Inside a conference hall deep beneath the Ministry of Magic, the originally solemn and oppressive atmosphere turned subtle with the appearance of a young boy.
Jerry sat upright beside Professor McGonagall, dressed in a suit, looking somewhat out of place.
His appearance broke a convention held by this Ministry building for centuries—this was a hall of orthodoxy and order. The orphan of a Dark Wizard family once judged here, by rights, had no qualification to step foot in this place.
However, today's Jerry received everyone's tacit approval.
His pale face and the slight unnaturalness in his gait all indicated what kind of life-and-death battle he had just finished.
And this was exactly why Jerry could sit here.
Since the Wizard Legion began the gradual occupation and development of the world invaded by the Tyranids and discovered extremely rich resources, Jerry's achievements had risen at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From initial auxiliary exploration to turning the tide of battle in strange ways at critical moments, the name Jerry was gradually circulating among the nobles who held the core power of the wizarding world.
But what truly made Jerry the focus and attracted the gazes of all the heavyweights present was his feat on the battlefield of not hesitating to use his own body as the node for a cross-plane teleportation array.
This was not only an unprecedentedly dangerous act but also an extreme expansion of wizarding array theory, nothing short of a miracle.
Therefore, in the conference hall, whether they were the oldest Wizengamot members, powerful Ministry officials, or reclusive and highly respected old wizards, they all cast glances at the boy sitting next to Professor McGonagall from time to time.
In their eyes, there was curiosity, scrutiny, appreciation, and... a trace of complex rumination.
Many people's thoughts inevitably returned to that massive wizarding civil war back then.
The Rosier family, as a once-prominent Pure-blood family, suffered the fate of being almost uprooted. While it was true that their members were involved in a heinous number of murders...
If one were to talk about true innocence, during that wizarding civil war, whose hands were truly clean?
Who didn't have a few innocent lives on their hands?
Punishing the Rosier family, in that complex political environment back then, was less a judgment of justice and more a case of "shooting the bird that sticks its head out" to warn the others.
After all, the number of wizards claiming "Dark Wizard" identity back then occupied almost half of the wizarding world. Yet few were severely punished in the end; most just went to Azkaban for a few years, or were fined some Galleons to symbolically weaken family power, and then some powerful family wizards were sent to the front lines for service.
The Rosier family and a few other Pure-blood families annihilated by "thunderous strikes" were more pushed out to take the blame, becoming "sacrifices" under the compromise of all parties.
From a certain perspective, the Rosier family actually blocked the knife named "Sanction" for a crowd of implicated Pure-blood families back then.
Therefore, over the years, many people overtly or covertly owed the Rosier family, or rather those who should have been "fellow sufferers," a favor.
And this favor was only partially repaid today, in a silent way, on this orphan, Jerry Rosier.
"Everyone, everyone!"
A loud and majestic voice broke the atmosphere of whispers in the conference hall.
Following the voice, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge, wearing his signature pinstriped suit and bowler hat, strode into the council chamber.
His face wore his usual confidence and a hint of just-right fatigue.
Following closely beside him was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, also his wife—Amelia.
Today, Amelia wore a tailored dark women's suit; the fitted cut outlined the voluptuous curves unique to a mature woman.
Silky black stockings tightly wrapped her straight, slender calves, extending under her short skirt. The heels of her patent leather high heels made a crisp sound every time they landed, forming a sharp contrast with Fudge's steady steps.
The moment Amelia stepped into the room, her gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept directly from Fudge's side to Jerry sitting next to Professor McGonagall.
Those eyes, which usually reviewed boring legal documents all year round, now flickered with a trace of irrepressible excitement and appreciation.
She winked at Jerry. The action wasn't quite flirtatious, yet enough to convey an ambiguity and approval only the two of them could understand.
The corner of her mouth also quietly hooked into a meaningful smile, as if expecting something interesting to happen.
Jerry could almost feel the naked desire in Amelia's eyes for the "talents" his body had just displayed.
Professor McGonagall sitting beside him curled her lips, her finger floating a light middle finger in Amelia's direction, while softly saying: "Bitch!"
With Minister Fudge's arrival, the entire conference room quieted down immediately.
Everyone's eyes focused on the center, waiting for one of the few highest administrative officers in the wizarding world to speak.
As the Minister for Magic, although Fudge wasn't one of the most powerful wizards in individual strength—after all, there were monsters like Dumbledore pressing ahead—he wasn't that bad either.
Otherwise, he couldn't have sat firmly in that position for so many years, navigating with ease in the intricate wizarding politics.
Fudge cleared his throat, his eyes sweeping over everyone present, then began his report today, first regarding the situation on the front lines: "Ladies and gentlemen present, the magical world we live in has never been an isolated island.
Our expeditionary legion has also encountered new challenges in exploring the new world."
Fudge paused, his tone becoming somewhat grave: "Friction with the Pseudo-Olympus Pantheon world cluster has intensified recently.
Those false gods suspected to be of the Olympic pantheon have made some small moves, trying to extend influence to the new world we are exploring.
We have issued a solemn warning. If they continue to try to interfere in our affairs, the expeditionary legion will take tougher measures."
Speaking of this, brief discussions arose in the conference hall, but subsided quickly because Minister Fudge soon cut to the next topic, which was also his key point today: "Second point, related to the previous world exploration report."
His gaze swept over everyone's faces, finally landing on Jerry with a trace of obvious approval.
"As everyone knows, the little guy from the Rosier family—Jerry Rosier—single-handedly explored and guided the Wizard Legion to successfully enter a world occupied by the Tyranids.
But this is not all.
Our survey found that besides the world Jerry personally explored, behind that World Crystal Wall, there are also many small or medium-sized worlds attached.
The scale of the entire world cluster isn't too huge, but definitely not to be underestimated."
Fudge's words were full of temptation: "However, due to the Tyranids, the environment in those worlds mostly appears dead, with life cut off.
The vast majority of creatures were extinct or assimilated long ago. Only some tenacious natives similar to flower sprites managed to survive.
These lives were eroded by the energy pollution and chaos brought by the Zerg invasion but still retained primitive magical attributes and were not assimilated.
Through efforts, we have established preliminary contact with them.
Upon learning our intentions, these Flower Sprite magical creatures expressed a strong desire to join the wizarding world, seeking asylum, and are willing to submit to us, becoming a subsidiary race of wizards. We will grant them considerable preferential treatment, thereby fully obtaining the occupation rights of this world cluster, because they are the last magical creature natives in this world cluster still maintaining independent consciousness."
Fudge's voice gradually became impassioned: "Given their special nature, we propose absorbing them into the wizarding world, giving corresponding protection and guidance, and using this as a springboard to consolidate our foothold in that world cluster."
With his words, stacks of parchment scrolls detailing the Flower Sprite race were distributed to the wizards present.
After brief reading and discussion, Minister Fudge organized a vote.
Unsurprisingly, after seeing the information and potential value of those Flower Sprite magical creatures, most people chose to approve.
The voting parchments were collected one by one.
While waiting for the vote count, Minister Fudge continued to narrate the history of that world probed by the Wizard Legion, which was also Jerry's earliest guess.
"According to the Wizard Legion's analysis of local energy residues and information provided by the Flower Sprites, we speculate that about 500 years ago in that world's era, which is over 600 years ago in wizarding history, a heavily injured Tyranid Hive Queen, while being chased by her original enemies, accidentally broke into that world cluster through a crack in the shattered World Crystal Wall."
Fudge slowed his speech, carrying a heaviness of revealing historical truth: "Using the spatial storms and time laws constantly flowing on the World Crystal Wall, she cleverly evaded the enemy's pursuit and lurked to recuperate.
In the following hundred years, this cunning Hive Queen gradually recovered her vitality.
At the same time, she also began to heavily damage the biological environment of that world cluster in her unique way, transforming it into a hotbed for the Tyranids."
He scanned the councilors present, waiting until everyone digested this information before throwing out the real bombshell: "However! In this world cluster ravaged by the Zerg, we discovered extremely rich deposits of Mythril and Arcanite!"
As soon as this statement came out, a low uproar erupted instantly in the conference hall.
Mythril and Arcanite, the two most precious and rare metals in the magical world, were not only superb materials for manufacturing top-level magical equipment and brewing potions but also core substances for constructing large rune arrays and driving spatial teleportation devices!
"For the Tyranids, these are veins they can't gnaw on; they cannot utilize such mineral deposits.
But for us wizards, this is a once-in-a-lifetime, first-class treasure!"
Fudge's voice was full of excitement: "Moreover, exploration reports show that the scale of these veins is expanding further, and their potential value is immeasurable!"
Fudge waved his hand vigorously, making the final conclusion: "So, one of the upcoming agendas will be that Hogwarts and other wizarding colleges will establish new disciplines. From now on, we will concentrate resources to train a batch of professional wizards specifically responsible for excavating and refining Mythril and Arcanite veins, as well as making magical artifacts related to these rare metals!"
After Minister Fudge finished speaking, the previous round of voting on the affiliation of the Flower Sprite race had ended.
The result of the vote count would soon be displayed on the huge crystal ball suspended in the center of the hall.
The huge crystal ball suspended in the center of the hall, after flickering briefly, steadily displayed a line of clear, gilded large characters composed of magic power—"Approved."
The voting result was suspense-free.
The wizards present were not surprised by this; many even showed satisfied smiles.
Minister Fudge also nodded with satisfaction. He didn't dwell on this matter but turned his gaze to another corner of the venue. His voice carried an unquestionable authority as he called out directly:
"Mr. Jerry Rosier."
Almost at the same time, all eyes focused on the boy who had been sitting quietly next to Professor McGonagall like iron filings attracted by a magnet.
Jerry stood up calmly.
There was no expression on Jerry's still-boyish face, but his deep eyes were undisturbed, as if he had long anticipated this moment.
But Jerry could feel Professor McGonagall's body beside him tense instantly; the hand on her knee subconsciously clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white.
Minister Fudge looked at Jerry standing up, a formulaic yet sincere smile appearing on his face.
His voice, boosted by magic, echoed in every corner of the conference hall, clear and powerful:
"Mr. Jerry Rosier, although born into the Rosier family that once brought huge pain to the magical world!" He deliberately emphasized the word "once": "But back then, he was just an infant in swaddling clothes.
I believe there is no evidence to represent that a child who can't even speak must also be a heinous Dark Wizard.
Therefore, under my strong advocacy back then, we did not pursue his responsibility."
Fudge looked around the hall. His remarks were both to clear Jerry's name and to highlight his own "foresight" back then.
"Facts have proved that my choice was correct."
Fudge raised his volume, tone full of affirmation: "Mr. Jerry Rosier, although he is only eleven years old now and not as tall as many wizards present.
However, he possesses the most precious, tenacious character of our wizards, and the noblest quality I have ever seen!"
Fudge pointed at Jerry, like displaying a rare treasure: "Even when he was heavily injured and dying, his body almost torn apart by spatial power, he still didn't forget his mission and desperately protected the pure and flawless soul of a companion!
On this point, I think many members of the frontline legion present can testify."
A low murmur of approval rang out in the conference hall.
Fudge pressed his hand down with satisfaction, signaling everyone to be quiet.
Then, he threw out the true core topic of today's meeting, a heavy proposal enough to change the power structure of the entire wizarding world.
"So I believe that although the old Rosier family was once removed from the list of the Sacred Twenty-Eight as a Dark Wizard family, that history has passed.
Today, a brand-new Rosier family will rejoin the Pure-blood wizards under the witness of all of us!"
Fudge's words detonated like a depth charge on a calm lake surface.
"To distinguish from the past!" Fudge's voice was full of unquestionable decisiveness: "I propose adding a word 'Saint' representing rebirth and glory in front of the new family name!
From now on, there is only the 'Saint Rosier' family!"
"And the contemporary head of the family, rightfully, is this Mr. Jerry Saint Rosier who has made immortal contributions to our magical world!"
Jerry's body shook slightly, while Professor McGonagall beside him raised her head abruptly, eyes filled with incredible shock.
Fudge seemed not to see everyone's reaction. He continued to arrange follow-up matters in an unquestionable tone: "However, considering that Mr. Saint Rosier has not yet graduated from Hogwarts and has not completed the standard Wizarding Level Exams, he may lack experience in handling family affairs.
Therefore..."
His gaze landed precisely on Professor McGonagall's face, which was written with shock and astonishment.
"I propose that Ms. Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and Transfiguration Professor, temporarily serve as Mr. Saint Rosier's legal guardian.
Before Mr. Saint Rosier comes of age and officially graduates, Professor McGonagall will fully assist Mr. Saint Rosier in operating and managing all internal and external affairs of the new Pure-blood family.
Gentlemen... any objections?"
When Minister Fudge's voice fell, Jerry and Professor McGonagall's gazes met briefly in the air.
Just by this one look, the two completed an exchange incomprehensible to others.
Jerry saw the shock and a trace of hidden worry in McGonagall's eyes.
McGonagall's lipstick-coated lips pursed slightly. A voice transmitted by magic that only Jerry could hear drilled precisely into his ear:
"The Pirate Act!"
Jerry's heart skipped a beat, understanding everything instantly.
The real purpose behind Minister Fudge's fanfare "performance" today was revealed clearly.
Yes, the Pirate Act.
This was an act closely related to the pioneering history of the wizarding world, ancient enough to be almost forgotten.
This act was born in the barbaric era when wizards were still exploring unknown corners of the earth. Most of its content had been voted to be abolished with the establishment of order in the magical world.
However, one core clause was miraculously retained due to its potential value applicable to the future—that was the Lordship Act.
In the ancient Age of Sail, wizards often took Muggle ships to explore overseas.
Whenever a new, ownerless island was discovered, to prevent unnecessary bloodshed between wizards over territory, the Pirate Act came into being.
Its core rule was simple and crude: whoever lands on the island first owns the legal ownership of the island.
Now, wizards' gazes were no longer limited to the small earth; they extended their greedy tentacles to the endless star sea and world clusters.
The object of that ancient Pirate Act naturally became those brand-new worlds never set foot on by wizards.
Jerry, as the first wizard to step into that world ravaged by Tyranids which hadn't been named yet, although appointed by the Wizard Legion, the fact of "entering first" was ironclad and indisputable.
Under the protection of the Pirate Act, he was the natural legal Lord of that world!
Although, with Jerry's current strength and status, this title of "Lord" was just an empty shell, what it represented behind was the power to obtain permanent and substantial profit sharing from the Mythril and Arcanite deposits contained in that world cluster, enough to make the entire magical world crazy!
Everything Fudge did today was paving the way for this pie of benefits.
He was preparing to use Jerry's signboard of "Lord" to firmly control the benefits of those mineral deposits in the hands of himself and the Ministry.
For this, Fudge naturally had to spare no effort to curry favor with Jerry first, clearing away all negative political impacts brought by the Rosier family on Jerry at once.
However, although Fudge's calculation was loud, it also immediately aroused strong opposition from many wizard councilors and officials of other Ministry factions present.
"Minister! This is against the rules!"
An old wizard with a goatee stood up immediately. "Mythril and Arcanite deposits are wealth belonging to the entire wizarding world. How can a child decide their ownership!"
"Correct! The Lordship Act is outdated and not applicable to today's Astral Plane pioneering!"
Another family representative echoed.
Noisy opposition rose one after another.
Everyone reacted immediately. No one said much about the rehabilitation of the Rosier family because they all understood Fudge's purpose, and they were too lazy to argue about this unimportant issue.
After all, Jerry's contribution was indeed enough. Instead, they hit the core of the problem directly—how to divide the cake?
The scale of Mythril and Arcanite deposits was indeed huge, and there were more deposits waiting to be discovered in the future, but the cake was only so big. If an extra person appeared out of thin air to cut a big piece, it meant that everyone present would have to eat less.
This touched everyone's fundamental interests.
Amidst this chaos, Jerry felt his calf being kicked gently.
Jerry looked down and saw Professor McGonagall's foot wearing that black high heel touching him neither lightly nor heavily.
She shook her head slightly at Jerry, eyes full of warning, signaling Jerry absolutely not to accept this hot potato of benefits in public.
At the same time, Professor McGonagall looked up, glaring fiercely at Minister Fudge standing in the center with angry eyes that almost spewed fire.
And Fudge pretended not to see her murderous gaze, only an uncontrollable wry smile of helplessness mixed with a little slyness appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the scene intensifying and about to turn into a noisy market, Jerry knocked gently on the table and cleared his throat. That crisp voice carrying steadiness inconsistent with his age echoed in the council hall:
"Respected Wizard Councilors, Ministry officials, renowned powerful wizards, ladies and gentlemen, I have something to say."
Jerry turned his head, giving Professor McGonagall a reassuring look, signaling her to be at ease. Then, he bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Minister Fudge, for bringing the Rosier family back to the vision of the wizarding world and giving the family and myself this precious recognition.
I represent the Rosier family to thank you all with a bow!"
Jerry's voice revealed sincerity, then changed the subject: "The Rosier family did commit many sins in the past; this is an undeniable fact.
The family also suffered the severest punishment for this.
Regarding this, I appreciate Minister Fudge's kindness, but the word 'Saint'... the Rosier family is unworthy.
Being able to return to the wizarding world, the Rosier family is already grateful to tears."
Jerry's tone was humble but firm, making Fudge's face change slightly, obviously not expecting Jerry to directly refuse the bestowed word 'Saint'.
However, Jerry didn't pause and continued to throw out the second bombshell.
"As for the Pirate Act and the Lordship Act treaty within, I also feel that I don't deserve the reward."
Jerry's gaze swept over all the councilors with varying expressions present. "Entering that world relied entirely on the advance reconnaissance and exploration of powerful wizards and the perfect plan precisely designed by the Ministry.
This is not my credit alone. Although I did have some meager credit, it is not enough to inherit the heavy title of 'Natural Lord' in the Pirate Act, so naturally, I have no right to distribute the huge benefits within."
Fudge's face sank completely. He wanted to stop him, but Jerry's clear voice allowed no interruption, full of emotional outburst.
"But!
The law is the law; the rules existing in the wizarding world are the rules!"
Jerry's voice rose suddenly, carrying an unquestionable awe-inspiring righteousness: "Before this act is voted to be abolished, I can only helplessly accept the title of 'Lord' passively!
However, regarding all related benefits generated by all mineral deposits in that world, I voluntarily donate all proceeds to the Ministry of Magic!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Everyone's breathing stopped; silence reigned.
A trace of admiration flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes.
"—As the Rosier family's final... final Indulgence!"
As Jerry spoke, tears actually sparkled in his eyes. He seemed unable to control his emotions, saying with deep feeling and choking sobs: "Of course, I also hope Minister Fudge and everyone present can agree to a small... really just a small request of mine..."
Jerry raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eye. Although his cheeks were flushed from excessive excitement, those eyes were unusually clear, as if piercing through layers of disguise, reaching the depths of the soul.
"Regarding the evil race of Tyranids, I believe everyone knows a lot!"
Jerry's voice carried deep hatred: "They, or rather the Mother Bug, as the only subject consciousness in the hive mind, all creatures devoured by it... their souls... will be imprisoned in its thought soul projection, becoming its slaves, enduring endless torture.
This is inhumane and disgusting!"
Jerry was almost crying out complaints: "But I also know that Tyranids are, after all, an extremely rare magical creature with high research value.
Rashly releasing all imprisoned souls within might produce some regrettable, uncontrollable consequences..."
Jerry's voice trembled. Tears rolled down his cheeks, wetting the shirt on his chest.
He said in an almost pleading tone: "But my... my companions, their souls occupy only one in a billion of the billions of souls imprisoned by the Tyranid Mother Bug.
I want to release them and... and forge new bodies for them!"
Jerry wiped away his tears, his tone sincere and carrying the weight of a vow: "Of course!
To prevent everyone's doubts, and to prevent the Tyranid Hive Queen from using this to be reborn in a new shell.
I, Jerry Rosier, am willing to sign the most ancient soul contract with them at the cost of my life!
Let them become my Guardian Knights, protecting me and the wizarding world forever! Thus resolutely never endangering the entire magical world!"
As Jerry spoke, he was already sobbing uncontrollably, his shoulders shaking violently. He seemed trapped in immense grief and pleading, looking so fragile and helpless, yet filled with unquestionable determination.
Clap... clap... clap...
A crisp and rhythmic applause suddenly rang out from the first row of the conference hall.
In this venue that had fallen into deathly silence due to shock, the applause seemed exceptionally clear, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The one applauding was none other than Albus Dumbledore, sitting in the very front row, white beard hanging to his chest, always wearing half-moon spectacles as if knowing everything.
A gentle and gratified smile was on his face. Those blue eyes, always twinkling with wisdom, were now gazing at the boy who still had tear stains and whose shoulders were still trembling slightly.
Although he could see through this orphan of the Rosier family less and less.
This child's shrewdness and scheming far exceeded anything appropriate for his age, even reminding him of two other students who were equally gifted but eventually went astray.
But... Dumbledore looked into Jerry's eyes, which were still clear despite being filled with tears, and felt a long-lost relief in his heart.
However, this child, at least so far, showed a loyalty and righteousness far superior to those two peerless geniuses whose souls were swallowed by ambition and power.
A child willing to give up wealth enough to make the whole world crazy for the souls of his companions, no matter his means, his essence... wouldn't be too bad.
Seeing Dumbledore, recognized as the paramount figure in the magical world, applaud first was like a clear signal being sent.
Immediately after, many members belonging to the Order of the Phoenix sitting in the venue also applauded one after another.
They might not see as far as Dumbledore, but they trusted their leader's judgment and were genuinely moved by the boy's act of "abandoning profit for righteousness."
Applause spread like ripples. Soon, those powerful independent wizards who had remained neutral and came just to observe also began to applaud.
The way they looked at Jerry was full of appreciation and a hint of playfulness.
This little guy's move was simply too beautiful!
Retreating to advance, exchanging a profit everyone coveted but was too hot to handle for a request full of "humanitarian care" that no one could refuse.
This was not just cleverness, but a precise grasp of the psychology of everyone present.
The most interesting scene occurred.
Those wizard councilors and family representatives who had been clamoring the loudest just now, almost flipping the table over the "dividing the cake" issue, after a brief stun, actually showed relieved smiles and applauded enthusiastically.
Since Jerry had voluntarily given up this huge cake enough to cause public outrage, they had no need to be enemies with him.
On the contrary, they had to "thank" him.
After all, it was he who turned this interest from "private property" in legal principle into a "public resource" that could be openly discussed and redistributed.
They looked at the boy who was still "crying sadly," eyes filled with complex emotions.
This little guy... was indeed quite interesting.
From a Dark Wizard orphan who could be liquidated at any time, he transformed into a "hero" whom everyone owed a favor to, and incidentally resolved the biggest conflict of interest.
This deal was simply too worthwhile.
For a time, thunderous applause filled the entire conference hall. All previous tension and opposition vanished like smoke in this harmonious applause.
Amidst the thunderous applause, naturally, some people were unhappy, led by Fudge and the Ministry's direct line officials he represented.
Originally, in their view, Jerry, an orphan with no roots or foundation, was the easiest pawn to manipulate.
Using the Pirate Act, this double-edged sword, could not only reasonably bring the huge profits of the mineral deposits under the Ministry's banner but also sell Jerry a favor, making him only passively grit his teeth and endure.
Unexpectedly, this child pushed lightly, not only clearing his own interests completely but also putting the Ministry on the fire.
Now, although the profits of the mineral deposits returned to the "public," for their Ministry to get the biggest piece, they would inevitably have to go through more rounds of wrangling and exchange of interests, which made Fudge's calculation fail completely.
However, Fudge could only sigh deeply in his heart and winked at Amelia beside him.
Public anger could not be violated, not to mention Jerry's move was flawless, standing on the commanding heights of morality and emotion, with no loopholes to find.
Moreover, he didn't really want to target this child. Throwing this boy out as a target of public criticism was also a helpless move to balance various forces.
The subsequent voting naturally got the green light all the way, unanimously passing Jerry's proposal on "releasing companion souls."
The meeting continued, but the next agenda was already top-secret Ministry information about how to specifically divide the "public cake."
Professor McGonagall stood up, leading Jerry out of the conference hall.
As a "bystander," Jerry naturally had no qualification to continue staying here.
The heavy stone door closed slowly behind them, isolating another round of verbal battles about to begin inside.
The corridor was empty, with only the crisp sound of their footsteps echoing.
Just a few steps out, Professor McGonagall suddenly stopped, turned abruptly, and pressed Jerry firmly against the cold wall.
She propped one hand against the wall, trapping Jerry between herself and the wall. Those eyes, always carrying sternness, now flickered with a hint of teasing and undisguised appreciation.
"I didn't see it coming, our newly titled... Mr. Saint Rosier!"
She deliberately dragged out the tone, with a hint of ridicule, "To think you are such an excellent orator."
Jerry's eye rims still had the just-right redness left from the performance. He looked left and right, confirming no one else was in this secluded corridor, the expression of extreme grief on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a smirk inconsistent with his age.
Jerry said nothing, just slowly raised his hand under Professor McGonagall's condescending gaze.
That hand, which was clenching a fist just now as if suppressing huge grief, was now incredibly precise, grabbing Professor McGonagall's firm and elastic thigh wrapped in black stockings.
Swish...
The slight sound of friction between the stocking and Jerry's palm seemed exceptionally clear in this quiet corridor.
Jerry's hand didn't stay on the surface but slid all the way up along the curve of her thigh. His palm could clearly feel the tight and warm skin touch under that thin layer of stocking, as well as the muscle lines slightly tensed due to his action.
His fingers even probed restlessly inward, gently kneading and circling in that softest and most sensitive area.
Squelch...
Professor McGonagall's breath hitched instantly. She could feel that the wet heat between her legs, which had just calmed down, secreted more honey fluid uncontrollably due to Jerry's unscrupulous caress, soaking that layer of fabric even more thoroughly, even making an almost inaudible water sound.
While feeling the wetness and warmth under his palm, Jerry looked up at Professor McGonagall with those seemingly innocent eyes still bearing "tear stains," the corner of his mouth hooking into an arc: "It's all thanks to Professor's... good teaching."
Both knew well what he was referring to.
Professor McGonagall's cheeks burned up instantly. Looking at Jerry's rogue appearance of getting an advantage and acting innocent, she was both angry and amused.
She rolled her eyes fiercely and withdrew the hand propped on the wall.
But Professor McGonagall didn't leave immediately. Instead, she bent slightly, knee thrusting forward. Using that hard kneecap wrapped in stocking, neither lightly nor heavily, with a hint of punishment, she fiercely kneed Jerry's huge meat root that had long propped up a terrifying tent in his trousers.
"Ugh!"
Jerry's body trembled violently. Being kneed unexpectedly like this on that giant object felt so good he almost cried out.
"I didn't teach you these messy things."
Professor McGonagall's voice returned to its usual coldness, but the slightly red ear roots betrayed the fluctuations in her heart.
After speaking, Professor McGonagall didn't give Jerry any chance to react. She turned around decisively, walking toward the conference room again with elegant and slightly hurried steps.
Simultaneously, a faint voice came from ahead, drifting into Jerry's ears:
"Since the bill has passed, go to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement yourself and retrieve the souls of your 'companions'!"
Katherine slumped on the sofa, holding a thick magic book on her lap. The runes on the pages looked a bit blurry under the dim light, yet she was nodding off, obviously distracted. The news of Jerry's safe return relaxed her nerves that had been tense all along.
The giant stone hanging over her heart for those days finally landed, making it hard even to absorb her favorite knowledge into her brain at this moment.
Just as Katherine was about to fall into a half-dream state, green flames suddenly flickered in the fireplace, and Jerry's figure flashed out from it.
He didn't look travel-worn and tired as usual; instead, he was holding three exquisitely shaped glass bottles in his arms.
The bottles shimmered with colorful light, obviously not ordinary items. Inside slept Kelia, Lily, and Erica, whose soul was the weakest.
They were all in a peaceful sleeping state at this moment, and these special glass bottles were magical items with the function of nourishing souls.
Jerry sighed softly, placing the three glass bottles carefully on the coffee table.
Subsequently, without any hesitation, he climbed directly into Katherine's arms.
Katherine's body stiffened first, those muscles tense for a week rigid instantly.
However, when she felt that familiar boyish scent mixed with a little sweat and magic, all defense and stiffness vanished like smoke.
Katherine raised her arms, tightening instinctively, hugging this small body tightly into her arms.
"Little pervert master..." Katherine's voice carried a trace of tired huskiness, but more of an indescribable peace of mind: "You're finally back."
Katherine pressed her cheek against the top of Jerry's head, feeling the warm breath in his hair. Although her tone was mixed with a trace of resentment from the past days, what surged more in her heart was the joy of regaining what was lost and total relaxation.
Her fingers threaded through Jerry's soft hair, stroking gently.
Jerry buried his face in Katherine's soft chest, feeling the warmth and familiar scent of her body. Although his figure was still small, in Katherine's embrace, there was a strange tightness. His already fully erect giant object, the fat meat head at the tip squeezed somewhat deformed, rubbed rhythmically with the slight undulation of Katherine's body.
Katherine naturally felt the scorching and thick existence in her arms that didn't belong to a boy.
Her hands holding the magic book tightened slightly, a flush rising on her face again.
This little pervert master, his body is always so energetic no matter when.
The room door was suddenly knocked. Although the sound wasn't loud, it carried a trace of urgent rhythm, obviously the person outside had waited for a long time.
"Katherine!
Is Jerry back?
I have urgent business with him!"
Hermione's anxious voice came from outside.
She was obviously here to ask Katherine about Jerry's situation. Jerry had been away these few days, and Hermione came to ask almost every day.
Jerry, buried in Katherine's arms, shook slightly upon hearing Hermione's voice, then let out a chuckle.
Jerry was about to look up but was grabbed hard by Katherine with quick eyes and hands.
"Hiss..." A suppressed gasp spilled from Jerry's throat.
Katherine's nails almost pinched into his eggs. It was a strange feeling mixed with pain and extreme stimulation, making the heat in Jerry's body rise instantly.
Katherine didn't give Jerry a chance to protest. She cupped Jerry's cheeks abruptly and kissed him fiercely with her soft and warm lips!
Katherine's tongue tip pried open Jerry's teeth nimbly, stirring wantonly in his mouth with the residual aroma of magical tea.
This kiss was intense and deep, as if to transmit all the worry and suppression of the past days through the entanglement of lips and tongues.
It took a long time before Katherine moved away slightly. Her panting was a bit rapid, cheeks crimson, but the arc of her mouth looked exceptionally seductive.
She whispered in Jerry's ear, voice carrying a trace of warning and teasing: "Go quickly, little pervert master.
Your little lover has been very concerned about you these days, coming to ask me about your situation almost every day."
Jerry felt the jealousy in her words, and seeing her seductive face, desire ignited instantly.
He reached out, his large palm covering Katherine's full breast directly.
He squeezed upward mercilessly. The warm and soft touch made his palm hot, feeling her sensitive nipple harden instantly under his finger pad.
"Wait until I come back tonight, my head maid..."
Jerry's voice became hoarse with desire. He leaned close to Katherine's ear, tone full of teasing, "I will definitely... feed... you... full!"
Katherine's body trembled, letting out a soft hum.
Although threatened, feeling the temperature of Jerry's palm on her chest and the undisguised possessiveness in his words, her grin widened, revealing a quite satisfied smile. She patted Jerry's butt gently, signaling him to open the door quickly.
Jerry climbed out of Katherine's arms reluctantly, straightening his messy clothes.
He felt the giant object in his pants still beating enthusiastically, the tip even dripping a few drops of slippery crystal.
He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm the inner heat, then strode toward the door.
The moment the door opened, Jerry saw Hermione waiting outside, and to her surprise—Draco Malfoy.
Hermione was pacing anxiously. Seeing Jerry open the door himself, both she and Malfoy were stunned, obviously not expecting Jerry to open the door so quickly.
"Jerry!"
Malfoy exclaimed, a look of relief after surviving a disaster appearing on his face. He hugged Jerry, the force of the embrace almost making Jerry unsteady: "You're finally back!
I thought you were dead!" His voice carried a tremor, obviously worried sick about Jerry's safety.
Jerry rolled his eyes, then pushed Malfoy away unceremoniously: "Even if you die, I won't die." His tone was relaxed, as if joking, but filled with unquestionable confidence.
Subsequently, he pulled out a heavy steam wrench cast entirely from gold from his robe. The precise mechanical structure and the luxurious material of gold formed a strange beauty.
"This is a souvenir for you!"
Jerry stuffed the heavy wrench into Malfoy's hand. The golden luster attracted Malfoy's attention instantly.
Before he could examine this strange gift closely, Jerry had already turned and pounced on Hermione waiting anxiously on the other side.
Seeing Jerry, Hermione was so excited her body trembled slightly.
She didn't even have time to think, instinctively opening her arms to welcome this warm embrace.
"Jerry! You..."
Before Hermione could finish, all sounds were crushed in her throat by Jerry's embrace.
She didn't resist; instead, she hugged him tighter, burying her cheek on Jerry's shoulder, greedily breathing the unique scent on him.
However, the moment she pressed tightly against Jerry's body, a scorching and thick foreign object sensation, without warning, thrust straight into the thin skirt between her legs under his robe.
"Mmh!"
Hermione let out a suppressed low moan abruptly, eyes widening instantly, pupils trembling.
Her lower abdomen pressed tightly against Jerry's lower body, feeling that terrifying existence bulging from his fluffy robe. A scalding heat rushed straight to the top of her head instantly.
Her legs clamped instinctively, wanting to resist this sudden invasion, but instead allowed the thick meat root to squeeze in further.
Jerry felt the stiffness of Hermione's body. His hand originally holding Hermione's waist moved downward restlessly.
His palm covered Hermione's butt directly, kneading fiercely.
The soft and elastic butt flesh, though not fully grown yet, was deformed under his palm's rubbing.
An indescribable heat swept through Hermione's whole body instantly. Her cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a ripe apple.
The stickiness between her legs became stronger and stronger.
"Jerry... you..."
Hermione wanted to say something, but was blocked in her throat by a deeper squeeze and thrust from Jerry, leaving only broken moans.
With Malfoy aside, Jerry naturally couldn't go too far.
He pretended nothing happened and released Hermione. That huge meat root, already hot and hard, withdrew slowly from between Hermione's legs.
The moment it left, he could even feel the sticky water sound brought out when his thick meat head scraped over Hermione's soaked skirt.
"Since everyone is here, let's go for a drink?"
Jerry coughed lightly, as if nothing had happened just now, saying to Malfoy who was still studying the golden wrench.
Hermione retreated a step quickly, covering her flushed cheeks and somewhat messy skirt with her robe. She felt her legs still slightly weak, heart beating as if about to jump out of her throat.
Malfoy didn't notice the strangeness between the two at all. He was examining that golden wrench over and over, muttering somewhat: "This is brought back from another world?
There is no magical fluctuation on it. Besides being made of gold, it seems useless.
Is it a luxury item from that world?
Looks really strange."
Jerry was somewhat speechless by his serious study look, saying softly: "If you don't want it, give it back to me."
"Give it back? Dream on!"
Hearing this, Malfoy immediately stuffed the wrench into his pocket cast with the Undetectable Extension Charm like a treasure, afraid Jerry would snatch it back.
"I worried about you for so many days; you should give me a few more souvenirs!"
He said self-righteously.
However, complaints aside, seeing Jerry return safely, the smile on Malfoy's face was sincere. He waved his hand heroically: "However, seeing you safe and sound, I'm treating for drinks today!
Let's go, to the Hog's Head!"
He put his arm around Jerry's shoulder, pushing him enthusiastically outward, still chattering: "You weren't here recently, you don't know, the Wizard's Chess Championship has restarted. Hogsmeade is exceptionally lively now.
Plus, isn't Thanksgiving coming soon? Many people are preparing to come visit our Hogwarts Thanksgiving dinner fireworks show. If we go late now, there won't be seats later!"
Malfoy's loud voice echoed in the Hogwarts corridor. Just as the group turned a corner, preparing to go up the stone steps, they ran head-on into two other people.
Walking in front was a tall, voluptuous witch. Even loose styles couldn't completely conceal the amazing curves on her chest, rising and falling with her steps, propping the robe up into an exaggerated arc.
She was Liliana's sister, Alicia, who came back temporarily from the front line for the Wizard's Chess competition.
Behind her, Liliana was lowering her head, saying something to her sister.
"Jerry!"
Liliana looked up and just saw Jerry being half-pushed half-hugged by Malfoy. A brilliant smile bloomed instantly on her small face that always carried a little melancholy, like a blooming lily. She almost trotted over, the happiness on her face undisguised.
Alicia also stopped. She leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, this action making her already proud chest even more prominent.
Her narrow eyes swept over Jerry, Hermione, and Malfoy with interest, gaze finally resting on Jerry.
"Going to Hogsmeade?"
Looking at the happy Liliana, Jerry extended an invitation smoothly: "Just right, the Wizard's Chess competition also started. We are going to the Hog's Head for a drink to celebrate, and incidentally welcome your sister?"
Liliana's eyes were sparkling, looking at her sister immediately.
Hearing there was food, Alicia nodded her head like a drumstick immediately.
"Okay, okay, I just wanted to go eat too!"
However, just as Jerry and the others prepared to assemble this constantly growing team, another duo walked out from the corridor corner on the other side, bumping right into them.
It was Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Ron's gaze fell on Hermione and Jerry walking side by side immediately.
Seeing Hermione's face not yet completely faded from red, and her subconscious posture of leaning close to Jerry, a nameless fire "whoosh" burned up from the bottom of his heart. Sour jealousy almost overflowed from his eyes.
"Yo, who did I think it was!" Ron raised his volume exaggeratedly, hands in pockets, speaking in a sarcastic tone: "Isn't this our Mr. Rosier?"
He came forward, deliberately squeezing between Jerry and Hermione, separating the two.
"What?
Just remembered to go to Hogsmeade to celebrate now?
I thought..." Ron glanced at Jerry, a fake smile on his face, but words full of acerbic meanness: "I thought your Slytherin's academic points had been left far behind by our Gryffindor?
Christmas is coming soon. I thought someone was packing luggage in advance, preparing to drop out due to poor grades."
"Ron!"
Hermione's brows furrowed tightly. Just as she was about to stop Ron's rude provocation, a figure moved faster than her.
Malfoy, like a little lion whose territory was invaded, turned sideways abruptly, slamming his shoulder hard against Ron.
Caught off guard, Ron staggered from the force.
Before Ron could flare up, Malfoy had already raised his hand, erecting a middle finger with utter contempt.
"SB!"
A clear, loud word full of disdain popped out of his mouth that always carried a hint of aristocratic accent.
Jerry raised his eyebrows in slight surprise first. Malfoy's authentic national curse caught him somewhat off guard.
He asked with interest: "When did you learn Chinese?"
Malfoy raised his chin proudly, combed his platinum hair with his hand, lowered his voice, and said in a tone of sharing a secret: "Isn't there an exchange class from an Asian wizarding school? There are quite a few pretty classmates inside. Had to learn a move to facilitate communication."
As he spoke, he winked at Jerry; that appearance was obviously quite satisfied with his "foresight."
"Who learns curse words to pick up girls?" Jerry was somewhat between laughter and tears.
Malfoy was stunned first, then said: "But I just think this is easy to learn, catchy!
Others are a bit too difficult."
The two's relaxed conversation as if no one else was present completely ignited Ron's anger.
His shoulder hurting from the bump, Malfoy's middle finger held high, and that phrase he didn't understand but was obviously an insult made him feel unprecedentedly humiliated.
"Say that again, Malfoy!"
Ron's face flushed red. He drew his wand abruptly, tip pointing straight at Malfoy.
Harry hurriedly grabbed his arm from the side: "Ron, stop! This is the corridor!"
Facing Ron's wand trembling with anger, Jerry didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.
Hermione stood in place, appearing somewhat hesitant.
She looked at Ron blinded by anger, then at Jerry leaving resolutely, falling into a dilemma for a moment.
It was Jerry.
He didn't even look back at her. While walking forward, he reached back and clasped her hand precisely.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat.
This unquestionable grip completely interrupted her hesitation.
Pulled by Jerry, she walked forward involuntarily, leaving the figures of Ron and Harry completely behind.
And Malfoy, who had walked a few steps away, seemed to remember something fun.
He stopped unhurriedly.
Once again, he raised that slender middle finger at Ron.
"IDIOT!"