Christmas passed quickly.
The castle seemed to become much emptier all of a sudden. Lower-year students were still reminiscing about the sweets and gifts of the holidays, and professors returned to their daily teaching rhythm; everything seemed to be back on track.
However, the lingering aftertaste of Christmas did not dissipate with the end of the holiday.
On the contrary, a more peculiar and itch-inducing "aftertaste" was quietly spreading in the ancient, unknown corners of Hogwarts like wildfire.
At first, there were just some subtle changes.
In the Ravenclaw common room, a few of the smartest girls always gathered together late at night. In front of them were no longer heavy parchments and complex star charts, but a palm-sized black mirror with intricate patterns carved on the edge.
The mirror surface did not reflect their faces but emitted a soft, unpredictable shimmer, like a window to another world.
Their faces wore a crimson glow mixed with shyness, adoration, and extreme excitement. Occasionally, a small exclamation or gasp, suppressed deathly deep in their throats, would leak out.
By the Hufflepuff greenhouse, a few girls, usually the gentlest and kindest, would argue red-faced over the ownership of a Galleon.
What they were fighting for was no longer the ownership of the next pumpkin pasty, but a mysterious subscription qualification called "Gold Member."
Even in the cold and damp Slytherin dungeons, those pure-blood witches who were always arrogant and looked down on everyone would put down their reserve and pride maintained all day in the dead of night, gathering in twos and threes in some hidden corner, sharing the "latest content" seen from each other's "Sneakoscopes" that was enough to make their bodies hot all over.
This magical video network called "Forbidden Eden," created resolutely by Hermione Granger behind the scenes, swept through the entire female population of Hogwarts at a viral, explosive speed without any public promotion, merely through word of mouth.
It was like a sweet secret belonging only to women.
From the little witches who just enrolled in the first year and were full of curiosity about the magical world, to the mature girls in the sixth year who were already sophisticated, almost no one could resist its temptation.
The topics they discussed were no longer which boy was handsomer or which robe looked better, but "Did you watch today's 'exclusive footage'?", "Oh my god, I can't believe he could do that kind of thing...", "I spent all my pocket money this month to unlock 'Late Night Theater', every Knut was worth it!".
This network had an iron rule blessed by the most vicious magic—absolutely, thoroughly excluding all male creatures.
At first, the boys just felt confused.
They found that the way girls looked at them changed. It was no longer simple appreciation or disgust, but a... sense of superiority carrying some hidden pity, as if looking at some inferior creatures.
The girls whispered more often. When they gathered together, that invisible, exclusionary aura made any boy trying to approach feel inexplicably awkward and uncomfortable.
Curiosity killed the cat.
And for the boys of Hogwarts, this huge curiosity of being excluded was simply more torturous than a Dementor's Kiss.
Finally, a few bold, smart-aleck Gryffindor boys, after using various means to coerce and bribe a lower-year girl, got a hold of that mysterious "Sneakoscope."
In the boys' dormitory under the spotlight, they placed that black mirror in the middle as if performing some sacred ritual. When the leading boy pointed his wand at the mirror with a trembling hand, trying to chant that vague activation spell he overheard—
BOOM!!
A loud noise!
That wasn't an explosion with flames and shockwaves in the traditional sense, but an... extremely colorful magical explosion full of prank meaning!
They saw that "Sneakoscope" instantly turn into a cloud of colorful, rainbow-like, sticky paint mist, pasting the seven or eight boys surrounding it firmly from head to toe with lightning speed!
Gryffindor's iconic bright red, Slytherin's dark green, Ravenclaw's sapphire blue, Hufflepuff's bright yellow... representative colors of various houses, mixed with more unnamed, glittering strange paints, were rudely splashed on their astonished faces, hair, and robes like the worst abstract painting.
These paints also carried a strange, sickeningly sweet jam smell and were extremely sticky, making it difficult for them to even open their eyes.
The next day, when these seven or eight "Rainbow Men" appeared in the Great Hall braving the astonished gazes of the whole school's teachers and students who wanted to laugh but dared not, the entire Hogwarts boiled over.
However, this was just the beginning.
The boys soon realized that forcing their way in wouldn't work.
So, a more cunning plan was born.
Two Slytherin boys who considered themselves talented in Potions spent a whole day and night successfully brewing a pot of perfect Polyjuice Potion without any flaws.
They plucked the hair of an inconspicuous girl in the same year and successfully transformed into her appearance.
Full of confidence, they walked with what they thought were elegant female steps and mingled into a small group of girls "watching a movie."
When their gaze, those male eyes disguised under female shells, just touched the colorful picture on that "Sneakoscope"—
BOOM!
Another equally colorful loud noise!
This magical explosion seemed more violent and more... targeted than the last one. Those two "girls" disguised by boys were completely covered from head to toe without any dead angle by a thicker, stickier mass of colored paint with glitter.
What was more terrifying was that this powerful magic full of bad taste seemed to conflict violently with the magic of the Polyjuice Potion.
Amidst the screams and laughter of all the girls present, the bodies of those two "Rainbow Men" began to twist and deform uncontrollably—one moment a boy's thick arm, the next a girl's slender calf. Finally, after the potion effect completely expired, they turned back into their original wretched male appearances, but that body full of paint like solidified colored oil didn't fade a bit.
After this time, no boy dared to challenge the authority of "Forbidden Eden" anymore.
And those unlucky guys whose faces were pasted with paint began their month-long, humiliating "Rainbow" life. They found that these paints could not be removed by any cleaning spell at all.
Whether it was "Scourgify" or more powerful spells, they were useless.
Filch's strong cleaning agent only made the colors brighter.
After being annoyed several times, Professor Snape just told them coldly, with a trace of gloating sarcasm, that this was an extremely profound enchanted paint mixed with goblin prank magic and house-elf dye. Unless waiting for the magic on it to fade naturally, even if Dumbledore came personally, don't even think about cleaning them thoroughly within a month.
So, for the next whole month, in the corridors of Hogwarts, one could always see a few boys with colorful painted faces walking through dejectedly with their heads down and tails between their legs amidst the girls' undisguised, crisp laughter.
"Forbidden Eden," this mysterious and exciting secret garden belonging only to Hogwarts witches, thus established its unshakeable, absolute authority in the most direct, effective, and dramatic way.
The night was deep.
Under the protection of the thick stone walls of Hogwarts Castle, the Hufflepuff common room was long empty. Only the last embers in the fireplace were still stubbornly emitting weak, warm light.
Behind the round small door leading to the girls' dormitory was a peaceful silence.
Liliana curled up in her soft and comfortable bed with a faint scent of grass, wrapping herself tightly with a thick duvet, exposing only a small head with a few freckles.
But at this moment, in the small private space she built with the quilt, her face wore a flush mixed with nervousness and expectation, completely different from her usual shyness.
In Liliana's hands, she was holding tightly a palm-sized black mirror with simple vine patterns carved on the edge.
The Sneakoscope of "Forbidden Eden."
Today, Liliana had just exchanged for this magic mirror exclusive to herself. Before this, every "movie watching," she could only squeeze together with other girls in the dormitory and share a mirror. That feeling was both exciting and made her feel incomparable shame and discomfort, especially when seeing those most... most blushing and heart-racing scenes, she always dared not look up at her roommates' expressions, only pretending to be calm, but she knew her hot cheeks and rapid breathing had long betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
Now, finally... finally, she was alone.
Liliana poked her head out carefully like a frightened little field mouse, scanning the dormitory vigilantly.
Her roommates were all fast asleep; steady breathing sounds rose and fell, appearing particularly clear in the silent night.
Safe.
Liliana shrank her head back, took a deep breath, and then tapped the mirror surface gently with a somewhat trembling finger.
The mirror lit up slightly, and an extremely concise interface composed of golden vines emerged, with only a few thumbnails arranged on it.
The video update speed of "Forbidden Eden" was not fast, strictly adhering to the frequency of one per week, and now only five had been updated.
But each one was enough to make all the little witches of Hogwarts toss and turn late at night, with endless aftertaste.
Liliana's gaze swept over those titles she had long known by heart—[Whispers of the Forbidden Forest], [Private Tutoring After Potions Class], ['Stargazing' Atop the Astronomy Tower]... Although she had watched each one with her roommates no less than ten times, remembering every detail, every angle, every suffocating pant clearly, she just wanted to watch it again.
Alone, without any scruples, watch it again.
However, just as Liliana's finger was about to tap on her favorite [Secret of the Prefects' Bathroom], her movement froze abruptly.
At the very top of the video list, a brand new title she had never seen, flashing with the word "New," appeared—
[New Arrival of the Week: Double Service · Feast of the Beer Mugs!]
New! There was actually a new one!
Liliana's heart went thump, as if about to jump out of her full chest.
Liliana could even feel the blood of her whole body rushing to her brain instantly, making her cheeks and ears scarily hot.
Liliana looked left and right, confirming again that no one else in the dormitory was awake, then with a determination almost risking everything, she pressed that slightly trembling index finger heavily on that new title full of endless temptation.
The mirror surface darkened instantly, and then, the picture lit up.
It was a dimly lit yet extremely luxurious room. Deep red velvet carpet, a burning fireplace, and an exaggeratedly huge bed covered with black silk sheets. The camera angle was very low, seemingly shooting upward from the foot of the bed. The first thing that came into view was a boy's naked lower body.
He was leaning against the headboard in an extremely relaxed posture.
His face couldn't be seen in the shot, not even his upper body. All focus was concentrated on his legs with distinct muscle lines, and... and that giant object between his legs, completely disproportionate to his boyish figure, majestic enough to make one tremble with fear.
Liliana held her breath subconsciously; she felt her throat was so dry it was about to smoke.
Just then, two figures knelt by the bed from both sides of the screen.
Those were two women wearing exquisite silver masks covering the upper half of their faces.
One had a voluptuous and mature figure with exquisite curves, wearing only a set of black lace suspender lingerie, outlining her ripe, peach-like figure vividly.
The other appeared somewhat greener, with a slender figure but equally amazing chest development. She was wearing white lace lingerie of a similar style but highlighting girlish vitality more.
Despite wearing masks, despite the dim light in the picture and the application of some magic blurring perception, Liliana still felt an inexplicable familiarity that made her heart race from their familiar figures and movements.
It was as if... as if they were people she was very familiar with, but she couldn't remember who they were no matter what.
She saw that mature woman extend a hand, scratching that huge, sleeping long spear with her fingernail painted with bright red nail polish.
The long spear jumped upward abruptly, and its size grew another circle visibly to the naked eye.
The two women smiled at each other. That smile, even through the masks, revealed a heart-palpitating, depraved charm.
Then, they began a performance full of ritual.
The mature woman crossed her legs elegantly. On that leg, she wore a pair of black thigh-high stockings as thin as cicada wings.
Her slender fingers pinched the lace edge at the top of the stocking, then rolled that layer of black sheer gauze down from her smooth and round thigh inch by inch, extremely slowly.
Rip...
That was the subtle yet incredibly clear sound of stockings rubbing against skin.
With the removal of the stocking, the beautiful leg, white as ivory and flawless, was exposed bit by bit under the dim light.
On the other side, that young girl also followed her example, taking off the white stocking on her leg with equally seductive, slow movements.
Two pairs of stockings peeled off, still carrying their body warmth and faint fragrance, were held gently in their hands.
Then, they made a move that made Liliana widen her eyes, almost exclaiming out loud.
On both sides of that giant object which had begun to lift its head slowly, they put the stockings in their hands onto that huge long spear like crowning a king!
The black stocking, carrying the mature woman's body scent, was put on first.
That layer of semi-transparent black gauze was instantly stretched to the limit the moment it touched the scalding flesh, outlining the hideous veins and majestic contours more clearly and with more visual impact.
Immediately after, the white stocking was also put on from the other end. The black and white stockings met and overlapped in the middle of that giant object, forming a strange black and white spiral full of taboo beauty.
Because of this layer of restraint and the delicate friction of the stockings, the giant object began to thrust upward violently one after another, its size skyrocketing to a terrifying degree.
Its scalding temperature radiated through those two thin layers of stockings, even causing a layer of faint white steam flashing with cyan halo to rise from the surface of the stockings soaked in sweat and body fluids.
Liliana felt like she was about to stop breathing. Deep in her lower abdomen, a strange, burning unrest she had never felt before rose.
In the picture, the young girl brought a bottle of lubricant, crystal clear and viscous like honey. She pulled out the stopper and poured that sticky liquid unsparingly onto that giant object wrapped in black and white stockings, which was already fully erect.
Sizzle...
The oily liquid flowed slowly and meanderingly down along the tight stocking surface, instantly soaking those two layers of gauze, making them more transparent and slippery.
Next was a performance of four-hand piano playing, extreme, handjob.
Squelch... squelch...
The sticky water sound instantly filled the entire screen.
The mature woman's hand was warm and powerful. She gripped the root of the long spear skillfully, giving it the most solid support and stimulation with the temperature of her palm.
While the young girl's hand appeared more nimble and delicate. Her fingers drew circles rhythmically on that huge tip, slippery with oil and stockings, sometimes stroking lightly, sometimes pressing heavily.
Their movements coordinated seamlessly.
Four hands flew up and down on that giant object wrapped in soaked stockings. Every stroke brought out more lubricant and transparent liquid overflowing from the tip, making squelch squelch sticky water sounds that made one blush.
That giant object trembled violently under the joint service of their four hands. The urethral opening at the tip opened and closed, as if having endured to the limit.
Liliana's face was so red it was about to drip blood.
She felt that between her legs was already wet.
Her body rubbed unconsciously in the quilt uncontrollably, trying to relieve that unbearable emptiness and craving surging from the depths of her lower abdomen.
She looked at those two masked figures in the picture, familiar yet strange, looked at their focused and addicted expressions, looked at their nimble hands creating ultimate happiness...
In the picture, when those two masked women played with that giant object to the edge of eruption, they didn't let it release completely.
That more mature woman first carefully hooked the bottom of that giant object tightly wrapped in black and white stockings with her slender toes.
Her ankle twisted flexibly, like a winding vine, climbing up bit by bit.
Subsequently, she raised her other foot as well. Those pair of white small feet, like two slippery loaches, wrapped that meat pillar, which was erected as if to break through the sky, between her jade feet from both sides.
The young girl was even bolder.
She even supported herself on the boy's leg sides with both hands, bringing her body closer.
Her pair of small foot arches with crescent-like curves were soft and powerful. She even used her toes, slightly damp with sweat, to rub and crush back and forth gently yet mercilessly on that already swollen scrotum.
Hiss... mmh...
Even through the stockings, Liliana could clearly hear the boy let out an unsuppressable low roar under their skilled footjob techniques through the magic mirror.
That heavy panting full of primitive desire pierced directly through Liliana's eardrums through the mirror surface, making the blood of her whole body boil, instantly rushing to her already crimson face.
The young girl's toes were especially naughty.
They even dared to rub and press back and forth on the tip of that giant object—that urethral opening tightly bound by two layers of stockings, only showing a rough outline, vaguely glistening with wetness.
Every touch made that long spear, already swollen to the limit, jump upward more uncontrollably, as if it would collapse and burst the dam at the edge of orgasm at any time.
"Mmph... ah... amazing..." The boy's panting became heavier. The boy's body began to arch slightly, seeming to be enduring this extreme pleasure spreading up from the soles of his feet with all his might.
Liliana's body trembled violently uncontrollably under the quilt.
Liliana's wet legs twisted together tightly. Deep in her lower abdomen, that burning, craving unrest reached its peak instantly upon seeing this stimulating footjob scene to the extreme.
However, the excitement didn't end there.
When that boy was on the verge of collapse, the mature woman and the young girl, as if receiving some silent instruction, released the jade feet wrapping the giant object almost simultaneously.
That giant object, carrying elasticity suppressed for a long time, bounced upward violently. The urethral opening wrapped in stockings at the tip opened and closed rapidly like a hungry beast.
The two women smiled at each other, and then, their faces slowly leaned down simultaneously.
That was a movement with full ritual sense yet full of primitive desire.
Hiss... gulp...
That sticky, wet sound came out clearly through the magic mirror.
Liliana could even see that due to her fierce sucking, that layer of black stocking was soaked by her saliva, sticking tightly to the long spear.
A large amount of transparent liquid overflowing from the tip mixed with her saliva, instantly wetting that piece of black stocking, becoming unusually transparent. Mucus even seeped out from the fibers of the stocking in strands, outlining the hideous contour of the giant object underneath vaguely yet more alluringly.
The mature woman sucked upward forcefully yet extremely gently. From the depths of her throat came a low, satisfied, and lewd sound like drinking water glug glug.
Her cheeks sunken slightly due to this strenuous sucking; that movement was skillful and professional as if tempered thousands of times.
And the young girl showed no weakness. She followed closely and also bent down.
Her mouth appeared relatively smaller but also opened to the maximum, and then, full of wildness, took that root wrapped in white stocking into her mouth through that layer of wet stocking.
Squelch... squelch... woo... woo...
Double!
Liliana's pupils shrank violently; her heart almost stopped beating.
Her breathing became unusually heavy and burning. Sweat soaked the lining of her nightgown, winding down along the side of her neck.
Just then, a movement of the young girl suddenly made Liliana's breathing stagnate violently.
In the picture, while holding the giant object stem in her mouth, that young girl's tongue tip actually "scraped" upward in a spiral, rhythmic manner inside the stocking!
This movement!
Liliana's eyes opened huge abruptly at this moment!
Her eyes stared dead at that masked girl in the picture, body completely stiff.
She had seen this movement!
Liliana had seen Hermione Granger do this movement inadvertently when licking her pencil shaft while reading in the library!
That slightly green yet carrying a trace of playful, spiral licking movement!
She didn't care at that time, only thinking Hermione was zoning out, even somewhat cute.
But now, on such a blushing occasion, in such a lewd picture, this movement was so—familiar!
So precise!
Not an illusion.
Not a coincidence.
When watching with roommates before, everyone was focusing on that huge long spear, focusing on the extremely erotic body movements of the two women; no one would care about that detail so subtle it could almost be ignored.
But at this moment, Liliana watching alone looked very carefully, very carefully.
Her gaze captured that subconscious, small movement Hermione was most accustomed to doing when contemplating or in some extreme focus.
Liliana's breathing paused completely at this moment.
An incredible, unbelievable piece of information full of huge impact exploded in her mind like a thunderclap!
Hogwarts' "Know-It-All"!
That usually meticulous, rigorous, and old-fashioned Hermione Granger... she actually...
Liliana only felt the strength of her whole body drained in an instant. The Sneakoscope in her hand almost fell to the ground due to the trembling of her fingertips.
The picture continued.
The masked Hermione and Mrs. Granger cooperated tacitly, deep-throating that huge long spear wrapped in stockings. Their saliva and mucus had completely soaked the stockings, making those two layers of gauze stick tightly to the flesh like a second skin.
A large amount of transparent liquid overflowed from the corners of their mouths with every swallow and spit, flowing down their chins windingly, dripping into their cleavages already soaked by body fluids and sweat.
Gulp... woo... squelch squelch...
The sticky sucking sound and the man's increasingly rapid low roar on the verge of collapse mixed together, forming the most primitive, most blood-boiling decadent sound.
Under the immense shock and extreme stimulation, Liliana's body finally found an outlet for the pleasure surging from the depths of her lower abdomen.
Beneath the quilt, her fingers unconsciously dug deathly deep into the most private depths between her legs...
In the screen, under the gentle yet teasing massage of the mature woman and the young girl's feet, and the subsequent passionate sucking of their lips, the giant object wrapped in soaked stockings seemed to be endowed with some kind of ultimate life.
It trembled violently. The tip, through two layers of wet stockings, opened and closed. Each opening and closing seemed to silently recount its long-suppressed desire about to burst forth.
Liliana's cheeks were so red they looked ready to bleed. This wasn't simple girlish shyness, but a scorching heat of primitive desire, bordering on pain.
Every inch of her skin was screaming, every cell trembling. Her breathing became rapid, almost turning into a whimper.
Liliana stared infatuatedly at the two masked women in the magic mirror, whose figures were seductive yet revealed a weird familiarity.
Their expressions, through the hazy soft light, carried an extreme focus and addiction, as if the only thing left in the world was the giant object in their hands.
Their four hands sometimes overlapped on the long spear, sometimes separated nimbly, coordinating with the wanton swallowing and spitting of their mouths, condensing and magnifying ultimate joy drop by drop.
A crazy thought, one that even scared Liliana herself, carrying endless temptation, flashed through Liliana's muddled mind like a giant rock falling into the deep sea!
If... if one day, I could also... like them, use my body, use my desire, to please that giant object so powerful, desperate, yet desirable, what kind of... experience burning everything would that be?
This thought, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up huge waves in Liliana's inner world, pure as white paper.
It was the sea of taboo desire she had never touched, now raising monstrous waves, swallowing her reason and shame inch by inch.
However, at the other end of Hogwarts Castle, in an elegant yet slightly serious private office, another "Sneakoscope" was hovering quietly in mid-air, reflecting the same picture.
Professor Minerva McGonagall, wearing a dark green casual outfit instead of her usual meticulous wizard robes, appeared less severe and more introverted in charm with her slender and elastic figure of a thirty-something.
She sat in the soft armchair behind the desk, hands folded on her knees. Her face, usually tense with prudence, now revealed a strange complex expression mixed with scrutiny and... some unspeakable emotion.
Her gaze, sharp as an eagle, fell on the image in the magic mirror.
Of course, she recognized Hermione and that brat Jerry at a glance!
Even though the facial features were blurred by magic, even though Hermione and Mrs. Granger were wearing masks, Hermione's unique figure, that deep-rooted nerdiness, and her habit of unconsciously licking her pen when contemplating or focusing—were now displayed most vividly in this most blushing and heart-racing picture in the clearest, most direct way.
"Bastard brat!"
McGonagall picked up the cup of clear tea beside the table and took a small sip.
The scalding tea flowed down her throat but couldn't suppress the inexplicable heat in her mouth, like being smoked by alcohol.
McGonagall knew she should stop this, should maintain Hogwarts' century-old reputation.
However, a weird curiosity carrying fatal temptation, like a succubus, entangled her reason.
In the picture, just as the two women held the giant object in their mouths, sucking it harder, stickier, about to reach the peak, a strange change suddenly occurred!
The sticky sucking sound, the friction sound of flesh and mucus, and the man's increasingly rapid low roar on the verge of collapse mixed together, forming the most primitive and blood-boiling decadent sound.
The boy's body arched high, as if enduring that pleasure sufficient to tear the soul apart with all his might.
His lower body had long become transparent and sticky under the soaking of stockings. Every swallow and spit of the mouthparts carried astonishing, tearing power.
Liliana's body, under huge shock and extreme stimulation, finally found an outlet for the pleasure surging from the depths of her lower abdomen.
Her hands wet with sweat unconsciously dug deathly deep into the most private depths between her legs under the quilt, as if trying to crush herself.
She panted continuously, breathing heavily, only that blurred light and shadow full of carnal desire remaining before her eyes.
Professor McGonagall also held her breath at this moment. Her sharp gaze stared dead at Hermione's skilled licking movements in the picture, which were appalling. Her lips trembled slightly unconsciously, cheeks glowing with a layer of unnatural crimson. The heat flow in her body made her feel a strange, strong, numbing emptiness.
Just then!
The screen flashed suddenly. A soft light carrying strange magic runes filled the entire field of vision of the magic mirror instantly.
The originally passionate background music was replaced by a brisk and seductive electronic sound effect.
A female voice carrying sweet magnetism, as if cast with a Charm Spell, began to explain clearly through the magic mirror.
"Dear witches, still troubled by magic exhaustion?
Still troubled by slow magic promotion?
Do you always feel there is a potential power in your body that cannot be effectively guided out?"
The scene changed, and a picture like an advertisement came into view.
Against the background of pure white silk and soft pillows, Mrs. Granger impressively appeared in the center of the picture.
She didn't wear a mask, but a layer of soft light and shadow magic was applied to her face, making her unrecognizable yet carrying a few points of hazy artistic sense.
Mrs. Granger's voluptuous figure was now only wearing a set of pure white lace lingerie, blending with the surrounding white environment, yet appearing exceptionally striking because of those faintly visible, ambiguous red marks and bruises on her body.
Her body lay on its side in a sexy posture, one leg raised slightly, exposing her round buttocks covered with marks. Her facial expression carried a complex look of both shyness and obedience, pain and expectation.
Hermione Granger was wearing a semi-transparent mask shining like crystal.
She wore a set of white lace lingerie similar to her mother's. Although her figure was green, it had begun to take shape, especially that amazingly developed chest looming in the thin lace, full of suffocating vitality. In Hermione's slender fingers, she was holding a uniquely shaped, soft-lustered—Magic Anal Plug.
That anal plug was not of ordinary material.
It presented a warm amber color, the surface engraved with fine, flowing magic runes.
Not an ordinary small size, but presenting a full and powerful shape, rounded top, slightly thick middle, as if designed specifically for deep exploration.
More striking was that inside it, some golden, tiny electric currents seemed to flow, making the entire anal plug emit a mysterious and powerful magic fluctuation.
Clang!
A crisp sound accompanied the continued explanation of the advertising female voice: "This is our newly developed [Source of Magic · Retrograde Anal Plug]!
A [Miracle Treasure] jointly created by genius alchemists and rune masters, containing ancient magic runes!"
In the picture, Hermione's posture was extremely professional.
She didn't hesitate, nor did she have any superfluous movements. Her fingertips, already coated with some oily lubricant emitting herbal fragrance, were now drawing circles slowly deep in that voluptuous and sensitive buttock with an unquestionable force, seeming to perform some foreplay.
Mrs. Granger's body trembled violently uncontrollably. From the depths of her throat, an unsuppressable, charming muffled groan escaped.
Mrs. Granger's legs opened to both sides passively yet full of longing. Her buttocks lifted slightly, presenting her tail, which appeared exceptionally red and swollen due to last night's high-intensity ravaging, unreservedly before the camera.
"[Source of Magic · Retrograde Anal Plug], contains double magic mysteries!"
The advertising voice was sweet and professional; every word carried magical brainwashing power. "The first mystery—[Activation Rune]!
As soon as the anal plug enters the body, the rune will automatically activate perfectly in your purest magic convergence place, that is, deep in your sacred coccyx!
It will stimulate your internal magic circuits in an unprecedented, gentle yet powerful way, guiding them to accelerate operation!"
Under the slow-motion close-up of the advertisement, Hermione's fingers with glitter nail polish aimed that moist, amber anal plug at Mrs. Granger's slightly open tail, which had long been urged wet by desire. Her movements carried a calm, precise elegance, yet advanced firmly.
"Ah... mmh...!" Mrs. Granger let out a moan carrying a trace of pain but mostly satisfaction and obedience.
Her voluptuous buttocks deformed slightly due to squeezing under the slow entry of the anal plug, then relaxed immediately.
The full top of the anal plug, like an enchanted vine, squeezed open that tender wrinkled flesh wall bit by bit, probing into the deeper dark place.
With the slow deepening of the anal plug, the magic runes on its surface, like lit stars, instantly burst out dazzling golden light!
Those runes climbed up along Mrs. Granger's coccyx. Faintly visible golden light spots formed fine textures like magic veins on the surface of her voluptuous body, flashing with abnormal beauty.
"You will feel an unprecedented [Sense of Fullness] and [Sense of Power]!"
The advertising voice became more impassioned, like chanting a bewitching spell. "Magic power rushes and roars like a boiling flood in the body at several times the usual speed!
This will greatly increase your magic recovery speed and make spell casting stronger!
Whether it is a wizard duel or daily spells, it will be a piece of cake!"
Hermione's hand was steady and powerful. That amber anal plug, under her perfect manipulation, was finally embedded deep in Mrs. Granger's tail.
Its base fitted tightly between her butt cheeks, exposing only those runes glowing with golden light, showing its powerful presence.
Mrs. Granger's body trembled violently due to this deep filling and activation. Her eyes were closed tight, facial expression mixing violent impact and ultimate comfort. Fine beads of sweat slid slowly down her forehead.
Her lower body, stimulated by the magic of the anal plug, uncontrollably gushed out a large amount of body fluid, wetting the silk beneath her.
"The second mystery—[Undetectable Extension Charm Space]!" The advertising voice suddenly became mysterious and alluring. "This anal plug, seemingly small, has been cleverly cast with the top-tier Undetectable Extension Charm inside!
It contains a [Pocket Space] independent of dimensions!
Allowing you to store any of your precious items safely and secretly!"
The screen switched again to a close-up of Hermione.
Her finger tapped gently on the rune at the bottom of the anal plug.
That amber anal plug instantly acted like a box with the lock released, "conjuring" dazzling items one after another from inside: a [Time-Turner] shining with mysterious luster, an incomparably precious [Phoenix Feather Wand], a whole bottle of bubbling [Felix Felicis], and even a string of dozens of golden [Galleons]!
All these were perfectly and secretly stored in that seemingly small anal plug!
"You no longer have to worry about being detected by others, nor worry about inconvenience in carrying!"
The advertising female voice was full of temptation, like a whisper in the ear. "This [Source of Magic · Retrograde Anal Plug] is your most loyal partner, most private treasure house!
It will be your secret weapon to succeed everywhere, the [Source of Power] for you to take the initiative on any occasion!"
In the picture, Hermione smiled slightly. That smile carried a trace of slyness, a trace of ambition, and a confidence of controlling everything not belonging to her age.
"Whether it is an infiltration mission, a secret transaction, or even facing an enemy, you can extract any item you need from the depths of your body at the most critical moment, casting the most powerful spells, catching the enemy off guard!"
Professor McGonagall, originally speechless, almost stared her eyes out of their sockets when she saw that anal plug conjuring a Time-Turner and Felix Felicis!
"This is also possible?"
"Where did this little bastard get the idea!"
The advertisement finally froze on Hermione and Mrs. Granger, both wearing masks, holding that anal plug shining with runes, showing mysterious and confident smiles.
The background was phantoms of Galleons and various rare magical items, full of hints of ultimate wealth and power.
"[Source of Magic · Retrograde Anal Plug] — Your power, in your control!"
Accompanied by melodious, ancient music full of oriental sentiment.
The entire picture switched seamlessly in an instant from that advertisement bedroom scene full of primitive desire to a clean and elegant room like a gallery.
That boy, still only showing his lower body, had his giant long spear, desperate in size, gently supported by a hand wearing a white lace glove at this moment.
Around him, Hermione and Mrs. Granger still wore masks and the same sexy lingerie, but their postures became extremely elegant, like two goddesses serving sacred objects.
In their hands, they both held a crystal clear, large glass beer mug.
And their gazes stared intently at the wet stockings soaked with saliva and lubricant on that huge long spear.
Without any hesitation.
McGonagall's eyesight was excellent; even through the magic mirror, she saw clearly.
Hermione reached out her hand.
Her slender and fair fingers covered the root of the giant object wrapped in white stockings, and then, with an unusually gentle yet powerful technique, like milking a cow, started from the root, went all the way down, slowly, forcefully, carefully performing a—"scraping" action on that layer of completely soaked stockings.
Hiss—rip—!
Under the heavy pressure of her fingers, the stocking made a unique friction sound carrying elasticity and toughness against the moisture and mucus on the surface of the giant object.
A large amount of transparent liquid, mixed with milky white essence with a unique smell, instantly gushed out uncontrollably and surgingly from that urethral opening, which had been mouthed and expanded to the limit long ago, like a turned-on faucet!
That warm essence squeezed out by Hermione's fingers, like a controlled stream, did not splash around.
They were perfectly guided, precisely, without a single error, all injected into the large beer mug in Hermione's hand.
Glug... glug...
Liquid was squeezed out from that huge long spear continuously, impacting the cup wall, making a sound full of vitality that rippled the mind.
Immediately, Mrs. Granger also moved.
She covered that section of long spear wrapped in black stockings, swollen abnormally from being ravaged, in front of her with her hand wearing a black lace glove, also using the same skilled and thirsty technique, starting from the root, downward, violently, diligently squeezing.
Pfft! Sizzle!!
Her strength was greater, and her posture appeared more direct and fiery.
The turbid liquid squeezed out from the long spear was larger in volume, thicker in color, carrying a turbid, primitive texture like milk.
They poured down like a small white waterfall, perfectly filling the other glass mug in Mrs. Granger's hand completely.
Two mugs were filled quickly, full to the brim, at a speed visible to the naked eye.
That picture was beautiful with an ultimate deformity, a morbid temptation.
The liquid with white foam in the mugs emitted an alluring luster under the bright light.
Just the moment the two glass mugs were filled, that soft background music stopped abruptly.
Followed by a crisp sound of glasses clinking, like striking ice crystals.
Hermione and Mrs. Granger looked at each other.
Their gazes, through the masks, could still feel that heat full of provocation and fanaticism.
Then, they raised the wine glasses in their hands high!
Hermione tilted her head back, her slender neck stretching elegantly upward.
Her small pink tongue first gently yet longingly licked a circle of some sticky liquid splashed on the rim of the cup, and then, drank it all in one gulp!
Glug glug... glug!
The crisp swallowing sound was clearly captured by the magic mirror.
She drank extremely fast, extremely fiercely, as if wanting to take all the essence from that body into her stomach in an instant!
Her throat rolled up and down quickly with that violent swallowing.
A few drops of white liquid even overflowed from the corner of her mouth, staining the white skin on her chin, carrying an indescribable, depraved charm.
And Mrs. Granger swallowed the essence in the cup with a more mature, wilder posture.
Her movements also appeared more domineering, as if wanting to swallow the cup and all liquid inside together into her stomach, eyes carrying a madness close to bestiality.
Those lips, once noble and elegant, were now covered with white foam, flashing with lewd and satisfied luster under the light.
Hah... hah...
After drinking, both women involuntarily let out satisfied, heavy panting sounds.
Their chests heaved violently, faces wearing an excitement of lingering aftertaste close to after orgasm.
McGonagall's breathing had become somewhat disordered.
She put down the teacup in her hand. Some tea splashed out due to her slightly trembling movement, leaving an inconspicuous wet mark on the table.
McGonagall's throat was dry and astringent, as if sand had been sprinkled in it.
However, her fingers were stiff and unable to move, as if cast with a Body-Bind Curse.
Her gaze stared dead at those two masked women in the picture, looking at that absolute, pious, near-fanatical worship for the "powerful existence" at the source faintly flashing in their eyes already smoked to the extreme by desire.
At this moment, the corner of McGonagall's mouth hooked into an extremely subtle arc full of complex meaning.
She raised her hand; her slender index finger gently touched the cold edge of the magic mirror.
"I want to act in one too!"