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

He kissed her savagely!

It was a kiss filled with aggression and possessiveness, devoid of any technique, more like a young beast using its most primal method to stake a claim. Jerry roughly used his teeth to pry open her lips, then pushed his tongue.

Dominantly, uncompromisingly, he plunged it inside!

"Mmmph...!"

"Cat’s" eyes snapped wide open! She could distinctly feel a raw, yet vibrantly alive tongue. It was ruthlessly churning, sweeping, and sucking within her mouth!

A strange scent, alien, belonging to a boy. A mix of milk and blood, instantly filled her entire nasal cavity! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Just then, a peculiar magical fluctuation violently erupted from their tightly pressed bodies!

"Cat’s" formerly petite and delicate body began to undergo a drastic change, just like Jerry’s had moments before! Her bones elongated, her figure grew taller, and the features on her previously unremarkable face rapidly reshaped, becoming exquisite and well-defined!

When the strange magical fluctuation subsided, the person pinned against the wall by Jerry was no longer the small, plain-faced "Cat." She was now a stunning witch, tall and curvaceous, appearing to be in her early twenties!

Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, enhancing the alluring beauty of her slender, oval face. A pair of narrow, almond-shaped eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, held a natural, enchanting allure with every glance. Her nose was high and straight, her lips full and plump, now slightly swollen and red from the brutal kiss, emanating a maddening, violated sexuality.

Her figure was absolutely explosive! Though the tight leather she wore under her ragged robes was meant for action, her breathtaking curves could not be concealed! Her ample breasts were squeezed by the tight leather into a deep, tempting cleavage. Her slender waist and firm, rounded buttocks formed an exaggerated, perfect "S" curve.

She, too, had been disguised!

This violent, aggressive kiss did not last long. The instant the witch’s tall, voluptuous body fully manifested due to the potion wearing off, she distinctly felt Jerry’s tongue, which had been wreaking havoc in her mouth, push a small, slippery, bean-sized soft capsule against her tongue tip.

Before she could register what it was, Jerry viciously bit down!

He bit her tongue!

A sharp sting shot through her, and in her instinctive pain, the witch reflexively clamped her teeth shut!

"Pop!"

The small soft capsule was instantly crushed between their entwined tongues and teeth! A pungent, bitter liquid, with a powerful numbing sensation, exploded in her mouth like snake venom, sliding down her throat into her esophagus!

Poison!

The witch’s almond eyes instantly widened, a look of shock flashing in their depths! She finally understood the brat’s intention! The kiss, from the very beginning, was not an insult or a display of lust, but a trap carrying deadly poison!

She was about to channel the magic within her to force the poison out, but Jerry made a new move! His small hand, which had been clamping her wrist, slid down like a striking viper! It sped past her slender arm, across the curve-hugging leather of her waist, and finally, with an undeniable, possessive motion, fiercely clamped onto her left, full, upturned snowy peak!

"Mmmph...!"

The witch let out a suppressed moan of pain and humiliation deep in her throat!

The boy’s small palm and her astonishingly mature fullness formed an extreme, visually striking contrast! Though Jerry’s hand was small, the force was incredibly strong! The tight leather clothing was deformed by his grip, taut across the full curve. He could distinctly feel the incredible softness and resilience beneath his palm.

Jerry’s five fingers abruptly clenched, and he mercilessly squeezed and kneaded the mound of soft flesh!

"Cat’s" body shuddered, and in that fleeting moment, she lost her last chance to spit out the poison.

Having completed his objective, Jerry let go as if discarding trash, leaping backward like a wildcat, opening a distance of three paces between them. He stood there, watching her with eyes that were chillingly cold and sharp, completely unfitting for his age.

The witch leaned weakly against the wall, her chest heaving violently. She could still feel the rough sensation of the boy’s mouth on her lips, the burning sting of the bite on her tongue, and a fire seemed to be burning in her left breast where he had grabbed her—the mixed sensation of pain and numb humiliation lingered stubbornly.

Even more terrifyingly, the numbness had begun to spread from her throat into her limbs. She could feel her strength becoming sluggish, difficult to summon.

"You..." Her voice was hoarse from the numbing effects of the poison and her towering rage. "...What poison did you give me?"

"A poison to prevent you from ambushing me, but not so strong that you’ll fight to the death!" Jerry stated the obvious fact with a flat tone.

He didn’t spare the witch another glance after speaking, as if the stunningly beautiful, curvaceous woman before him was truly nothing more than an inconsequential decoration nailed to the wall. He turned, his short, boyish legs carrying him straight toward the center of the room.

"You... you despicable, wretched little bastard!" The witch gritted her teeth, squeezing the curse out through her abused, swollen lips. Her voice was slurred due to the poison’s paralysis, but the hatred in it was enough to freeze the air.

She tried to struggle, to straighten herself up from the wall, but her limbs felt like they were filled with lead—heavy, sluggish, and unresponsive.

Jerry ignored her curses.

He walked up to the body of the fallen brute. The massive corpse blocked his path. Instead of walking around, he lifted his small, boot-clad foot and, without expression, stepped directly over the brute’s thick arm. The hem of his ill-fitting robe even caught a little of the warm, still-wet blood on the corpse.

He finally reached the bulging leather pouch, which contained wealth enough to drive anyone mad. He extended his small hand, still showing traces of baby fat, and grabbed the drawstring of the pouch, taking a deep breath before giving it a sharp pull!

The pouch didn’t budge.

It was simply too full of Galleons, too heavy—a nearly unbearable weight for an eleven-year-old boy’s body.

A look of annoyance, finally appropriate for his age, appeared on Jerry’s face.

Seeing this, a flash of malicious pleasure crossed the witch’s rage-filled almond eyes.

However, that pleasure vanished instantly, replaced by a deeper, more profound fear! Jerry let go of the pouch, pulled out his unremarkable, stick-like wand again, and lightly tapped the heavy leather bag.

He didn’t even utter a single spell.

The gold-filled pouch, heavy enough to crush an adult, instantly defied all laws of physics, floating lightly off the ground with a "clatter" of pleasant, sinful metallic collision, settling about half a foot in the air.

Nonverbal spellcasting! And done so easily, so skillfully!

The witch’s heart completely sank. She finally realized she hadn’t provoked a mere "kid," but an absolute monster wearing a boy’s skin!

Jerry nodded in satisfaction. He reached out and took the string attached to the pouch, leading it like a tame, gold-filled pet dog, and walked unhurriedly back to the witch.

The witch’s face was pale from the paralysis of the poison, but upon seeing the floating gold bag and the composure in Jerry’s eyes, she trembled uncontrollably. It wasn’t cold; it was fear from the depths of her soul. An eleven-year-old boy performing nonverbal spellcasting with such ease transcended her understanding of the magical world.

Jerry’s gaze fell on the witch’s almond eyes, narrowed with hatred and despair, without wavering. He shook the string holding the gold bag, and the "clatter" of the coins now sounded like a death knell in the witch’s ears.

"The coins are cursed." Jerry went straight to the point, his tone as calm as if discussing dinner. "Remove it, and I’ll give you the antidote."

The witch’s body jolted at his words. Her vision, blurred by the poison, fixed intently on Jerry’s face. She never imagined the boy would see through the gold’s secret at a glance. Her original plan was to use the coins to lure others in, then let the curse slowly torture them to death.

"You... you’re lying!" The witch’s voice was dry and hoarse as she attempted to deny it.

Jerry curled his lips scornfully, a mocking expression, utterly inappropriate for his age, flashing across his youthful face.

"Don’t waste time. Your magical signature is identical to the source of the curse affixed to these coins. If you really want to be free, obey. Otherwise..."

He didn’t finish the sentence, simply raising his stick-like wand and pointing it at the witch’s throat. Though he cast no spell, the witch felt an invisible chill instantly lock onto her. She knew this "monster" was not joking.

The witch’s chest heaved violently, a mix of anger, resentment, and fear swirling within her. She had planned to kill Jerry, but was now pushed to the brink by him. Yet, the instinct for survival ultimately overcame her pride.

"Fine... I’ll remove it!" she said through clenched teeth, each word forced out of her throat.

Jerry nodded in satisfaction and lowered his wand. "Very well. Now, hold out your hand."

The witch laboriously lifted her arm, her fingers trembling slightly. Jerry didn’t immediately give her the antidote. Instead, he pulled out a small, transparent glass vial the size of a fingernail from his robe pocket. The vial contained a dark green, viscous liquid with a faint, clean scent.

"This is ’Kiss of the Night.’ It will temporarily suppress the toxins in your body, giving you enough strength to cast the spell. But remember, it’s only suppression, not a complete cure."

As Jerry spoke, he dropped a single bead of the liquid onto the witch’s fingertip. The moment the dark green liquid touched her skin, the witch felt an icy sensation instantly spread. Her previously stiff and sluggish limbs gained a slight, weak sense of feeling. The bone-deep paralysis eased slightly. She could clearly feel the toxins in her body being momentarily restrained by some force.

"Start now," Jerry urged.

The witch took a deep breath, fighting the internal discomfort, and closed her eyes. Her fingers interlaced in the air as she silently recited complex incantations. Invisible magical fluctuations emanated from her, swirling around the floating gold bag. The Dark Magic aura on the bag began to churn violently, as if countless black snakes were writhing across its surface. The metallic clatter of the coins grew more rapid and frantic, struggling against the curse’s restraint.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on the witch’s forehead. Her face grew paler, but she didn’t stop. Jerry stood by calmly, observing everything.

After a long while, with a weak growl from the witch, the floating gold bag gave a sudden jerk. A nearly imperceptible puff of black smoke rose from the bag, dissolving into nothingness in the air. The Dark Magic aura on the gold bag was completely gone.

The witch’s body seemed drained of all energy. She leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, her sweat-dampened hair clinging tightly to her pale cheeks.

"It’s... it’s gone..." Her voice was weak and exhausted, but contained a hint of subtle relief.

Jerry stepped forward and gently touched the gold bag with the tip of his wand. After confirming the curse was truly lifted, he pulled out a small glass vial from his pocket again. The vial contained a pill with a faint, shimmering glow.

"This is the real antidote." Jerry offered the pill to the witch, his tone flat, as if the previous threats and transaction had never occurred. "You can leave now."

The witch stared blankly at the pill, a complex light flashing in her eyes. She slowly reached out, took the pill, and swallowed it without hesitation. The pill dissolved instantly in her mouth. A warm current immediately flowed through her body. Her previously numb and stiff limbs instantly regained sensation, feeling even more energized than before. The toxins were completely purged, and she felt an unprecedented lightness.

She flexed her hands and feet. Her almond eyes returned to Jerry, but this time, in addition to residual hatred, there was deep apprehension and an unreadable complexity. She truly could not comprehend this boy.

"You won’t kill me?"

"Kill you? Tsk. Your life-saving method probably only activates after you ’die,’ right? While the side effects are likely significant, it’s ultimately not a true death. Besides, I don’t believe you can resurrect nine times like a cat. But, most importantly, I didn’t want to start a fight to the death with you. So, are you... leaving or not?"

"We... will meet again." The witch bit her lower lip, coldly throwing the declaration over her shoulder, then, dragging her tall, voluptuous body, she vanished into the night without looking back.

Jerry paid no attention to the witch’s "prophecy." He calmly retrieved his wand, and, leading the floating cloth bag, he strolled unhurriedly out of the thoroughly ransacked room with the short, characteristic steps of a boy.

Outside the door, the night wind blew, rustling the dead leaves on the ground. Jerry looked up at the silent night sky, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. He led the lightly floating cloth bag, step by step, into the deeper shadows of the alley. Everything around him seemed irrelevant, only the clatter of the Galleons in the bag echoing in his ears, sounding as pleasant as a lullaby.

Just as he was about to disappear completely into the darkness, a cold, mechanical voice sounded directly in the depths of his mind, audible only to him. The voice carried no emotion but possessed absolute authority, as if some high-dimensional entity were conveying a directive.

"[Monthly Main Quest] completed: ’Gringotts’ Secret.’ Quest settlement in progress... Family Prestige Points +50, Galleons +1000. Rewards deposited into personal account."

Jerry’s steps paused slightly, but his expression remained unchanged. This was the familiar "System" prompt. He received such feedback every time he completed a mission assigned by the "System."

"[New Monthly Main Quest] is generating..."

"[New Monthly Side Quest] is generating..."

The cold voice continued, with brief pauses, as if performing complex calculations and deductions. Moments later, the new quest instructions, along with more detailed information, flashed before his eyes like a light screen, then quickly faded. Only the core content echoed in his consciousness.

"[Side Quest One: Prelude to Taming the Little Wildcat]"

"Quest Description: Several interesting ’variables’ will appear on your path. A certain fiery-tempered ’little wildcat’ with unique magical talents is about to enter your sight. Her ’arrogance’ needs to be appropriately ’tamed’ for future use."

"Quest Objective: Before the start of the Hogwarts term, use non-magical means to provoke at least one more intense emotional fluctuation from her (anger, fear, extreme confusion, etc.), and ensure she thoroughly remembers your defining characteristics."

"Quest Reward: Family Prestige Points +20, Galleons +200, acquire [Charm (Novice)] magical skill experience."

Soon, all quest information was transmitted, and the voice in Jerry’s mind returned to silence.