Golden light surged simultaneously from every circuit of the teleportation array, forming a pillar of light three meters in diameter in the center of the room.
The brightness peaked within two seconds—blinding enough that Liliana instinctively shielded her eyes with the back of her hand—and then abruptly receded.
Standing in the center of the array as the light dissipated were two people.
Hermione.
Jerry.
Jerry's right hand was gripping Mia's ankle. Mia's body lay flat across the silver lines of the array like a fish dragged onto the shore.
Her dark-blonde short hair was scattered across the rune-etched stone floor.
Her combat robes were torn open from the collar to the waist, exposing the black athletic undershirt pushed up above her breasts.
The tactical stockings were shredded from the root of her thighs downward, revealing large patches of skin glistening with the sheen of sweat and bodily fluids.
Liliana lowered her hand from her eyes.
The moment her large, light-brown eyes landed on Jerry... the tears she had been holding back for nearly twenty minutes finally broke through the dam.
"Jerry...!"
Her voice was shrill to the point of cracking as she lunged forward like a stone shot from a catapult.
The hem of her school robes was whipped above her knees by the sheer velocity of her run.
The two excessively full mounds on her chest, bound by the fabric of her uniform, bounced violently up and down with every step.
She crashed into Jerry, grabbing his left arm and burying her face into his sleeve.
Her shoulders shook convulsively.
Her cries were muffled by the fabric of his sleeve, turning into a string of intermittent, incoherent sobs.
Hannah's reaction was a beat slower... not because she wasn't anxious... but because her eyes stung sharply the moment she saw him, blurring her vision for a second.
She blinked hard to force back the tears and walked over quickly.
She didn't pounce like Liliana did.
She stopped at Jerry's right side—where his hand was still holding Mia's ankle—and stood still.
Her blonde hair was a messy cloud over her shoulders, the flush on her cheeks had faded, replaced by a pale exhaustion born of sudden relief after extreme tension.
She raised her right hand and lightly brushed the back of Jerry's hand with her knuckles... just a single touch... before pulling away.
Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she ended up just sniffing hard.
Cho Chang stood at the outer ring of the array, motionless.
Her hands dropped from their crossed position to her sides.
Her straight black hair caught the residual golden glow of the array, gleaming with a warm luster.
Her almond-shaped black eyes watched Jerry, her gaze calm, but the natural upward curve at the corners of her mouth was more pronounced than usual—her way of expressing "peace of mind."
She gave Jerry a single, elegant nod.
Jerry released Mia's ankle.
Thud.
Mia's leg hit the floor, the sole of her combat boot making a crisp sound against the stone.
Jerry looked down at Liliana, who was still clinging to his left arm and crying her heart out.
He reached out his right hand and ruffled the top of her head twice.
That hand was still stained with various liquids, leaving several dark, wet streaks in Liliana's light-colored hair.
Then he looked up and surveyed the room.
The spacious area expanded by the Extension Charm. The four layers of protection built by the Sealing Charms. The residual golden glimmer of the array.
Three little witches whose bracelets were still pulsing with red light.
And the unconscious Auror captain on the floor.
His body began its restoration the moment he returned to this normal magical environment.
The ice-blue ring on his right index finger reactivated first... the runic patterns shifted from dim to a bright blue glow, forming a flowing halo around his finger.
Next was the silver bracelet on his left wrist... crimson light flooded out from between the links, bathing his entire left hand in a red aura.
The black gemstone ring on his right ring finger... the stone's color shifted from the silence of pure black back to a standby deep grey, its surface shimmering with an elusive white micro-glow.
Beneath the collar of his school shirt... a silver pendant hanging on a thin chain also lit up.
The pendant was usually hidden, but now its white radiance pierced through the cotton fabric of his shirt, forming a blurry, pulsing spot of light over his heart.
Even on his ear... the black stud on his left earlobe, which looked like ordinary jewelry, flashed with a dark purple light.
All his enchanted accessories were back online simultaneously.
The amplified mana stored within these artifacts re-established a connection with Jerry's own mana core.
The return of that connection was like a supercomputer being plugged back into its power source.
Within one second, every system completed its boot sequence, self-check, and calibration, entering a state of full-power operation.
Jerry's posture underwent a visible transformation in that single second.
His sweat-slicked black hair was still plastered to his forehead. His shirt collar was still soaked with sweat and various fluids.
His trousers were still hanging in a rather scandalous position.
Mia, on the floor, was also recovering.
Just much slower.
Having left the dead world where magic was suppressed by ninety percent... Mia's body began to greedily absorb mana from the surroundings like a dry sponge thrown back into water.
A visible, extremely faint film of pale blue mana seeped from her skin, like a slowly growing second skin of light.
The brightness of the film intensified at a rate visible to the eye—from nearly invisible to a faint fluorescence after thirty seconds, then to a clear radiance after a minute.
Mia's breathing shifted as well... from shallow and rapid to deep and steady.
The grey pallor caused by oxygen deprivation gradually faded into a healthy skin tone.
Her lips turned from purple back to a soft pink.
But she remained unconscious.
Hermione stepped out from Jerry's side.
Her face was still streaked with bodily fluids that had begun to dry... appearing as a slightly indecent, semi-transparent white film in the golden afterglow of the array.
Her brown curls were wet from where Jerry had ruffled them, several strands sticking to her cheeks and neck.
She glanced at Mia on the floor.
"Should we... lock her in the Alchemy Workshop too?"
Hermione's tone was as casual as if discussing which shelf to put an extra textbook on.
Jerry shook his head.
Liliana was still hanging onto his left arm, but her crying had subsided to an occasional hiccup.
Jerry gently pried her off... Liliana's fingers tightened reluctantly on his sleeve for a moment before letting go.
Then he squatted down.
He squatted right next to Mia.
His right palm hovered face-down, about ten centimeters above Mia's body.
The ice-blue ring on his index finger flickered.
A ring of extremely faint, nearly invisible blue scanning waves rippled downward from his palm, covering Mia's entire form.
The frequency of the scan was incredibly high... as it hit the pale blue mana film recovering on the surface of Mia's body, the two blue lights interfered with each other.
Certain frequencies of the scanning wave were reflected back by hidden magical constructs inside Mia, forming scattered, blinking points of light on her skin.
There weren't many.
Most were concentrated on the inside of her forearms and her neck... standard Auror protective enchantments.
The identity markers and emergency distress charms every Auror is fitted with upon enlistment.
The color of these points was a pale gold, their brightness uniform and their blink frequency stable.
Standard, compliant official enchantments that could be found in the Ministry's records.
But two points were different.
Their location... her breasts.
Jerry's palm moved slowly over Mia's body... up from her abdomen... past her ribs.
As he reached her chest, those two anomalous points of light grew significantly brighter.
Their color wasn't pale gold... it was a deeper, amber-tinted dark gold.
The frequency was different too—not the steady "blink... blink... blink" of standard enchantments, but an irregular, heartbeat-like "blink... blink-blink... blink... blink-blink-blink."
Most crucially... the position of those two points corresponded exactly to the centers of Mia's twin peaks.
One on the left, one on the right.
Jerry's face took on an expression that wasn't surprise or anger... but a look of "just as I thought," tinged with a bit of appreciative realization.
"A plan within a plan."
His voice was flat, like he was evaluating a sophisticated magical array design.
Hermione moved behind him, looking down at the flickering points on Mia's body... especially those two anomalous ones on her chest.
"A tracking charm?"
"Mmh."
Jerry nodded. "Hidden very deep."
He withdrew his right hand, and the scanning waves dissipated.
The flickering points vanished as well, sinking back beneath the surface of Mia's skin.
Jerry's left hand reached for Mia's chest.
Mia's combat robes had already been mostly shredded... the fabric from the collar to the waist was peeled back to either side.
The black athletic undershirt had been pushed up past her bust.
Her breasts were now completely exposed to the air... two full, white mounds splayed slightly to the sides by her position.
In the residual golden light of the array, they possessed a warm, nearly luminous skin tone.
The nipples were a pale pink... slightly erect from the previous stimulations... swaying gently with the rise and fall of her chest with every breath.
Jerry placed his left hand over Mia's left breast.
He spread his five fingers, pressing his palm over the peak, his fingertips resting on different quadrants.
His thumb was on the outer edge, his index and middle fingers on top, and his ring and pinky fingers on the inner side.
He began to press.
Not a knead... not the possessive, rough ruffling from the dead world... but a purposeful pressure, similar to a medical palpation.
He started from the outer perimeter of the mound, advancing toward the center in a spiral path.
At every point he pressed, he lingered for about a second... feeling the density and elasticity of the breast tissue beneath his pads... searching for an anomaly.
The tissue yielded softly under his fingers, deforming and then slowly bouncing back as he moved on.
Beneath the soft layer of fat lay the denser glandular tissue, and further down, the connective tissue attached to the pectoral muscle.
Normal breast tissue should be uniform... with density and elasticity being roughly the same throughout.
But when Jerry's fingers pressed a spot about four centimeters from the nipple, on the inner-upper quadrant of the left breast...
His fingers stopped.
Beneath his pads... at the junction of the soft fat and the glandular tissue... was something hard.
It wasn't a lump... the boundaries of a lump are usually blurry and irregular.
This object's boundaries were exceptionally clear—like a small pebble embedded in dough.
It was about five millimeters in diameter, nearly spherical, with a smooth surface and a hardness far exceeding the surrounding tissue.
The ring on Jerry's index finger flashed.
An extremely faint, targeted scanning pulse seeped from his fingertip into Mia's breast tissue... through the fat layer... reaching the foreign object.
The object lit up under the pulse's excitation.
An amber glow seeped outward from the depths of the breast... through the fat and skin... forming a blurry, pulsing spot of light about two centimeters in diameter on the surface.
A Tracking Charm.
A grain-sized magical crystal implanted deep within the tissue... etched with microscopic tracking runes... constantly broadcasting the wearer's spatial coordinates to a receiver.
Hidden inside her breast.
The location was chosen with extreme cunning... breast tissue has a high fat content and low magic conductivity, providing a natural shielding effect against external scanning signals.
Ordinary anti-tracking scans... even the standard full-body scans of an Auror... would struggle to penetrate the density gradient of the tissue to detect the crystal.
Unless someone manually pressed that exact spot, conducting a targeted scan at the distance of physical contact.
Jerry's fingers did not leave that spot.
He turned to the right breast... his hand covered it... using the same spiral palpation method.
Thirty seconds later, he found the second one about three centimeters from the nipple on the outer side of the right breast.
Two tracking crystals.
One left, one right.
Buried separately in the deep tissue of her breasts.
"Double insurance," Jerry's voice carried a hint of admiration.
"Even if one is found and destroyed, the other keeps working. And the positions are asymmetrical... if a searcher finds one on one side, they'll likely think it's the only one and overlook the other."
He removed his hand from Mia's chest, wiping his fingers on his trousers.
Then he stood up.
Jerry looked down at the unconscious Mia.
"They had two plans ready from the very beginning."
His voice was steady, his pace unhurried, like he was giving a case study to his club members.
"Plan A... direct interrogation. Trap me with World Crystals, surround me with six people, and force the location of Selina out of me.
They knew the success rate of that was... low."
He drew a circle in the air with his right index finger.
"Plan B... the long game.
If the interrogation failed... which they expected it would... Mia was meant to be 'captured' by me during the fight.
The tracking crystals in her would keep sending coordinates.
No matter where I took her... the school, a safe house, or the Alchemy Workshop... they could track us."
He pointed toward Mia's chest.
"If I had brought Mia to the same place I'm holding Selina... the tracking crystals would have sent the coordinates of that location directly to them.
No interrogation needed.
No questioning.
I would have delivered the answer to their doorstep myself."
Hermione's brown eyes narrowed.
"So Mia chose close-quarters combat during the fight... not because she thought it was more effective..."
"Because she needed to be captured by me," Jerry picked up the thread.
"Close-quarters combat is the easiest way to lead to 'one party being restrained by the other.' Long-range spell duels result in a win or a loss; they don't easily lead to a 'prisoner' scenario.
But a physical struggle... grappling... exhaustion... being pinned by the opponent... in that situation, 'being captured' is a very natural outcome."
He looked down at Mia's face... rugged, with her blonde hair scattered on the floor, now in a deep state of unconsciousness.
"The spirit of sacrifice is respectable.
She knew what being captured by me could mean... she saw the fact that Selina hasn't been found in three months... and she still chose to deliver herself."
The corner of his mouth quirked up.
"However..."
He squatted back down. He placed his right hand over Mia's left breast... his fingers pressing accurately on the spot where he had detected the crystal.
Beneath his pad, he could feel the grain-sized hard object resting quietly deep in the soft tissue.
The ring on his index finger glowed.
An extremely fine line of blue mana, no thicker than a needle-tip, seeped from his finger into Mia's skin... through the fat... reaching the surface of the crystal.
Sizzle...
A faint sound, like a hot iron hitting ice.
The moment the blue mana line touched the crystal, it burned away the tracking runes on its surface. The microscopic structure of the runes disintegrated under the heat of the high-concentration mana.
Stripped of its runes, the crystal became an inert glass bead that no longer sent any signal.
Jerry's fingers moved to the right breast... pressing with the same precision on the second crystal.
Sizzle...
The second one was ruined as well.
Both tracking crystals were now disabled.
Jerry stood up from beside Mia.
When his fingers left her breast, they left five slight indentations on the soft surface...
Once the pressure was gone, those prints were slowly restored by the elasticity of the tissue, vanishing completely after about three seconds.
"We won't lock her in the Alchemy Workshop," Jerry's voice was calm.
Hermione's eyebrow arched.
Jerry looked down at Mia on the floor.
"Send her back.
Let her tell her friends... that Selina is still alive.
But tell them not to come looking for me."
The corner of his mouth quirked up again...
It wasn't a smile, but a sort of mutual understanding and respect between players who had witnessed an opponent's clever move in a chess game.
"If they come again... I can't guarantee I'll be this polite."
Liliana's light-brown eyes blinked several times after Jerry spoke...
She clearly wanted to say something...
But Jerry had already turned around, walking toward a side door of the clubroom.
He took two steps, then stopped.
He looked back over his shoulder.
The four little witches stood where they were, and the red light on their bracelets finally began to fade...
Turning from a piercing crimson to a dull orange, then to yellow, before finally extinguishing completely.
Danger cleared.
"I'm hungry!"
"Come on, let's go eat first!"
A glass made a soft clink on the table surface.
It was pumpkin juice.
Five chairs were arranged around the circular table.
Jerry sat in the seat facing the fireplace.
His hair was still wet...
He had hurriedly used a Scouring Charm in the clubroom...
Strands of black hair were plastered to his forehead and behind his ears, with an occasional drop of water sliding from the tips onto the collar of his hoodie.
Hermione sat at his right hand.
She had also changed clothes...
Into a loose beige sweater and a school skirt...
But her face and hair clearly hadn't been fully cleaned; a few clumps of her bushy brown curls were still stuck together, bearing a suspicious, abnormal sheen from certain angles.
Liliana sat at Jerry's left.
There was still a faint ring of red around her eyes, but her emotions had completely stabilized...
A little witch's emotional recovery speed was as staggering as her tear production.
On the plate before her sat a roast chicken leg cut into small pieces, which she was currently stabbing with a fork and lifting to her mouth.
Due to her posture, the collar of her school robes was slightly open, revealing the swell of her white shirt fabric over her chest.
Hannah sat next to Hermione.
Her blonde hair had been recombed into a loose low ponytail, with a few stray strands hanging by her ears.
She was quietly drinking pumpkin juice, holding the glass with both hands so that it covered most of her face, leaving only a pair of eyes that were still slightly bloodshot.
Cho Chang sat between Liliana and Hannah...
The position on the round table furthest from Jerry.
On her plate was a portion of mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables that had barely been touched.
Her straight black hair draped over her shoulders, her bangs were neat, and her posture was upright.
She used her knife and fork with an Oriental precision... every cut was identical in size.
In front of Jerry sat a twelve-ounce steak...
Medium-rare, the cross-section an even pink, the surface charred into a brown crust, with juices pooling at the bottom of the plate.
It was served with roasted potatoes and buttered corn.
He forked a piece of steak and stuffed it into his mouth.
He chewed twice.
Good quality meat. Charred on the outside, tender on the inside.
The seasoning was heavy, with more salt than usual, but Jerry had just expended a massive amount of physical energy.
His body's demand for sodium was at its peak, so the saltiness was just right.
He was preparing to cut a second piece...
The door to the private room was pushed open.
There was no knock.
The door was simply thrust wide.
A woman stood in the doorway.
Jerry's knife and fork paused for a moment.
Then he continued cutting his steak.
Liliana's fork nearly slipped from her hand...
Her light-brown eyes went wide, a piece of unchewed chicken still in her mouth, her cheeks bulging.
Her expression was stuck between "shock" and "failing to swallow in time."
Hannah's grip on her glass tightened, the surface of her pumpkin juice rippling.
Cho Chang's knife and fork motion paused, but her expression remained unchanged...
Her black eyes merely lifted from her plate to look at the door.
Hermione glanced over, then turned back, continuing to poke a roasted mushroom on her plate with her fork.
The woman at the door walked in.
Minerva McGonagall.
Her dark brown hair was strictly pinned into a tight high bun, not a single strand escaping; the entire hairstyle was as precise as if measured with a ruler.
The hem of her robes reached her ankles.
In the small gap between the bottom edge of her robes and her shoes, one could see a pair of ankles encased in black silk stockings...
The fabric of the silk was extremely thin, the curve of the ankle bone clearly visible through the transparency.
Professor McGonagall swept her gaze over the five people in the room.
Her eyes lingered on Jerry for about a second...
From his wet hair to the cutlery in his hands to the half-cut steak on his plate...
Then she looked away.
"Rosmerta."
She called out toward the doorway.
Her voice wasn't loud, but that unquestionable sense of command in her tone made every syllable perfectly clear.
"Bring another chair in."
From outside the door came Madam Rosmerta's response, followed by the screech of chair legs dragging across the wooden floor.
Thirty seconds later, an oak chair identical to the others was brought in.
Professor McGonagall placed the chair between Cho Chang and Hannah...
Directly opposite Jerry...
And sat down.
The motion of sitting was textbook perfect...
Back straight, legs together, the hem of her robes draping naturally on either side of the chair, hands folded on the table.
Liliana finally swallowed the chicken in her mouth.
"Pr-Professor McGonagall..."
Her voice carried the guilt of a student caught having a secret meal off-campus.
McGonagall's grey-green gaze looked at Liliana over the top of her glasses.
That single look made Liliana's spine reflexively straighten...
As if an invisible thread were pulling the top of her head.
"Relax, Liliana."
McGonagall's voice was softer than before...
Only by one degree...
Shifting from a "command" to a "statement."
She looked around... Hannah's red eyes, Liliana's lingering tear tracks, Cho Chang's overly rigid posture...
"You did very well."
Four words.
The tone was flat. No particular emotional color.
But coming from McGonagall's mouth, the weight of those words was heavier than any excited praise.
Hannah's fingers loosened on her glass.
Liliana's shoulders slumped slightly, the tension in her eyes fading a layer.
Cho Chang's knife and fork began to move again.
Rosmerta walked in with a plate...
A ten-ounce steak, medium-well, accompanied by roasted asparagus and creamy mushroom sauce...
She placed it before Professor McGonagall.
"Thank you."
McGonagall picked up her knife and fork.
She cut her steak with the same precision as Cho Chang...
Every cut followed the grain of the muscle fibers, each piece nearly identical in size.
She sent the first piece into her mouth. Chewed three times. Swallowed.
Then her grey-green eyes looked straight at Jerry across the table over the rim of her square glasses.
"Who made the move?"
Jerry was currently stuffing a third piece of steak into his mouth.
He chewed twice, swallowed, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin...
The action was as casual as a break between classes...
Then he lifted his eyes to meet McGonagall's.
"Just a bunch of people overestimating themselves.
Selina's friends."
He paused.
The corner of his mouth quirked slightly.
"Professor... are you worried about me?"
McGonagall rolled her eyes.
The gesture was exactly the same as when a student couldn't answer a question in class...
Her grey-green irises flicked to the whites of her eyes for 0.3 seconds and back...
Carrying a disdain that said, "Your question is not worth a formal answer."
She didn't acknowledge the remark.
Instead, she returned her attention to the steak before her.
Her knife and fork carved another piece.
Simultaneously...
Under the tablecloth.
McGonagall's right foot slid out of her black, square-toed, medium-heeled leather shoe.
The movement was incredibly natural...
Like casually loosening a shoelace during a meal...
The heel pulled free first, then the sole slid out, and finally, the toes left the toe-cap.
The entire foot emerged from the shoe, covered only by a layer of black silk.
The fabric of the stocking extended from her toes up her calf...
Higher than the tablecloth allowed visibility...
But judging by the texture, these were pantyhose; the fabric was extremely thin and highly transparent, allowing the shape of her toes and the color of her nails to be faintly seen through the material.
McGonagall's foot hovered in the space beneath the round table.
Then it began to move.
Toes pointed slightly, the foot extended slowly forward from beneath her own chair...
Toward Jerry.
The round table was about 1.2 meters in diameter.
The distance under the table between McGonagall and Jerry was about eighty centimeters.
Her legs were long enough to bridge that gap...
Her foot glided forward under the cloth like a silent fish, the silk fabric producing almost no sound in the air.
Her toes touched Jerry's knee.
It was an exploratory touch...
The pads of her toes lightly tapped the outside of Jerry's knee through the silk...
Then slid inward along the curve of the joint, entering the space between his legs.
Jerry's legs parted slightly when her toes slid in...
Not much, only about three centimeters...
But enough for McGonagall's foot to slide upward more smoothly.
Her sole slid up his inner thigh from the knee...
A faint rustle was produced between the thin silk and the cotton of his sweatpants...
That sound was completely masked by the tablecloth; no one in the world above could hear it.
Her foot reached the middle of his thigh.
It continued upward.
The upper thigh.
The edge of his groin.
And then...
McGonagall's foot touched that thing.
Even through the fabric of the sweatpants, its presence was overwhelming.
The sensation against her sole the moment it contacted that thick, massive ridge running down his crotch conveyed sufficient information...
Heat, hardness, and sheer scale.
McGonagall's toes had just pressed against the side of it...
Preparing to wrap her foot around it from the side...
Her toes hit something else.
It wasn't Jerry's meat-pillar.
It was fingers.
Two sets of hands.
Someone else's hands were already there.
McGonagall's toes paused for half a second upon touching those fingers.
Her grey-green eyes lifted from her steak...
Not lifting her head...
Just her pupils flicking up...
Looking at the direction opposite Jerry over the rim of her glasses.
In the world above the table...
Hermione was forking a roasted mushroom into her mouth. Her right hand... the one with the fork... was on the table.
But her left hand was not.
Her left arm disappeared beneath the tablecloth at the edge of the table.
Liliana was using both hands...
No.
Only her right hand was on the table, holding a fork and poking at her chicken.
Her left hand was also missing.
McGonagall's toes felt out the position and distribution of those fingers beneath the cloth...
Two left hands.
Hermione's hand was lower...
Five fingers gripping a section of the meat-pillar from the base...
But her fingers could not close around it...
There was a visible gap between her thumb and middle finger.
Her palm was wrapped around the thickest part of the base, her pads pressed against the veins bulging from engorgement.
Liliana's hand was higher...
About ten centimeters above Hermione's...
Her hand was smaller...
Her fingers shorter...
Her grip on the shaft looked more like a child hugging a thick tree branch...
Her five short fingers could only cover about a third of the circumference...
The rest was exposed, leaving the shaft of the meat-pillar directly bare to the warm air under the tablecloth in the gap between the two hands and the waistband of his pants, which had already been pulled down.
McGonagall's toes found a vacancy between the two hands...
A gap of about five centimeters between Hermione and Liliana...
And pressed the front of her foot against it.
The thin silk touched the skin of his cock directly.
Warm. Slightly sweaty. The pulse thrummed powerfully beneath the surface.
McGonagall's toes contracted slightly at that spot...
Five toes clamped that five-centimeter section of the shaft through the silk...
Then released...
Then tightened again...
A slow, rhythmic, kneading motion.
Above the table...
McGonagall's expression showed nothing.
She cut another piece of steak, put it in her mouth, chewed three times, and swallowed.
Then she spoke.
"There is news from the front."
Her voice returned to the professional tone of a professor reporting to a student.
"Aurora has been severely injured."
Jerry's knife paused.
"How bad?"
"A compound fracture of the left arm.
Three broken ribs.
Internal organ bruising to varying degrees.
But it's not life-threatening... the wizarding legions on the front managed to extract her immediately, and she's been sent to a field hospital in the rear."
McGonagall's toes maintained the kneading rhythm while she spoke.
The silk fabric produced an extremely faint rustle against the skin of his cock from the friction...
A sound only that small patch of skin directly under her toes could perceive.
"Who did it?"
Jerry's tone was flat, as if asking about a Potions assignment.
"Apollo."
"Mmh."
Jerry put a piece of steak in his mouth.
Chew.
Swallow.
"And Apollo now?"
McGonagall's eyes watched him over her glasses.
"Vanished."
Jerry's eyebrow twitched.
"Zeus has also vanished," McGonagall continued.
Her toes shifted from kneading to a slower, sliding motion along the shaft...
The front of her foot moved up and down that five-centimeter range, the silk fabric rubbing back and forth over the surface like a warm piece of satin.
Under the tablecloth, Hermione's fingers felt the presence of McGonagall's toes...
Her grip tightened slightly as she touched those nimble toes through the silk...
But she immediately resumed her original rhythm.
She seemed unsurprised by McGonagall joining this "under-table activity."
Liliana's hand, however, was completely oblivious to the foot...
Her hand was higher on the shaft, with Hermione's hand serving as a buffer between her and the Professor's foot...
She simply focused on using her small hand to stroke the shaft back and forth, slowly and gently.
Jerry's trousers had been pulled down to mid-thigh...
It was unclear when both hands had pushed them down together...
The meat-pillar was fully exposed to the air beneath the table.
From base to tip, the full length...
Exceeded twenty-five centimeters...
Three different sources of touch occupied different sections: Hermione's hand at the base, McGonagall's foot in the middle, and Liliana's hand at the top.
The position of the tip...
That dark red, mushroom-like swelling with the slightly flared coronal sulcus...
Was currently untouched, standing solitary about five centimeters above Liliana's palm, a single drop of transparent pre-cum slowly seeping from the meatus.
"Two Major Gods vanishing simultaneously... not a retreat... a disappearance."
McGonagall's voice kept the reporting pace.
"Our scouts found no traces of divine power residue on the battlefield...
This means they weren't defeated and fled, but left of their own accord.
Motive unknown."
Her toes gave the meat-pillar a sharp squeeze as she said "motive unknown"...
Harder than before...
Then released instantly.
"But the result is... the Olympian legions, having lost the command of two Major Gods, have fallen into a massive rout. Our wizarding legions are advancing across the entire line."
She cut a piece of steak.
Into the mouth.
Chew. Swallow.
"Crushing victory!"
When she spoke those last words, the corners of her mouth curled up minutely...
An arc only detectable by someone sitting very close...
That was McGonagall's way of expressing "satisfaction."
Jerry set down his knife and fork.
The steak on the plate was gone, leaving only a few untouched potatoes and a puddle of gravy.
He picked up his glass of pumpkin juice and took a sip.
Under the tablecloth, Hermione's fingers, Liliana's small hand, and McGonagall's silk-wrapped toes continued their work tirelessly and independently.
Each followed their own rhythm on that meat-pillar—so thick it required three people serving simultaneously to fully cover it.
Plip.
The pre-cum at the tip finally reached a critical mass...
A transparent bead overflowed from the edge of the urethral slit...
Sliding down the curve of the glans...
Falling onto Liliana's fingertip.
Liliana's finger jerked as it touched the warm liquid...
Then she smeared it...
Spreading it across the surface of the shaft...
Allowing her fingers to glide even more smoothly over his skin.
Above the table.
Hannah quietly drank her juice. Cho Chang precisely cut her potatoes.
The fire in the hearth crackled.
Professor McGonagall wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"If you are finished... return to the school.
You have classes tomorrow."
Her voice regained the authority of a professor.
Her foot did not withdraw.