Hogwarts: The Rise of a Dark Heir [R-18]

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A continuous barrage of impacts came from outside the window, accompanied by the screeching sound of twisting metal. The entire train shook violently. Beams of blue and white magical light shot out from the windows of other carriages, accurately hitting the charging Blazing Giantsheep. These were Freezing Charms and powerful Water-Jet Spells. The collision of cold magic with the flames engulfing the Giantsheep produced loud "sizzling!" sounds, releasing vast clouds of white steam that instantly obscured the view outside the window.

The patrolling wizards’ attacks were effective, successfully creating a temporary defensive line of ice walls and water screens around the train, preventing most of the Giantsheep’s direct impact. However, the shockwaves and high-temperature steam generated by the magical collisions still left the inside and outside of the carriages in chaos.

Inside the compartment, the wizarding apprentices shrieked one after another. Many were thrown off balance by the turbulence, and panic spread like a plague.

It was in this chaos that Narcissa, holding onto the edge of the seat for support, managed to struggle to her feet. Her legs were shaky from the continuous stimulation she had endured. With every jolt, the now-dormant plug deep inside her body shifted with gravity, causing a heavy, distinct friction. She didn’t have time to deal with it.

Narcissa’s face was pale, but her eyes were intensely focused. She quickly pulled the wizarding robe that Jerry had ripped open tightly closed, concealing the mess on her chest. This movement strained the muscles in her rear, causing the head of the plug to press deeper against a sensitive point inside her. A subtle, tickling sensation crawled up her back. She unconsciously contracted her buttocks, a minor, almost imperceptible action that only heightened her sense of shame.

She quickly opened her suitcase, waved a hand, and the miniature crossbow, potions, and the live map all flew into an Undetectable Extension Pocket sewn inside her robes. Having done all this, she turned her head. She gave Jerry a complicated look.

"Stay here. I’ll... be back soon!" She only spoke those few words.

Then, Narcissa’s entire figure blurred where she stood, transforming into a barely visible wisp of shadow, preparing to silently vanish from the swaying compartment.

Just before Narcissa’s figure completely dissipated, Jerry moved. He didn’t even stand up, merely waving his hand casually. An invisible magical barrier instantly formed around Narcissa. Her now-blurry body hit an unseen wall, the teleportation spell was abruptly interrupted, and her body’s outline instantly snapped back into focus.

Before she could react, something even more bizarre happened. Countless pieces of jewelry, flashing with various colored lights, appeared out of thin air and swiftly flew into Jerry’s robes. With the sound of metal buckles clashing, Jerry’s magical presence surged.

"Explain yourself. Where are you going?" Jerry’s voice sounded close to her ear. The youthful flippancy was completely gone, replaced only by an undeniable coldness. Along with his words, a familiar, faint, cool breeze blew again from the depths of Narcissa’s buttocks. The mithril plug, which had just fallen silent, was once again activated. The wind was gentle, but enough to cause the robe fabric against her skin to softly rub with the breeze. Furthermore, the feeling of pressure intensified. The anal plug actually had an expansion function! The cold metal, mixed with a subtle chill, relentlessly teased her already overburdened nerves.

Narcissa’s body tensed up under this dual torment. She finally fully realized that the eleven-year-old boy before her was an unresisting, unfathomable monster. All her struggles and defiance seemed ridiculous and futile. She took a deep breath, suppressing the moan in her throat and the fear in her heart, clenching her teeth tightly. She turned her head, staring intently at Jerry with a dark, somewhat resigned look.

"If you want to know so badly," her voice was low and hoarse, filled with suppressed emotion, "then follow me!"

The moment she finished speaking, Jerry flicked his wand, and an almost imperceptible ripple spread out. Two identical phantoms of them appeared in the compartment, sitting blankly in their original seats, maintaining the appearance of a standoff.

Almost simultaneously, Narcissa reached out and grabbed Jerry’s hand. Her palm was slightly cold and damp from tension, but the grip was firm. Without another word, she pulled him, activating Side-Along Apparition. Space violently twisted and compressed.

In the next second, they reappeared in a completely different carriage.

The moment they landed, Narcissa immediately released a dense cloud of black mist, tightly enveloping both their figures, silently concealing them in the shadow of a corner of the carriage.

"Bang!"

A violent impact immediately followed, accompanied by a rush of hot air. The side wall of this carriage had been violently breached, leaving a huge gap. The scorching air from the volcanic plain outside, mixed with sparks, continuously rushed inward. A Ministry of Magic wizard responsible for defending this carriage lay twisted at a bizarre angle nearby, a massive indentation in his chest—clearly dead. This carriage should have held many wizarding apprentices, but it was now empty. There were no bodies on the floor, suggesting they had fled to other carriages the moment the attack began.

In the center of the carriage, an intense battle was raging. Thirteen, perhaps fourteen, mysterious figures clad in black robes, their heads and hands completely covered, were besieging the remaining defenders—a few spontaneously fighting wizard passengers and seven or eight Aurors in Ministry uniforms.

The battle was one-sided. The Dark Wizards’ curses were vicious and precise, and their coordination was excellent. Just moments after Narcissa and Jerry concealed themselves, two blinding green lights flashed, striking the chests of two more Aurors, who fell straight down, lifeless.

The black mist, acting like a living creature, separated their figures from the brutal carnage inside the carriage. Narcissa half-knelt in the shadows, her body lines stiff with alertness. Every tremor of the train, or the boy’s silent scrutiny beside her, made the presence of the foreign object deep inside her body more pronounced. She avoided looking at Jerry, perhaps out of a complex caution, or perhaps simply believing it was far from the time she needed to personally enter the fray.

Her movements were calm and efficient. She took out the delicate miniature crossbow from her Undetectable Extension Pocket. The crossbow stock was made of some black wood, carved with intricate silver vine patterns. She dipped a feather into a small crystal vial containing a viscous dark green liquid, carefully coating the tip of each arrow. The potion gleamed oilily in the dim light, emitting a faint, sickly-sweet, yet bloody smell. Having done this, she rested the crossbow across her knees, holding herself like a statue poised to strike, silently observing the battle through a gap in the mist.

Jerry was completely different. He simply tilted his head, observing everything with an almost innocent curiosity. Deadly curses intertwined in the air, forming a dazzling light grid. Every hit on a human body was accompanied by the smell of scorched flesh and a dull thud. To him, the scene seemed no different from a spectacular fireworks display. If he wished, a single thought could instantly turn everyone in this carriage—both the Dark Wizards and the struggling Aurors and passengers—into dust.

But he didn’t.

His gaze quickly swept the entire carriage. The huge breach, though frightening, had not damaged the carriage’s load-bearing structure, so there was no immediate danger of the carriage breaking apart. However, the strong winds rushing in from the breach, carrying the unique sulfurous smell and high heat of the volcanic plain, stung the skin like fine sandpaper.

Looking out through the twisted metal gap, the view was magnificent yet dangerous. A massive Blazing Giantsheep was galloping parallel to the speeding train. It looked like a small, mobile volcano, the intense flames on its body being pulled by the high-speed air current into a long, distorted tail of fire. With every leap and bound, large clumps of sparks were flung from its wool, which resembled burning charcoal, tracing bright arcs in the air before being dispersed by the wind. Its eyes, glowing like molten lava, were fixed on the train, filled with malice and destructive desire.

In this brief moment, with the fall of the two Ministry Aurors, the previously evenly matched situation took an immediate downturn. The remaining Aurors were forced into the corner of the carriage, standing back-to-back, their Shield Charms flickering precariously under the Dark Wizards’ torrential assault. A look of grim determination flashed in the eyes of one elderly Auror. He roared something at his companions, then forcefully threw an old suitcase onto the floor. With a loud "thump," the case sprang open.

The next second, accompanied by a deafening, multi-toned roar, a colossal creature leaped out of the tiny suitcase. It was an Infernal Three-Headed Dog. Its massive body unfolded in the narrow carriage, its muscular form instantly ripping through and shattering the carriage ceiling. Three enormous heads, six eyes glowing with savage red light, simultaneously scanned everyone in the carriage. Thick drool dripped from its sharp fangs, landing on the floor and corroding sizzling pits. The Dark Wizards’ assault momentarily stalled, clearly stunned by the sudden monster.

However, the moment everyone was paralyzed by the Three-Headed Dog’s might, Narcissa, hidden in the mist, acted. With almost no hesitation, she raised the pre-loaded magical crossbow in her right hand. Her left hand quickly glanced at the live map resting by her feet, which displayed the location and status of everyone in the carriage. Her gaze flickered across the pinpoint of light representing the Three-Headed Dog on the map, and then she squeezed the trigger.

"Whoosh!"

The crossbow bolt, coated with the dark green potion, became a silver streak. It shot precisely through the battlefield of interwoven magic and dust, accurately striking the underside of the Three-Headed Dog’s middle head. There was no blood, just a muffled impact.

"Let’s go!" Narcissa immediately whispered, reaching out to grab Jerry’s arm, ready to take advantage of the confusion and leave.

But Jerry merely turned his wrist, lightly deflecting her hand. There was no surprise on his face, only a knowing smirk. The moment the crossbow bolt was fired, he had clearly discerned that the potion on the arrowhead was not a lethal poison, but a potent, deep-acting sedative specifically targeting large magical creatures.

They knew about the Ministry Aurors’ last resort hidden in the suitcase and had prepared a countermeasure in advance. A cold smile curled Jerry’s lips. It seemed there was a high-ranking mole within the Ministry of Magic.

The sedative on the crossbow bolt immediately began to take effect. The massive Three-Headed Dog let out a confused growl. All three heads drooped weakly, and its huge body began to sway, clearly about to topple over. The carriage floor groaned under its immense weight. Narcissa knew well that once this creature completely fell, the fragile carriage would be instantly crushed into two pieces.

But so what? Her mission was complete. She just needed to retreat and leave the rest to the Dark Wizards.

However, Jerry’s objective was clearly different from hers. His task was to ensure the safety of the train’s arrival, that no one should destroy it. He didn’t even look at the collapsing beast. He simply waved a hand toward Narcissa.

Narcissa’s vision blurred, and the surrounding scenery instantly changed. The next second, she was back in the carriage filled with the scent of Chocolate Frogs and her own body fluids, with only the two motionless phantoms beside her.

In the chaotic battle carriage, Jerry’s figure vanished from his spot. The next moment, he appeared behind the group of Dark Wizards.

No one noticed his arrival. All attention was focused on the Three-Headed Dog, which was about to collapse.

It was at that moment that Jerry struck. He didn’t even use a wand, merely raising both hands. In that instant, he transformed into a forbidden magical artillery turret. Countless spells of various colors poured forth from his fingertips like a devastating flood of magic. Cutting Curses, Blasting Curses, Fire Spells, Piercing Curses... various common and vicious spells were unleashed effortlessly at an astonishing speed, forming an airtight attack barrage.

Truthfully, if it were a head-on fight, Jerry might not necessarily win against these Dark Wizards. But with the advantage of striking first and attacking from the rear, Jerry was confident he could take them down even if their numbers doubled.

Some of the Dark Wizards were naturally quick to react. But clearly, losing the initiative in a wizard’s duel was fatal. One Dark Wizard instinctively raised a Protego Shield, but a scarlet beam of light passed directly through the thin magical barrier as if it didn’t exist, accurately piercing his heart. That was the 50% Spell Penetration effect.

Another Dark Wizard tried to dodge, but three Cutting Curses from different angles arrived simultaneously. His body was dismembered in mid-air into several pieces, without a single drop of blood spilled. The cuts were smooth as glass, all life instantly drained from him. That was the 100% Critical Hit effect.

The remaining wizards simply couldn’t react that fast. Facing the onslaught of purely destructive magic, they didn’t even have time to scream. Their bodies were either blasted into dust, incinerated into charcoal, or sliced into pieces. In just two seconds, the thirteen Dark Wizards, along with the Three-Headed Dog that had just begun to fall, were completely and cleanly erased from the world in that dazzling yet deadly magical storm, leaving only tiny piles of fine black ash.

The threat was neutralized.

However, Jerry couldn’t just leave quietly. Because the moment Narcissa was teleported away, the dense black mist that had enveloped Jerry also dissipated.

The two surviving Aurors and the three passengers, leaning against the walls, were staring in shock at the fine black ash scattered on the floor, trying to comprehend the terrifying scene that had unfolded in less than three seconds. As the mist cleared, their gaze inevitably fell upon the boy standing alone in the center of the carriage.

An eleven-year-old child, wearing a Hogwarts first-year robe, his face still showing traces of baby fat. He stood atop the ashes of thirteen Dark Wizards and an Infernal Three-Headed Dog, looking utterly out of place and eerily unnatural.

Just as the others stood dumbfounded, the Blazing Giantsheep that had been running alongside the train let out an angry roar. Its massive body leaped high, preparing to deliver the final blow to the already damaged carriage with its burning mass.

Jerry merely glanced out the window. He raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers toward the charging behemoth. Still no incantation, no light. Only an invisible, extreme cold instantly traversed the distance.

"Hiss!"

The burning beast froze in mid-air. The roaring flames on its body seemed to have been paused. The next second, it was completely encased in a thick layer of solid ice, glowing with a faint blue light. The flames and flesh, along with its savage expression, were sealed inside a crystal-clear ice sculpture. The massive block of ice crashed onto the charred plain with enormous momentum, shattering into pieces.

Inside the carriage, the two surviving Aurors’ mouths were slightly open, completely speechless.

Jerry turned and looked at them. He wore an apologetic, age-appropriate smile, his tone even slightly shy.

"My apologies!" he said softly, his voice clear and pleasant. "You’ve seen my face."

The moment the words left his mouth, all emotion vanished from his innocent eyes. He raised his hand again. This time, it wasn’t ice. Golden-red flames erupted from his palm, filling the entire carriage like a blooming lotus. The flames did not possess the temperature of ordinary fire but carried a will capable of directly annihilating the soul.

The expressions on the faces of the five survivors froze in the transition from shock to terror. The simple Incendio Spell, enhanced by a 100% Critical Hit, possessed terrifying power. They didn’t have a chance to scream, to resist, or even to feel any pain. After the golden-red flames swept through, only five small piles of finer white ash remained on the spot, drifting away with the wind.

Jerry clapped his hands and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped. He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling upon a pile of scorched luggage debris in the corner of the carriage. A tiny figure was curled up there, trembling uncontrollably.

Pansy Parkinson looked utterly miserable. Her exquisite school robes were covered in dust and tears, her pretty face was drained of all color by fright, and her eyes, usually bearing a touch of arrogance, were now filled with tears and terror, like a startled fawn. Her chin-length black hair clung messily to her pale cheeks, further highlighting her porcelain-smooth skin. The girl’s legs were pressed together, clad in a pair of flesh-colored stockings that shimmered faintly, the tender skin beneath the lace cuff of the stocking subtly visible. She looked like an exquisite, tempting little cake placed amidst the ruins.

She clutched a small object wrapped in brown paper tightly to her chest. It was something a fallen Auror had desperately shoved into her hands during the recent brawl. Through the paper, one could feel it was an irregularly shaped small stone.

Pansy had watched everything unfold. The boy had turned those terrifying Dark Wizards and the Ministry Aurors into ashes as easily as crushing insects. That unimaginable, cold, absolute power had nearly made her faint. If not for the searing wind rushing through the breach, reminding her of reality with its knife-like sting, she might have passed out already.

And now, the demon had found her.

Jerry walked slowly toward her. He reached out and casually pushed open the twisted, half-collapsed carriage door, the metal scraping the floor with a grating sound. His gaze landed on Pansy, devoid of killing intent or warmth, merely a pure, calm scrutiny, as if assessing an object. His eyes swept her from top to bottom, without any emotion. From her dusty mouth, slightly agape in terror, to her unusually slender neck due to her curled posture, and then to the small, brown-paper-wrapped object she clutched to her chest.

Finally, his gaze stopped at her feet. One of the girl’s delicate leather shoes was missing in the chaos, leaving the other hanging loosely on her foot. The shoeless foot was exposed to the air. The thin, skin-hugging flesh-colored stocking clearly outlined her small, exquisite ankle and the slightly arched curve of her instep. Five small toes, encased in the stocking, unconsciously curled inward from tension, appearing pale and helpless.

A faint but clearly audible sound of footsteps came from a distance, rapidly approaching the severely damaged carriage. The sound was somewhat disorganized, clearly indicating more than one person, and was accompanied by strong magical fluctuations. It sounded as if they had just arrived via the train’s fireplace network.

Jerry’s eyes flickered. He didn’t turn around. He simply reached out toward Pansy and lightly pointed a finger at her. The girl had no time to react, feeling only an irresistible force envelop her. The next second, she lost her balance, and in extreme dizziness, she was sucked into the twisting space along with Jerry.

When she regained consciousness, she found herself sitting roughly on the floor. Narcissa, relieved to see Jerry return, immediately noticed Pansy. She also saw the "little stone" wrapped in brown paper that Pansy was clutching tightly.

"Powerful wizards have arrived on the train via Floo Powder." Jerry casually said to Narcissa, while dismantling the jewelry embedded in his robes. He smiled. "Quickly throw all your crossbows, potions, and whatever out the window. It would be embarrassing if they were found during a search later."

"Oh, you can keep the anal plug! I’m sure no one would care about that little toy."