Harvey frowned as he stared at the divine dragon skeleton in front of him. Judging by its size, it had to weigh at least several hundred tons.
How to take it away became a massive problem.
"Reducio!"
He attempted to use the Shrinking Charm to make the dragon bone smaller.
But when the light purple spell hit the surface of the dragon bone, it was forcefully deflected.
Clearly, the inherent power contained within the dragon bone autonomously resisted all external magical attacks.
Seeing that the spell had no effect, Harvey felt a massive headache coming on. How was he supposed to carry away this dragon bone weighing hundreds of tons?
"Miss Know-It-All, can you think of a way to take this dragon bone with us?"
Hermione had also seen the spell fail. Therefore, she pondered for a moment and said:
"Perhaps we could use an Undetectable Extension pouch to put the dragon bone directly inside?"
Hearing this, Harvey's eyes lit up. "Darling, you are truly brilliant! To actually think of such a clever solution!"
Hermione corrected him expressionlessly, "You should call me by my name."
Harvey felt deeply speechless, scratching his head as he said, "None of that matters right now. Let's hurry up and take the dragon bone back to Hogwarts."
After saying that, he pulled out an exquisite cloth pouch the size of his palm, casting a Levitation Charm as he struggled to shove the massive dragon skeleton into the spatial bag.
Because the dragon bone was both enormous and incredibly heavy, even though Harvey's proficiency with the Levitation Charm was extremely high, it was still difficult to precisely control such a massive skeleton.
Seeing the dragon bone swaying unsteadily as it was lifted by the invisible magical force, Hermione hurriedly waved her wand and cast a Levitation Charm to lend a hand.
"To the left, to the right, down a bit..."
"Is it lined up?"
"A little more to the right..."
"Yes, right there, shove it in quickly..."
After expending a tremendous amount of effort, the two of them finally managed to stuff the colossal dragon bone into the spatial bag.
When the entire dragon bone vanished, it also meant that the load-bearing pillar supporting the cavern was gone.
The ground began to exhibit slight tremors.
In a very short period of time, the tremors grew increasingly violent, until they formed a magnitude 6.3 earthquake with a focal depth of five hundred meters, affecting the entirety of Manhattan Island.
Rumble—
The shifting of the earth caused the entire cavern to begin collapsing, with countless hard clumps of dirt and debris plummeting down from the ceiling.
"Look out, we have to go!"
Harvey's face was etched with anxiety. While warning her, he cast a Levitation Charm to control the direction of the falling rocks, while simultaneously opening a portal and dragging Hermione straight through it.
...
The estate in the northern suburbs of New York.
Two figures tumbled out of the portal.
Hermione was dragged along and fell face-first onto the sofa, with Harvey pressing down on top of her.
"What is poking into me?"
"You bastard, get off me!"
Harvey reluctantly lifted himself off Hermione, blaming it entirely on her soft, yielding body that was simply too intoxicating.
"Are you alright?"
While smoothing out the wrinkles on the back of her wizard robes, Hermione asked coldly without even looking up, "Hmph! Did you take advantage of me on purpose?"
An awkward atmosphere spread through the air. Harvey chose to play dumb and change the subject, "Since we've secured the dragon bone, we'll return to Hogwarts tomorrow."
"I got it," Hermione tried her best to feign calmness as she replied.
She felt her cheeks burning hot. Part of the reason was that the environment just now was too hot, but the main reason was that her delicate body was involuntarily growing weak and soft.
These physiological reactions were truly annoying!
Seeing an unnatural flush appear on the little witch's exquisite face, Harvey asked with concern, "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine, I don't need your concern!" Hermione glared viciously at Harvey and stood up, intending to return to her room.
As a result, she pushed up too hard when she stood, losing her balance uncontrollably and falling backward.
With quick hands and sharp eyes, Harvey caught the fragrant, soft little witch.
"You didn't sprain your ankle, did you?"
"Let me go... you annoying jerk..."
Hermione reacted intensely, wriggling her delicate body non-stop in Harvey's arms, her face already as red as a steamed lobster.
Harvey was genuinely worried about the little witch's condition. He scooped up the soft, seemingly boneless Hermione into his arms and carried her toward the second-floor bedroom, saying, "Let me help you back to your room to rest."
"No... put me down..."
"Bang—"
The second-floor bedroom door slammed shut heavily.
Not long after.
The little witch's continuous, melodious moans, sweet as a nightingale, orchestrated a symphony of rising and falling crescendos as they fucked passionately.
In the distant sky, the setting sun hid behind purplish-red clouds, gradually disappearing below the horizon.
The hazy moon, draped in a light veil, slowly rose.
Frosty moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting mottled light and shadows upon the headboard in the bedroom.
"Click!"
The light of the bedside lamp chased away the darkness in the bedroom.
"Ah?!" Like a frightened rabbit, Hermione yanked the blanket up to cover her small head.
"What's wrong? It's not like you can't stand the light?"
Harvey deliberately teased the delicate beauty in his arms, causing Hermione, hidden under the covers, to let out muffled "mmph-mmph" sounds as she struggled for breath.
"Phew~" The little witch couldn't help but poke her small head out to breathe. Turning her head and seeing Harvey still smiling playfully, she got so mad she bared her little canine teeth, making a super fierce expression.
"You annoying jerk, how could you be so careless and hasty about this?"
Hermione's exquisite face still bore the faint tracks of tears. While scolding and complaining, she pulled the blanket off the "wicked culprit" responsible.
"No beautiful roses, no romantic candlelit dinner, not even a confession of love..."
Although Harvey was in his post-nut clarity sage mode, he still understood the need to show some care for the little witch's sense of insecurity and vulnerability.
He cast Transfiguration, turning the alarm clock on the nightstand into a bouquet of vibrant, fresh roses.
"Here, aren't these roses? A lifetime is very long. If you like them, I'll give you flowers every single day from now on..."
Looking at the roses shoved right in front of her face, the fragrant pollen drifted into her nose—"A-choo!"
After sneezing, Hermione suppressed the urge to curse at him, reached out, took the roses, and tossed them onto the floor beside the bed.
Then, with a face full of disappointment, she turned to look at Harvey.
"How can you be as stupid as a troll? What I want isn't roses, but an attitude!"
An attitude?
But I only know the temperature of your body when I'm deep inside you...
Completely baffled, Harvey asked, "What kind of attitude do you want?"
Hermione pointed toward the direction of Wanda's room on the east side, stating seriously, word by word:
"I want you to completely sever ties with Wanda from now on. I want you to be good to me for the rest of your life. I want you to... mmph-mmph..."
Harvey sealed the little witch's moist, red lips with his own, trying to muddle his way through her demands.
Being teased and provoked, Hermione's mind grew dizzy and muddled, her eyes gradually misting over with a watery haze. Very quickly, she lost all ability to resist, only knowing how to let out beautiful, melodious "mmph-mmph" moans as they kissed.
...
Early the next morning.
"Miss Know-It-All, the sun is already baking your ass!"
Harvey delivered a resounding slap to the little witch's perky ass.
Hermione, whose entire body felt utterly drained of strength after being fucked senseless, struggled to prop herself up and lean against the headboard. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared straight at Harvey.
Giving him a fierce glare that clearly said, 'You'd better watch it.'
"Rennervate!"
Today was the day they were returning to Hogwarts; the white-bearded old man was still waiting for his treatment.
Harvey cast the Reviving Spell, and the little witch's slightly pale complexion rapidly regained its rosy luster.
Once her body had recovered somewhat, Hermione threw off the blanket, inadvertently revealing a flash of snow-white skin and the curves of her breasts.
"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to help me up?"
The little witch, who still felt sore, soft, and weak, unceremoniously issued orders as if commanding a servant.