Jerry's magical vision was fully open. In his eyes, countless complex arrays composed of pure arcane runes spun rapidly.
This time, Jerry was no longer looking at the flow of energy, but the "reality" that constituted the essence.
In his vision, the hundred-meter domain shrouding the Hive Queen was not empty. On the contrary, it was crowded to the extreme.
It was not a "projection area," but a "shadow" formed by hundreds of millions of compressed, assimilated, and unified souls.
Each of these souls was once an independent individual with its own joys and sorrows, but now, all their personalities had been erased, leaving only the pure "existence" itself pointing to a unified will.
They were like hundreds of millions of tuning forks vibrating in sync, jointly forming a single "absolute sound field" that repelled all noise.
Any foreign energy or will that did not match the frequency of this "sound field"—such as Jerry's magic—would be interfered with, torn apart, and finally dismantled into meaningless basic information the moment it entered, returning to silence.
The essence of the Warp was a chaotic emotional storm, and this "Soul Shadow" countered chaos with absolute "order" and "unity."
It created a "silent zone" in the Warp.
Jerry was suppressed precisely because he was infected; he was forcibly connected to the terminal of the Warp network, and this shadow was a super-strong regional jammer operating at full power against this network.
"So that's it... not suppressing magic, but forcibly 'rewriting' the reality rules of that area with a larger, more unified mental collective..."
Jerry understood instantly.
Trying to break through this shadow with conventional energy spells was tantamount to trying to change the color of an ocean with a ladle of water.
However...
"Since you use countless wills to distort reality, then... I will attack you with a 'will' that does not belong to this reality."
At the same time, Jerry's magical senses keenly detected another astonishing fact.
Under the powerful suppression of this "Soul Shadow," the spatial structure here presented a strange, almost contradictory state—the spatial crystal wall was weakened to be as thin as paper, almost breakable with a poke, but the overall stability of space was inconceivably high, like a sheet of paper nailed firmly to a board by countless nails, producing no wrinkles no matter how it was pulled.
Establishing a large-scale cross-plane teleportation array sufficient to support stable two-way traffic here would consume thousands of times less energy and materials than in normal space!
A bold and crazy plan formed instantly in Jerry's mind.
Without hesitation, he began to act immediately.
Dividing his attention.
Left hand raised, five fingers spread, countless invisible mana tentacles extended silently toward the surroundings.
Pieces of prepared crystals engraved with spatial beacons flew out of Jerry's Undetectable Extension pocket, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, shooting precisely toward the predetermined array nodes on the ground.
Jerry's mental power was highly concentrated, beginning to rapidly outline the underlying framework of that magnificent and complex cross-plane teleportation array.
The air began to fill with the unique smell of ozone as space was slightly pried open.
Simultaneously, Jerry's right hand pointed at the Hive Queen who was tangled with Erica.
This time, Jerry didn't condense any energy-form spell.
Jerry's lips moved slightly, beginning to chant an ancient, lengthy incantation full of eerie syllables. It wasn't any known spellcasting language; every syllable seemed to act directly on the bottom layer of the soul without causing any elemental fluctuations.
As he chanted, a small cluster of... insignificant, grey mist began to condense on the tip of his raised right index finger.
That mist was inconspicuous, with no energy reaction or magical aura, just like a small pinch of ordinary dust.
"Go." Jerry said softly.
The cluster of grey mist floated slowly toward the Hive Queen, as if a breeze could disperse it.
It floated very slowly, entering the hundred-meter range of the "Soul Shadow" nonchalantly.
The "Soul Shadow" had no reaction to this cluster of grey mist.
Because it was neither "energy" nor "will"; it didn't even belong to this reality.
This was not something an ordinary wizard could cast.
Jerry knew that with his current strength, he couldn't directly mobilize such top-down rule-based power.
However, the shimmering magical jewelry on his body was operating quietly at this moment, gathering and growing countless continuously amplified powers.
deep within that grey mist, if one could gaze with insight beyond mortal things, they could vaguely glimpse an illusory shape. It was not solid, yet carried incomparable majesty—the silhouette of a Death God holding a huge scythe loomed, silently announcing the arrival of the end.
Erica was already teetering on the brink of collapse. The light on her body was as dim as a dying star; every swing of her light blade caused her massive body to shake violently.
The Hive Queen had completely gained the upper hand. Her forelimbs, like giant mantis scythes, created afterimages, leaving deep wounds exposing bone on Erica's body.
The Hive Queen enjoyed it; she reveled in this hunt, watching her enemy's life fade away bit by bit with playful cruelty.
She enjoyed this cat-and-mouse torture, watching her enemy approach the end of life inch by inch with mockery.
Just as she raised her scythe again, preparing to deal the final blow to Erica, the slow grey mist finally floated in front of her, touching her forelimb covered in green carapace.
The Hive Queen's movement stagnated.
Her massive body, full of vitality, began to "wither" rapidly and silently from the point touched by the grey mist.
The hard carapace lost its luster, becoming like weathered rock.
The flesh and tissue under the carapace turned to ash quickly, exposing dry bones.
Those bones lasted less than a second before also turning into fluttering grey powder, dissipating in the air.
This "annihilation" spread extremely fast; in the blink of an eye, it spread from her forelimb to her shoulder.
For the first time, genuine fear originating from instinct appeared in the Hive Queen's hollow eyes.
She let out a shrill high-pitched sound. Without hesitation, she used her other intact forelimb like a blade to slash down fiercely, cutting off her limb that was being eroded by "annihilation" and had already withered halfway, right at the shoulder.
Black-green foul-smelling blood gushed from the stump.
She stopped the spread of annihilation, but paid the price of a forelimb.
She raised her head in anger, blood-red compound eyes locking dead onto Jerry in the distance. She understood that this seemingly weak wizard was the truly fatal threat.
Her light blade also shortened visibly by another section, and the white glow on her body became even thinner, as if it would go out at any moment.
But her attack wasn't entirely ineffective.
A long white mark was scratched on the blade-like bone scythe by the light blade. Although insignificant to the Hive Queen's massive body, this was the first time a "mark" had been left on her.
The Hive Queen was furious. She completely ignored Erica, who was like an ant yet tenacious and unyielding before her, leaving only a spiked hind leg to sweep casually, trying to knock her away. Simultaneously, her blood-red compound eyes locked dead onto Jerry. With terrifying agility, she rushed toward Jerry like a black hurricane!
Her hundred-meter range "mental projection domain" roared like an invisible winch following her movement, trying to envelop Jerry.
Hiss!
Jerry's figure turned into a blur again, narrowly dodging under the Hive Queen's terrifying limbs covered in slime.
Jerry knew the terror of that suppressing power deeply. Even a brief touch of the edge would greatly interfere with the array deployment he was conducting.
But relying on the terrifying boost of the magical jewelry on his body, Jerry could use Apparition and all its derivative spells without restriction.
Instant transmission!
Flash!
Short-distance teleportation!
Space jump!
Jerry's incarnation became streaks of blue afterimages, shuttling at high speed in irregular routes within this huge hollow. Every flicker precisely dodged the Hive Queen's giant scythe slashes and the pursuit of the mental domain.
Sometimes, Jerry moved only an inch, letting the Hive Queen's powerful attack brush past him.
Sometimes, he made a long-distance jump, instantly arriving at the other end of the hollow from this end.
This should have been high-intensity spellcasting that exhausted all magical power and might even tear his own spatial coordinates, but under the boost of the magical accessories constantly flashing with strange lights on Jerry's body, all cooldown times became zero, and all magical consumption became negligible.
Jerry was like a transcendent being performing space magic on stage; every appearance and disappearance carried a dazzling fluidity.
However, Jerry wasn't just dodging.
Jerry's mental power, like huge invisible tentacles, never stopped carving the teleportation array.
Every time he Apparated and landed, a few new rune marks would appear silently on the ground, or several crystals would be precisely adjusted to the correct positions by invisible forces, disappearing under the ground.
The entire array was being pieced together bit by bit at a weirdly synchronized speed amidst Jerry's high-speed dodging and maneuvering.
Erica was doing her best to block the Hive Queen's pursuit from behind.
The white light on Erica's body had become transparent as thin mist. Every time she slashed, her body would tremble, the speed of power consumption visible to the naked eye.
Erica's light wings had become tattered, but she still used all remaining strength to drag the Hive Queen's advancing steps dead.
Every obstruction only made the Hive Queen's massive body pause slightly, then Erica would be angrily swatted away by the Hive Queen.
Erica was even hit several times by acid sprayed from the Hive Queen's mouthparts. The holy light could only resist slightly before being melted into smoking holes by the corrosive acid.
The white light on Erica's body grew fainter, while the Hive Queen completely gained the upper hand, every blow full of destructive power.
The situation had long become precarious for Erica.
"Erica, hold on!"
Just as Jerry spoke, the ground beneath his feet wriggled without warning. Not crushed by the Hive Queen's massive body, but the creep twisted and spiraled around him like a living thing, instantly constructing an irregular teleportation node where he landed.
Before Jerry could react, a powerful suction and thrust acted simultaneously, instantly moving him right in front of the Hive Queen's huge mouthparts!
At close range, that suppressing power instantly locked Jerry's magic again.
All his defense mechanisms were disabled the moment they touched the "Soul Shadow." The massive Hive Queen's mouthparts bit down fiercely accompanied by a deafening screech, intending to swallow Jerry whole!
"Jerry!"
Almost at the same moment, Erica roared.
Her teetering body erupted with its final potential at this moment. Her tattered light wings burst with light more intense than ever before, yet also more fleeting.
Erica teleported again recklessly. Like a white lightning bolt, in the nick of time, she blocked with her body between Jerry and the Hive Queen's terrifying mouthparts!
Squelch!
The sound of flesh being pierced rang out. Huge and sharp fangs easily penetrated Erica's body, entering from her chest and exiting from her back.
The holy white light was instantly dyed red by the Hive Queen's foul body fluids and Erica's gushing blood.
However, even heavily injured like this, Erica still stood dead in front of Jerry like an indestructible shield. Her tattered light wings flapped fiercely, forcefully blasting the massive body of the Hive Queen rushing in front of her away!
The Hive Queen's huge body rolled dozens of meters on the creep, smashing a scorched area not yet fully healed.
Erica and Jerry were also knocked rolling backward together. Although the soft wriggling creep on the ground offset the force, a series of bone-breaking sounds still rang out continuously.
However, the crisis was far more than the Hive Queen standing up again in the distance.
The wreckage of the hives just smashed by fire meteors and burned by fire, as well as the ignited swarms, now surged again as if coming back to life.
On the visible black creep, swollen and striking meat cocoons bulged at an astonishing speed.
These meat cocoons emitted a strong aura of life. Each one faintly transmitted a violent heartbeat similar to the Five Chromatic Dragons, nurtured in the unique way of the Tyranids.
And compared to before, they had absorbed more experience of flaws and were even more powerful Five Chromatic Dragon Insectoid Beasts!
"Hahahahahaha..."
The Hive Queen's voice sounded again, like a child's laughter, but filled with endless mockery and malice.
She looked at Erica, fallen but still blocking in front of Jerry like a rock, her tone full of appreciation and cruelty: "What a delicious and pure soul!
Burning the last of your life to protect?
Truly touching!
But soon, you will become part of me again, and... this time, bringing this unyielding will.
Of course, you don't need to wait too long; you will meet soon."
Erica didn't die immediately.
Her body was like a lit candle, the flame of life flickering uncertainly.
Blood gurgled from the huge piercing wound in her chest. That pure pale white light was becoming weaker and weaker at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Accompanying the decline of the light, the signs of insectoid corruption once suppressed by the holy light began to resurface: under her skin, it looked like tiny bugs were crawling, bulging into weird protrusions.
A trace of turbid green also faintly appeared in Erica's eyes.
Erica looked up at Jerry, whom she had just saved behind her.
A hearty smile, as always, appeared on the corner of her mouth, carrying a trace of childlike innocence and fearlessness.
"Jerry, I like you!"
As Erica spoke, she forcefully tore open the tattered pocket on her body, dyed red with blood.
From inside, she pulled out a handful of activated Chocolate Frogs about to jump around like treasures and stuffed them into her mouth regardless of everything.
"So delicious... so sweet..." A look of enjoyment appeared on Erica's face, like a little girl eating her favorite candy.
"Mom said, eating sweets... won't hurt anymore..."
While chewing, a smile appeared on the corner of Erica's mouth again. Without any pretense, she was still that optimistic and hearty centaur maiden.
But within the smile, there was an indescribable fatigue and... plea for help.
Erica's body trembled uncontrollably, not from fear, but because the burning of her life origin was nearly exhausted.
She could feel her consciousness being eroded by something familiar, cold, and full of collective will.
Erica didn't want to become those thoughtless monsters again.
"Help me... Jerry..." Erica's voice became intermittent. Every breath pulled at the terrifying penetrating wound on her chest, bringing out a breeze mixed with the scent of blood and chocolate sweetness. "...Let me... go find Mom..."
Erica looked at him. The last clarity in her eyes condensed into the purest plea.
"Thank you..."
Using her last bit of strength, she blossomed a smile brighter than ever before. That smile held reluctance to part, relief, and the deepest trust.
"My... Jerry!"
Erica's voice finally faded in her throat, but that trust and smile were forever frozen in Jerry's vision.
Jerry endured the severe pain of his whole body's shattered bones. The residual magical accessories on his body burst out a brief light, barely supporting him up.
He reached out, gently touching Erica's pierced heart, half-closed his eyes, and chanted a silent and ancient spell.
A soft pillar of light composed of pure starlight rose slowly from Erica's broken body. It was a looming cluster of white light, exactly her weak soul.
However, just as this soul was liberated from the shell, it was captured by the thick "Soul Shadow" in the distance.
The white light spot seemed pulled by an invisible force, floating uncontrollably toward the soul projection suppressing Jerry.
Jerry watched Erica's light spot leave, a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes, but immediately replaced by the light of determination and madness.
"Fuck you!"
"Erica is mine!"
Jerry forced himself up from the ground, swaying despite the severe pain.
The fatal blow Erica blocked for him just now saved his life, but the huge impact fractured multiple bones in his body, making even breathing sting.
Jerry didn't look at the Hive Queen coming slowly from the distance while being burned by fire meteor wreckage and the swarm constantly encircling, nor did he pay attention to the huge and greedy heartbeats coming from the meat cocoons on the creep.
Jerry's gaze followed Erica's receding soul light spot the whole time.
He raised his hand, wrapped in magical accessories yet still fractured, and opened his palm toward Erica's soul light spot.
"What, ready to surrender?"
The Hive Queen's voice carried the victor's contempt as a new limb slowly regenerated from the stump, her voice full of provocation.
As she spoke, she commanded the creep covering the entire hollow to surge like a tide toward the teleportation array nodes secretly deployed by Jerry on the ground.
Every piece of ground inscribed with runes, every array base composed of crystals, was rapidly dissolved by the creep's powerful corrosiveness, turning into nothing.
As if sensing something, Jerry shook his head, then unhesitatingly threw the last crystal inscribed with complex runes in his hand into the collapsing arrays.
The crystal exploded in the air. Countless rune fragments flickered and dissipated into invisibility instantly.
The Hive Queen wasted no more words. Her restored massive body accelerated abruptly, turning into a black blur, sprinting toward Jerry's direction!
Like the gates of hell opening, that "Soul Shadow" with a hundred-meter radius completely enveloped Jerry again.
Instantly, Jerry lost his mana again all over his body. His mental power seemed drained as well; even mobilizing a thought became extremely difficult.
However, at this moment, Jerry gritted his teeth fiercely, let out a low roar, and relying on pure will and belief, used all his strength to jump up forcefully from the ground!
Jerry opened his arms, accurately catching Erica's soul light cluster, which was floating slowly toward the Soul Shadow and still carried a holy aura.
Jerry held Erica's soul tightly in his arms.
Then, under the shroud of the Hive Queen's massive shadow, he dove headfirst downward, falling toward the direction of the Hive Queen!
The Hive Queen didn't hesitate at all. Her maw opened wide, white fangs crisscrossing, foul slime dripping.
She wanted to swallow the souls of this wizard who dared to resist and that stupid centaur together.
However, she ultimately failed to swallow Jerry.
Just as Jerry was about to fall into the Hive Queen's abyss-like mouthparts.
A dazzling pillar of white light suddenly descended from the dome above with astonishing speed!
It descended vertically, like the legendary rainbow bridge connecting heaven and earth, carrying vast and unstoppable might, enveloping Jerry and Erica in his arms directly.
That pillar of light was so holy and powerful. Not only did it instantly disperse all surrounding "Soul Shadows," but it also emitted an unrivaled force, crashing fiercely onto the Hive Queen's massive body with the momentum of a thunderbolt!
Screech!
The Hive Queen let out an unprecedentedly shrill scream.
That sound was full of pain, anger, and more... incredible fear!
Her massive body was like being bombarded by a giant hammer, flying backward involuntarily, crashing into and collapsing a wall covered in creep with inertia.
The Hive Queen's powerful consciousness, covering almost the entire Silent Plains, scanned into the pillar of light the moment it appeared.
Her compound eyes stared dead at that light, discovering with horror that in this white pillar of light, besides Jerry and Erica, there were many... many "things"!
Each of these "things" emitted mental power fluctuations equal to Jerry's, or even far exceeding Jerry's peak moment!
Every strand of mental power was like a vast star, gathering together to form a sea of will sufficient to suppress the universe!
"It's the Wizard Legion! Damn it!"
The Hive Queen screamed hoarsely. Her consciousness was on the verge of collapse, unable to understand what was happening before her eyes. "The array was clearly destroyed! When... when did it happen?!"
Only at this moment did the Hive Queen finally realize that what she destroyed was indeed the "physical" part of the cross-plane teleportation array composed of crystals and runes.
However, what truly guided this thick pillar of light through the two world crystal walls and the space-time turbulence wrapped in time was not the external array, but Jerry himself!
Her mental scan fell sharply on Jerry's back—there, a bright and complex pentagram array composed of pure arcane energy and mental power was flashing with blinding light.
Jerry, this boy... he actually used his own body as the teleportation node!
"Damn it!"
For the first time, pure speechlessness appeared in the Hive Queen's sharp, child-like voice.
Her massive body turned direction abruptly. That originally majestic posture now became panic-stricken and wretched, fleeing rapidly on the creep using all six limbs, ignoring even the Insectoid Beasts with beating dragon hearts in the meat cocoons.
"Boy, I remember you!"
The Hive Queen's consciousness burst out a final sharp roar, tearing space, trying to drill into the space-time turbulence before that brilliant pillar of light completely descended.
As long as she could escape from the Wizard Legion's hands, making a comeback was only a matter of time!
And more importantly, the Hive Queen, possessing almost endless lifespan, didn't fear the time laws wrapped in the space-time turbulence at all. This was why she could hide in this world; she could live until the universe annihilated, so how could she care about the erasure brought by time like wizards?
But just as her figure was about to submerge into the void, a slender but powerful high heel stepped precisely and heavily onto Jerry's back as he fell slowly, holding Erica's soul light cluster!
Jerry's body seemed hit by a heavy hammer, accelerating downward briefly.
His body was stiff, the light cluster in his arms shaking slightly with it.
He felt no pain because he had long lost sensation.
Jerry simply lifted his head subconsciously and with difficulty, trying to see the "uninvited guest" descending from the sky clearly.
However, this slight "touch" caused a straight and tall figure to step out of the pillar of white light descending from the sky.
It was Lilith Vanessa, the commander of the frontline legion.
First, she stared curiously at the "object" trampled under her feet, a hint of laziness incongruous with the battlefield in her narrow, exquisite eyes.
However, when her gaze swept over Jerry's broken body and the still flickering, bright but scarred pentagram array behind him, that laziness vanished instantly.
"Hiss!"
Lilith Vanessa couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, jumping aside almost instinctively, away from Jerry.
Her gaze, sharp as a knife, shot toward the Hive Queen in the distance, who was rapidly tearing space, trying to escape.
"Tyranids?"
Lilith Vanessa's voice was cold, carrying a trace of ruthlessness, as if seeing something she detested to the extreme: "I thought this disgusting stuff was extinct!"
Saying this, Lilith Vanessa raised her fair palm toward the sky.
The next second, in the sky outside the pillar of light, countless spatial crystals inscribed with complex runes fell like a sudden rain!
They precisely covered the patch of black creep still wriggling and rolling, densely packed, weaving into a suffocatingly massive spatial confinement array!
The Hive Queen was scared out of her wits by this sudden change. Her roar was full of despair as the void about to tear healed again, trapping her in this cage about to become hell.
At this moment, the white light shrouding Jerry disappeared completely. The array behind him, still operating with difficulty, also lost all power at this moment, becoming dim and about to collapse completely. Jerry's body, like a puppet with its core removed, fell powerlessly toward the ground.
However, a broader and more vigorous light descended from the sky!
It was no longer pure white but carried a warm color of life.
Before the light touched the ground, Jerry's falling body was caught by a pair of strong arms.
"Oof!"
The one making this sound was surprisingly Rita!
The legendary Daily Prophet reporter wearing strange clothes with an old-fashioned camera hanging on her chest!
Rita tilted her head curiously, eyes rolling flexibly, looking Jerry up and down with a probing gaze, as well as the strange soul light cluster in his arms.
"Are you still alive?"
Rita's magnetic voice sounded in Jerry's ear, tone carrying a trace of worry but more playfulness: "Don't die on me, or Minerva will tear me apart. And if you live, she owes me one... no, two headline stories!"
Jerry struggled to lift his head. He tried to speak but could only emit weak, broken gasps.
Jerry's body could no longer feel any pain because even his pain nerves were torn to pieces by the spatial force.
Even with the boost of those magical accessories on his body, forcibly withstanding the backlash of such a powerful cross-plane teleportation array with his flesh, Jerry's body had been torn by the rippling space-time energy into something resembling glass fiber, fragile and transparent.
Were it not for these magical accessories still working, he would have turned to dust long ago.
"...Save... her!" Jerry squeezed these two words out of his dry throat with all his strength, his gaze fixed dead on the nearly transparent soul light spot in his arms.
Rita was slightly stunned, then tilted her head in sudden realization. The camera on her chest, as if alive, clicked and flashed.
The next second, an incredible scene occurred.
Jerry, along with the Erica soul light cluster he hugged tightly, disappeared on the spot!
Immediately after, a palm-sized black-and-white photo appeared out of thin air in Rita's hand.
In the photo, Jerry's dust-covered, tired yet smiling face and the white halo in his arms were frozen.
Everything in the photo was in a completely static state, motionless, as if time were completely solidified.
Clack, clack, clack, clack...
A rush of high heels, almost out of control, approached from far to near, breaking the habitual morgue-like silence of the Ministry of Magic's Medical Division corridor.
The owner of this sound clearly didn't care about maintaining her usual composure and elegance; every step seemed to hammer on the listener's heart with her heels.
Rita Skeeter leaned against the cold white door of the Medical Division, tapping a beat boredly on the cover of the notebook in her hand with her signature quill.
She heard the sound but didn't look up, only a playful smile curling the corner of her mouth imperceptibly.
Finally, the figure rushed in front of her with a gust of fragrance and rapid panting.
The comer was Minerva McGonagall.
Minerva McGonagall had clearly just rushed over directly from the podium.
She was still wearing that dark green, conservative and dignified wizarding robe. The lace edge of the collar rose and fell slightly due to rapid breathing.
A few strands of hair escaped from Minerva McGonagall's usually meticulously combed bun, sticking to her cheeks, which appeared overly pale due to running and anxiety; sweat soaked her temples.
In the eyes of this Transfiguration professor known for strictness and meticulousness at Hogwarts, panic she tried hard to suppress but still surged turbulently filled her gaze, sharp as an eagle's.
Her full breasts rose and fell with violent panting, propping up the robe into a thrilling arc.
Rita's sharp eyes, like a scavenger bird's, lifted lazily from the notebook in her hand. Her gaze didn't land on McGonagall's anxious face first, but glanced with interest under the female professor's skirt hem.
Yes, just as she had glimpsed under the flying conservative skirt hem when McGonagall ran over madly—black, slightly shimmering stockings tightly wrapped her shapely calves, usually completely hidden by the robe, going all the way up into that deeper, imagination-provoking shadow.
The high heels weren't particularly slender but were enough to set off her unique mature female body curves, front and back, even more upright.
For Rita, the trace of wretchedness and charm revealed by such a woman who paid attention to deportment and was rigorous to the point of rigidity when panicked was far more interesting than any headline news.
McGonagall swallowed the sob rushing to her lips and the fear in her heart of Jerry's possible misfortune that seemed to devour her. Pinching her throat, she stared dead at Rita and asked word by word in a hoarse, almost tone-changed voice:
"Where is... Jerry?"
"Heh."
Rita chuckled lazily, not taking McGonagall's questioning to heart at all.
Instead, she found the other party's anxious and fearful appearance exceptionally interesting. She simply put away the notebook in her hand, unhurriedly raised the old camera on her chest, the dark lens aimed precisely at McGonagall's tear-stained pretty face.
"Don't move, dear Minerva. Let me record this historic moment for you... 'Heartbroken Hogwarts Professor runs for love at the Ministry,' what a great headline!"
Click!
The shutter sounded crisply, and the flash lit up.
However, at the same instant, the smile on Rita's face froze.
She only felt a creeping chill suddenly come from the place behind her that should have been empty. Immediately after, a fluffy, uncontrollable feeling rushed out violently from her tailbone.
A fluffy, smooth, fiery red fox tail, over a meter long, just "grew" out from under her robe like that, flicking restlessly in the air.
"Ah!"
Rita screamed strangely as if really a cat whose tail was stepped on, bouncing up from the chair.
Rita looked back in horror at the tail behind her that didn't listen to orders at all, pointing at McGonagall in exasperation, voice sharp enough to cut glass: "McGonagall! You bitch! What did you do to me? I saved your little lover! And you actually use this prank magic against me!"
McGonagall couldn't be bothered to waste a word with her, a cold light flashing in her eyes.
Seeing her murderous look, Rita immediately backed down, hurriedly pointing to the emergency room door next to her with the glaring red "Resuscitating" light on.
Getting the direction, McGonagall's figure instantly blurred. With a slight pop, she Apparated directly, vanishing on the spot and appearing inside the emergency room.
However, the scene inside the emergency room made McGonagall stand frozen on the spot, her mind blank.
There was no medical equipment here at all, but a strange space filled with the breath of life and rich floral fragrance.
In the center of the room, on a bed made of huge, soft living flower petals, two bodies were entangled.
One was Jerry, whom she thought of day and night, now eyes closed tight, face flushed, seeming to endure some kind of pain and bliss.
The other was a "woman" far taller and more voluptuous than ordinary women, beautiful beyond mortal measure.
She possessed waterfall-like emerald green long hair, skin white as top-grade suet jade, dotted with golden pollen.
Her features were exquisite, eyes like flowing green emeralds, currently looking at the boy beneath her, several sizes smaller, with silky charm.
She was the Flower Sprite, and the so-called "treatment" was the most primitive and effective exchange of life force.
The Flower Sprite's voluptuous, hot body was sitting completely on Jerry's waist and abdomen in a backward-leaning posture.
Her mature, full buttocks, far beyond ordinary people, squeezed and ground on Jerry's firm lower abdomen with her movements, forming two thrilling waves of flesh.
And from the key part connecting the two, blushing squelch, squelch sounds came continuously.
That sound was the huge spear, completely inconsistent with Jerry's age, being greedily swallowed and spat by the Flower Sprite's wet, tight passage.
Every time the Flower Sprite sank her waist, that giant object would penetrate unreservedly deep into the deepest part of her body, poking her lower abdomen into a prominent bulge.
The entire room was filled with a strange, cloying scent mixed with floral fragrance and desire.
"Mmh... little guy, your life force... is really tenacious... and... too big..."
While moving up and down actively with a seemingly slow but highly skilled rhythm, the Flower Sprite let out intermittent moans with her voice like sounds of nature.
She extended two hands, propping on Jerry's chest, which was still tender but already had the outline of firm muscles, feeling the boy's rapid, powerful heartbeat due to excessive stimulation.
Squelch... squelch...
The sticky water sound became louder and louder. Transparent liquid mixed with golden pollen dripped slowly down the edge of the bed from the gaps of the petal bed.
Jerry's brows were furrowed tight, seeming to experience something in a dream.
The pain of his body being torn apart was being rapidly repaired by the life force injected by the Flower Sprite, but at the same time, the extreme wrapping and sucking sensation from deep within the Flower Sprite's body made Jerry's young body experience unprecedented pleasure that almost made his soul leave his body.
Jerry's hands unconsciously grasped the petal sheets beneath him tightly. His waist cooperated with the Flower Sprite's movements, thrusting upward, each time as if wanting to smash his all fiercely into that warm, wet abyss.
Creak!
With a light sound, the heavy door of the emergency room was quietly pulled open a crack.
Rita's head with signature curly hair poked in. A pair of eyes flashing with the light of gossip locked precisely onto the erotic scene in the center of the room instantly.
"Oh... my god..."
She mouthed silently, the expression on her face undisguised excitement and ecstasy.
Like a cat discovering stolen fish, Rita tiptoed in. The old camera in her hand was already raised high by her, ready to record this "exclusive scoop" enough to detonate the entire wizarding world.
Of course, the camera lens included McGonagall standing aside, dumbfounded.
However, just as Rita prepared to press the shutter, an extremely weird and strong strange feeling suddenly shot up from the most private part between Rita's legs!
That feeling was as if something inside Rita's body was trying to break out uncontrollably and impatiently!
Rita's movement froze, and the camera lowered from her eyes.
Rita's face burned red like a ripe apple instantly, even her ear roots scalding hot.
Rita clamped her legs almost instinctively. In those eyes always sharp and mean, pure shame and horror appeared for the first time.
She turned her head sharply, staring dead at Minerva standing by the door, also flushed and weak, screaming:
"Minerva! That place... you can't! You can't! Stop! You perverted woman!"
But it was too late.
Although Rita resisted desperately, that magic still created a bizarre scene under her skirt hem.
A phantom of a fiery red fox tail struggled under her skirt, flickering a few times, but ultimately failed to grow out successfully.
However, in the air of that area, glistening liquid droplets appeared out of thin air, as if forcibly squeezed out from some extremely moist place, carrying a strange sweet scent.
What was even more jaw-dropping was that directly above that looming tail phantom, a pair of pale purple translucent lace panties was awkwardly pulled out of her body by magical force, hanging in the air, swaying slightly.
"Ahhhhh!"
Rita's scream finally completely pierced the silence of this room filled with ambiguous water sounds and moans.
This sudden scream filled with horror and shame was like a thunderbolt, directly hitting Jerry, who was on the edge of bliss and pain.
The boy's tightly closed eyes opened abruptly. Those eyes, still carrying a trace of confusion, contracted suddenly upon seeing the scene in the room.
His body, which had been tense all along, reached a critical point due to this sudden fright and mental shock.
"Ugh... ah!"
Jerry let out a short, unsuppressible muffled groan. The spear, which had been tightly wrapped and constantly swallowed by the Flower Sprite, slammed fiercely with unprecedented force in the deepest part of the flower demon's body. Immediately after, streams of scorching liquid carrying abundant life essence erupted like a volcano, all entering the deepest part of the Flower Sprite's warm, wet body.
"Eek...!"
The Flower Sprite was also stimulated by this sudden violent eruption, trembling violently all over.
Her beautiful emerald eyes widened instantly, pupils dilating, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.
Almost at the same moment, with the injection of that massive life energy, the Flower Sprite's whole body suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling green luster like emerald!
That light was so rich and pure, illuminating the entire room into a green ocean.
In the light, the Flower Sprite's body, originally somewhat illusory due to excessive consumption, was becoming solid and full at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The spots of pollen on her body shone again as if endowed with life. That powerful life aura originating from divinity recovered to its peak state instantly.
Jerry... was completely healed.
When the green light completely dissipated, the room returned to its original lighting.
Jerry felt as if he had awakened from a long, chaotic dream. His body was filled with unprecedented strength and vitality; the pain of being torn into fibers before was gone.
He gently pushed the soft, warm body on him.
The Flower Sprite demon rolled her eyes back, a trace of satisfied saliva at the corner of her mouth, having fainted long ago, limp on his body like mud.
It took Jerry some effort to push her away, letting her slide onto the petal bed beside him.
He sat up somewhat bewildered, looking around, not figuring out the situation for a moment.
Clack, clack, clack...
Crisp, heavy high heel sounds came from the direction of the door; each beat struck Jerry's heartstrings.
He looked up. When he saw clearly the comer's face, both familiar and filled with complex emotions, all confusion and bewilderment vanished instantly, replaced by a heartfelt, relieved sense of security.
It was Professor McGonagall.
Jerry heaved a long sigh of relief, as if all the hardships and slaughter just experienced became unimportant because of the appearance of this woman before him.
To confirm this wasn't another hallucination before death, he raised his hand and slapped himself.
Slap! Crisp and loud.
The burning pain from his cheek was so real.
Jerry grinned, revealing a survivors', somewhat silly smile: "Professor, it seems... this isn't a dream."
However, before his voice fell, Professor McGonagall had already walked to the bedside in a few steps on those long legs wrapped in black stockings.
Her eyes, always carrying strictness and wisdom, now burned like two dark flames, staring dead at the huge spear on Jerry's lower body, slightly flaccid due to the eruption just now but still shocking in size, even stained with the Flower Sprite's transparent love fluid and white semen spots.
Without any warning.
Professor McGonagall bent down. That full body wrapped tightly in robes, carrying an unquestionable aura of dominance, leaned close to Jerry.
Reaching out, she grabbed Jerry's giant object, still dripping liquid, forcefully.
"Ugh!"
A muffled groan indistinguishable between pain and satisfaction came from Jerry's throat. That spear, far exceeding ordinary people even in a flaccid state, was held by her slender palm, almost filling it.
McGonagall could even feel the warm flesh pulsating slightly with Jerry's heartbeat in her palm.
Then, McGonagall began to knead and stroke up and down forcefully.
McGonagall's movements weren't gentle, even carrying a trace of punishment-like roughness.
Finger pads and knuckles rubbed forcefully against every inch of skin on the spear, spreading those sticky liquids on the shaft, making squelch, squelch wet water sounds.
McGonagall pressed and rubbed the tip, abnormally sensitive due to the orgasm just now, forcefully with her thumb, trying to awaken it again.
Leaning down, warm breath sprayed in Jerry's ear. That voice always issuing strict orders was now pressed extremely low, raspy and sexy; every word sounded squeezed through her teeth:
"You'd better... make me believe you were really in a coma just now."
McGonagall's hand increased force, stroking speed getting faster and faster.
That flaccid giant object couldn't resist at all under such rough and direct stimulation, beginning to re-engorge, expand, and harden at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Show proof, Jerry."
Professor McGonagall's voice carried a dangerous tremor. She pinched Jerry's chin with her other hand, forcing him to look into her eyes filled with desire and possessiveness: "Prove to me, to what extent can your body... perform without your consciousness!"
Jerry was no longer a passive recipient and let go of inner concerns.
Looking up to meet McGonagall's blazing eyes, his body leaned forward slightly following the force she applied.
"Since Professor is so curious..."
Jerry's voice was slightly hoarse, yet filled with mature charm inconsistent with his age.
Jerry gave her no chance to refuse. at such close distance, Jerry tilted his head back suddenly, accurately capturing those soft lips, slightly parted due to excitement and painted with bright lipstick.
"Mmh!"
McGonagall's body stiffened abruptly, a stifled exclamation coming from her throat.
She instinctively wanted to struggle, but Jerry's kissing technique allowed no separation.
This kiss lasted for over ten seconds until McGonagall's body went completely soft. That hand pressing Jerry's chin also lost strength, instinctively wanting to hug him back.
And Jerry, feeling her body's compliance, slowly left her lips with a smirk.
Jerry didn't let go of McGonagall. That young yet deep face wore a hint of frivolity, thumb gently rubbing McGonagall's slightly swollen lower lip.
Jerry extended his tongue tip, licking the lipstick on her lips slightly blurred by the intense collision, then smacked his lips as if savoring.
"This shade... doesn't taste good."
Jerry commented lightly, as if just tasting a dessert with mediocre flavor.
McGonagall's cheeks were completely red through, not only because of the intense kiss just now and Jerry's frivolous behavior but also because he was responding to her with a certain part of his body at this moment.
McGonagall felt that giant object in her palm beating violently, could even feel the endless power inside the meat root.
Jerry used his own hand to wrap around McGonagall's palm holding the spear tightly.
Jerry's fingers were warm and powerful, forming a sharp contrast with Professor McGonagall's cold, delicate hand.
Jerry guided her hand, letting Professor McGonagall feel more clearly the "evidence" rapidly recovering to its peak state.
"You know me, Professor."
Jerry's voice was full of teasing, "I am... exceptionally gifted."
Just as Jerry's voice fell, the meat root held in McGonagall's palm, as if responding to his declaration, jumped forcefully!
That exuberant vitality and passion impacted McGonagall's senses directly through her palm, making the long-suppressed desire deep inside her body boil completely.
"Is that so?"
McGonagall's voice carried a rasp, mellow and alluring like aged wine.
McGonagall leaned forward, pressing tightly against Jerry, almost completely enveloping his somewhat lean body in her shadow.
Mature, full breasts rubbed tightly against Jerry's cheek through the fabric.
As if to swallow Jerry, McGonagall used the hand holding the spear to pull and twist hard, dragging Jerry's lower body to stick to her.
The scorching spear pressed against the wet, soft fabric between her legs not yet completely dry from the slit of McGonagall's skirt, as if feeling a suction force from the abyss.
"Then you'd better—make me unable to get out of bed tomorrow morning!"
This sentence was like a war drum exploding on Jerry's reason, completely awakening the deepest wildness in his heart.
In this atmosphere full of primal tension, Rita Skeeter's untimely figure poked out from the door crack again.
Her eyes flashed with excitement. Ignoring her just-recovered physical condition, the camera in her hand was raised again, greedily wanting to capture this shocking scene.
However, just as she held her breath, ready to press the shutter, an unbearable numbness and swelling sensation rushed up from her lower body again.
Rita's movement froze in mid-air; that "click" of the shutter stuck in her throat completely.
She cursed, face turning purple, covering her skirt hem unwillingly again, trying to suppress that uncontrollable growth.
But this time, that force was more tyrannical, more thorough than before!
"Oh!" Rita let out a short moan full of shame and indignation.
Another fiery red fox tail with fluffy fur and bewitching aura finally broke through the obstruction uncontrollably and completely. As if alive, it curled high up. This time no longer illusory, and the purple lace panties that appeared once before swayed proudly in the air like a trophy!
The fur on the tail was still stained with glistening water droplets just now, sparkling under the light!
"Minerva, you... bitch!"