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

Bong! Bong!

The melodious chiming of a bell echoed from the distance.

Jerry slowly woke up.

He felt his body wrapped in something soft and warm.

Opening his eyes, he was met with Catherine’s golden hair scattered across his chest.

Catherine’s body was pressed tightly against his.

Jerry could feel the tip of his cock being held inside a warm, wet little mouth, sending sensations of licking and flicking to his brain.

It was an extremely indulgent and exceptionally provocative posture.

He gently turned his head to the side, meeting Catherine’s cat-like eyes.

Those eyes, which usually carried a feral wildness, were now as tender as spring water.

The little wildcat had long been awake; she was simply holding him tightly without moving, her breasts crushing against his chest.

She seemed to be enjoying this early morning, savoring the perfect fit of their bodies.

Seeing Jerry wake up, Catherine’s eyes rolled slyly, flashing with a mischievous glint.

She immediately pretended to close her eyes, her long lashes fluttering over her lids.

However, her tongue did not stop; instead, it became even more forward in its teasing of his meat-spear. Her slender tongue-tip circled nimbly around the head of his cock, the tickling combined with the wet heat making Jerry’s flaccid shaft tremble instantly.

Catherine’s wet tongue traced the contours of Jerry’s cock from the base to the tip, as if every texture were being precisely mapped.

She used her tongue-tip to trace gentle circles, occasionally scraping lightly with her teeth, sending a subtle wave of numbing pleasure through him.

Catherine’s oral cavity was warm and moist, enveloping Jerry’s shaft completely. Along with her sucking, it produced "slurp, slurp" water sounds that were exceptionally clear and seductive in the quiet morning.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that she slowly opened her mouth.

"Good morning, my little pervert master!"

Catherine’s voice carried a hint of hoarseness from her recent deep-throating, mixed with a coquettish sweetness that could melt a man’s bones.

She nuzzled her head against Jerry’s neck, her long blonde hair brushing across his chest with every movement, bringing waves of tingles.

Jerry let out a long yawn, the scent of female bodies and a faint trace of alcohol still lingering in his nasal cavity.

He looked around blearily; the familiar Slytherin dormitory came into view, with its dark green velvet curtains, carved wooden bedposts, and the faint morning light filtering through the window.

"How did I get back?"

He asked in confusion.

Catherine rolled her eyes beautifully and sat up nimbly from the bed, her bare skin glowing with an alluring luster in the dawn light.

"Who else could it be?

Isabella dumped you back here!

Just how much did you drink with those witches yesterday?"

Her voice carried a hint of amazement mixed with a trace of jealousy.

Jerry tried hard to recall the details of last night, but only chaotic images flashed in his mind. He only remembered glasses of liquor being poured down his throat one after another.

"I think... maybe a few hundred glasses,"

He finally shook his head, his tone uncertain. "I don’t really remember."

His gaze inadvertently shifted to the nearby wall, where three glass bottles still constantly flashing with various colors were hanging.

The souls of Kaelia, Erica, and Li were currently quietly imprisoned inside, emitting a faint and unique glow, still deep in slumber.

"They are not decorations!" Jerry said to Catherine somewhat helplessly. "They helped me quite a lot this time."

"Hmm? Them?"

Catherine immediately caught the key point in Jerry’s words, her gaze following his to the three glass bottles.

A flash of curiosity passed through her cat eyes, but without a shred of fear.

"I thought they were souvenirs you brought back, master... But they only have their souls left. What do you plan to do?"

Catherine’s question jolted Jerry further awake from the haze of his hangover.

He struggled to sit up in bed. The large movement completely exposed his naked body to Catherine’s eyes.

Only then did Jerry realize that from his chest to the root of his thighs, and even the inside of his knees, he was covered in lipstick marks of varying shades.

The shapes of red lips, some dark and some light, were layered on top of each other as if he had been besieged by a pack of hungry lionesses.

Jerry looked down and pinched his fully erect meat-spear. Unsurprisingly, that proudly standing, hideous cock and the testicles bulging with blood beneath it were also covered in glaring lipstick marks. The sight was truly comical and absurd.

Jerry bared his teeth but said nothing.

Jerry rolled over and grabbed his black wizard robe from the floor, which was tainted with the scent of wine and perfume.

He threw it on casually. The wide robe covered the erotic scenery on his body, but it couldn’t hide the exhaustion written all over his face.

He reached into the wide pocket of his robe and pulled out a fleshy, fist-sized meatball that was still slightly wriggling.

The meatball was a dark red color, its surface irregularly bulging with tiny blood vessels and semi-transparent glands, looking like a living, beating heart.

It emitted a unique and slightly sweet-musky scent, making Catherine’s cat nose twitch gently.

This was exactly the reward issued by the system after Jerry had completed a series of missions in that world and helped the Wizarding Legion capture the Tyranid—a Tyranid Broodmother.

However, this Broodmother was not that powerful entity capable of independent consciousness and devouring everything.

It was more like a vegetative insect, a lump of breeding tool driven purely by biological instincts, lacking independent consciousness and thought.

The only pity was that although it shared the same genus and origin as that Tyranid, it had not inherited its gene pool.

This meant that the powerful biological genes devoured by that Broodmother over its long existence had not been passed down. It was merely a "blank slate."

Jerry would have to feed it himself to allow this little guy to acquire reproductive capabilities similar to the original Broodmother.

Although the five-colored dragons cultivated by that Broodmother could only be considered knock-offs, if there were enough of them, they would be enough to achieve miraculous effects.

Jerry held the meatball up to Catherine; it was still wriggling slightly in his palm.

He briefly explained the origin and function of this thing to her.

Of course, all information regarding the system was concealed.

After listening to Jerry’s description, Catherine’s emerald-green cat eyes were filled with disbelief.

She reached out a finger and poked the still slightly beating meatball, then quickly pulled it back, her fingertips carrying a trace of curious dread.

"The Ministry... The Ministry actually let you bring such a dangerous thing back?" Catherine’s tone carried an unsuppressable marvel.

Jerry chuckled lightly, his fingers gently stroking the meatball in his hand.

"They don’t know."

He was concise and to the point.

Only then did Catherine nod, her tense body relaxing as she rested her head back on Jerry’s shoulder.

Her tongue-tip started restlessly swirling around his earlobe again, the itchiness shooting straight from the root of his ear to his brain.

"Then don’t tell them..."

Her voice lowered a few notches, carrying the intimate whisper exclusive to a lover.

Catherine paused for a moment, her eyes rolling slyly again with a look of possessiveness. "My little pervert master, you’re not thinking of using this thing to forge new bodies for your old flames from another world, are you?"

Although Catherine’s tone was phrased as a question, the look in her eyes was one of pure certainty.

Jerry gave her a noncommittal nod.

He gently pried open Catherine’s legs wrapped around his waist and struggled to sit up from the bed.

He carefully placed the heavy meatball on the nightstand, where it continued its slight, rhythmic wriggling.

Jerry picked up a clean robe from the side of the bed and put it on. While tying the belt, he said, "I don’t plan to do so in the short term, however."

Jerry walked to the window and pulled open the heavy dark green velvet curtains. The faint morning sunlight instantly bathed the entire room.

Jerry’s gaze passed through the window glass toward the distant spires, his eyes deep and complex.

"Although I have temporarily washed away the sins committed by the Rosier family over the years, there are still many eyes watching me."

Jerry’s voice carried a maturity and steadiness beyond his age, forming a sharp contrast with his state of having just been "deeply teased" by Catherine.

Jerry turned around and looked at Catherine, his tone carrying a bit of caution. "So the most important thing to do right now is to first get back the Crystal Golem License that the Ministry promised me, and then reopen the Crystal Golem Workshop."

Jerry walked to the wall with the three soul bottles. He reached out and gently touched one of the glass bottles; the soul light dot inside flickered faintly.

"At the same time, the souls of Erica, Kaelia, and Li suffered significant damage because they were forcibly extracted from the Tyranid Broodmother’s soul projection."

Hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Catherine’s eyes.

She knew that soul damage was an extremely dangerous thing for any magical creature.

"Is it very serious?"

Catherine asked softly.

"It won’t lead to memory loss, but at the very least, they will require a long period of recovery before they can wake up."

Jerry withdrew his hand, his tone carrying a hint of regret. "Therefore, assigning bodies to them is something that cannot be rushed for the time being."

"As for you, little kitty!"

Jerry’s gaze fell on Catherine’s emerald-green cat eyes, a flash of doubt in his eyes. "I remember the color of your eyes wasn’t green before. Why have they turned green now?"

Hearing Jerry’s question, Catherine didn’t shy away at all.

She merely gave her perky buttocks a gentle wiggle. Immediately following, a slender, soft cat tail with dark green fuzz elegantly grew out from above her tailbone.

The tail was fluffy and full of vitality, its tip curling up slightly as if silently declaring something.

During the time Jerry was away, she had surprisingly completed a bloodline modification surgery.

Looking at that long green tail, Jerry was momentarily stunned, but he quickly reacted, a flash of understanding crossing his eyes.

"You actually underwent the Cursed Cat bloodline modification?"

He said in a low voice, carrying a bit of surprise but mostly admiration.

Before his words even fell, Catherine acted like a real cat, her movements elegant and swift.

With a lean forward, she hugged Jerry’s waist, pulling his body into her embrace.

Jerry’s frame, slightly taller than his peers, seemed somewhat petite in front of her at this moment.

Catherine’s breasts pressed tightly against his back, those full, soft orbs rubbing against every inch of skin on his body.

At the same time, her newly grown dark green tail nimbly threaded between Jerry’s thighs. Carrying an instinct for toying with prey, it rapidly teased the testicles beneath Jerry’s meat-root. Like a cat playing with a bell, it patted them gently, bringing an alluring itch.

"Of course, my little pervert master."

Catherine’s voice carried a hint of proud coquetry. She breathed like an orchid by Jerry’s ear, her warm breath spraying on his auricle. "I’m about to take the Standard Wizarding Level exams soon."

As Catherine spoke, the movements of her tail became even more playful. She even used the tip of her tail to gently rub Jerry’s balls a few times. Every touch brought a tingling numbness that made him shudder uncontrollably.

Jerry’s cock, under that soft touch, began to uncontrollably raise its head again.

"Although I have a certain talent in curses and potions!"

Catherine continued to explain, her voice carrying an academic rigor, but the movements of her tail grew increasingly bold. "But the O.W.L.s don’t just test those two subjects.

Therefore, undergoing bloodline modification is the most common and relatively safer choice."

Catherine’s tail suddenly stopped playing, merely coiling softly around Jerry’s balls, bringing a feeling of being bound yet warmly wrapped.

"And more importantly, the Cursed Kitten, although its rank isn’t too high in terms of bloodline modification levels, possesses growth potential. It can grow by devouring curses and it grants an extremely long lifespan."

Catherine paused, her tone full of longing and confidence for the future. "Although it can’t compare to the Elven race that can live for thousands or tens of thousands of years, living for five or six hundred years is still not a big problem."

Catherine’s voice was like a melodious spell, soft and full of magic.

Her tail suddenly, with a hint of teasing, brushed upward along Jerry’s plump balls, gently sweeping over his proudly erect cock, leaving a string of shivers in its wake.

"If in the future I manage to grasp the law-level power of a certain curse, I might even grow into a figure like Dumbledore!"

Catherine’s words caused Jerry to jolt awake from the haze of his hangover and the blur of lust.

His head, buried in the sultry softness of Catherine’s chest, suddenly lifted, his eyes refocusing.

That was right!

Catherine was about to take the Standard Wizarding Level exams, which were exceptionally cruel for wizards.

This wasn’t an ordinary final exam. If there was anything in this world that wizards absolutely did not want to face, then besides death, it was only the O.W.L. exams.

Every exam was a dual purgatory for both mind and body; a slight misstep could lead to eternal damnation.

Although you could take a makeup exam if you failed, that so-called "makeup exam" offered no comfort whatsoever.

Every O.W.L. exam was accompanied by a nearly forty percent mortality rate.

This meant that if you didn’t pass the first time, for the second makeup exam, the death probability you would face wouldn’t be forty percent, but even higher. This was because the people taking the makeup exam with you wouldn’t be first-time rookies, but veterans who had experienced the assessment one or multiple times.

To pass the assessment, they would do whatever it takes at any cost.

This cruel elimination system caused countless wizards to fall forever on their path to a higher magical realm right in the prime of their lives.

As if sensing Jerry’s solemn gaze, the corners of Catherine’s lips hooked slightly, her emerald-green cat eyes flashing with a confident light.

Catherine gently wriggled her body, pressing her breasts even more closely against Jerry. Using a teasing tone, she said sweetly, "What’s wrong?

My little pervert master.

Do you really have that little faith in me?"

Jerry looked at her and suddenly smiled.

That smile, in her eyes, carried a bit of elusive slyness.

Jerry reached out his hand and directly grasped the root of Catherine’s slender, elastic tail.

The tail had dark green fuzz. At this moment, in his palm, he felt a reassuring weight.

Jerry, with an almost tyrannical possessiveness, began to forcefully stroke the cat’s tail.

The tail twisted and struggled restlessly in his hand.

Catherine’s body trembled slightly along with it. She let out a soft "Meow" from her mouth, carrying a trace of indescribable numbness and the pleasure of being controlled.

Catherine’s eyes also grew glazed, a thin blush appearing on her face.

Catherine’s tail was connected to her central nervous system. Being treated so roughly by Jerry at this moment gave her a stimulation that was both shameful and delightful.

"I am full of confidence in you."

Jerry’s voice carried an unquestionable certainty. While stroking that soft, elastic tail, he leaned close to Catherine’s ear and said gently yet firmly, "After all, you are my little kitty, my most trusted little kitty!"

Having comforted the little kitty who was "roughly treated" by him, he watched Catherine reluctantly get up and rush to class.

The closer it got to the O.W.L.s, the more classes there were. Even a gifted student like her didn’t dare to slack off in the slightest.

Jerry, however, wasn’t in a hurry.

Although he also had classes today, he had more important things to do.

Jerry first went to the bathroom and took a comfortable hot shower, washing away the smell of alcohol over his body, as well as those comical lipstick marks.

The hot water washed over his exhausted body, rejuvenating him with freshness and vitality. After washing up, Jerry draped on a clean robe, grabbed a handful of emerald-green Floo Powder from beside the fireplace, and threw it into the roaring flames.

"Black Feather Castle!"

He softly uttered the name of his destination. The green flames instantly shot up, engulfing him.

The next second, Jerry stood steadily in the center of the hall of Black Feather Castle.

The place still maintained the antiquity and solemnity unique to the Rosier family. The air was filled with a faint scent of books and magic.

In the fireplace of the hall, warm flames crackled, dispelling the slight chill of the early morning.

Elania was sitting on the massive sofa in front of the fireplace. Wearing a light white dress, her long blonde hair cascaded like a waterfall over the back of the chair, shimmering with a soft glow in the reflection of the firelight.

Holding a thick book from Jerry’s collection in her hands, her slender fingers gently stroked the pages, her expression focused.

When Elania heard the sound coming from the fireplace and looked up to see Jerry’s figure, her eyes immediately lit up, and a bright, innocent smile like a child’s blossomed on her face.

"Jerry, you’re back!"

She put down the book and got up to greet Jerry, her graceful movements like a fairy in the woods.

Jerry smiled and hugged her. Elania’s soft, elastic body pressed against him, carrying the unique freshness and sweetness of the forest.

Jerry tightened his arms, feeling the docile, delicate body in his embrace, and asked softly, "How is it?

Are you getting used to it?"

Elania nodded, her golden hair rubbing against the top of his head, so soft it made one’s heart tremble.

"I’m getting used to it, alright.

Catherine often takes me out for walks and to eat delicious food.

But..." Elania’s tone shifted, carrying a hint of complaint as she pouted charmingly. "It’s just, why can’t we hire House-Elves here?

Washing dishes and stuff is really too annoying!"

Hearing this, Jerry rolled his eyes in exasperation.

It seemed Elania had thoroughly understood the "national conditions" of the wizarding world and even knew of the existence of House-Elves.

In the magical world, House-Elves were standard issue for many pure-blood families.

Because the Rosier family had previously been judged as Dark Wizards and their reputation had plummeted, according to the rules, they were not qualified to hire House-Elves.

However, relying on the prestige Jerry had accumulated now, as well as his achievements in the Wizarding Legion, he had cleared the Rosier family’s stigma of being Dark Wizards.

Therefore, there would be no more obstructions to hiring House-Elves now.

However, Jerry had just come back not long ago, and with so many affairs to handle, he simply hadn’t had the time to deal with this matter yet.

He comforted Elania softly for a few words, his fingertips gently stroking through her golden hair, and then carried her back to the sofa to sit down, the two snuggling closely together.

He raised his hand.

In the center of Jerry’s palm, a bizarre, complex rune radiating a holy luster materialized out of thin air.

The rune was not an arcane mark common in the wizarding world, but carried an ancient, primal power, as if containing some universal truth.

As soon as Elania saw this rune, her eyes contracted slightly. Her graceful brows furrowed tightly; a trace of solemnity replaced her previous charming naivete, replaced by the vigilance and hint of disgust unique to an Elven Princess.

She looked up at Jerry, her tone very certain, carrying unprecedented seriousness: "What?

Have you also encountered those false gods of the pseudo-Olympian pantheon?"

Jerry shook his head, then hesitantly nodded.

He turned his palm over, the rune flickering faintly in his hand.

"Can you expel this mark from my body?"

Jerry asked, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

Elania gave Jerry a firm answer without hesitation. Her slender finger gently touched the rune in Jerry’s palm. The rune emitted a faint tremor beneath her fingertip, as if sensing her power.

But then, Elania’s expression became somewhat complex again. She parted her red lips, her voice carrying a trace of warning. "It can be cleared. But, once this mark is removed, the false god who planted it will immediately sense it."

Her voice carried an unquestionable certainty. It was obvious she possessed a deep understanding of the powers of false gods.

After listening, the light in Jerry’s eyes dimmed slightly.

"Then forget it." Jerry sighed. Clasping his hand shut, the rune disappeared back beneath his skin, as if it had never appeared.

Jerry withdrew his hand and pulled Elania back into his embrace, holding her soft waist tightly. Resting his head gently in her golden hair, he fell deep into thought. The crackling flames in the fireplace could not dispel the irritation in his heart at this moment.

In his ears, the sudden quest he received not long ago in the Hog’s Head Inn continuously echoed: [Sudden Quest Triggered: The Secret of the Queen of Heaven].

The system’s cold, mechanical voice described the quest contents word by word again: Conquer! Completely conquer! Conquer Hera, the Queen of Heaven, who came to the wizarding world to investigate.

The quest description was unusually straightforward and cruel: From heart to flesh, from inside to outside, completely conquer her.

This wasn’t just a physical conquest, but the absolute submission of soul and will. This quest clearly left no room for retreat.

If he could complete the quest, Jerry would not only obtain abundant Family Prestige points and rewards, but more importantly, the system would unlock the subsequent chain quest—Ragnarok.

This was a grand and tempting promise, foreshadowing the opportunity to touch upon more secrets of the gods in the future.

However, if he failed to complete the quest, the consequences would be equally disastrous.

Not only would Jerry die, but it would be an ending even more chilling than death—Hera would kill every woman associated with Jerry!

Every single female he had a relationship with would suffer utter annihilation.

Hera. Mother of Gods, one of the Twelve Olympians.

Although, in the judgment of wizards, they were nothing but false gods.

Not the true deities from myths and legends at all.

But they were equally powerful, and commanded a magical authority completely different from, yet just as mighty as, wizards.

And as the Queen of Heaven, Hera’s power was unquestionable. But what was even more terrifying was her infamous jealousy.

In mythology, her wrath was enough to burn the heavens and earth; her vengeance was endless.

Once she was offended, there would definitely be no good outcome.

In reality, it probably wouldn’t be much different!

Jerry hugged Elania tightly, feeling the freshness and warmth of the forest emanating from her body.

Yet, at this moment, this peaceful harbor was also under an unknown threat.

Jerry subconsciously tightened his arms, holding Elania even closer. The intertwining of their bodies seemed to bring a trace of illusory security, but it couldn’t ward off the vast pressure coming from a deity.

"Jerry?"

Elania sensitively perceived the change in Jerry’s mood. She tilted her head up slightly from his embrace, looking at his somewhat heavy profile, her eyes filled with worry.

Elania’s slender fingers gently stroked Jerry’s cheek, as if she could feel the struggle deep within his heart.

Elania had never seen Jerry reveal such a serious and solemn expression, which gave her an unprecedented sense of unease.

"I’m fine!"

"I just wanted to hold you!"