Snape looked at Jerry, a trace of undetectable surprise surfacing in those ink-black eyes.
He arched an eyebrow, speaking in his signature tone of refined sarcasm: "You intend to recruit me?"
Jerry maintained his innocent teenage facade, though internally he nearly rolled his eyes to the back of his head.
On the surface, he bowed respectfully and answered, "Yes, Head of House."
Snape let out a low, magnetic chuckle that echoed beneath his voluminous robes like an ancient incantation.
He spoke slowly: "There is no one here. You may call me Uncle."
The implication was clear; he was signaling that Jerry could drop the pretense.
Jerry kept the warm smile on his face, but he was cursing the man in his mind.
Realizing he still needed Snape's help for his grander plans, he called out affectionately once more: "Uncle Severus!"
Snape showed no outward emotion, but a hard-to-read glint of amusement flashed in his deep eyes.
He didn't directly refuse the invitation; after all, he held an extraordinary interest in the Rozier family's Crystal Golem Workshop.
Though a specialist in Potions, Snape was far from ignorant regarding the exquisite craft of golem-making—in fact, he possessed significant insight.
After a moment of silence, Snape's voice dropped into a soft, breathy whisper: "It would be an honor to join the Rozier Workshop, though my schedule is quite tight."
He paused, his black pupils locking onto Jerry with a sudden, sharp edge of urgency: "If you could tell me whether you possess the specific manufacturing methods for those golems, I believe I might reach a decision much faster."
Jerry was momentarily taken aback.
He knew exactly what Snape meant by "those golems."
Unique blueprints and formulas imbued with forbidden power were impossible to reverse-engineer.
Even if one could deduce a fraction of the design, the cost and time spent would far exceed simply creating a new design from scratch.
Yet Snape had seen through Jerry's true motive at a glance, striking straight at the heart of the matter.
Jerry let out a light laugh, his youthful voice carrying a seasoned cunning that belied his years.
He looked directly into Snape's all-seeing black eyes and said slowly: "Uncle Severus, you worry too much.
If I didn't have those things, what use would that license be to me?
To simply scrap with the pure-blood families over the common golem market?"
Snape's eyes suddenly flared.
In that instant, a fire seemed to dance within the normally murky depths of his gaze.
He stared at Jerry, a meaningful arc curling on his lips, and asked no more—he had all the answers he needed.
"That is enough, then."
Snape's voice returned to its usual low drone, carrying an unquestionable finality: "But be warned, my fees are not low."
The implication was that he wanted more than just gold Galleons—he wanted things that truly piqued his interest.
Jerry nodded with a smile and stood up; a silent, unspoken pact was sealed between them.
Leaving Snape's office, Jerry didn't delay for a second, heading straight for the greenhouses beside Hogwarts.
This was the classroom for Magical Botany; even though he had no class today, it didn't stop him from seeking someone out.
Stepping into the greenhouse, he was met with the smell of damp earth and the unique fragrance of plants, with all sorts of bizarre magical flora swaying under glass domes. Jerry immediately spotted the familiar figure. Lily Potter, disguised as Professor Green, was standing before a Bellflower that sprayed rainbow mist, patiently explaining its properties.
At this moment, she looked more naturally alluring than usual.
A few strands of red hair were stuck to her pale forehead with sweat, and her chest rose and fell gently with her breath, stretching the ordinary professor's robes to reveal her curves.
When Lily's gaze accidentally met Jerry's, a flash of nervous tension crossed her eyes, but she quickly recovered her elegant composure. Her smile didn't waver as she continued talking to the students.
However, Jerry clearly saw her knuckles tighten around her wand, betraying her internal turmoil.
A few minutes later, under the guise of an inspection, Lily naturally walked to a secluded corner deep in the greenhouse where no students were present.
Jerry followed at the appropriate moment.
With her back to the students, she turned to face Jerry, her eyes filled with confusion and vigilance.
"Mr. Rozier, do you have some business with me?"
Lily's voice was kept very low, carrying her professorial authority, but in the depths of her eyes flickered an undetectable anticipation—the same contradiction she felt every time Jerry treated her roughly, a mix of fear and helpless addiction.
Jerry's response, however, was blunt.
He didn't speak; instead, he stepped around and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Lily's body went rigid, a gasp catching in her throat.
She hadn't expected him to be so bold in broad daylight; even in a corner, a student might catch a glimpse.
Her back was pressed against Jerry's thin but firm chest, and she felt the heat of his body... and that familiar, terrifying hardness in his crotch, pressing hotly against her buttocks.
Jerry's teenage hand, though slender, possessed the strength of a grown man as he reached around her sides and accurately covered her full breasts.
He showed no mercy, grabbing her voluptuous, trembling mounds right through the thick fabric of her robes.
Lily's breathing became frantic instantly; she instinctively opened her mouth but no sound came out.
Jerry's palms carried a rough warmth, his fingertips sinking into the valley between her breasts, kneading them with a hard, domineering, and undisguised force.
The soft, elastic texture fascinated him—it felt like holding two mounds of warm cotton, or perhaps soft, ripe berries.
"Mmm... Mr... Rozier..."
Lily's voice carried an unsuppressable tremble, full of reprimand yet tinged with a resigned submission.
She writhed her body, struggling, but it only caused Jerry to hold her tighter.
Her butt cheeks were prodded by his burning meat-root until they almost ached, a force that was insistent and irresistible.
Jerry didn't answer; he buried his face in her hair, deeply inhaling the fragrance of a mature woman that clung to her.
That charming scent—a mix of floral notes and a faint hint of potions—made his primal urges nearly uncontrollable.
His hands grew even more forceful, unceremoniously ravaging her full breasts, his fingertips exploring the edges with aggressive curiosity as if he wanted to tear her clothes open to reach her deeper secrets.
These scents and sensations stimulated Jerry's senses, leaving Lily's mind a complete blank.
She could almost hear her heart pounding violently, like a war drum thundering in her ears.
Not far away, second and third-year students were gathered around their lab tables, focused on studying magical plants that either twisted their vines or made odd cries.
Their whispers, the scratching of quills on parchment, and the occasional rustle of the plants acted as a thin curtain, separating the transgression in this corner from the outside world.
However, it was this very proximity to "danger"—the thrill that they could be caught at any moment—that made Lily's desire, usually suppressed by her moral compass, grow like wild weeds.
Shame washed over her like a tide.
"Mmm... don't..."
The words spilled from deep in Lily's throat, carrying a desperate hoarseness, yet they sounded pathetically weak.
Her legs grew soft from the tremors of desire and shame, and she could only remain standing by leaning on Jerry's support.
Her struggle was so insignificant in the face of such absolute strength; instead, it felt more like a silent invitation for him to hold her tighter and ravage her harder.
Jerry's breathing grew heavy; his head, buried in her hair, rubbed against her soft strands and sensitive neck with every movement of his body.
"Mmm... Rozier..."
Lily's waist began to arch backward involuntarily, seeking a more comfortable angle to ease the intense friction.
Her hands gripped the edge of the glass greenhouse shelf, her nails turning white from the strain.
The transparent glass reflected her flushed cheeks, her dazed eyes, and her breasts being squeezed out of shape by Jerry's palms.
Drip, drop, drip...
Droplets of water slid down the glass walls of the greenhouse, making distinct sounds in the damp environment, yet they couldn't drown out the intensifying wet sounds from Jerry's crotch.
His lower body, separated only by fabric, was pressed tightly against Lily's butt cheeks. Every thrust was accompanied by a dull, lewd squelch, as if fluid were being churned within, further stimulating their senses.
Jerry's fingertips began to explore inward from the edges of her full breasts, searching for the sensitive tips through the thick layers of her robes.
When his fingertips finally touched that small patch of softness, Lily's body gave a violent jolt, and the hair on her arms stood on end.
"Ah...!"
Lily couldn't help but let out a tiny moan, accompanied by an almost instinctual spasm.
The shame, the stimulation, and the pleasure of being completely captured by lust hit Lily's brain like an electric current shooting up from her tailbone, leaving her mind blank.
Lily felt Jerry's fingertips, beneath her clothes, accurately pinch her nipple.
His movements were rough and direct, grinding and rolling the point without a hint of pity.
"Mmm... no... Jerry... ugh..."
All of Lily's resistance turned into muffled groans, her body becoming increasingly supple under Jerry's toying.
Lily could feel the long-absent emptiness in her lower body beginning to ache, and a tide of lustful wetness began to surge out.
Jerry suddenly stopped kneading Lily's chest. Instead, one hand reached through the gap in her skirt, heading straight for her burning private parts without any preamble. Lily's body gave a violent shudder, tensing like a bow.
His fingertips, carrying a teenager's characteristic dryness and heat, lightly flicked the sensitive, already-muddied area through her thin panties, but did not enter.
All movement stopped in an instant.
The stimulation on her breasts vanished, and the thrusting against her buttocks ceased.
Lily instinctively looked down, her blurred vision catching Jerry's profile through the mist of shame.
Jerry's eyes held a trace of unreadable clarity, and a wicked, meaningful smile played on his lips.
He didn't continue the assault; instead, he leaned his lips close to her ear, which was flushed and hot with arousal. In a low, bewitching voice only the two of them could hear, he whispered, "Professor, I need you to do me a favor."
Lily's breathing turned frantic; the wetness he had teased out of her lower body grew even more uncontrollable under the gentle flicking of his fingers.
That "push-and-pull" numbing sensation was harder to bear than the wild assault from before. Her body trembled with tension and longing, her muscles taut yet weak.
Jerry didn't give her a chance to think or resist. His lips almost touching her auricle, he continued: "You must have heard that the Rozier Crystal Golem Workshop is reopening. The high-end models, in particular, require many extremely rare magical plants.
More importantly, some of those are strictly forbidden from cultivation and use by the Ministry of Magic."
He emphasized the word "forbidden," his voice carrying a child-like innocence mixed with adult playfulness.
In Lily's mind, an image of the secret botanical garden deep beneath Hogwarts instantly surfaced—a place protected by layers of wards set by Dumbledore and herself to house dangerous and endangered magical plants.
"No... you can't..."
Lily instinctively wanted to refuse.
However, at that critical moment, Jerry's warm finger breached the edge of her soaked panties and slid inside effortlessly.
Meanwhile, the attention of the second and third-year students in the distance had indeed begun to shift, just as he predicted.
They were, after all, only children with immature minds. They couldn't maintain deep focus during a dry lesson like the older students could.
The rising and falling whispers, the snickering, and the occasional figure straying from the group to chase a bee all proved this.
Their curiosity and patience were limited, and they were soon drawn to the more vivid, direct plants nearby.
Jerry's finger, cold yet carrying an unbefitting aggression, instantly probed into the depths of her already-drenched softness.
Lily's body gave a violent jolt; an utterly suppressed moan spilled from her throat. She bit her lower lip hard, barely preventing the sound from carrying.
Under the invasion of Jerry's finger, her private parts became even more slippery. The sticky water sounds were clearly audible in her ears, seemingly mocking her moral struggle without mercy.
Jerry's finger didn't hesitate, probing directly into her private core; the heat was met with a slight chill.
He didn't immediately move violently. Instead, he used his fingertip with great skill to slowly grind against the tender flesh that was swollen and engorged with arousal.
That faint, almost ghostly touch was more lethal than any rough friction.
"You... will help me, won't you?"
Jerry's voice carried the smile of a victor as his hot breath fanned against Lily's ear.
Simultaneously, his finger accurately found and stimulated her most sensitive flower bud.
"Ah!"
Lily's entire body arched violently. Her fingertips spasmed from the excessive pleasure, clawing at the glass greenhouse wall and leaving shallow white marks.
Electric tremors instantly spread from her private parts through her entire body. Her calves shook involuntarily, and she could barely stand.
She felt her climax approaching like a bursting dam, and her logic felt pathetically weak against this wild torrent.
Jerry's finger rubbed against her private core with an extremely ambiguous rhythm, soft and slow.
At the same time, his other hand reached for her lower abdomen. His long fingers, through her thin clothes, pressed against her already-muddied triangle with the same slow but firm force.
"Mmm... I... I..."
Lily's consciousness grew blurred under the pull of pleasure and shame.
She wanted to refuse, to reprimand, to push this rough and powerful boy away, but all that came from her throat were indistinct groans and increasingly rapid pants.
Her long, straight legs opened slightly of their own accord to accommodate the entry and exit of Jerry's finger, yet she shamefully tried to twist them together to hide the desire he had seen through.
Jerry's finger toyed with her insides freely, feeling her wet, soft walls.
"Professor, if you don't agree..."
Jerry's voice held a pure, undisguised playfulness, like a child who had successfully pulled a prank. His hot breath on Lily's sensitive earlobe made her body grow even softer: "...they will soon find out exactly what is happening here."
As he spoke, his finger gave a sharp hook inside her. Lily's legs instantly gave way, and she let out a low, seductive gasp she couldn't suppress—a sound that, even in the greenhouse noise, was enough to make anyone nearby stop and look.
Lily's body felt like it had been struck by lightning; all her resistance collapsed in that moment.
Her vision blurred over Jerry's shoulder, catching the curious gazes of students in the distance, seemingly glancing this way.
The panic of being exposed to the public and the ultimate pleasure tore at each other, making her feel as if she were suffocating.
In Jerry's arms, she panted desperately. Her breasts heaved violently, and the giant object in Jerry's crotch seemed to sense her urgency, growing even fiercer.
"I... I agree..."
Lily whispered through tears, her voice almost inaudible.
All her persistence and self-respect had been routed by the toying of his fingers and the close-range threat.
At this moment, Lily only wanted to find a place immediately to extinguish this shameful and crazed fire of lust.
Having received an affirmative answer, Jerry smiled.
That smile carried a heart-stopping mix of youth and ruthlessness.
Jerry gave a violent pull, dragging Lily stumbling toward the deeper parts of the magical greenhouse, behind the dark green vines and massive flowers that were taller than a man.
The light was dimmer there, obscured by dense vegetation, forming a natural, secluded space away from the outside.
Lily was half-dragged and half-pulled behind a cluster of "Tanglevines" as thick as tree trunks.
Jerry let go. Lily's body was weak from the previous pleasure and struggle. She was forced to bend over, hands bracing against the thick vines, her long legs trembling slightly. Beneath her robes, her already-muddied private parts continuously leaked slippery nectar.
Jerry didn't bother taking off her clothes. The moment he revealed his member, it sprang out like a beast released from its cage, carrying an untamable, arrogant posture.
Compared to his teenage frame, the diameter and length of the thing were especially exaggerated—veins bulging, dark in color, the tip already dripping with pre-cum, radiating a primal and heavy hormonal scent.
Facing Lily's voluptuous, mature back—taller than him by half a head—Jerry didn't hesitate. Like a precise predator, he jumped directly onto her back!
Jerry's teenage body, not particularly heavy, pressed tightly against Lily's curved back. Due to the height difference, his head rested on Lily's shoulder, almost touching her ear.
Before Lily could even react, the massive object was already pressing between her butt cheeks. With a thrust of Jerry's hips, it carried all his rage and lust, striking with an unstoppable, monumental force.
"Ah!"
Lily let out a short, soul-stirring scream. Her body shook like a sieve, her nails nearly snapping the thick vines. That intense, swollen pain—the illusion of being roughly torn apart—distorted her features.
The entrance was completely stuffed by the giant object. The tender flesh, forced open, made a faint tearing sound under the strain, but it was followed by a massive, fulfilling sense of being completely filled.
Lily's logic collapsed entirely in that instant, leaving only the primal pleasure to swallow her like a tsunami.
She clung tightly to the thick Tanglevines, her full buttocks bouncing with every one of Jerry's rough thrusts like a boat in a massive wave. The smack-smack of flesh hitting flesh joined the sticky squelch from his crotch to compose a soul-shaking symphony.
"Hah... Jerry... ah!
No... someone will find us!"
Lily's voice, soaked in pleasure, trembled with pain and joy. She tried to refuse, but he only penetrated her deeper and harder.
Though Jerry's teenage body seemed small, it erupted with staggering power.
His lower abdomen pressed tight against Lily's waist and hips. Every thrust sent her body jolting forward until her forehead slammed into the cool glass wall with a thump, yet it didn't stop the savage violation for a second.
Just as Lily's senses were pulled to the absolute limit and she felt she was suffocating, a youthful voice came from not far behind them, like ice water dousing the fire in her brain.
"Professor Green, what is the active cultivation cycle for the Vine Willow Bug... hmm?"
Lily's pupils contracted sharply; her entire body went cold.
She tried desperately to turn her head, but she was pinned down so tightly by Jerry she couldn't move an inch.
That voice belonged to a second-year student. Their curiosity and thirst for knowledge had brought them to this corner, and they were about to pass the barrier of the tall plants.
In a flash, only one thought remained in Lily's logic-drained mind—they must not find out!
"Don't... don't come over!"
Lily used every ounce of strength she had to squeeze the broken words from her throat. Her voice carried a suppressed hoarseness and urgency, sounding jarringly out of place in the quiet corner, even carrying a sharpness that would never normally be heard.
It made her feel more ashamed, yet she couldn't stop it.
Before her words even finished, Jerry acted as if he hadn't heard. His hands violently grabbed Lily's butt cheeks, his fingertips sinking deep into her soft, full mounds, and then he slammed into her even more fiercely against the glass wall.
Whirr! Squelch!
A dull, heavy impact, accompanied by the lewd water sounds of two bodies colliding, echoed in the narrow space.
"Professor? Is something wrong?"
The student's voice was closer now, carrying obvious confusion and concern, seemingly about to walk around the Tanglevines.
Lily's body felt like it was being shaken apart. The afterglow of a climax hadn't even faded before a new wave of pleasure swept her away, mixed with the massive fear of being discovered at any second, pushing her nerves to the breaking point.
"No... nothing!
I'm just... I'm just preparing a new, toxic botanical inducer... Don't come near, the smell will make you very uncomfortable!"
Lily tried to make her voice sound calm, but it carried an extraordinary panting and urgency. Her face was flushed dark red with intense lust and shame, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.
Her body, however, moved involuntarily with Jerry's increasingly violent jolting.
She felt Jerry's face buried in her neck, a satisfied smile appearing on him.
Jerry's lower body accurately struck her sensitive depths every single time. That wet, warm, squeezing suction made him let out a heavy breath.
The scorching scent, full of aggressive male pheromones, mixed with the musky sweetness of her passage, flooded every inch of her senses.
The massive impact even caused some transparent, sticky bodily fluids to overflow from their connection point, wetting her professor's robes and dripping down her gluteal cleft onto the damp earth with a clear drip-drop.
"Go back!
Do not come near this area!" Lily's voice carried an unprecedented authority, almost an order.
She was using all the strength in her life to hide her current fall from grace.
The young wizard was startled by her sudden severity. They gave a timid response, and the sound of their footsteps faded away.
"Hah... hah..."
Lily let out a massive sigh of relief, her body losing all strength as if she had just finished a fierce battle.
She felt like her legs were turning into a pile of mush, forced to endure every one of his savage attacks.
"Damn... bastard..."
A surge of unprecedented humiliation and rage shot into Lily's heart.
She knew she couldn't go on like this. This boy—this boy nearly twenty years younger than her—dared to toy with her in the palm of his hand so insolently!
She could compromise temporarily for Harry, but she would never simply sink into this.
Driven by stubbornness and resentment, Lily slammed her hands against the Tanglevines, her legs tensing as her waist suddenly thrust upward!
Her body slammed backward. The massive counter-force, like a mature, full fruit, used an irresistible, retaliatory power to knock Jerry's entire teenage body upward!
Jerry's thin frame, which was plastered to her back, seemed to lose its anchor point, briefly leaving her back as he was carried up by her.
"Oh... ah!"
Jerry's breath hitched instantly, and he let out a startled, slightly pained growl. This sudden counter-attack caught him completely off guard.
The scorching giant inside her was wrapped even tighter by her narrow, slippery warmth as if it were being sucked in. An unprecedented sensation of being drawn out made Jerry tense up.
Lily didn't stop there.
Her waist began to move in a rhythmic back-and-forth motion, carrying Jerry with her in a violent and wild collision within those narrow, damp depths.
Lily felt the hideous giant inside her. With every one of her own thrusts, it plowed deeper and harder into her depths.
Streams of viscous fluid were hammered out by her impacts, producing loud, squelch-squelch water sounds that slapped against her buttocks, creating a heart-racing wetness.
Every fierce impact was like a release of the anger in Lily's heart, carrying an innate, wild power.
Lily actively devoured Jerry. Every time, she swallowed his massive endowment to the very bottom, until he was completely submerged in her tender depths, nearly touching the very top.
The massive pressure and unprecedented pleasure turned Lily's eyes red. Her normally rational green eyes were now full of raw madness after being burned by desire.
"Look closely... brat!"
Lily's lips were slightly parted from panting, but the voice from her throat carried a sexy hoarseness and threat.
She suddenly clamped down, her internal muscles deathly tightening around Jerry's giant as if she wanted to wring his tough, stubborn bones in two.
Jerry's breathing grew more frantic under her deliberate squeezing. His body arched like a shrimp, his not-yet-fully-developed waist completely at the mercy of Lily's mature, explosive frame.
Jerry's giant was being rubbed, squeezed, and ground within her warm depths. This unprecedented stimulation left his mind a blank, focusing all his senses on that single point.
Lily suddenly accelerated, the frequency of her back-and-forth thrusting growing faster and more violent!
Every impact carried total force, crushing and pushing Jerry's teenage muscles before yanking away in the next instant and slamming back just as fast.
The massive sensation of penetration and friction pulled back and forth between her body and Jerry's, pushing the pleasure for both of them to an ultimate, unprecedented peak.
"Ah! Ah! It's... it's coming out!"
Jerry's roar, thick with a nasal tone, erupted from his mouth as it was pressed against Lily's ear.
Jerry's body gave a violent shudder, his hips locking tight. A torrent of intensely hot, scalding liquid erupted from within him like a volcano.
Glug, glug...
The scalding, viscous tide, accompanying his tremors, irrigated Lily's passage without reservation, bringing waves of indescribable heat and numbness.
Lily's body also went rigid. Her legs turned to jelly, and she collapsed onto the Tanglevines, panting heavily. In the mud beneath her, even more fluid surged out, mixing with Jerry's heat to form an even more debauched sound of water.
"Brat, do you admit defeat now!"