide, revealing a captivating view: her pink vulva and anus, with a large dildo inserted—the stark contrast almost made Hagrid's nose bleed.
He pulled out two vibrators, hastily pulled down his pants to reveal his monstrous penis, causing the two people hiding next door to gasp in surprise. Fortunately, Harley and Hagrid, engrossed in their lust, didn't notice, or they would have been caught.
Hagrid pressed his massive penis against Harley's vagina and slowly thrust in. Her vagina was gradually stretched open, and Harley felt a little swollen, but it was still bearable. Once the penis was fully inside, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is it okay, Harley?" Hagrid struggled to remain still, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Yes, you can move!" Harley nodded, seeing how hard he was trying.
With permission, Hagrid immediately began to move eagerly, pulling out his massive penis and thrusting it in forcefully. Harley's tight vagina gripped him, giving him immense pleasure. He moved his lower body rhythmically and powerfully, like a machine, fucking Harley.
"Ah...it's too big...oh...Hagrid...slower...ah..." Harley was getting used to Hagrid's size, followed by an overwhelming wave of pleasure. The fur beneath her scratched her bare back and anus, making her moan loudly.
"Harley...you're so good...so tight...ah..." Hagrid groaned loudly in pleasure.
Hagrid pulled the vibrator out of her anus and began alternating between the two holes, causing Harley to moan again.
"No...ah...two...too stimulating...uh...oh..."
Hagrid picked Harley up and easily changed to a woman-on-top position, his large penis penetrating Harley even deeper.
Ron had been hard for a while and started masturbating. Hermione, who was also aroused, couldn't help but give Ron a seductive look and pulled him to join in.
"Harder...ah...yes...so good...uh..." Hermione held onto the chair as Ron fucked her from behind, the two of them still watching Harley and Hagrid's fierce battle intently.
Although Hermione was also beautiful, with larger breasts, Ron still felt she couldn't compare to Harley. The pleasure he felt while having sex with Harley was like ascending to heaven. While having sex with Hermione, his eyes were only on Harley's lustful and alluring face, imagining that the person beneath him was Harley. After bringing Hermione to a climax, Ron also groaned and ejaculated.
After the two finished, the people inside continued their battle. Hagrid had exceptional stamina, bringing Harley to orgasm several times. After an unknown amount of time, Hagrid finally ejaculated inside Harley.
When Harley was taken back to the castle by Hagrid and "coincidentally" encountered Ron and Hermione, she returned to the tower trembling. It was already past curfew.
Chapter Twelve: Harley's Bloodline, Groans in the Potions Office
Harley walked slowly and nervously towards the Potions office in the cold basement, secretly angry that Ron and Hermione were disloyal for abandoning her and not coming with her.
Ron's face changed drastically upon hearing Snape's name, and he quickly said he hadn't finished his homework. What about Hermione? Although she admired Snape's affection, seeing him was one thing, but his coldness and sharp tongue were not something most people could handle. So poor Harry had to face Snape alone.
Standing in front of the office, Harry took a deep breath and mentally prepared herself before knocking on the door.
"Come in," Snape's voice came from inside.
Harry mustered her courage and opened the door. Snape was sitting at his desk grading papers. Around him were many glass cabinets filled with various bottles and jars, containing many strange and unidentified objects.
Seeing Harry arrive, Snape asked her to process the herbs on a small table beside him, chopping them up. Harry was surprised not to be met with Snape's sarcastic remarks.
Looking at the small mountain of herbs, she resignedly grabbed a knife and began chopping. After assigning the work, Snape left the office and went to the laboratory next door.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief after he left; being alone in a room with Snape had been very stressful.
After Snape left, Harley finally had a chance to observe her surroundings properly. She saw many herbs and strange, unidentified creatures in the cupboards. One cupboard contained many different potions, and when she saw a bottle of purple potion with a mesmerizing glow, she couldn't look away. She seemed to hear someone telling her, "Drink it, drink it quickly," and her nose seemed to smell a faint, alluring fragrance.
Her body involuntarily rose and walked towards the cupboard. As if bewitched, she reached for the bottle, opened the cap, and the fragrance became even stronger. Unable to resist the temptation, she drank the potion in one gulp.
Clang! The glass bottle slipped from her hand, smashed on the floor, and shattered. After drinking the potion, she felt a heat rising from her bones, making her weak and collapse to the ground.
Snape, hearing the noise, rushed into the office and saw the cupboard open and Harley lying on the floor. He cursed under his breath and quickly checked the cupboard, discovering that Lucius was missing. The potion Malfoy gave him was supposedly a potion that could awaken one's bloodline, but it was too old, and its effects were uncertain, so he gave it to Snape for research.
Snape carried Harley away from the shards of glass, and only then did he notice an alluring fragrance in the air. He hadn't smelled this when he was researching the bloodline potion; he sniffed and realized it was coming from Harley. The scent grew stronger, making his body heat up. Harley, already feverish, began struggling to undress, further fueling his desire.
The fragrance gradually drove Snape to madness. Aside from being forced to attend Slytherin's sex parties during his school days, he had lived a life of abstinence since Harley's mother's death. But now, Lily was completely forgotten; he only had eyes for Harley.
He stared at Harley, mesmerized, and placed her on the desk, sweeping everything off. He roughly tore off Harley's top and skirt, her bra and panties also stripped off.
He hastily ripped open his robe, which he always buttoned last, the buttons flying off to reveal a pale body, pale from lack of sun exposure, but surprisingly, with abs.
He thrust his thick, long penis into Harley's vagina, letting out a satisfied moan. The soul-stirring satisfaction of draining Harley was irresistible.
"Mmm...ah...so good...harder...oh..." Harley, her mind clouded, craved penetration, the exquisite sensations of intercourse causing her to cling to Snape, pleading loudly.
Snape, a double agent, possessed formidable willpower. Initially intoxicated by the fragrance, he gradually regained his senses. He was shocked to see Harley naked. When he tried to withdraw, Harley pulled him back. In the end, Snape couldn't bear to leave the soft, fragrant body in his arms. He felt guilty for raping his student, and Harley's daughter no less, yet he couldn't stop.
Despite not having been intimate with anyone for a long time, Snape still had remarkable stamina. He brought Harley to multiple orgasms, her juices splattering everywhere, until finally, he ejaculated, gripped tightly by her wetness.
He slumped into a chair, panting and resting. Only then did he calmly observe Harley. This was the first time he had truly looked at Harley, not Lily's child. In truth, Harley Potter was quite different from Lily. Lily's beauty was radiant, while Harley was more gentle. Thinking about it, she was also more quiet and shy, unlike Lily's passionate and unrestrained nature, and even less like that arrogant James Potter. He began to think that it might have been too much to project his previous dislike for her father onto her.
Snape was a responsible man. After this incident, he began to care about Harley. Before, his world consisted only of potions and Lily, but Harley had quietly occupied a corner of his heart, and the future expansion of that space was something he hadn't anticipated.
"Mmm...it's so hot...ooh...I want more...mmm..." Feeling empty, Harley began to moan and writhe.
Only then did Snape remember Harry's unusual behavior. He hastily dressed, wrapped Harry in his robe, and went through the fireplace to the infirmary.
"Severus, it's rare to see you here except to deliver potions," said Madam Pompidou, a mature and beautiful woman in a pure white, tight-fitting dress with a deep V-neck that revealed her ample breasts. The dress was so short it barely covered her buttocks. She teased Snape, her bright red nail polish playfully drawing on his chest.
"Harry's in trouble," Snape said impatiently, completely unfazed by her advances. He was very worried about Harry in his arms.
"Harry?" Madam Pompidou noticed the petite Harry in his arms. She was surprised that Snape called her Harry instead of Potter, since all the faculty knew about his displaced anger towards Harry.
"Quick, check on her, she's very uncomfortable."
"Okay, put her on the bed, I'll check her over." Seeing the worry in Snape's eyes, Madam Pompidou seemed to have discovered some big news. Her expression revealed a keen interest, but she still professionally examined Harley thoroughly. The results were shocking.
"I think we must inform Albus," Madam Pompidou said.
"What?" Snape didn't know what was wrong with Harley, that it was so serious that the headmaster needed to be notified.
Madam Pompidou summoned Dumbledore through the fireplace. Upon hearing the news of Harley's accident, the headmaster rushed to the infirmary with a serious expression.
"Harley's bloodline has awakened," Madam Pompidou said with a slightly excited tone. The flustered Snape didn't notice, otherwise he wouldn't have hesitated to show his sharp tongue.
"What is it?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed.
"Ancient succubi." Madam Pompidou never expected to see this race, which had long since disappeared and only existed in history books, in her lifetime.
"A succubus?" Dumbledore saw Harley's smooth forehead. The calculation in his eyes was hidden by his glasses, and his face wore his usual gentle smile. His long-held suspicion about the scar on Harley's forehead was confirmed. After the bloodline purification, Voldemort's soul fragment had also been removed. After all, the succubus bloodline was very domineering, and it would naturally exclude any impure souls from outside. The fragment on Harley's forehead was just an accidental product and had no consciousness, so it seemed to no longer exist.
Ancient succubi are different from Veela. They don't make men lose their minds, but rather make them fall deeply in love with them while remaining rational. Especially for men who have relations with them, they become inseparable from them, both physically and mentally. Harley can't control her abilities now, which is why she temporarily emits a scent that drives men mad. Normally, she would only have a faint scent that makes people want to get close. Veela are just a small branch of succubi mixed with other creatures. True succubi are completely different from those Veela that turn into bird beaks.
Each succubus possessed breathtaking beauty, and male semen was a tonic to them, making sex beneficial and harmless. However, the chances of a pure-blooded succubus giving birth to a succubus through intermarriage with another race were very small, which is why the succubus race gradually disappeared. It was unexpected that the Potter family had succubus blood, and Harry's originally diluted bloodline had been fully activated. She was still young, but once she turned 17, few men could resist her charm.
Dumbledore was pleased that Harry was a succubus. Voldemort was still alive, and it would be good if Harry could gain more help. He noticed Snape's disheveled appearance and the white fluid between Harry's legs.
He wasn't surprised that both Harry's wand and Voldemort's wand used Falkor feathers, but the fact that Harry's wand used an adhesive made from succubus fluid struck him as odd; now he understood why.
"Papillon, you haven't treated Harley yet!" Snape's expression was conflicted after learning this, but seeing Harley's flushed face and unconscious murmurs, he put aside the succubus issue for now.
"Hehe! Then I'll have to rely on your help. Harley needs a man's semen to replenish her energy because her bloodline has just been activated." Madam Pompidou covered her mouth and chuckled.
"Get out!" Snape's ears turned red upon hearing this. Seeing that old scoundrel Dumbledore also mockingly smiling, he angrily chased him out of the ward.
Closing the door to the ward cubicle, Snape returned to the bedside. He convinced himself that he had to help Harley; after all, it seemed a bit like taking advantage of her while he was still conscious.
"Ugh... I want... ooh..." Harley felt Snape beside her and rubbed against him with her hands and feet.
Snape, a normal man, felt another surge of desire. He pushed Harley, who had been relentlessly seducing him, back onto the bed, tossing his unsightly robe to the floor. Ignoring her restless hands that were causing trouble on him, he thrust himself to satisfy Harley's insatiable hunger.
Snape diligently satisfied the unsatisfied Harley, who, initially dazed and controlled by desire, slowly regained her senses. When she realized that the person having sex with her was Snape, she was startled. Her vagina clenched tightly in shock, almost causing Snape to ejaculate.
"Professor... Professor Snape..." Harley stammered.
"Professor Snape, not Snape-Snape." Snape rarely joked.
"You... you... I... how could I..." Snape remained expressionless, but his face and tone softened considerably, surprising Harley greatly. She had thought Snape disliked her.
"Have you forgotten? You were the one who pestered me to have sex with you." Having let go of his prejudices and decided to get along well with Harley, Snape didn't mind teasing her a little.
"What?" Harley slowly recalled what had happened in the Potions office. The thought of shamelessly seducing Snape made her feel utterly humiliated.
"You still have the energy to daydream?" Any man would be annoyed if his woman was distracted during lovemaking. He mischievously thrust into her, causing Harley to moan. His hands weren't idle; he grasped her cute little breasts, his fingers kneading her sensitive nipples.
"Ah...don't...Professor...uh...oh..." She felt wronged by Snape's teasing in Potions class, but she never intended to be "loved" like this by Snape.
Harley had to focus her attention on the man she was intimately acquainted with. Although Snape wasn't exactly handsome, his angular face and high nose were very masculine, the kind of man whose looks grew on you. Being gazed at by his deep eyes gave Harley a strange feeling, and she became shy.
The two, caught in the throes of intense pleasure and a euphoria that seemed to emanate from their very souls, were intoxicated. Harley had no intention of stopping. After Snape had satisfied Harley, she drifted off to sleep, while Snape, exhausted, left the ward, ignoring the gossipy Mrs. Pomley, and returned to his office. He needed time to reflect on the day's events.
Chapter Thirteen: The SM Queen Appears, Harley is Disciplined.
"Mmm... mmm..." Half-asleep, Harley felt something teasing her body from time to time. Her nipples were being played with until they were red and erect, and her lower body was being played with until it was flowing with lustful fluids.
When Harley regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a hospital bed in a pure white nurse's uniform. The skirt was so short it barely covered her buttocks, and the lack of underwear left her vulva completely exposed. Her chest was wide open, revealing even her nipples. She wore very sexy white semi-transparent stockings, and a cute little nurse's cap. Her hands were tied to the headboard with bandages, her thighs and calves were bound together, and her legs were spread wide open, unable to close.
"What's going on?" Harley struggled to untie herself, but couldn't break free.
*Smack!* Harley's buttocks were whipped, leaving a faint red welt.
"Don't move. Let's start the treatment now that you're awake." Madam Pangrui tapped her other hand with a short, round-headed black whip, the other end of which glistened suspiciously.
Harley then realized she was in the medical room, standing beside Madam Pangrui, dressed in a tight black leather outfit with a high slit at the top of her thighs, her large breasts almost bursting out, and black high-heeled boots. Harley had never seen her dressed like this before; she usually wore a pristine white medical uniform, which, though revealing, made Harley uneasy.
"Treatment?" Harley was completely confused about what had happened last night and why she was in the medical room.
"Your succubus bloodline has awakened," Madam Pangrui said.
"Succubus bloodline?" Harley had no idea what a succubus was.
"Never mind that. Just know that if you don't release your pent-up desires now, the scent you give off will drive men crazy. If you don't want to be gang-raped by all the men in the school, then do as I say." Madam Pang Rui couldn't wait to properly train Harley. It was rare to encounter such a gem, and a succubus at that, how could she not be excited?
Harley was terrified by her words. She couldn't imagine the consequences of being gang-raped by the entire school. She knew she had undergone some strange changes last night, but she didn't know things were this serious.
"From now on, you'll have to come for treatment once a month. Also, you can't abstain from sex normally. Letting men have sex with you more will be good for you. But seeing how sensitive you are, you must have a lot of experience!" Madam Pang Rui teased her with a whip, making her sensitive and trembling, but she couldn't escape the lewd whip. Only then did Harley realize what had awakened her.
Madam Pang Rui's words were half true and half false. In fact, as long as she had sex with men enough times, there was no need for monthly treatments. This was just her own selfish wish.
"Don't... ah... ooh..." Harley was bound and unable to resist the whip that was being played with so wantonly on her body. The whip lashed across her inner thighs, making her groan in unbearable pain. But Madam Pangrui didn't let her go. The whip easily entered her wet, lustful hole, rotating and thrusting, bringing out waves of lustful fluid.
"What a lustful body!" Madam Pangrui said, while playing with Harley's vagina with the whip, she began to scratch Harley's trembling nipples with her hand, which was painted with bright red nail polish.
"No... ah... um... um ah..." Tears of pleasure streamed down Harley's face.
Slap! Just as she was about to climax, her buttocks were slapped. The pain came, but the pleasure didn't stop. That strange feeling of pain and pleasure was hard for Harley to handle. Gradually, the slight pain stimulated her, and Harley began to feel pleasure. The stinging and itching in her buttocks made Harley unable to help but moan.
"Little slut, is it so good?" Seeing Harley's aroused state, Madam Pangrui was even more pleased to discover that she could also experience pleasure from pain.
With a flick of her wrist, the bandages seemed to come alive, pulling Harley to the edge of the bed and suspending her in a spread-eagle position. It turned out that the short whip was actually a magic wand, made of a special material with excellent elasticity, which was why Madam Pangrui used it as a whip.
"Madam, what...what are you going to do?" Harley's scalp tingled at the sight of the whip, and she was extremely nervous.
"What am I going to do? Of course, I'm going to properly discipline your lewd body!" She held the whip, licking it erotically with her tongue, her seductive eyes never leaving Harley.
"No...don't..." Harley shook her head in terror. She wasn't afraid of the pain, but of the pleasure she felt from being whipped.
Snap! Snap! Snap! The whip struck precisely on her chest, nipples, and genitals. Madam Pangrui's technique was excellent; faint red marks appeared on Harley's body, but there was no bleeding.
"Ah... um... ahh..." Harley gripped the bandage with her backhand, her body trembling with pleasure despite the pain.
Clad in a pristine nurse's uniform, her thighs were dripping with wanton fluids, and her nipples stood erect without a care. Another lash struck her wet vulva, sending Harley screaming into orgasm as a torrent of fluid gushed out.
"You naughty girl, you've even soaked the floor," Madam Pomley chuckled seductively, waving her wand. A long, thin object flew out of the cabinet.
In her hand was a double-headed vibrator, thick and long, with bulging veins—quite intimidating. Harley blushed and turned her head away. She wasn't unfamiliar with vibrators, but seeing two women using one made her feel incredibly embarrassed.
"Mmm...ah...it's so thick..." Madam Pangrui parted the fabric that barely covered her lower body, inserting one end of the vibrator into her already soaking wet vagina. She let out a ecstatic moan, making Harry blush even more and his heart race.
"Alright, we can start now, little Harry..." Even with only half of the vibrator remaining, it was still surprisingly long, making Harry unconsciously swallow.
She used the bandage to pull Harry's right thigh up, fully exposing her soaking wet lower body, making it easier to fuck Harry later. Harry's current lewd nurse posture was irresistible not only to men but also to women.
Madam Pangrui put one arm around the petite Harry, and with the other hand, she held her thigh and thrust her lower body towards her vagina.
"Mmm...ah..." The two of them moaned together.
Madam Pangrui couldn't wait to start fucking Harry. When she fucked Harry hard, the vibrator would also penetrate deeply into her own vagina, and she would moan loudly without any restraint.
"Mmm...so big...ah...so good..." Harley, influenced by her, honestly blurted out her true feelings.
"Feels good, doesn't it! Harley loves being fucked, doesn't she?" Madam Pompidou whispered seductively in her ear.
"Mmm...Harley...loves being fucked...ah..." Harley, guided by her, uttered bold words she wouldn't normally say.
"Hehe! Looks like we have a few guests!" She waved her wand, and the door, which had only been slightly ajar, opened instantly.
Ron and Hermione, who had been peeking through the door, stumbled in, followed by an embarrassed Cedric. Diggory.
"Haha, we're here to see Harley. She didn't go home last night, and we were a little worried." Hermione chuckled awkwardly, secretly pinching Ron, who had been staring at Harley without saying a word since entering.
"I...I came to get some cold medicine for a friend. I heard a noise and came to check." Cedric's face turned bright red, but his eyes couldn't leave Harley, and his lower body was bulging with a tent that even his robe couldn't hide.
"Come in, everyone, I'm treating Harley!" Madam Pangrui pulled the vibrator out of Harley's body with a "pop," and her vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably without any obstruction.
Ron and Hermione were fine, but Harley was too ashamed to look anyone in the eye after being seen like this by strange senior students.
"Treatment? What's wrong with Harley?" Hearing this, Ron regained some composure and asked worriedly.
"It's nothing serious, but little Harley desperately needs a man to satisfy her. Can you help?"
Madam Pangrui maliciously raised Harley's other leg, completely exposing her naked lower body to everyone. Her wicked fingers parted her labia, revealing Harley's pink vulva and anus.
*Gulp!* The two men present swallowed hard, unable to resist their desires, and nodded.
Madam Pangrui made way for the two men with burning eyes, stopped Hermione who tried to escape, and pulled her to the bed next to them.
"Don't even think about running away, little cutie." Madam Pang Rui could tell at a glance that Miao Li was also a slut, so how could she let her leave?
She's just a girl, what's there to be afraid of? Miao Li proudly raised her head, not refusing Madam Pang Rui's outstretched hand.
Hermione boldly straddled the vibrator without even taking off her panties, kneeling and swaying her hips as the vibrator thrust in and out of her.
"Mmm...ah...oh..." The thick dildo stretched open her vaginal walls, rubbing against her sensitive vulva.
Under Madam Pompidou's magic, Hermione's top was undone, and her bra disappeared. She grabbed and squeezed Hermione's large breasts, thrusting her lower body upwards forcefully.
"Ah...so stimulating...mmm...ah..." As a woman herself, Madam Pompidou knew exactly where Hermione's erogenous zones were, and Hermione was immediately overwhelmed by the stimulation.
Madam Pompidou flipped Hermione over, pinning her beneath her, pulling down her clothes to reveal her large breasts, and rubbing them against Hermione's nipples. The two women's full breasts pressed together, their lower bodies connected, both emitting comfortable moans.
On the other side.
As Madam Pompidou moved aside, the tall and powerful Seeker quickly seized a good position in front of Harley, leaving Ron, a step too slow, to reluctantly circle behind Harley.
"Y-you... hello, I'm Xizhui from Hufflepuff. Digori, if you don't mind, let's begin."
His tone was urgent, and when his hand touched Harley's smooth thigh, it seemed glued to her.
"Mmm!" Harley felt very shy being stared at by the handsome and tall senior.
When Xizhui entered her warm and tight little hole, he sighed comfortably and immediately began to thrust.
Jealous Ron was not to be outdone, forcefully inserting his penis into Harley's anus and pounding hard. The two were like they were in a competition, neither giving an inch. Poor Harley was attacked from both ends, moaning repeatedly.
"Too fast... ah... have mercy on me... oh oh..."
After the treatment was over, Harley had to stay overnight in the infirmary, and this time Hermione, who was also being fucked until her legs were weak in the next bed, accompanied her.
A brief interlude:
Early in the morning, before Harley woke up, Snape, on Dumbledore's orders, arrived at the infirmary with a special potion. He had to draw a lightning bolt scar on Harley's forehead to prevent anyone from noticing her abnormality.
The potion he prepared couldn't be removed by ordinary methods; another potion was needed. Snape carefully drew with his paintbrush.
30 minutes later…
"Damn it! Wrong again! Why is it a lightning bolt? Why not a circle or a triangle?" he muttered, wiping away the crooked potion for the nth time, Harley's forehead turning red from the rubbing.
Hiding behind the door, watching the spectacle, was Madam Pontiff, secretly chuckling.
Chapter Fourteen: A Drenched Flight Lesson, Professor McGonagall's Lewd After-School Tutoring.
Harley had never believed that anyone could be more annoying than Dudley; she only believed it after meeting Draco Malfoy. However, first-year Gryffindor students only had Potions class with Slytherin students, so tolerating Malfoy wasn't too difficult. At least that's how it was at first.
But one day, she found a notice posted in the Gryffindor common room and began to sigh. Flying lessons were starting on Thursday—Gryffindor students would be taking lessons with the Slytherin students.
"What bad luck," Harry said dejectedly, "just as I expected. Making a fool of myself in front of Malfoy on a flying broomstick."
She had been looking forward to learning to fly, but not in front of that pesky Malfoy.
"Whether you'll make a fool of yourself or not is another matter," Ron said sensibly. "I know Malfoy always brags about how great he is at Quidditch, but I bet he's just exaggerating."
Despite Harry's worries, the day of flying lessons arrived.
On the day of lessons, they went to the lawn outside the castle, where the flying broomsticks were neatly lined up, and the Slytherin students were already there.
Their teacher was Mrs. Hookie, with short grey hair and yellow, eagle-like eyes.
After class began, Harry seemed quite gifted; the brooms obeyed her commands, quickly jumping into her hands. But only a few brooms were so obedient. Hermione's broom merely rolled on the ground, while Neville's broom didn't budge an inch.
Harry thought, perhaps brooms, like horses, can sense your inner fear. Neville's voice trembled slightly, clearly indicating his desire to remain firmly on the ground.
Before Mrs. Hookie gave the order to take off, Neville was so nervous, fearing he would be left alone on the ground, that he pushed off with all his might before the whistle even touched Mrs. Hookie's lips, and flew up.
Neville flew uncontrollably upwards, but soon he slipped off the broom handle and then, "thump..."
a violent crash, Neville lay face down in the grass, curled up in a ball.
Mrs. Hookie bent down to look at Neville; her face was as pale as his.
"His wrist's broken," Harry heard her whisper. "Alright, child—it's alright now, get up."
She turned to the rest of the class and said, "I'm taking this child to the hospital. None of you are allowed to move! Put the flying brooms back where they are, or you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts before you even have a chance to say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear."
Neville, tears streaming down his face, clutched his wrist and limped away with Mrs. Hookie, who had her arm around him.
They had barely disappeared from sight when Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, that big oaf?" the other Slytherin students chimed in.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said angrily, finding nothing funny about a classmate's injury.
Malfoy, annoyed by her words, glanced at something in the distance and a smirk played on his lips.
“Look!” Malfoy said, rushing over and grabbing something from the grass. “It’s from that big idiot Longbottom’s grandma.”
He held up the Memory Orb, which shimmered in the sunlight.
“Here, Malfoy,” Harley whispered.
Everyone fell silent and stared.
“I’m thinking of putting it somewhere so Longbottom can get it. On a tree, how about that?”
Malfoy grinned maliciously.
“Here!” Harley yelled, but Malfoy had already jumped onto his broom and taken off. He wasn’t bragging—he really did fly well—and hovered at treetop level with an oak tree, shouting, “Come and get it, Potter!”
Harley grabbed her broom, and before Ron could stop her, she mounted her flying broom, pushed off the ground, and soared into the air.
As soon as they took off, Harry realized the broom had dug deep into her underwear. Even more embarrassing was that her school uniform skirt, already barely covering her, was now completely exposed as the wind blew it up, revealing her white, tender bottom and long, shapely legs. Harry could clearly hear whistles below.
Harry's cheeks flushed crimson, and she tried hard to ignore the commotion below. The important thing now was to retrieve Neville's memory orb. As if it were an innate talent, Harry found she could easily control the broom; flying was as easy as breathing for her.
"Mmm… mmm…" Her sensitive lower body was already wet from the broom's friction, causing Harry to moan softly.
She abruptly turned the broom around, facing Malfoy in the air.
"Give it to me," Harley shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broom."
"Oh, really?" Malfoy said, surprised that Harley could fly so well. He didn't understand why seeing Harley with the poor Wesley made him so angry, and he couldn't help but want to provoke her. Now that she was defending Longbottom, it made him even more annoyed. Malfoy
noticed the unnatural blush on Harley's face and her slightly trembling legs, and immediately understood what was going on.
"If you want it, come and get it yourself." He grinned wickedly and quickly flew up.
Harley could only chase after him, and Malfoy mischievously changed direction, going up and down, left and right.
"Ugh... ah... mmm..." Harley's pussy was stimulated and was dripping wet, her panties were already soaked.
Although she was constantly affected by the pleasure, Harley's talent was not to be underestimated, and she kept close behind Malfoy.
"Here, see if you can catch it!" Malfoy yelled, seeing he was about to be caught, and threw the glass ball high into the air before it plummeted to the ground.
Harry saw the glass ball rise into the sky as if in slow motion, then begin to fall. She leaned forward, pointing her flying broomstick downwards. In the blink of an eye, she accelerated her descent, chasing after the glass ball. The wind whistled past her ears, mingling with the screams of the audience below, and she reached out and caught the glass ball a foot off the ground. She straightened the broomstick in time, then gently fell onto the grass, the memory ball firmly clutched in her hand.
The intense stimulation from the broomstick during the rapid descent brought Harry to orgasm upon landing, and she lay on the ground panting.
"Harley Potter!"
Her heart suddenly sank, even faster than the speed of her descent. Professor McMurray was running towards them. Harry stood up, trembling.
Under Ron's worried gaze and the watchful eyes of the other students, Harry, pale-faced, followed Professor McGonagall away. Her mind was preoccupied with the prospect of expulsion, and she mechanically followed Professor McGonagall, oblivious to her scrutiny.
From the moment Harry enrolled, McGonagall had noticed her; she was so youthful and beautiful, so incredibly enviable. No one knew how much the fair and strict Professor McGonagall loathed these pretty female students.
Seeing Harry, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, struggling to keep up, the fluid quietly flowing between her legs, she scoffed inwardly, "Just a little slut, always trying to seduce people."
Harry only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Quidditch captain Toru Muto. She had thought she would be expelled, but things had taken a sudden turn for the better, and she had become a Seeker.
Besides Harry, still dazed and happy about not being expelled, Oliver Muto was also very satisfied. They had found a much-needed Seeker, and a sweet and lovely one at that. Angelina and Katie's vaginas had become a little loose from being used so much; now with Harry's addition, they would definitely take good care of her.
"Now that you've joined the Quidditch team, to prevent you from falling behind in your studies, start today and come to the Transfiguration classroom every Thursday evening for after-school tutoring!" After sending the still excited Woody back to class, Professor McGonagall turned to Harry with a serious expression.
"Just me?" Harry felt nervous at the thought of facing the imposing Professor McGonagall alone.
"There are some upperclassmen too."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was a little strange to have tutoring with upperclassmen, it was better than being alone. She happily jogged, eager to tell Ron and Hermione the good news.
Professor McGonagall watched her leave with a knowing smile.
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That evening, Harry arrived at the Transfiguration classroom. She sat in the front row, the seat Professor McGonagall had designated, surrounded by sixth-year boys. Her petite frame looked out of place among the tall, strong boys.
Professor McGonagall told Harry to take out her homework and start working; she was currently tutoring the upperclassmen.
Professor McGonagall looked different today. Her hair, usually styled in a bun, was down, revealing long, slightly wavy brown locks that gave her a charming air. Although she was older, wizards lived longer than most, and Professor McGonagall didn't look old; instead, she possessed a captivating allure. However, her usual stern expression made her seem unapproachable.
What surprised Harry even more was that Professor McGonagall was wearing makeup. Although she was still wearing her usual robes, buttoned up to the last button, Harry felt something was off. Professor McGonagall seemed somewhat unnatural during her lectures.
While Harry was secretly observing Professor McGonagall, the five boys beside her were also eyeing their prey.
Of course, Harry was the most striking among this year's freshmen. She was pure and lovely, yet possessed a hidden allure beneath her sweet exterior—how could they not be tempted? They had tormented that bitch McGonagall for a long time before she agreed to help them get Harry. Although Minerva was quite seductive and shameless, she couldn't compare to Harry's youthful body.
Mineva, standing on the stage, clearly saw that all the men's eyes were drawn to that little bitch Harley, filling her with both jealousy and hatred. She felt she had to teach her a lesson.
"Harley, come and answer this question on the blackboard." Professor McGonagall's words startled the dazed Harley.
Harley stared at the blackboard, her mind blank. She had absolutely no clue about the question; she didn't realize that the question on the blackboard was beyond the capabilities of a first-year student.
"You can't even answer such a simple question? It seems you'll have to be punished." McGonagall's face was stern, but her eyes flashed with malice.
Harley had been penalized with demerits and even put in solitary confinement before, but she had no idea what kind of punishment Professor McGonagall was referring to.
"Stand by the lectern, hands on it, butt sticking up high. A few demerits won't teach you a lesson."
Harley looked uneasy but dared not disobey. She walked to the stage, turned her back to the others, held onto the lectern, and stuck out her butt. Her short skirt rode up as she bent over, revealing her small buttocks covered by pink and blue striped underwear. The boys below gasped and whistled.
She could foresee what was about to happen. Being spanked in front of a group of unfamiliar upperclassmen was incredibly embarrassing. Her face flushed red as she lowered her head.
Harry felt Professor McGonagall's hand touch her buttocks. She trembled slightly with nervousness, but then suddenly felt a chill on her lower body as her underwear was pulled down. She couldn't help but gasp. Before she could react, Professor McGonagall slapped her buttocks.
"Ah... um... ooh..." Harry bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her cries, but moans still escaped from between her teeth.
Being punished naked in front of so many people made her feel ashamed, yet there was also a strange pleasure. Her lustful body, trained by Madam Pompidou, was extremely sensitive to pain, and Harry's vagina was already wet.
"Um... ah... ah..." Her once fair buttocks turned a vibrant red, like a ripe peach, making the audience below hard. Harry's lewd moans only fueled the fire.
"You're even enjoying being punished? You're so wet, what a slut! Pretending to be innocent, who are you trying to seduce?" McGonagall parted her buttocks, letting everyone clearly see her wet vulva.
"No, I didn't..." Harley tried to cover herself in shame.
Professor McGonagall didn't let her off the hook, inserting two fingers to spread her vulva, making the already overflowing fluids flow out even more easily.
"Alright, it's our turn now." The five boys stood up, removed their masks, and approached Harley with lewd smiles.
"What are you going to do?" Harley was surrounded by three boys, her body being erotically groped and played with by the three men.
"What are we going to do? Of course, we're going to fuck you... baby." One of the boys grinned wickedly.
"No... don't do this..." Harley struggled, trying to call for Professor McGonagall's help, but when she turned her head, she was stunned by what she saw.
Professor McGonagall's clothes, which were usually tightly covered, were now completely open. Underneath her robes, she was not wearing any clothes, but was bound with ropes. Her breasts were made even more prominent by the bindings, and the ropes around her crotch looked like thongs. A powerfully vibrating dildo was inserted into her vagina. The enchanted dildo was stimulating McGonagall quickly and powerfully. It was this dildo that had brought her to orgasm several times during the lecture. If she hadn't been well-trained and able to hold back her moans, she would have screamed out loud long ago.
"See what that bitch Mineva looks like? We'll make you feel just like her later, fuck you until you're in heaven."
The boy's words made Harley's heart race. She was a little scared, but also secretly looking forward to it.
"Did you see what she wrote on her body?"
Hearing the boy's words, Harry looked closely and saw that the usually serious Professor McGonagall had "Bitch, you need to be fucked" written in bright red on her belly, and "Bitch" on her buttocks.
"Tell Harry, what do you like the most?" The two boys beside Professor McGonagall, one roughly touching her breasts, the other pulling out a vibrator from her lower body.
"I... um... I like being fucked the most... ah... I like big dicks the most... give them to me... ah... hurry up..."
The emptiness in her lower body made McGonagall plead unbearably.
The huge contrast stunned Harry. Who would have thought that the serious and earnest Professor McGonagall would say such embarrassing things?
"This bitch used to be all prim and proper, but she couldn't handle a couple of touches. Now, after we've trained her, she can't go a day without being fucked. Anyone with connections knows she's Hogwarts' infamous public toilet."
"Ah...so good...harder...oh...uh..." Professor McGonagall's leg was raised, and her front and back holes were being fucked simultaneously, making her moan incessantly, her full breasts swaying up and down.
At this moment, Harley didn't care about anything else. Her panties were thrown aside, and although she was still wearing her uniform, her shirt was unbuttoned in the front, and her bra was pushed up, making her half-naked and even more alluring, arousing the lust of the three boys beside her. The
three impatient boys turned the lectern into a bed. One of them lay on the bed and let Harley sit on him, while another fucked her anus from behind, his mouth also being gagged with a penis. Harley was being fucked by three men at the same time.
"Ugh...uh...uh...ugh..." Harley was fucked to orgasm after orgasm, and even with a penis in her mouth, her moans couldn't be stopped.
And so, Professor McGonagall's moans and Harley's groans rose and fell, the two being pleasured round and round. By the time Harley was escorted back to her dorm by several of the more Gryffindor upperclassmen, it was almost curfew.
Chapter Fifteen Malfoy's Threat, Cerberus's Secret
At dinner, Ron was excitedly saying that Harley must be the youngest Hunter in a century, and Harley was amused by his exaggerated statement.
When Malfoy entered the restaurant, this was the scene that met him, which made him extremely displeased.
"Having your last meal, Potter? When are you taking the train back to the Muggles?"
"Now that you're back on the surface, and with your little friends by your side, you're much bolder," Harley said coldly.
Of course, Clare and Goyle were hardly little, but since the head table was full of teachers, they didn't dare to act rashly, so they just kept a sullen face and cracked their knuckles.
"I think the bolder one is you! You haven't forgotten what happened on the train, have you?"
Malfoy's words made Harley's face turn pale instantly.
"Come see me in the prize room at midnight. If I don't see you by then, you know what will happen," Malfoy said ruthlessly,
then left with his henchmen. "Harley, don't be afraid, we'll go with you," Ron comforted her, but the image of the crystal ball hidden by the twins kept flashing through his mind, making him almost have a nosebleed.
"But Malfoy said only Harley can go," Hermione said, wondering why it was only Harley going during the midnight duel.
"I'll go see what Malfoy is up to first. I'm not afraid of him," Harley said, trying to sound calm.
Ron, seeing he couldn't persuade her, had to give up for the time being.
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At 11:30, Harley nervously left Gryffindor Tower, heading to the prize room.
After Harley left, Ron couldn't calm down, pacing back and forth.
"Okay, sit down, you're making me dizzy," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I can't stay calm. That bastard Malfoy might do something to Harley," Ron said, scratching his head in frustration.
"Then let's go and see for ourselves," Hermione said, denying any worry. She just wanted to watch the show.
"But he only let Harley go alone. Won't we cause her trouble if we go?" Ron's eyes lit up, but he hesitated.
"Malfoy said Harley could go alone, but he didn't say we couldn't sneak over," Hermione said.
"You're right." Ron grabbed his wand and dragged Hermione along, hurrying towards the prize room.
As soon as they climbed out of the portrait, they were tripped up by Neville, who had forgotten the password. After finally getting rid of him, they got completely lost by the constantly changing staircases. By then, Harley had already arrived at the prize room.
The crystal glass cases displaying the prizes gleamed in the moonlight. In the darkness, trophies, shields, medals, and statues shimmered with silver and gold.
"You're very punctual," Malfoy's voice came from the doorway.
"What do you want? Give me back the memory crystal." Harley felt somewhat relieved that Clara and Goyle hadn't followed.
"Getting the crystal ball back isn't that easy. Let me think about what I should ask you to do," Malfoy grinned mischievously. He looked around and saw various oddly shaped trophies and trophies, some displayed in crystal glass cases, others on the ground. One trophy in the center of the room was a spiral cylinder about 4 centimeters in diameter, standing on a marble base.
"Climb up there and masturbate for me," Malfoy said maliciously. He wasn't planning to let Harley off easily today.
"You!" Harley was both ashamed and angry, her pretty face flushed red. She glared fiercely at Malfoy, but it had no effect whatsoever; instead, it only excited Malfoy more.
"Hurry up, I don't have much patience," Malfoy pretended to be impatient. "
You're awful!" Harley muttered, but had no choice but to comply.
She took off her panties, walked to the marble pedestal, and nimbly climbed up. She knelt on the trophy with her legs apart, hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes and slowly lowered herself.
"Pull your skirt up yourself, I can't see," Malfoy said.
Harley bit her lower lip and obediently did as she was told. When the spiral trophy first entered, her vagina was still dry, but her sensitivity quickly made it wet, making it easier for the thing to enter.
"Ugh...mmm...ah..." Even in front of the person she hated most, Harley still let out honest moans.
The spiral stripes scraped against her delicate inner walls. She gripped her skirt tightly, her waist swaying up and down, letting the trophy slide in and out of her vagina, clear, lustful fluid slowly flowing down.
Malfoy stood aside, watching Harley's performance; his large penis was already rock hard.
Waves of pleasure quickly brought Harley to orgasm. At the peak, Harley's legs went weak, and her body slumped down, her honey hole being deeply penetrated, causing her to moan again.
"Alright, you little slut, now it's my turn." Malfoy easily lifted the petite Harley down, letting her lie on the display table beside him. He skillfully stripped Harley naked, shrinking her clothes and stuffing them into his pocket. As he pulled down his pants, his enormous penis eagerly sprang out.
Harley, seeing the large penis, turned her head away shyly.
"What are you shy about? You've seen plenty of dicks, haven't you? How many men have fucked you? Poor Wesley, stupid giant Hagrid?"
Malfoy grew increasingly agitated, thrusting his lower body hard into Harley's wet pussy.
"Ah...don't...um...ahhh..." Harley cried out in pleasure as she was being fucked.
"Tell me not to? Your little cunt is gripping me so tightly!" Malfoy said, slightly panting. Harley's tight pussy seemed to be sucking him in, constantly writhing and squeezing him, giving him immense pleasure.
"Ugh...slower...ah...have mercy on me...umhhh..." Today, Malfoy showed no mercy, fucking Harley hard like a pile driver.
But even the battle-hardened Malfoy, gripped by Harley's amazing vagina, soon gave in, his thick semen pouring into Harley's pussy, bringing her to orgasm as well.
While Harley was still lying limply on the table, Malfoy had already adjusted his breathing and straightened his clothes. He pulled out a prop he had specially prepared for Harley from his pocket.
"What's that?" Harley looked wary at Malfoy's malicious expression.
"The game isn't over yet! Today I want to walk you, you slutty little bitch." Malfoy held a collar and a dildo attached to a dog's tail.
"You... bastard!" Harley's eyes were practically spitting fire with anger.
Malfoy ignored her curses, wet the dildo with Harley's vaginal fluid, spread Harley's buttocks, and inserted it into her anus.
"Ah..." Harley groaned, then saw Malfoy's teasing gaze and glared at him in embarrassment and anger.
Malfoy put a collar on her, dog ears on her head, and fluffy protective covers on her hands and knees that matched the tail. Under Malfoy's command, Harley was forced to walk on all fours like a dog.
"Let's go." Malfoy gestured for Harley to leave.
"What?" Harry couldn't believe it. She was actually walking in the castle naked and dressed like a bitch. What if someone saw her?
"Don't be in a daze." With a touch of Malfen's wand, the dildo in Hallie's anus began to rotate.
While her posterior acupoint was being strongly stimulated, Harley was still forced to move her limbs. As soon as her movements slowed down, the horse behind her would kick the dog's tail viciously, causing her to fall to the ground several times due to pleasure.
"Uh... um... um... ahh..." Even while walking in the deserted corridor, the pleasure of being exposed still made Harley more sensitive. She was ashamed and excited to crawl naked like a bitch in her usual place of class.
"Harley??" Miaoli's exclamation broke the silence.
"Mafen, you bastard!" Ron was so angry when he saw Harley's appearance that he stepped forward and wanted to beat her up.
At this moment, a voice made the four people's hearts stop for a beat.
"Annoying student, wandering around in the middle of the night! Mrs. Naughty, find where that sound is coming from!"
Flying Seven's voice came from nearby, causing everyone to stop and freeze for a moment before fleeing for their lives.
Halfway through their escape, Malfoy abandoned Harley and the others and ran off in another direction, but Flying Seven relentlessly pursued them. While being chased, they reached the forbidden corridor on the fourth floor. Hermione used a spell to open the door, finally escaping Flying Seven.
When they came to their senses, they were faced with the eyes of a monstrous dog, so large it filled the space from ceiling to floor. It had three heads, three pairs of menacing, darting eyes, three noses—twitching and trembling in their direction—and three drooling mouths.
They were terrified; now they finally understood why this place was forbidden.
When the three dog heads reached out to her, Harley thought she was doomed, but the three-headed dog licked her with its enormous tongue.
Harry's naked body was being licked by three rough tongues, with her breasts and genitals being the primary targets.
"No...ah...don't do this...uh..." Harry felt both itchy and pleasurable, but couldn't escape the simultaneous attack of the three heads.
Hermione and Ron, after regaining their senses, one opened the door and the other pulled Harry away, closing and locking the door before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
After catching his breath, Ron finally had the strength to care for Harry. The tail in her anus and the fluid flowing between her legs made him blush. He took off his robe and draped it over Harry, then picked her up in a princess carry.
After returning to their dormitory, they briefly discussed the three-headed dog and the trapdoor in Harry and Hermione's room before Ron went back to his own dormitory, leaving poor Harry to wash off the drool covering her.
Chapter Sixteen: The Rookie's Baptism, the Lewd Induction Ceremony
On the day of Quidditch practice, a excited and expectant Harry arrived at the Gryffindor lounge next to the Quidditch pitch. Inside, besides bathrooms and lockers, it also served as a tactical meeting place, so tables and chairs were set up.
When Harry entered, only two Trackers, Lina and Katie, were inside.
"Hello Harry, I'm Lina, and this is Katie. We're both Trackers. Welcome to the team! We'll definitely beat Slytherin this year!" The speaker was a beautiful girl with long, wavy hair and a voluptuous figure.
Harry shook hands with them, pleased by their warm welcome.
"Let's take your measurements before the boys arrive. We need to make your jersey before the match," Katie said. She had short, pretty blonde hair and a shapely figure. Although not as voluptuous as Lina, her proportions were excellent, especially her long, fair legs, which were particularly attractive.
"Okay," Harry replied, looking around for a changing room.
"We don't have changing rooms here, so let's just take your measurements here. The bathrooms are shared, no partitions," Lina said.
"Oh, I see." Harry felt a little strange. Even though there were both men and women in the group, there weren't separate changing rooms, and they even shared bathrooms. But she figured it would be fine if they used them separately in turns. What she didn't know was that partitions weren't necessary at all, because they had never used them separately by gender.
"You have to take off your underwear too!" Katie said with a light laugh, seeing Harry's shy attempt to cover herself.
"Huh?" Harry felt very uncomfortable. Taking off her clothes in front of strangers, even if they were women, felt strange, especially since she had to be completely naked. Under the gaze of the two upperclassmen, Harry reluctantly took off her bra and panties.
Since arriving at Hogwarts, Harry had been eating and sleeping well every day, and her originally thin body had gradually become healthy and toned. Her breasts had also started to grow; what was originally a small A cup had now become a B cup. Although it was much smaller compared to Hermione and the others who easily had E cups or more, it was still progressing.
"Oh my, what a cute little dumpling, your nipples are still pink!" Lina reached out her lewd hands, grabbed Harry's breasts, and started playing with them.
"Ah...don't do that, ooh...uh..." Harry groaned as her breasts were kneaded and her nipples were pinched.
"Don't move, let me measure you." Katie, holding the tape measure, smiled maliciously.
Harry didn't understand why the tape measure kept getting stuck deep inside her vagina when she was being measured, her bust size was measured several times, her nipples were stimulated and stood up high, and her lower body was soaking wet.
"Such a horny body...you're all wet!" Lina's slender fingers inserted into Harry's wet vagina and rotated and moved, quickly turning two fingers into four, moving in and out rapidly.
"Ah...no...too fast...mmm...ohhh..." Harley struggled to support herself on the table, the pleasure making her lose her senses. In a daze, Katie asked her to sign a contract to join the team, which she signed without even reading the contents.
"Ah...woo...ah...ahhh..." The electric-like pleasure of reaching orgasm made her whole body go numb. She lay limply on the table, panting, with her spurting fluids on the floor.
Click! At this moment, the door was flung open, and four other male players walked in: the captain and guard—Mutou, the batters—Frey and George, and the other tracker, Syle.
"Ah...don't look!" Being seen naked with her genitals still dripping with fluids by her seniors was incredibly embarrassing. Harley curled up in a ball trying to cover herself, but couldn't stop her from revealing herself. "
Tsk tsk! We haven't even arrived yet, and you guys are already having fun." Mutou looked at Harley with appreciation. He hadn't misjudged her; she was quite the slut.
"Lina, haven't you taught her any manners yet?" Sil raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly displeased.
"Not yet, this little slut gets turned on just from being touched, so..." Lina explained anxiously.
"You guys are so slow..." George drawled.
"Are you trying out our new toy?" Frey continued.
This sentence made Lina and Katie turn pale. The twins always had endless tricks up their sleeves to torment them, so the thought of the consequences made them pale.
"Harley, you've signed a contract. From today onwards, you must unconditionally obey the orders of the seniors on the team, and as female players, our most important duty is to serve the other male players well." Katie said seriously.
"Why is this happening?" Harley's eyes widened.
"Let's begin our induction ceremony!" Mu Tou said with a wicked smile.
Harley was pulled off the table, and Lina forced her to kneel in front of Mu Tou. Before her was Mu Tou's monstrous, thick penis. At Lina's prompting, she began to perform oral sex on him.
"Ugh...ugh...mmm..." Harley struggled to swallow the penis, which was too large for her, but Toru mercilessly pressed her head down, speeding up his movements.
Meanwhile, Lina was giving Syle oral sex on the other side, while the twins were being given oral and breast sex by Katie.
Lina and Katie's oral skills were superb, quickly bringing the twins and Syle to the brink of ejaculation. On Toru's side, although Harley's technique was terrible, the thought of the sweet Harley giving him oral sex, her pitiful little face, made Toru incredibly happy, and he was about to ejaculate.
Toru pulled out his penis and ejaculated onto Harley's pretty face, a thick, copious amount of semen shooting all over her face. Then Syle and the twins also ejaculated their semen onto Harley without missing a drop. Poor Harley's face was covered in semen, and her body was also covered in it; she stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.
*Click!* Katie took a picture of the scene with her camera. Harley lunged to grab the photo, but Katie dodged her.
"What are you afraid of? We were like this when we joined the team. Back then, there were even more members and substitutes, we were almost drowned in semen!" Lina brought out a scrapbook and showed Harry old photos. She was indeed in a worse state than Harry.
"But...but..." Harry blushed at the thought of her photos being put in the scrapbook, her face turning as red as a cream-stained apple.
"Take Harry to wash up and change!" Mu Tou said. Harry's lewd appearance made him hard again. She was such a vixen, he thought.
Harry quickly washed her body and breathed a sigh of relief after removing the semen.
"Harry, change into this. This is what you wear during training." Lina handed Harry a pink bikini, but the fabric was pitifully small. The chest area only had a small triangle about three centimeters in diameter, barely covering her nipples. The bottom was a small, thin thong, the thin fabric wedged in her buttocks, revealing Harry's cute peach-shaped bottom.
"This...this is way too revealing!" Harley didn't know where to cover herself.
"Stop complaining, we all need to change too," Katie said.
Harley was speechless when she saw them change. Lina's swimsuit was a black one-piece, but it was very high-cut, with two holes cut out at the chest, completely exposing her large breasts. Katie's
swimsuit had a V-shape in the front, with two strips of fabric just covering her nipples, her full breasts overflowing from both sides. The swimsuit extended down to barely cover her vulva, but her pubic hair was clearly visible. The back of the swimsuit was Y-shaped, and the bottom was like a thong, with only a thin line between her buttocks.
When Lina and Katie pulled the hesitant Harley out of the bathroom, the four men's eyes lit up and they whistled.
Harley's clothes were practically naked, but they were even more alluring than being naked.
Mu Tou was aroused and pulled Harley close, lifting one leg, pulling her panties aside,
and thrusting into her still-wet vagina with a soft "plop
." Not to be outdone, after Katie moistened his penis, he came behind Harley, aimed at her anus, and thrust in fully.
Seeing that they'd been beaten to it, the twins had no choice but to settle for Lina and Katie.
"Ah...so good...mmm...oh..." With both holes being rapidly penetrated simultaneously, waves of pleasure washed over Harley, who orgasmed countless times. But Mu Tou and Katie weren't about to let her go easily.
They lifted Harley from behind her knees, spreading her legs wide in a wide "M" shape, lifting her high and then slamming her down. The force of gravity pushed her to unprecedented depths.
"Ah...no...it's too stimulating...please...have mercy..." The extreme pleasure made Harley cry.
"This slut's cunt is fucking tight..." Mu Tou exclaimed as he fucked her, struggling to hold back from being overwhelmed by Harley's tightness and ejaculating too quickly.
"Harley's asshole is amazing too, it feels so good when it's so tight. I thought she was innocent, but I didn't expect her to be so slutty," Syle said, mesmerized. He had never felt so good.
After they finished, the twins sat in chairs watching Harley's performance. Lina and Katie also watched Harley's slutty appearance with great interest, while they also had to keep their cunts tight. If the semen leaked out, they would be punished.
After Mu Tou and Syle ejaculated inside Harley, they didn't immediately pull out their penises. Instead, they waited for George to bring two vibrators, one thick and one thin, before taking turns pulling them out. The moment they pulled out, they filled the gap with the vibrators, successfully leaving all the semen inside Harley.
Harley, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, didn't have much time to rest before training began.
Lina and Katie were also fitted with two vibrators, specially made by the Wesley brothers. These vibrators not only rotated at high speed and twisted irregularly, but most importantly, they absorbed and heated vaginal fluid, and could ejaculate intermittently.
The three girls were taken to the sports field to begin their physical training for the day. They had to run 10 laps around the field; if they fell or stopped, they would be punished.
Before they started, Frey presented something to Harley: two small clips with bells attached, connected by a chain. Before Harley could figure out what they were, the twins each took one and clipped it to Harley's nipples through her clothes.
The stinging and itchy sensation of her nipples being clipped stimulated Harley. She glared at the mischievous twins, but Harley reluctantly began to run. As she ran, the vibrators began to rotate, penetrating deeper into her breasts with each step. Even more embarrassing was the sound of the bells on her chest.
Mu Tou and Xi Er rode brooms behind Lina and Katie, their whips ready to strike if they slowed down.
The twins followed Harley, receiving a privilege for their first training session; they weren't used whips. However, whenever Harley slowed down, George would wickedly press the broom against the vibrator in her anus, intensifying the stimulation. Frey would also occasionally pull the chain, stretching and playing with Harley's nipples. She had to run while experiencing pleasure, and when the vibrator ejaculated a powerful stream of hot liquid, Harley finally collapsed to the ground, reaching orgasm.
After countless stops, Harley was a full 30 minutes slower than Lina and Katie, and she couldn't escape punishment.
When they officially began training, Harley's punishment was to ride a special broom. This broom not only had an unusually thick, black penis, but the entire broom was covered in special fur. These stiff bristles would constantly rub against Harley's bare vulva and anus as she flew.
Katie and Lina had been allowed to remove their vibrators and changed into Quidditch uniforms. The difference between the girls' and boys' uniforms
was that the girls' uniforms were missing a pair of pants; they were not only very tight-fitting but also only covered the upper thighs. They weren't allowed to wear underwear, so not only were their nipples erect, but their pubic hair was also exposed when they moved. Harley rode on that special broomstick, and after practice, she was carried back to the lounge because she was completely exhausted from having so many orgasms.
After everyone showered in the bathroom, another round of gang rape began.
Chapter Seventeen: Hermione's Bullying, Troll Attack (Part 1)
After joining the Quidditch team, Harley's days were fulfilling, although she was always carried back to the dormitory after each training session, whether it was because of the fatigue from training or some other reason, it was unclear.
Besides weekly after-school tutoring, Harley was often locked up by Snape (?), and Ron and the twins frequently visited her room. Perhaps due to her bloodline, Harley's complexion improved dramatically, and her breasts grew at an astonishing rate. Although she no longer exuded a succubus aura, every smile and gesture was captivating to men, and women were both jealous and resentful.
However, no matter how much she was envied, she was still more hated than Hermione. Not only was Hermione flamboyant in class, but her unconscious arrogance was also repulsive. Moreover, she would seduce any man she found attractive, sometimes even managing to seduce those who were already taken.
On Halloween, after the morning classes, there were no more classes. Harley was dragged away by the Wesley brothers, who said they were going to dress her up nicely. Hermione also prepared to go back to her room to prepare, wanting to stun everyone at the costume party.
As Hermione took a shortcut back to her dormitory, someone covered her mouth from behind, and she was dragged into the rarely used women's restroom by three girls.
"What do you want?" Hermione, hanging from the door of the innermost cubicle, glared at the three girls in front of her.
"You bitch, you think you're so tough! Now that you're in our hands, let's see how we teach you a lesson." The blonde girl in the lead slapped Hermione.
After being hit, Hermione glared fiercely at her.
In her past life, Hermione was the daughter of a mistress. Although she seemed to live a carefree and flamboyant life, she actually used arrogance to hide her inner vulnerability. With a mother who loved money more than she did and a naturally philandering father, she had never made any friends. When people found out that her mother was a mistress, the contempt in their eyes always deeply wounded her heart. Therefore, she valued money and power above all else; men were merely stepping stones and diversions for her.
At first, she outwardly befriended Harley and Ron, but inwardly only wanted to use them. However, slowly, the simple and sincere Harley and the enthusiastic and straightforward Ron gradually influenced her, making her unconsciously care about them. She felt relaxed and happy around them, without having to scheme or worry about hidden meanings.
Her high-profile behavior didn't offend or provoke jealousy in Harley, and with Harley acting as a mediator, her relationship with Ron was also harmonious. However, it attracted the dissatisfaction of many others, like the three girls now, all of whom disliked her or had their boyfriends stolen.
"Dressed like that, she's obviously trying to seduce men!" another dark-haired girl said, looking at Hermione with disdain.
Hermione's skirt was too short, and when she was hoisted up, her black thong was exposed. Her shirt was also almost bursting due to her large breasts, the thin shirt revealing her black bra.
"Hmph! You slut, even your pubic hair is showing." The brown-haired girl forcefully plucked a tuft of pubic hair that was peeking out from Hermione's panties, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Let's see what her cunt looks like." The blonde girl pulled down Hermione's panties and then hoisted her legs up into an M-shape.
"Looks like this bitch gets fucked a lot by men, her labia are thick and dark in color, and her asshole looks like it's been played with a lot too."
The brown-haired girl said disdainfully.
"Bastards, you better let me go right now, or I won't let you off the hook!" Although Hermione was bold and open, it didn't mean she liked being humiliated like this.
"This slut really needs to be disciplined. Let's give her an enema first, and have our high-achieving students demonstrate how to poop, then see if she'll still be so stubborn." The black-haired girl sneered.
The girls took the tube and roughly inserted it into Hermione's anus, starting to pour in a lot of soapy water.
"Oh... um... um... ahh..." Hermione's anus was stimulated by the strong impact of the water jet, and she quickly became aroused.
"Even an enema makes you squirt, what a slutty bitch." The blonde girl inserted her finger into Hermione's vagina, pulling out a strand of saliva, which she deliberately showed to everyone, making the three of them laugh.
"Stop... too much, no... spare me... ah..." Hermione's belly bulged like a pregnant woman's, the intense urge to defecate and the bloating pain mixed with the stimulation of pleasure.
"That's enough." The brown-haired girl casually picked up the ink bottle that had fallen out of Hermione's bag, and the moment she pulled out the tube, she shoved it into her anus, the four-centimeter-diameter ink bottle completely blocking the opening.
"Your juices are flowing all over the floor, so filthy. Since you're so thirsty, let us satisfy you." The black-haired girl took off her skirt, revealing specially made leather panties underneath, with a frighteningly large penis on it, comparable to Hagrid's, covered in soft barbs, making Hermione's scalp tingle.
The other two girls each held a round-headed vibrator and grinned wickedly. When the vibrators were turned on, the intense vibrations made Hermione swallow hard.
"Come try my big cock, it'll fuck you senseless." The black-haired girl had no idea how to be gentle. She roughly inserted the dildo into Hermione's cunt.
"No...it hurts...ah...it's too big...no...waaaah...please...don't move...uh...have mercy on me..." The huge cock was about to tear Hermione's cunt apart, making her cry out.
Ignoring her pleas, the dark-haired girl began thrusting rapidly. At first, Hermione screamed and cried, but with her experience, she gradually adapted and even began to feel pleasure.
"Mmm...ahh...mmm..." The stimulation of her vagina and the urge to defecate created a strange pleasure, and Hermione moaned repeatedly as she was being fucked.
"She's really asking for it. She was just crying out in pain, and now she's enjoying it like this," the blonde girl said.
"Let's see how slutty she can be!" The brown-haired girl ripped open Hermione's shirt, removed her bra, and let her large breasts jump out.
They pressed the vibrating dildo against her nipples, and the intense pleasure made Hermione scream as she reached orgasm. After orgasm, Hermione gushed out a large amount of vaginal fluid. The dark-haired girl pulled out her penis and took a step back, only to see Hermione shudder and spray yellow liquid down.
"Hahaha, this bitch actually got so turned on that she lost control of her bladder." The three laughed uncontrollably.
"Waaah..." Hermione sobbed in shame.
"Tsk tsk, you're already crying? Next, we want to see you perform pooping live, to see what's different about what a high-achieving student produces."
Without warning, the blonde girl swiftly pulled out the ink bottle. With no obstruction, Hermione could no longer resist the urge to defecate, and feces mixed with a large amount of soapy water sprayed all over the floor.
"Ugh, so smelly… I never thought Hermione Granger's poop smelled this bad." The three girls pinched their noses and said in disgust.
Hermione closed her eyes and silently wept, unable to face reality.
The brown-haired girl used her wand to clean up the filth on the floor, and the three of them together cast a spell, cleaning Hermione with water.
"Shouldn't we go back and prepare for the party?" The black-haired girl checked the time.
"Before we leave, let's dress this bitch up a bit." The blonde girl said maliciously.
"That's right, even though she can't attend the party, it'll be good to make her happy." The brown-haired girl said.
"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked fearfully.
"You'll see when you see it." The blonde girl held Hermione's two high-grade quill pens, which she inserted into her nipples, making her breasts appear as if two feathers had sprouted.
"Ah... umm..." The stinging and itching sensation made Hermione groan.
"You get pleasure from this? How lewd."
The brown-haired girl picked up Hermione's wand and, ignoring Hermione's resistance, inserted the thin end into her urethra.
"No... don't do this... ah... ahh..." Hermione trembled all over from the stimulation.
"You slut, you're getting so wet again. Don't say we're not good to you. Here are two vibrators for you to enjoy."
The dark-haired girl inserted the thick, long vibrators into Hermione's anus and vagina respectively, turning them on to make them spin rapidly.
"Oh... um... ah... too fast... um ah..."
"You can stay here and enjoy yourself. We need to get ready for the ball. By the way, this toilet is too secluded, so few people come here. If you're lucky, someone might come to rescue you. But everyone's busy with the ball tonight, so I guess you'll be waiting a while, hahaha..."
The three of them left, and the toilet became quiet, with only Hermione's moans and the vibration of the vibrating dildo remaining.
Chapter 18 Hermione's Bullying, Troll Attack (Part 2)
While Hermione was being humiliated in the toilet, Harry's room was also filled with debauchery.
"Harry, did you really get this potion from the old bat? Your ears are exactly like a real elf's."
Frey sat on the bed, hugged Harry from behind, and played with Harry's two elf-like pointed ears in his hands.
"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that guy to give you a Halloween costume potion." Ron said in surprise, his lewd hands wandering over Harry's body, who was only wearing underwear.
"As expected of Harley, even that greasy old bat has fallen for your charm." George traced the lines of her vulva through her underwear, occasionally poking her already overflowing little hole or her sensitive, constantly contracting anus.
"Mmm... don't say that... Professor Snape is a very nice person... ah... mmm..." Harley was driven almost mad by the six wicked hands, teased to the point of limbo, constantly being teased but not brought to orgasm.
"You're speaking up for him so quickly because his cock is big enough to satisfy your cunt, is that it?" Frey grasped Harley's breasts, pinching and kneading her nipples, which were already erect with excitement, clearly showing their marks on her bra.
"No... no... ah... don't do that... mmm... oh..." Harley's cheeks flushed as her sensitive areas were targeted, and she kept uttering lewd words.
At first, Harley also thought Snape was scary and difficult to get along with, but after spending more time with him, she could feel the gentleness and awkward concern that Snape unconsciously revealed.
Thinking back to last night when Snape locked her up, and she complained about not knowing how to dress up for the Halloween party, he first sarcastically criticized how stupid and time-wasting the event was. But before she left, he secretly slipped Harley a potion that would turn her into an elf. Harley swore she definitely saw Snape's ears turn red. Snape like that was actually...cute. Although this description didn't match his appearance, Harley genuinely thought so. His penis was
certainly big, though whether that made her like Snape more was something only Harley herself knew.
"You can still get distracted? Looks like we haven't been working hard enough, brothers. We need to step up our game." George was very unhappy to see Harley distracted by another man and prepared to punish her.
A thick rope hung horizontally in the dormitory. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary rope, but it was actually a newly developed magical erotic rope by the twins, covered with dense, rough, hard spikes. Harley, with her hands tied behind her back, was forced to stand naked astride the erotic rope. The rope was so high that she had to stand on tiptoe to barely touch the ground.
Harley was punished by having to walk from one end of a rope to the other. Although it was only eight meters, a short walk normally, it was a difficult task for her now. The stiff hairs stimulating her vulva and anus made her legs weak with pleasure even before she started walking. And if she stayed in one place for more than five seconds, the hairs would frantically rub against her genitals, making it even harder for her to move forward.
"No... Oh... It's too stimulating... Mmm... Ah..." Harley's eyes welled up with tears of pleasure, her long legs trembled, and her snow-white breasts quivered slightly, her cute little red nipples sticking up high. Her hands were tied up, and together with her elf ears, there was a sadistic beauty to it.
"Harley won't be done until she moves forward!" Frey said sarcastically, while one hand maliciously applied pressure to Harley's shoulder, causing the erotic rope to sink deeper into Harley's overflowing vulva, and the hairs to probe even deeper into her vagina.
"No...ah...spare me...waaaah...ahhh..." Harley was driven mad by pleasure, climaxing countless times, the ropes and the floor glistening with moisture.
Finally, just before the ball, Harley was released; she hadn't even walked halfway.
When Harley appeared in the banquet hall, the previously noisy scene instantly fell silent. Everyone's attention was drawn to her. Harley wore a leaf-shaped top, two palm-sized leaves barely covering her increasingly full breasts, the stems of the leaves extending upwards to the back of her neck, adorned with a few small leaves. She wore a silver-white sheer skirt, revealing a green thong underneath. Although her attire was revealing, paired with Harley's pure and lovely face, she appeared as a vibrant and charming elf before everyone.
The twins were pulled away by their friends upon arriving at the venue. Harley felt uncomfortable under everyone's gaze, so she pulled Ron to a corner.
"That potion that turns you into an elf isn't common, is it, Severus?" Dumbledore, sitting at the head of the table, winked mischievously and asked Snape beside him.
"Hmph!" Snape snorted coldly, showing no intention of answering. Don't think he didn't see that his colleagues were all perking up their ears with gossip.
Harley's appearance made Snape's eyes light up, adding a bit of luster to the otherwise boring event he loathed. He wore his usual black robes, only casually wearing his vampire dentures.
When almost everyone had arrived, and Dumbledore was about to announce the start of the party, Professor Quirrell's appearance shattered the cheerful atmosphere.
"The troll... in the underground classroom... I thought you should know." With that, he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
The dining room erupted into chaos. Professor Dumbledore had to make his wand explode with several ear-piercing fireworks before everyone quieted down.
"Prefect," he said in a deep voice, "take all your students to the dorms immediately!"
Amidst the chaos, Harley was still searching for Hermione when she heard several girls mention her name.
"What do we do? There's a troll! What about Granger?" the dark-haired girl asked fearfully.
"It can't be that bad!" the blonde girl said, trying to sound calm.
"But we tied her up in the girls' restroom near the Transfiguration classroom. If Granger encounters a troll..." the brown-haired girl added anxiously.
Hearing this, Harley and Ron didn't have time to argue. The teachers were nowhere to be seen; they had to find Hermione. The two secretly left the group and ran quickly towards Hermione's location.
When the restroom came into view, before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, they heard a sound that almost stopped
their hearts—a piercing, terrified sound—Hermione's scream
.
They quickly pushed open the restroom door, and the scene was horrifying. The troll was three meters tall, with dull, gray skin like granite. Its massive, clumsy body resembled a huge pile of pebbles, topped with a small head the size of a cocoa bean. Its short legs were as thick as tree stumps, with flat, calloused feet underneath.
It gripped a thick wooden stick, which dragged on the ground due to its long arms.
The troll was approaching Hermione, but bound and unable to move, Hermione had no way to escape. Just as she closed her eyes in despair, an unexpected voice rang out.
"Hey, you big dummy!" Harry shouted from the other side of the room, throwing a metal pipe at the troll.
The troll seemed oblivious to the pipe hitting its shoulder, but hearing the shout, it stopped and turned its ugly nose towards Harry. Ron took the opportunity to go behind it and untie Hermione.
"You..." Hermione couldn't believe someone had come to save her. Only now did she truly believe that there were friends who would confide in you. If she survived today, she was willing to repay their friendship with all her heart.
Ron finally managed to untie the ropes and remove the instruments of torture from Hermione, but when he turned around, he saw a scene that horrified him: petite Harry was being toyed with by the troll.
In a moment of madness, Ron rushed forward, wanting to fight the troll, but the troll was more interested in Harry. He swatted Ron away, sending him flying and crashing into a wall, unconscious.
"Ron, are you alright?" Although more worried about Harry, Hermione crawled towards Ron, who was closer to her. After being tormented all afternoon, her legs were too weak to stand. Unfortunately, her wand had rolled near the troll and was unusable.
Harley was now in grave danger, trapped by the troll's massive hands, unable to escape. The disgusting troll kept sniffing Harley's body with its large nose, as if drawn by some captivating scent.
Ignoring Harley's struggles, it easily tore open her thin clothes, its rough hands ravaging her delicate body.
"No... um... I hate it..." Harley cried out in shame and fear.
The clumsy troll finally realized that the scent it was obsessed with was coming from Harley's vagina. It extended its rough tongue and began licking her genitals, causing Harley to moan uncontrollably.
When the troll removed the tattered cloth covering its lower body, it revealed a penis even larger than Hagrid's, causing Harley to shake her head in fear and tears.
The troll wasn't so kind as to let go of its prey. It pressed its ugly penis against Harley's vaginal opening, and with a forceful push, pressed Harley against itself, its thick, long cock deeply penetrating her honey pot.
"No...ah..." The feeling of being stretched to the limit was unbearable. Before she could even adjust, the troll began to greedily grasp Harley's waistband and masturbate with its enormous penis.
"It's too big...oh...uh...ah..." The troll's large penis was incredibly stimulating for Harley, but her succubus nature allowed her to quickly adapt to its size and begin to feel pleasure.
"I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm going to come...uh...ah..." Harley reached orgasm in just a few minutes, but the troll wasn't about to let her go so easily. It seemed tireless, continuing to thrust into Harley quickly and powerfully.
After an unknown amount of time, the troll's penis suddenly swelled, and a gush of hot, copious semen sprayed into Harley's vagina, causing her to moan again.
Just when Harley thought it was finally over, the troll's penis slowly hardened again, and it quickly began a new round of rape.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"
The incantation, uttered as Harry was exhausted, saved her. Hermione managed to wake Ron, and while the troll wasn't looking, Ron secretly retrieved Hermione's wand, cast the spell he'd just learned that day, and used the Levitate Charm to manipulate the troll's fallen club, striking it hard on the head and knocking it unconscious. Ron vowed he would never forget his wand again.
After the thrilling defeat of the troll, the three exchanged relieved smiles.
Suddenly, a loud banging on the door and loud footsteps echoed. The three in the room looked up.
They hadn't realized how much noise they'd made; someone downstairs must have heard the crash and the troll's roar.
Moments later, Professor McDormand burst into the room, followed closely by Snape and Dumbledore.
The professors' arrival caused the naked Harry and Hermione to gasp in surprise, and they covered themselves in shame.
Snape quickly took off his robe to cover Harley, and Ron reacted by taking off his clothes for Hermione.
When the professors questioned them about their presence, Hermione wasn't so kind as to cover for the upperclassmen; she reported the reason to the professors, and all three received bonus points.
Later, the three girls received their due punishment, and Hermione's private revenge made them suffer for a while.
Harley was also punished; while confined by Snape, she was forced to write "I will never be so impulsive again, putting myself in danger," while Snape sexually assaulted her. If she wrote it crookedly, she had to rewrite it. Predictably, by the time confinement ended, she hadn't written a single decent word.
Chapter Nineteen: Transparent Hell, Exposing the Crisis
After the troll incident, the three's relationship improved, or rather, Hermione finally took Ron and Harley to heart and was willing to treat them sincerely.
That day, it was time for the hypnotic history of magic class again. More than 80% of the students in the classroom were fast asleep, even the good student (?) Hermione was fast asleep.
Half-asleep, Harry felt someone caressing her thigh. Still half-asleep, she barely managed to lift her head to look around. Ron and Hermione were both asleep; no one was touching her. Harry assumed she was dreaming and ignored it, lying back down to continue sleeping.
An invisible hand then lifted Harry's skirt, exposing her snow-white legs to the air. Lost in her sleep, Harry was oblivious. The invisible hand brazenly spread Harry's legs further, moving towards more private areas. White panties with pink stripes clung to her round, pert buttocks, and the outline of her vulva could be seen through the thin fabric. The invisible hand untied the waistband, and the short fabric draped over the chair, completely revealing Harry's genitals.
Between her wide-open legs, her pink labia, like shy flower buds, remained tightly closed, reluctant to reveal their beauty. The hand teasingly caressed Harry's labia, stimulating her sensitive areas, and sweet nectar slowly flowed out.
As if seeing a delicious feast, a sound of swallowing saliva came, and the invisible tongue, unable to resist the temptation, licked it. That tongue was much longer than an ordinary person's, not only licking the juices outside the cleft clean, but also probing into Harley's vagina, the nimble tongue stirring and licking wantonly inside her.
"Mmm...mmm...ah..." Harley let out a soft moan in her sleep.
The invisible tongue licked away some of the honey, but caused even more vaginal fluid to gush out, making her labia like pink flower petals covered in dew, beautiful and alluring. The invisible man was not satisfied with the beauty before him, and he reached out his demonic hand to Harley's bulging breasts.
Her increasingly full breasts stretched her white shirt taut. She unbuttoned the first two buttons, and the third one eagerly popped open. The Invisible Man didn't unbutton it all the way, only to the point where her bra was exposed. He pulled down the bra, the same style as her underwear, and two tender white nipples sprang out. If anyone near Harley was awake, they would have seen a strange sight: Harley's breasts twisted and deformed in mid-air, as if being held and played with. Her cherry-red nipples weren't spared either, being pulled and tugged intermittently.
"Ugh... Frey, George... stop... um... ah..." Harley murmured, her eyes still tightly closed.
Harley's sleep-talking didn't deter the hands; instead, they continued to fondle her body. Just as he was about to go further, the school bell rang. With a "tsk," Harley's clothes were put back on, and apart from her underwear soaked with vaginal fluid, her neat attire revealed nothing amiss.
One by one, the students awoke from their sweet dreams. Harley was also awakened by the ringing bell. When she woke up, she found that her underwear was wet. She couldn't remember what she had dreamed about. Could it be that she had a wet dream in broad daylight and had leaked a lot of vaginal fluid? She could still feel the itch in her vagina, a desire to be filled. How had she become so lewd? she thought shamefully.
Even when Hermione dragged her to the public bathhouse that evening, Harley was still bothered by what had happened that morning.
Although each room in the girls' dormitory had a small bathroom, many people still preferred to bathe in the magnificent public bathhouse (women were rare in the wizarding world, so girls had a special privilege: the dormitories had bathrooms).
Soaking in the comfortably warm water, Hermione enthusiastically exchanged gossip and beauty information with the girls next to her, while Harley quietly listened to their conversation while enjoying the comfortable hot bath.
Sitting on the stone chair in the bathhouse, her naked body completely unguarded, she was completely unaware of the strange ripples in the water approaching her.
"Ah..." Harry suddenly gasped, feeling as if someone had licked her genitals.
"What's wrong, Harry? Are you alright?" Hermione turned around and asked with concern.
"N-nothing..." Harry shook her head and smiled. It was probably just her imagination; the water in the bathtub was crystal clear. Although the steam obscured her vision, she could clearly see that there was nothing nearby.
"That's good." Hermione didn't think much of it and turned back to continue the conversation.
Suddenly, Harry clearly felt her vagina being stretched open, and a large amount of hot water poured in. The strange situation terrified Harry. She struggled to get up and leave the bathtub, but her legs wouldn't move at all.
Just as she was panicking, something even bigger shoved into her vagina. Although she couldn't see it, Harry was very familiar with this feeling. It was a man's penis. Before she could figure out what was happening, the thick penis began to thrust in and out, bringing in waves of hot water with each thrust. Harry bit her lower lip, trying to suppress her moans. If other girls heard her, they would definitely think she was a pervert in heat.
"Ugh...no...ah...uh..." Weak, unbearable moans still escaped from between her teeth. Fortunately, the girls were engrossed in their conversation, and no one noticed her predicament. Even if someone turned to look, they would only see her rosy cheeks, dazed eyes, and slightly open mouth as she sat there.
"No...ah...please...ugh...don't do this...ah..." Harley pleaded helplessly in a low voice. She didn't know if the person playing with her body was human or a ghost, but she was not only being raped, but her breasts were also being rubbed and kneaded. Her breasts were being flattened and stretched like clay. Harley was very worried that someone would discover her abnormality.
"Hehe, is this comfortable?" A man's voice came from beside her ear. Harley felt that the voice was familiar, but she couldn't remember who it was.
"Who are you? Uh..." The sensitive ears were being erotically licked, making Harley tremble slightly.
"If you don't want anyone to see you acting like a slut, go to the toilet next door by yourself." The man's voice threatened, ignoring Harley's questioning.
Helpless, Harry could only obey. She told Hermione and left the bath, forced to go to the toilet connected to the bathhouse wrapped only in a towel. As soon as she stepped into a stall, the door closed by itself.
"Heh heh, didn't you want to know who I am?" A man with an evil smile suddenly appeared in front of Harry, startling her. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Peeves.
"It's you, Peeves!" Harry blushed with anger, remembering how Peeves had almost embarrassed her in public.
"Who would have thought Harry Potter was such a slut? Not only did she seduce professors and classmates, but she also had a vibrator inserted in her cunt during class. Fizz has been looking for the person who got the Special Prize covered in her juices!" Peeves muttered to himself.
"You…you're talking nonsense…" Harry couldn't believe her secret had been completely known by this mischievous ghost.
"Whether I'm lying or not, you know best." Peeves grinned, his face full of malice. He floated in mid-air, revealing a large penis that didn't match his short stature. Harley was pushed onto the toilet by him, and he spread her legs and began to have sex with her.
"You bastard, stop it!" Harley cursed, trying to resist, her mind filled with doubt and confusion. She couldn't understand how he, a ghost, could touch her.
Actually, Peeves could only materialize briefly before. At most, he would play pranks and throw things around. He couldn't touch things for such a long time. But ever since he set his sights on Harley, he often followed her invisibly, spying on her having sex with others, and occasionally touching and licking her. He accidentally discovered that Harley's vaginal fluid could increase the time he could materialize.
Until today, when he could maintain it for a long enough time, he couldn't wait to come and find Harley.
"Hehe! You can be louder, let others see your slutty side." Although he couldn't ejaculate like a normal person, he felt pleasure for the first time in hundreds of years. The warmth inside Harley's body satisfied him.
"No... um... oh... don't go so fast... ah..." Peepo was fucking Harley unusually fast, the intense pleasure overwhelming her. Peepo's body temperature was very low, but Harley felt like she was about to burn up.
"Little slut, you're so tight, and you still say no." Peepo chuckled, picking Harley up. Harley was suspended in the air, screaming in fear.
Peeves deliberately concealed himself, tossing Harley slightly into the air so she landed heavily on his penis.
"Ah...don't...uh..." Harley's tense vagina clenched even tighter, causing Peeves to sigh with pleasure.
Peeves opened the bathroom door and led her to the large mirror on the sink. In the mirror, Harley was suspended in the air, her legs wide open and moving up and down, her vagina opening and closing alternately, looking quite bizarre.
"No, someone will see...uh...woo..." Harley pleaded, but couldn't stop her moans.
Peeves's mischievous eyes darted around, as if he had thought of a good idea. He put Harley down on the ground, letting her support herself on the sink, their lower bodies still connected. Taking advantage of his position, he flew around while stirring his penis up and down and side to side inside Harley's vagina, causing her buttocks to move involuntarily with him.
"Don't...ah...please...uh...ah..." Harley looked at herself in the mirror, like a sexually frustrated harlot, her face flushed as she shook her hips.
Harry was tormented and teased by Peeves for quite some time before finally escaping. When she returned to her dorm, Hermione found it strange that Harry had left first but returned so late. However, seeing Harry looking like she'd been pampered, Hermione gave her a knowing, knowing smile, and Harry didn't bother to explain.
For several days, Peeves didn't bother her again, and Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief. She went to the library to find a book for her homework. The library was huge, and it took her some effort to find the book on a shelf in a corner. However, the book was on the top shelf, so Harry had to climb a ladder to get it.
Just as she climbed up, she felt someone touching her buttocks. She turned around but saw nothing.
"Peeves," Harry said through gritted teeth.
"Hehehe, you guessed right… too bad there's no prize." Peeves' mischievous voice rang in her ear.
"What do you want now?"
"Just bored! So I'm playing with you." Harry was both embarrassed and angry at Peeves' words.
"Haven't touched you in days, I've missed you terribly, hehe, I'd forgotten, I'm already dead." Peeves touched Harley's youthful body through her underwear. If it weren't for the fact that he had overused his powers last time and needed a few days to recover, how could he endure the pain of seeing but not being able to have her?
"Stop, not here." Harley pressed down on the hand that was reaching into her underwear, but another claw reached for her breasts. Harley had to hold onto the ladder, so she couldn't stop Peeves' mischief.
"Mmm... ah... don't dig... my pussy... oh oh..." Harley struggled to hold onto the ladder to keep her body from falling due to pleasure. Her hand grabbed Peeves' hand through her underwear, but it was useless.
Marco Flynn, the tall and strong Slytherin Quidditch captain, never expected to encounter Harley Potter masturbating while borrowing books from the library.
Harry stood on the ladder, and those below could clearly see what was beneath her short skirt. To onlookers, Harry appeared to be massaging her genitals with her small hands, emitting alluring moans, making Marco's mouth water and his penis rock hard. Faced
with such beauty, how could Marco resist? The word "restraint" didn't exist in his dictionary. His eyes gleamed as he approached Harry.
Peeves immediately noticed Marco. He scoffed and reluctantly left Harry's side. He couldn't let his secret be discovered, or he'd be in big trouble. He had no choice but to let Harry go for now.
Harry was puzzled. Why had Peeves stopped so easily? Just then, a pair of large, hot hands embraced her from behind.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Harry struggled. She recognized the person before her as Slytherin, the Quidditch captain. Marco! She was extremely worried, wondering if he had seen her embarrassing moment.
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a bad girl, masturbating in the library. I have to teach you a lesson..." He lewdly rubbed his lower body against Harley's buttocks. The petite Harley stood on the ladder, her buttocks at just the right height to face his genitals.
"No..." Harley fearfully climbed up, trying to escape, but Marco nimbly grabbed her waist, pulled down her panties, and the pure white panties hung pitifully on her left calf.
"Already so wet, it saves me the trouble." Marco parted Harley's buttocks and impatiently pulled out his swollen, purplish-red penis. Ignoring Harley's resistance, he thrust his hips forward and plunged it all the way in.
"Ah..." Harley exclaimed.
"So tight. You're so lewd, but I didn't expect your hole to be so resilient! It feels so good." Marco's words made Harley feel extremely humiliated and ashamed, but she couldn't stop her body's natural reaction. Her vagina seemed to be sucking, opening and closing, massaging Marco's penis.
"Bastard... ooh... um... ah..." Harley struggled to suppress her moans. She hadn't forgotten this was the library; if anyone found out she was doing such lewd things here, she'd be utterly humiliated.
"Your breasts aren't big, but they're quite bouncy." Marco pleasurably fucked Harley, enjoying the sensation of his penis being enveloped by her warm, tight vagina, while casually kneading her breasts. With her bra off, her bright red nipples were clearly visible through her school uniform.
"Um... ah... ah... don't pinch... ooh..." With her sensitive areas under his control, Harley could only plead helplessly.
After satisfying his lust, Marco cruelly took Harley's underwear as a trophy. Poor Harley could only hide until curfew was almost over and there weren't many people around before she stealthily ran back to her dormitory.
Chapter Twenty: Snape, the Hypocrite, and the Wet Quidditch
Season began, and after weeks of training, Harry was set to play his first ever match on Saturday against the Slytherin. A Gryffindor win would move them to second place in the House Cup, adding to Harry's pressure.
Fortunately, Hermione lent him a copy of *Quidditch Origins*, which he found very helpful.
The day before Harry's first Quidditch match, the three of them went out into the cold yard during recess. Hermione conjured a bright blue flame for them, which could be carried in a jam jar. They stood there, their backs to the flame for warmth. Just then, Snape walked through the yard. Harry, Ron, and Hermione huddled closer together, trying to shield themselves from the flame; they knew this was forbidden. Unfortunately, their guilty expressions caught Snape's eye. He limped over. He didn't see any flames, but he seemed to be looking for a reason to scold them, no matter what.
"What are you holding, Potter?"
Snape asked sternly, though Harry could see no malice in his eyes, only a hint of cunning. In front of other students, Snape still called her Potter, but Harry, who knew him well, knew how secretly lecherous he was.
"It's Quidditch Origins," Harry showed him.
"Library books aren't allowed to be taken out of the school," Snape said. "Give it to me, and pick it up from my office after dinner."
"He made up a rule on the spot," Ron muttered resentfully, watching Snape limp away.
Hermione, however, didn't join in the criticism. She had already figured it was just Harry and Snape's playful banter; only the oblivious Ron would think Harry going to Snape's office was simply "lockdown."
That evening, as soon as Harry knocked on the office door, it opened immediately, and Snape pulled her into the bedroom connected to the office.
"Ah..." Harley exclaimed, her mouth immediately sealed by Snape's almost thirsty nibbling at her lips.
"You've been so busy practicing Quidditch lately, it's been a while since you've been 'confined'." Snape pulled Harley into his arms, gradually calming his anxiety. No one knew that the reason Snape had been so grumpy and spewing venomous remarks lately was because of Harley. She had turned down several of Snape's invitations for Quidditch training, and unfortunately, Neville had been terrified by Snape these past few weeks.
"No, I have a match tomorrow… um… ah…" Snape's lips and tongue traced along her neck and collarbone to Harley's chest. She went weak at the touch and couldn't resist.
"You have a match tomorrow, so let me help you relax tonight. Don't worry, just once." Snape wasn't about to let go of the prize he had in his grasp. He skillfully teased Harley's erogenous zones, making it impossible for her to refuse.
"You...you still have a wound on your leg...um...um..."
"It's alright, it's almost healed. Since you're worried, you can be on top today." Snape let the naked Harley straddle him. "
Really, you're so annoying..." Harley muttered, but dared not move for fear of touching Snape's wound. After the troll incident, Harley noticed the bite mark on Snape's leg. After hearing Snape's explanation, Harley naturally believed him.
"Move yourself, I'm injured." Snape lay on the bed, looking like he was at her mercy.
Snape's words made Harley blush and glare at him. When she first met him, she thought he was kind-hearted despite his fierce appearance, but after getting to know him, she discovered his perverse sense of humor. He usually acted all serious, but his private behavior always made Harley grit her teeth. But she didn't know that Snape was only like this with her. For the past ten years, he had lived a life of the living dead until he met Harley, and only then did he find the motivation to live.
Harry grasped Snape's large penis, aimed it at her vagina, and slowly sat down. The mischievous Snape suddenly thrust forward, his impressive penis fully penetrating Harry's tender vagina, causing her to gasp.
"Ah...why...um...ah..." The sudden stimulation made Harry's body go limp, collapsing into Snape's arms.
"Keep going, can't take it after just one time?" Snape looked innocent.
"You bad man, you just love to tease me." Harry blushed and glared at him, propping herself up and continuing to raise her hips before sitting down.
Harry swayed her hips, Snape's large penis causing her vagina to open and close, her juices
squeezing out with a "plop plop. "
Snape panted heavily, his beloved riding on top of him, serving him. He had to use a lot of self-control to avoid pressing Harry down and thrusting forcefully. Harry's slow pace was a sweet torture. Snape matched Harry's descent with his thrusts, pushing upwards with force.
"Ah...it's so exciting...oh...um...um ah..." Harley could still move on her own at first, but her legs went weak after a few thrusts, and she could only support herself as Snape fucked her from below. Her little peach swayed up and down with her body, and her innocent face was tinged with lust,
making her even more alluring. "Little slut, how is it? Are you enjoying being fucked?" Snape grabbed Harley's slender waist and pressed her down, making the two of them even more tightly connected.
"So good...so good...oh...Professor...there...um ah..." Harley cried out loudly with dazed eyes.
Snape suddenly increased his speed, thrusting in and out quickly several times, and then thrusting hard, shooting his hot semen that had been accumulating for several days into Harley's honey hole.
Harley thought it was over, but Snape rested for a moment, and the penis still inside Harley was clenched hard again by her rapidly contracting vagina after reaching orgasm. He pulled out his penis, and the white fluid slowly flowed out without any obstruction. He moved his penis to Harley's anus.
"No, didn't we agree on just once? I have a match tomorrow!" Harley immediately realized what Snape was planning and quickly refused.
"Yeah, we agreed on just once, one on each side." Snape grinned slyly.
Ever since Snape had tricked the naive Harley into revealing her history of lust, this innocent old man had lowered his standards to a whole new level, and Harley's anus was naturally destined for penetration.
"You're so cunning." Harley said angrily.
"Hehe, didn't you enjoy it too?" Snape forced open Harley's anus; her wanton body was already secreting its own fluids, requiring no further lubrication.
"Ah...no...no...um...ahhh..." Harley denied shamefully.
"Let's see if we do!" Snape flipped over and pinned Harley beneath him, her legs spread in a V-shape and pressed against her chest, allowing her to clearly see his penis entering her anus.
Anal sex also brought Harley great pleasure. Even just having her anus played with was enough to bring her to orgasm. The sensitive spot was filled by the large penis, causing Harley to wriggle her hips uncontrollably, seeking more pleasure.
Harley's wanton appearance made Snape almost unable to control himself from ejaculating. He gritted his teeth and pulled his penis out.
The huge thing that had been inside her body suddenly disappeared, and Harley, who was about to reach orgasm, felt a great emptiness.
"Give it to me, don't stop...please...I want more...fuck me..." Harley writhed her hips at Snape, begging for affection like a female dog.
Snape parted her buttocks, which were wet and writhing inside, as if pleading with him.
"Want it that much? Spread your buttocks and show your anus, beg me to fuck you." Snape withdrew his hand, waiting for Harley to make her move.
"Please...please fuck me...it's so itchy...I can't take it...ah..." Harley exposed her pink anus, pitifully and cutely contracting and expanding.
"Looks like you enjoy being fucked in the ass, let's see how much juice you can produce." Snape used his wand to conjure several test tubes, took one and inserted it into Harley's overflowing honey pot, then began manipulating her anus again.
"Mmm...oh...so good...mmm...ah..." Harley was lost in pleasure, her anus being roughly fucked, occasionally revealing the bright red flesh inside.
By the time Harley was taken back to her dorm, she had lost count of how many orgasms she had had before falling into a deep sleep, enjoying a good night's rest without worrying about being too nervous to sleep.
Meanwhile, several more bottles of his collection appeared in Snape's cabinet, labeled "Succubus's Lustful Fluid."
The next morning, the weather was sunny. The dining room was filled with the enticing aroma of grilled sausages, everyone looking forward to an exciting Quidditch match, chatting excitedly.
"You have to eat some breakfast," Ron said.
"I don't want to eat anything," Harley said, having absolutely no appetite.
"Have some toast," Hermione coaxed.
"I'm not hungry,"
Harry said, feeling terrible. In another hour, they would be heading to the Quidditch pitch.
"Harry, have some sausage. You need to keep your energy up," George said. "The Seekers are always the ones the enemy focuses on."
"If your upper mouth doesn't want to eat, I'll feed your lower mouth!" Frey said lewdly.
"No need, I'll eat it myself," Harry said, quickly sticking a sausage in her mouth.
By eleven o'clock, it seemed the entire school had gathered in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students even brought binoculars. The seats were practically raised halfway up the wall, but sometimes it was still difficult to see the game clearly.
During the actual game, Harry, Lina, and Katie were still not allowed to wear underwear, their bare legs eliciting cheers and whistles from the stands.
Harley noticed Marco's lecherous gaze. When he saw her looking at him, he immediately gave her the middle finger, silently mouthing "I'll fuck you." Harley trembled with rage, determined to win.
Once the match began, Harley flew high, meticulously searching for the Golden Snitch. She had to endure the pleasure of her flying broomstick digging deep into her flesh, massaging her genitals as she flew up and down. Harley moaned softly, thankfully the stadium was large and noisy, and no one noticed her predicament.
Suddenly, Harley caught a glimpse of gold out of the corner of her eye—it was the Golden Snitch, Terrence, the Slytherin's Seeker. Higgins saw it too, and the two raced side-by-side towards the Snitch. Harley was faster than Higgins; she almost caught the little golden ball.
An angry roar erupted from the Gryffindors below. Seeing Harley about to grab the Golden Snitch, Higgins grabbed her foot and pulled her back forcefully. In an instant, the Golden Snitch vanished again.
Sleizerin committed a foul, giving Gryffindor a free throw opportunity. However, Harley wasn't doing well. Higgins' earlier tugging at her leg had intensely stimulated her vagina, bringing her to orgasm. She clung limply to the broomstick, and if anyone looked closely, they would have noticed the glistening shine on her thighs—the result of her flowing vaginal fluid.
As Harley continued searching for the Golden Snitch, her broomstick malfunctioned, violently shaking up and down, as if a flying broomstick was desperately trying to throw her off. Harley gripped the broomstick tightly, her knees clenching together, but the constant stimulation of her sensitive vagina tormented her with pleasure, and she could no longer help but moan.
"No…stop…uh…my vagina…ah…it's going to break…oh…oh…"
The people in the stands pointed up at Harley; they had also noticed something was wrong with her. Her flying broomstick began to tumble and roll incessantly, and Harley could barely maintain her balance. Suddenly, the flying broomstick twisted wildly again, throwing Harley off. She was now hanging in mid-air, clinging to the broom handle with only one hand.
Screams rang out all around. Hermione had rushed to the teachers' table the moment Harry's broom malfunctioned, accurately firing a flame at Quirrell. Hearing a scream, Hermione knew her job was done and quickly fled the scene.
High in the air, Harry was finally able to climb back onto the broom handle. Frey and George rushed to Harry's side to check on her.
"Harry, are you alright?" Frey asked worriedly. His heart had nearly stopped when he saw Harry hanging precariously in the air from a distance.
"N-nothing... I got the golden snipe," Harry gasped. She had been terrified and had also experienced multiple orgasms.
"Where?" George asked excitedly, but Harry's hands were still gripping the broom, and the golden snipe was nowhere to be seen.
"In...my pussy..." Harry whispered, her face flushed.
Hearing her words, the twins burst into laughter, one covering Harry while the other dug the ball out.
It turned out that while Harley was suspended in mid-air, the Golden Snitch happened to fly straight into Harley's exposed vagina.
When Harley swung the ball high over her head, the match ended in chaos, and the Golden Snitch was still gleaming with an unusual light.

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