The restaurant remained as magnificent and immaculate as ever.
Mei-Ting Jin and her colleagues were still standing outside the barrier, waiting nervously.
Inside the barrier, Vice Director Su Chan still sat gracefully in the main seat.
Jerry Rosier and the Elf Princess were still seated opposite her.
It seemed as if nothing had happened.
But Mei-Ting Jin knew that something had irrevocably changed.
Because she could clearly see that the hand holding the teacup, belonging to Vice Director Su Chan, was trembling violently at an extremely minute, almost imperceptible frequency.
Her complexion was as pale as the perennial snow of Siberia.
The barrier dissipated silently.
Like a rusted puppet, Su Chan put down the teacup in her hand.
Su Chan didn't look at Jerry, nor anyone else, but stared dead at a certain point on the table in front of her, as if there were a black hole capable of sucking her soul in.
Humiliation.
Boundless, bone-deep humiliation filled every inch of her consciousness like the most vicious curse.
Su Chan had actually prepared two plans long ago.
Before coming, she had already placed all the top-tier materials needed to build the "Life Construct" in her portable storage magical artifact.
Su Chan's plan was perfect: Plan A, use words and power, a mix of soft and hard tactics, to completely control Jerry Rosier, then activate the teleportation array to take him away.
This was the ideal result.
And if Plan A was hindered—for example, if people from the Ministry of Magic, or even Dumbledore himself intervened, making it impossible for her to forcibly take Jerry away—then she would immediately activate Plan B.
The content of Plan B was to abandon the forceful abduction and instead adopt a posture of "cherishing talent" and magnanimity, presenting these top-tier materials, which had long been extinct in Europe and which Jerry dreamed of, as a "meeting gift" and "investment."
In this way, even if she didn't get the person, she could sell a favor, letting him see the strength and sincerity of the Asian Ministry of Magic.
This was not only to ease the relationship but also to place an irresistible bet on this most potential future pawn.
Today's gift was for a tenfold, hundredfold return in the future.
This move, defensible in retreat and aggressive in advance, could be called perfect.
However, reality gave her the loudest and most humiliating slap in the face.
People from the Ministry of Magic didn't appear at all.
Dumbledore was nowhere to be seen. No external intervention, no force majeure.
She, Su Chan, the Vice Director of the Asian Ministry of Magic, the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, an absolute powerhouse standing at the peak of power, was defeated so neatly and thoroughly by the target of her operation himself—an eleven-year-old boy.
Moreover, she was completely conquered and defeated from the inside out in the most primitive and humiliating way that Su Chan didn't even dare to think about.
Now, Su Chan still had to hand over these materials.
But their nature had undergone a tremendous change.
This was no longer the "gift" or "investment" in Plan B, nor any farsighted "gesture of goodwill."
This was... reparations after defeat.
It was a tribute forced to be handed over after being conquered.
Su Chan slowly raised her hand, her movements stiff as a puppet on strings.
Su Chan's fingertips brushed across the exquisite small storage sachet embroidered with a nine-tailed white fox at her waist. This was one of her natal magical artifacts, her face, her pride.
But now, Su Chan had to hand it over with her own hands.
Su Chan's fingertips were trembling, and all color faded from her peerlessly beautiful face.
Su Chan bit her lip hard, a sweet and fishy rust smell filling her mouth.
She used all her strength to control the urge to go berserk on the spot and slaughter everyone here.
Finally, under everyone's suspicious gazes, Su Chan untied the sachet, placed it on the table, and then, in a hoarse voice filled with endless coldness and hatred, said slowly:
"Inside here... is everything you want."
"Mr. Rosier, I hope you... enjoy using it."
With a strong sense of spatial distortion, Su Chan's figure stumbled out of the emerald green flames, almost staggering into her familiar private living room filled with sandalwood and fox charm scent.
The fire in the fireplace was still burning brightly, illuminating the huge silk mural on the wall depicting the prosperous scenery of Qing Qiu.
This was Su Chan's secret manor, her true lair, an absolutely safe domain belonging only to her.
But today, this familiar sense of safety failed to soothe any ripples in Su Chan's heart.
Humiliation, anger, and waves of tearing, burning pain coming from the deepest part of her body gnawed at her reason like the most vicious viper.
Thinking of how she was forced to hand over the sachet representing her face, thinking of those indelible marks left on her body by that boy, she wished she could turn back immediately and tear everyone there to shreds at all costs!
Bang!
Unable to suppress the anger in her heart anymore, Su Chan raised her hand and slashed a terrifying white light blade fiercely at the magnificent long table carved from a whole piece of thousand-year-old red sandalwood beside her!
However, the expected scene of the table being destroyed didn't happen.
That sharp light blade, sufficient to split a building in half instantly, melted silently and strangely less than an inch from the long table, as if blocked by an invisible yet incredibly tough barrier.
Su Chan's pupils shrank violently.
She looked up abruptly, only to find that at some point, in her living room, right in front of the burning fireplace, a figure was standing quietly.
"Who!"
A stern shout blurted out! The bellyful of evil fire with nowhere to vent instantly found an outlet!
Someone dared to sneak silently into her private manor, into this living room full of arrays and traps? Were they tired of living!
Monstrous killing intent erupted from her body like a tangible tsunami!
Su Chan didn't even hesitate, about to launch the fiercest attack to completely vaporize this reckless intruder!
However, when the dancing firelight of the fireplace illuminated the face of that figure, the terrifying power gathered at Su Chan's fingertips, enough to destroy a small hill, stopped with extreme difficulty.
The expression on her face changed like a revolving lantern in just one second, from rage to shock, then to a complex emotion mixed with fear and helplessness.
"It's you?"
Su Chan's voice was dry and hoarse.
Standing in front of her was a woman.
A woman breathtakingly beautiful and breathtakingly dangerous.
She wore a well-tailored black Chanel suit made by a top magical tailor in Paris. Under the skirt was a pair of slender, straight beautiful legs wrapped in ultra-thin black stockings, and on her feet were scarlet high heels with heels sharp as daggers.
Hair as deep as the night, slightly curly, draped casually over her shoulders, forming a strong visual impact with her skin so white it was almost transparent.
Her features were exquisite like a perfect masterpiece carved by a top artist with exhaustive effort, but those slightly upturned eyes, deep as obsidian, revealed an arrogance and madness born with her and penetrating into her marrow.
Su Chan was familiar with that look because she had just seen a similar look on another person's face.
Yes, the eyes and brows of the woman in front of her bore a seven or eight-point resemblance to the boy—Jerry Rosier—who had just galloped wantonly on her body leaving humiliating marks!
Only, compared to Jerry's still somewhat immature violence, this woman's madness was the kind of elegant and fatal madness possessed only after years of precipitation and countless experiences of blood and fire.
"You're actually not dead?"
Su Chan looked at her. Although the anger on her face slightly subsided due to shock, her tone was still full of sharp sarcasm like ice spikes. "Aren't you afraid that those old guys who have been looking for you for more than ten years will find out you are still alive and kicking?
Or are you tired of the scenery in Azkaban and want to change places?"
As she spoke, she looked warily left and right.
With this look, her heart sank a bit more.
She found that the entire manor had fallen into a weird, absolute dead silence.
Outside the window, her most beloved kin descendants possessing thin fox blood—those clever little foxes who should have been playing under the moon—were now all fixed on the spot like specimens sealed in amber, maintaining various vivid postures.
One little fox had its mouth wide open, seeming to want to catch a falling leaf.
Another leaped high, limbs stretched in the air, but could never land.
The flowing stream stopped. The swaying branches solidified. Even the dust floating in the air seemed to have the pause button pressed.
The entire huge manor was shrouded in a silent domain of time stasis.
Those who could do this were few in the entire wizarding world. And among them, this woman who should have been "dead" was definitely included.
"My dear Chan!"
The woman ignored her sharp words. Her red lips parted slightly, her voice like fine velvet, smooth and pleasant, yet carrying a faint, chilling smile: "Haven't seen you for so many years, your temper is still so explosive.
What?
Not going well?
Stumped by a child?"
As she spoke, she walked slowly toward Su Chan with elegant cat steps, stepping clack, clack, clack with those high heels capable of crushing human bones.
Her gaze, like the most precise scalpel, scanned Su Chan unscrupulously.
From her slightly messy hair to her gorgeous long dress stained with some imperceptible dirt, and finally fixed on her face pale as paper, biting her lip deathly tight.
A trace of understanding and malicious smile flashed in the woman's eyes.
"Oh... it seems I overthought."
She laughed softly. The laughter was crisp but sounded unprecedentedly harsh to Su Chan. "I thought with your means, you could bring him back smoothly.
Since you are standing here alone now, it proves you failed."
"Since you failed, there's no point in me staying here." The woman spread her hands elegantly, her movements full of dramatic exaggeration. "I'm leaving. Otherwise, if those old guys with noses keener than dogs find out I'm back, they probably won't even be able to sleep tonight."
With that, she really turned to leave.
These words completely ignited the string in Su Chan's heart that had long been stretched to the limit!
"Stop! You crazy woman!"
Su Chan let out an unsuppressable roar!
She could no longer tolerate this woman's appalling attitude of being high above, as if everything was under her control!
What failure?
What being stumped by a little boy?
These words said by others were humiliation, but said by this crazy woman, they were doubled, the most vicious humiliation!
Because this crazy woman was that...
Was that purest dark wizard—Li Rosier—who single-handedly set off a reign of terror in the entire European wizarding world more than ten years ago, and was finally announced "dead from curse backlash and mental disorder" jointly by the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's Hospital!
Monstrous rage and boundless humiliation completely overwhelmed reason at this moment!
Like an enraged female leopard, Su Chan's figure flashed, turning into a white bolt of lightning, pouncing fiercely at Li's back!
"Dare to mock me?
I think you are the one tired of living!"
Facing Su Chan's pounce full of angry blows, Li's face showed no panic at all.
She didn't even look back. Just the moment Su Chan was about to pounce on her, the high heels under her feet slid nimbly to the side at an incredible angle.
Su Chan's determined pounce missed instantly, stumbling forward several steps due to inertia.
And Li, like an ice skater, spun elegantly, turning exactly to Su Chan's side. Her arms, like the most nimble vipers, instantly wrapped around Su Chan's waist, which was defenseless due to the forward rush.
"Such a big temper!" Li's lips almost touched Su Chan's sensitive earlobe, whispering in a breath full of ambiguity and teasing, "Let me help you cool down, okay?"
Before her voice fell, her arms wrapped around Su Chan's waist exerted force suddenly!
Rip!
A crisp sound of fabric tearing rang out!
The gorgeous long dress on Su Chan, made of top oriental silk and already damaged in the previous battle, was instantly torn in half from top to bottom under Li's rough movement full of suggestive meaning, falling to the ground like broken butterfly wings.
In an instant, Su Chan's mature, voluptuous, fit-to-the-extreme, naked perfect body was exposed unreservedly under the dancing, warm fireplace light.
"You seek death!"
Su Chan was shocked and angry! She didn't expect this crazy woman to "fight back" in this way! She turned abruptly, that slender beautiful leg carrying a sharp breaking wind sound, like the sharpest battle axe, kicking fiercely at Li's waist!
However, Li seemed to have anticipated her move long ago. She didn't dodge but met it head-on! She used her own leg, wearing stockings and equally slender and tight, to block Su Chan's attack precisely and toughly!
Bang!
Two equally perfect beautiful legs full of power collided fiercely in mid-air, making a dull impact sound full of fleshiness!
Immediately after, as if reaching some tacit agreement.
Two people, like two female leopards biting and playing with each other, fought madly, fiercely, and disorderly in this spacious living room, entangled together!
They sometimes tore at the expensive clothes on each other in the roughest way, sometimes left ambiguous red marks on each other's fair skin with nails, and sometimes greeted each other's eighteen generations of ancestors with the most vicious language.
This didn't look like fighting, but more like a weird "dance" full of violence and desire.
Soon, as the last piece of black lace underwear was fiercely torn off Li's body by Su Chan, there was no extra fabric in this room anymore.
Two naked female bodies, equally mature, equally perfect, and equally full of fatal temptation, under the reflection of the fireplace light, panting heavily, entangled with each other, fell onto the floor covered with a thick Persian carpet.
Su Chan rode on Li, hands pressing her shoulders deathly tight, the huge fullness on her chest heaving constantly due to violent panting.
"You lunatic!"
She said through gritted teeth, "Do you know how much face I lost today!"
Li lay on the carpet, letting Su Chan press on her. Her obsidian-like eyes flashed with bewitching and moving light under the reflection of the firelight.
She extended that slender and cold hand wearing several gorgeous dark magic rings, slowly sliding down along Su Chan's flat and firm lower abdomen, as if stroking a rare treasure.
"Face?" She chuckled, tone full of disdain and sarcasm. "Can you eat that stuff?
For people like us, only power is real.
Tell me, my dear Su Chan, how is the situation on the frontline?
Heard that the 'Dynasty' sent a few so-called old monsters over again?
Can you hold them?"
The two of them were not just simple "acquaintances."
When Su Chan guarded the frontline fighting the "Dynasty" cultivation world, this Li Rosier, who should have been "dead," was one of her most mysterious, most powerful, and most unreliable "allies."
They had fought side by side and plotted against each other; the relationship between them was closer than enemies, more dangerous than lovers.
Su Chan felt that cold hand wandering and exploring wantonly on the most sensitive parts of her body.
A familiar numb electric current, making her love and hate it, rushed from her tailbone all the way to the top of her skull. She couldn't help but let out a suppressed muffled groan, her body softening a bit.
"Still... still okay..." She panted, speaking intermittently. "Those few old guys... although difficult to deal with, are ultimately... country bumpkins who only know how to work behind closed doors... fighting without method... just... just that their mana is thick... unreasonably so..."
Just as Su Chan's thoughts were gradually led somewhat drifting by that nimble hand, Li's hand wandering on her body suddenly stopped.
Her finger, like the most sensitive probe, gently probed into that mysterious garden, wet and muddy, which had just experienced a catastrophe.
Then, the expression on Li's face changed.
That nonchalant smile full of playfulness disappeared instantly without a trace. Replaced by a biting killing intent cold enough to freeze the soul!
Her finger could clearly and effortlessly feel how... loose, messy, and even... deformed that passage inside, which should have been tight, warm, and elastic, was at this moment!
That was not the state after normal desire. That was a trauma impossible to recover from, left after being repeatedly and cruelly ravaged, torn, and stretched by a huge, rough foreign object beyond physiological limits!
In just an instant, Li understood everything.
"He..." Li's voice carried a trace of true, cold anger for the first time. "Did he... you...?"
Su Chan's body stiffened violently.
She didn't expect that the most humiliating fact she tried hard to hide was discovered by this crazy woman so easily in this way!
A sense of shame stronger than when Jerry violated her just now rushed to the top of her head instantly!
"Shut up!" She let out a scream of shame and indignation, biting on Li's smooth-as-jade shoulder without thinking!
However, Li seemed not to feel the pain.
She just let Su Chan bite, but in those obsidian-like eyes, that biting killing intent was condensing and rising at an alarming speed!
"How dare they... how dare they!" Li's voice was low as a curse from hell!
A terrifying aura emanated from her body. The temperature of the entire room seemed to drop by a dozen degrees instantly!
Su Chan felt this familiar yet strange killing intent full of destruction.
She trembled all over, releasing her mouth subconsciously.
Li's finger still lingered in Su Chan's messy secret realm. With the violent fluctuation of her emotions, that fair slender finger unconsciously gouged fiercely at the edge of Su Chan's red and swollen tender flesh, which was even somewhat difficult to close.
"Mmph...!" Su Chan let out a cry of pain, body trembling violently, back arched abruptly. Under the squeeze of this force, the pair of huge snow-white abundances on her chest deformed slightly, bouncing non-stop like startled white rabbits.
"'Beast Transformation Potion'...?" Li's voice was so cold it seemed capable of sublimating ice slag directly from the air.
Her obsidian-like eyes were filled with weird blood color at this time; that was not because of anger, but absolute madness after a taboo was touched.
"During my absence, those rats in the gutter, that group of 'professors' wearing skins, and those slaves of the Ministry of Magic who only know how to lick soles... actually dared...?
Actually dared to use this lowly, inferior, dirty low-class potion to smear my bloodline which I cherish as a treasure?"
Li propped up her body abruptly. Her naked delicate body presented a morbid tension due to excessively twisted killing thoughts.
Every inch of line on Li's fair back was like a bowstring pulled to the limit.
Seeing this, Su Chan's pupils shrank tight. Disregarding the bursts of burning stinging pain coming from between her legs and that constantly overflowing stickiness, she quickly turned over and got up. Relying on instinctive wildness, like a female beast guarding her territory, she slammed that crazy woman on the verge of losing control fiercely onto the thick Persian carpet.
"Li! Wake up!" Su Chan's voice appeared exceptionally urgent on that face full of sweat and residual magic power.
She pressed her whole naked body on Li, her full breasts squeezing deathly against Li's equally delicate yet madness-filled shell. Their lower limbs entangled together. Su Chan's part, which hadn't recovered from the previous tyrannical impact and was now rippling with crystal water marks again due to Li's teasing just now, pressed tightly against Li's flat lower abdomen.
"I just confirmed it with my own eyes! That brat's will is much harder than you imagine!"
While forcefully suppressing Li's wildly twisting shoulders, Su Chan roared into her ear, "That wasn't just 'Beast Transformation Potion'! In such a mentally damaged state, he actually knew how to use that barbaric power to suppress my laws!
That good son of yours, not only was he not turned into a beast by the potion, but he rode on that beast power instead, turning this poison originally meant to plot against him into his tonic!"
Su Chan gritted her teeth somewhat shamefully, adding at a rapid speed, fearing that a second later this crazy woman would go burn Hogwarts to the ground: "And I found that the concentrated liquid of 'Life Activation Potion' has already been drunk by him. That abnormal wildness in his body, expanded almost to the point of bursting a person, is slowly being combed and caged back.
The little blood he shed, and his excessively fast metabolism, will recover as before under the effect of that potion."
Li's murderous aura, almost tearing the carpet, finally retreated from her tense muscles bit by bit like receding seawater under Su Chan's near-"hand-to-hand combat" persuasion.
She lay on the carpet, chest heaving violently. Sweat beads slid down that exquisite collarbone, disappearing into that deep cleavage.
Li fell silent. Only the crackling sound of wood exploding in the fireplace and the heavy panting carrying heat from both their mouths echoed in the dead silent manor.
Li tilted her head, those eyes restored to deep color scanning straight over Su Chan's messy body.
Su Chan hadn't had time to withdraw yet.
At this moment, their posture was lewd. Su Chan rode on her; to suppress Li, her thighs had to be spread very wide.
Borrowing the flickering firelight, Li clearly saw Su Chan's place, originally sacred and inviolable, was now red and swollen, turning outward, presenting a deformed beauty after being forcibly expanded.
That narrow opening, which would be left after being penetrated root and all by a rough meat pillar repeatedly and pierced through, unable to heal in a short time, was trembling pitifully due to the owner's ashamed contraction. A wisp of thick liquid mixed with Su Chan's body fluids was sliding down her inner thigh drip, drip, drip.
Li suddenly extended her hand without warning, grabbing that mass of softness heaving slightly on Su Chan's chest, fingertips pinching hard on that red bean already erect beyond reason.
"Heh... it seems he really grew up."
Li abruptly let out a series of low and contemptuous laughter, "Hehe... hehehehe..."
That laughter appeared particularly harsh in the silent manor, like a purest pleasure, and also like an ultimate mockery.
Su Chan screamed from the pinch, body numb and almost falling, but saw Li turning her head with a smile, asking in a dream-like madness: "Say, when can I personally... slaughter that old immortal Dumbledore?"
Su Chan rolled her eyes at her grumpily, collapsing softly, lying on Li's soft and fragrant chest, feeling that the place where the terrifying meat root poured into her body stayed still carried that numbing residual warmth from being stretched.
"Dumbledore?"
Su Chan shrugged, fingers drawing circles on the inner thigh of this crazy woman, tone terribly self-abandoning. "I think you have no hope in this life.
As long as that old man still holds the Elder Wand and guards that castle, no one in this world can kill him."
She paused, the terrifying picture floating in her mind: at the edge of that black hole, when Jerry's entire hideous meat pillar like an angry dragon completely submerged into the depths of her passage, smashing all her law defenses and self-esteem to pieces, and the hidden black deeper than Li's in the depths of that boy's eyes.
Su Chan hooked out a malicious smile.
"However..."
Su Chan reached deeper, teasing a handful in that place which had become much softer and full of lewd moisture, breathing into Li's ear:
"I bet that brat... in the future, he can definitely tear that white-bearded old man to shreds and swallow him in front of your face."
The firelight in the room brightened a few degrees, reflecting two naked and bewitching shadows, dancing slowly in the dead silent static time.
"Is Old Rosier still alive?"
Su Chan's casual movement brought a warm, wet itch to Li's ear, but the ambiguous atmosphere instantly froze to the freezing point when she uttered the words "Is Old Rosier still alive?"
Li's reaction was as fast as a black bolt of lightning.
Her arm, which had been lying limply on the carpet, shot up. That slender hand, with dark red nail polish, clamped onto Su Chan's neck like a steel pincer.
"Ugh...!"
Su Chan was knocked backward by the sudden immense force, the back of her head hitting the edge of the Persian carpet hard.
The force was astonishing, almost instantly depriving her throat of oxygen.
Su Chan's face turned red instantly. Her nine huge fox tails swept across the ground instinctively, stirring up a violent demonic aura. Her claws, full of wildness, even popped out due to defensive mechanisms, pressing straight against Li's lower abdomen.
However, this force sufficient to kill a top Auror on the spot stopped steadily at the edge of life and death.
Li's fingers didn't tighten further but maintained that critical point where Su Chan felt suffocated yet conscious.
Li's face, exquisitely beautiful yet full of violent and ominous aura, hung coldly above Su Chan, her obsidian-like pupils devoid of any warmth.
"All dead."
Li's voice was unusually calm, so calm that Su Chan felt a bone-chilling coldness.
She released her hand, leaving a clear red mark of five fingers on that fair neck, then turned over to lie on one side, looking up at the silent, frozen time.
"Su Chan, I think your probing can end here.
Meaningless, and boring."
Li sneered, her naked body looking somewhat lonely under the firelight. "If those old guys weren't afraid that I was still alive back then, do you think the only seedling of the Rosier family could have survived that damn trial?
Do you really not know what those guys full of benevolence and morality are like behind their backs?
If my name hadn't been pressing there, Jerry would have turned into a puddle of completely purified blood that night."
She closed her eyes slightly, her tone revealing an endless mockery: "I wasn't there at the time, so those old stubborn fools who claimed to be 'Rosier's Glory' were sent to the grave one by one, and the once prosperous pure-blood family perished.
Only before dying did that old bastard Old Rosier reveal the secret that I was still alive. That pitiful and humble old man calculated cowardly all his life, and only at the last moment did he understand to use my title as a 'crazy woman' to make a deal with those so-called forces of light.
His purpose was merely to keep Jerry alive, that's all."
Su Chan propped herself up, rubbing her aching neck, a strand of loose hair hanging over her chest.
She looked at Li's self-mocking profile and asked in a low voice, "So, you have no attachment to him either?"
"Not in the past."
Li opened her eyes, the corner of her mouth hooking into a cruel and beautiful arc. "He was just a continuation of some form of my life, originally a dispensable part.
But now... I find him quite interesting.
After he finishes those N.E.W.T.s and has played enough in this narrow world cluster, I will personally take him away."
Li reached out a hand as if wanting to grasp the stars in the void, her tone full of grandeur and madness not belonging to this plane: "The universe is so big, there are so many true peaks of law, so many myths that can be rubbed at will. Why be nailed to death in this broken place where even fresh air is running out?
Staying in this quagmire where killing even a Dumbledore requires heavy considerations?
No, he and I, we are destined to go further."
Su Chan fell silent. Looking at the woman in front of her, she swallowed all the words she originally wanted to retort.
She could feel that the ambition in Li's eyes was not a joke.
When this woman took Jerry away, she would also take away the last variable of this world.
"Wait until he comes of age!"
Li turned her head, licking her lips wickedly, her gaze falling back on Su Chan's lower body, which had been played to ruin and was currently spasming unconsciously. "Before that, I'll trouble a 'senior' like you to take good care of his growth... whether due to the Beast Transformation Potion or his inherently greedy Rosier nature."
Li's gaze, full of teasing and command, lingered on Su Chan's unsightly body for a moment. Then, all expressions on her face converged abruptly, leaving only a bottomless coldness.
Li stood up. That naked perfect body stained with joyful sweat and others' fluids showed no shyness, only a manic impatience as if ready to tear this world apart at any time.
"This stifling, rotten world, everywhere emitting the sour smell of old people and stale rules... I really don't want to stay a second longer."
With a casual wave of her hand, the black Chanel suit that had been torn to pieces seemed to come alive, automatically and silently reassembling, weaving, restoring its original elegant and upright appearance, and putting itself back on her body.
She no longer looked at Su Chan on the carpet, whose expression was complex and body still twitching slightly due to residual pleasure. She just strode with those long, straight legs wrapped in black silk, stepping in those scarlet high heels, walking step by step toward the burning fireplace.
Every step Li took was exceptionally heavy, as if using all her strength to suppress an impulse about to burst out of her body, an impulse to destroy this time-frozen manor along with the entire world.
Staying one more second, Li couldn't guarantee whether she would Apparate directly to Hogwarts, not to fight Dumbledore desperately, but to burn those bastards who dared to drug her son and draw out that noble madness in her bloodline with such inferior means, one by one, from skin to bone, into ashes.
When her figure was about to merge into the emerald green flames, she didn't look back, leaving a final sentence in a voice as cold and piercing as from the Nine Hells.
"'Take care' of him well.
Otherwise, next time, what I tear apart won't just be your skirt."
Voice fell, figure vanished.
The time stasis domain shrouding the entire manor collapsed and dissipated instantly like shattered glass.
Outside the window, the little fox leaping high finally landed, and the frozen leaf fluttered down.
The flowing stream made a gurgle sound again.
The whole world came alive again.
Only Su Chan remained paralyzed naked on the carpet, body and soul feeling as if they had died once.
"A family of... bastards!"
Hogwarts, Slytherin Boys' Dormitory.
When Jerry's figure passed through the door of the common room and returned to this spacious and quiet independent dormitory belonging only to him and Katherine, the moon outside the window had climbed to its highest point.
The air was filled with a faint scent of books and the sweet, milk-like breath unique to the girl.
He first subconsciously scanned the room. When his gaze fell on the wide velvet sofa in front of the fireplace, he couldn't help but pause slightly.
Katherine was curled up on the sofa, wearing only a thin silk nightgown, seemingly having fallen asleep unknowingly while waiting for him to return.
The fire in the fireplace had gone out, leaving only a few red embers.
The temperature at night was a bit low. Her exposed, smooth calves and arms hugged her body slightly due to the cold, and on that peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, her brows also furrowed slightly subconsciously.
Jerry was silent for a moment.
Those eyes, which had just set off stormy waves on another woman, had now returned to the calmness of an ancient well without waves, showing no emotion.
He walked to the side, took a thick cashmere blanket from the wardrobe, and prepared to go over and cover her.
However, just as he approached the sofa, less than two steps away from Katherine, his footsteps stopped abruptly.
His gaze instantly became sharp, like an unsheathed sword!
Something was wrong.
Katherine's expression was too wrong.
Although she maintained the posture of curled-up sleep, the expression on that face was not peaceful slumber, but a weird solidification as if the pause button had been pressed!
Although her eyelids were closed, the eyeballs underneath showed no slight rotation that should occur during deep sleep.
Her breathing... her breathing was weak to the point of being almost imperceptible!
This wasn't sleeping at all!
This was an extremely clever "Time Stasis" or "Soul Paralysis" spell that could deceive almost all magical detections!
A layer of cold sweat seeped out of Jerry's back instantly.
Someone had infiltrated his dormitory during his absence!
And, using a method Jerry couldn't detect immediately, controlled Katherine!
Who was it?
Was it Dumbledore?
Or the Ministry of Magic?
Or... the person behind Su Chan?
His gaze, like the most vigilant cheetah, scanned every corner of the room quickly.
Then, his sight was firmly attracted by the small redwood table not far away with a crystal chessboard.
Beside the chessboard, right under the silver King piece, lay a letter.
Jerry walked slowly to the small redwood table, fingertips touching the letter pressed under the silver King piece.
The texture of the envelope was delicate and heavy, emitting a faint, cold fragrance, like iris after a rainstorm, mixed with the cold silence of some incense.
Jerry's slender fingers flicked open the wax seal, slowly pulling out and smoothing the parchment.
Under the lamp, the paper surface was strangely blank, with no signature, no incantation, and no trace of ink remaining.
Jerry's dark green pupils contracted slightly. In that elegant floral fragrance, Jerry felt an extremely secretive and high-level magic residue—that style, crazy, wanton, yet elegant enough to suffocate people.
Just the moment the envelope was opened and the air inside flowed out, Katherine, originally stiff as a stone sculpture on the sofa, suddenly trembled extremely slightly.
"Mmh..."
A lazy, soft moan broke the dead silence in the room.
Katherine seemed to have just woken up from a long and sweet nap. She stretched her slender arms. Because the nightgown was too short, with her movement, large patches of snow-white, voluptuous thigh roots were exposed to the air, skin presenting a healthy pink color.
Katherine rubbed her eyes dazedly, purple pupils still carrying lingering sleepiness.
She was completely unaware that she had just fallen into a crisis where even her soul was imprisoned, only feeling refreshed.
"Haa—ah!"
Katherine yawned widely, turned her head to see Jerry standing by the table, and the corner of her mouth immediately paned with a smile sweet as honey, yet carrying a bit of coquettish blame.
"Little lecherous master... you're finally willing to come back?"
Katherine, barefoot, stepped silently on the thick carpet, sticking to him from behind like a nimble cat.
Katherine's mature and seductive body squeezed tightly against Jerry's slightly stiff back through the thin silk nightgown.
Those boneless hands naturally circled Jerry's waist, burying her exquisite small face in the back of his neck, taking a deep breath, voice carrying a bit of surprised and lazy nasal tone.
"Heavens... I feel like I've slept for a whole day?
Could it be that I was tormented too hard by the little lecherous master last night..."
Katherine's slender fingers slid gently on Jerry's abdomen, circling mischievously, completely unaware of the terrifying meaning behind the blank note in Jerry's hand.
Jerry felt the warmth and dependence from behind. Although the sequelae of the "Beast Transformation Potion" in his body were suppressed but not completely faded, Katherine's faint body scent and the squeezing sensation on his chest made his originally calm blood heat up slightly again. Especially when those full peaks rubbed against his back with her娇 laughter, the giant object that had just wreaked havoc inside Su Chan in the afternoon showed signs of raising its head again.
He reached out and gently covered Katherine's cool back of hand, thumb rubbing twice soothingly, but didn't turn back.
Jerry didn't tell her about the existence of the letter and the potential threat behind it, just naturally and secretly putting the blank parchment into his cuff.
"Sleeping too long is bad for your body, little kitten."
Jerry's voice was slightly low and hoarse, carrying a trace of post-event weariness.
He turned around, taking out the dark-scented sachet Su Chan was forced to return to him from his bosom.
On that palm-sized brocade sachet, the embroidery of the nine-tailed fox was lifelike, as if twisting its body uneasily under the lamp.
Jerry tapped his fingertip lightly. Through that trace of karma not yet severed, his consciousness instantly probed into the layered undetectable extension space inside.
Whoosh!
Even Jerry, accustomed to seeing the Rosier family treasury, shrank his pupils when seeing the scene inside the space.
Materials piled up like mountains inside, and each item was extremely carefully sealed in a crystal box emitting extreme cold magic power.
There was "Lunar Heavy Water" originally existing only in oriental legends, a whole piece of uncarved "Aurora Soul Crystal," and even twelve pairs of semi-transparent magic guiding skeletons like works of art.
The value of these things was enough to buy the territory of a pure-blood family in the European wizarding world.
Especially those auxiliary materials specially collected for "Life Construct," their fineness was simply hair-raising.
"This is!"
Katherine also leaned over, watching Jerry pour out one or two shimmering alchemical equipment from the bag, especially when seeing that section of dragon tendon flashing with starlight throughout, she couldn't help but exclaim.
Jerry held the sachet, snorting coldly.
"These materials, according to standard ratios, are enough to make twelve top-tier Crystal Golems."
Due to the loss rate on the "Dynasty" battlefield, Su Chan originally prepared these as an extremely luxurious gift.
The fault tolerance rate of top-tier alchemy was extremely low; usually, a set of materials of this level could only ensure the manufacture of three or four finished products.
But the extra materials and spare parts in this bag were both a huge error tolerance odds given by Su Chan valuing Jerry's talent and a kind of default remuneration.
"Take it."
Jerry didn't hesitate at all, directly throwing that heavy brocade sachet, still retaining Su Chan's body temperature and humiliating aura, towards Katherine like throwing a worthless stone.
The sachet drew an elegant arc in the air and was caught by Katherine in a flurry.
The weight in her hand surprised her, and the majestic magic fluctuations contained within filled her amethyst-like eyes with confusion.
"Little lecherous master... this... inside here is..." She stammered, unable to understand Jerry's action.
The value of any material in this bag was enough to drive an ordinary wizarding family crazy.
And Jerry just threw it to her so lightly?
"Everything inside, leave nothing, sell it all."
Jerry's voice was cold and decisive, without any emotion.
"All?"
Katherine was truly stunned this time. "But, little lecherous master, these are all for manufacturing top-tier 'Life Constructs'..."
"Katherine, you exchange all these things for Gold Galleons through your secret channels in Knockturn Alley.
Then, use this money to go and acquire for me, acquire all, the largest amount of, lowest-grade alchemical materials available on the market.
By low-grade, I mean the junk that barely meets the magic conductivity standard.
I need clay, inferior iron ore, contaminated mercury, low-level magic beast crystal cores with mixed energy... What I want is quantity, a massive quantity that drowns everything."
Katherine was completely stunned; her brain couldn't understand the logic in this.
Using priceless "Bones of God" to exchange for a pile of "mud" that even goblin merchants disdain?
What kind of absurd transaction was this?
"Go quickly, little kitten, I'll sleep for a while!"