Underwater Madness

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The list of students who would represent their schools on the big stage was out. Among those from Hogwarts were Charlus and Daphne. The Greengrass heir was the only female managing to enter the list. House Slytherin was greatly elated as many of its members entered the list. It was unfortunate that their spot in the Sixth Year was snatched by Cedric Diggory, but they still rejoiced as they had the King of the Arena, Harry.

The match after this would be categorized into U-16 and Open. Everyone 16 and above had to compete in the Open Category, but those under 16 might also compete in it. The match would be held after the Second Task and the selection for the group duel.

Unlike the individual duel, the group duel only had the Open category. It was dominated by the older students, but you could still see some younger students mixed in the group. One of them was Charlus who grouped with Gryffindor's older students. He only participated in the group duel after knowing Harry wouldn't participate.

"The schedule is packed. Group Duelling Team selection after the Second Task, followed by the finals for the Individual Duelling Tournament and ended with Group Duelling Finals just a week before the Third Task which is the peak of the event. Hogwarts is flooded by many people. Oh, poor committee."

One of the committees was one beautiful but single Septima Vector. Juggling between managing the event and lecturing put a burden on her. She became even stricter when frustrated, frightening many of her students. Thanks to that, her already few students became fewer. Arithmancy was fun, but now everyone thought it was frightening thanks to her.

Looking retrospectively, she could never forget only one remarkable student: Harry Evans, who was recently revealed to be Harry James Potter, the eldest of the Potter. The boy was an attentive and quiet student. His essays were perfect, showing his deep understanding of Arithmancy, unlike Hermione whose work was always bookish.

Recalling the look of intrigue he had given her all those years ago when she taught him made her think about the Yule Ball. Harry had been pretty innocent in his third year. Now in his sixth year, the boy had grown to become a charmer. He was so good at it that she was left flustered. It had been weeks, but she still couldn't get him out of her mind.

"Professor Vector."

"Cheesecake!"

Septima was startled by an enticing male voice. She was so occupied with her thoughts that she didn't realize someone had entered her office. Calming her thumping heart, she met the intruder's eyes. A glowing pair of emeralds greeted her with amusement. Her calmed heart immediately beat rowdily again.

"Mr Potter…"

"Harry Potter at your service," Harry bowed dramatically. "But, please call me Harry when we are alone."

"Then, call me Septima too," Septima added, recalling the sensual way he had called her that night. "Anyway, what are you doing here?"

Quest: Ease Septima Vector off her burden!

Reward: Big Brain Moment

"I am here to discuss about Arithmancy. There is a project I am working on that may need its incorporation."

Harry's answer slightly disappointed Septima, but she didn't show it. Besides, she loved Arithmancy. Discussing it with such a young man would make it all the more enjoyable. Motioning for Harry to sit down, she asked him what she could help. She idly noted how happy she was when Harry put his chair next to her.

What Harry was attempting was making an analysis Spell that allowed him to predict what the subject of the Spell was going to do. Taking into every reaction and every bit of data the subject provided, Harry was hoping the Spell would tell him what the subject would do.

It was not a farfetched Spell. It was a very revolutionary Spell that he was attempting to make. The only problem was that there were a lot of variables that Harry needed to take into account. The Spell might work on simple subjects like muggles or animals, but it wouldn't affect the Magicals. Everyone had their unique Magic Signature and it would affect the Spell's judgment.

"It's very stressful, you know. Dealing with students who are afraid of you and managing these events. Magic can take care of a lot of things but doesn't solve everything…unless you are Albus Dumbledore."

With that said, Septima didn't know why she was talking about her hardships instead of thinking about the solution. Thankfully, Harry didn't mind. He calmly sipped his Firewhiskey and listened to her woes. Why did Harry have a Firewhiskey? Septima didn't care as she revelled in the warmth the drink provided.

"You could delegate some of your tasks to others," Harry advised as he stood up. Moving behind Septima, she massaged her shoulders.

"Un…" Septima moaned appreciatively. "I would like to, but we need to be extra careful. Death Eaters were bold enough to attack the Quidditch World Cup. We can't take risks, given the number of attending people."

Time passed with Septima sharing her burden. Harry kindly listened to her, lifting the weight off her shoulder greatly. Maybe it was the Firewhiskey or her relief that pushed her to grab Harry's hands and put them on her covered breasts.

"Is your offer that night still on, Harry?" Septima asked coyly.

"Prepare to be shocked by my service," Harry replied huskily.

Septima waved her wand and activated the ward in her office. From this moment on, no one could enter her office or hear what happened inside. Harry kneaded her breasts and captured her lips when she moaned. It was her second time snogging and it was nothing compared to her first, when she ran off due to sheer embarrassment and discomfort.

Septima's mind blurred and by the time she knew it, she was bending over the table, disrobed, with Harry's hands under her black top cupping her breasts. Her groin tingled as Harry nibbled on her neck. When Harry retreated, she became disappointed and apprehensive. She thought Harry had realized what he was doing and didn't want anything to do with a miserable hag.

"Oh, Harry, no. That's dirty!"

As such, Septima was equally elated and anxious when he pulled down her shorts along with her knickers and licked her slit. The action sent jolts of electricity to her brain. Her groin muscles tightened and she became more soaked. Harry savagely ate her out, causing her to scream out loud. Not long after, a torrent of love juice gushed out of her.

Quest Complete!

Attained Big Brain Moment!

Harry grinned as the quest was complete. He could immediately feel his awareness expanding. Big Brain Moment gave him absurd analytical prowess. It made him understand everything better. It made him smarter, giving him big brain power. So enthused he was with his new upgrade that he was startled when Septima pulled down his pants.

"Someone is not yet satisfied it seems," Harry grinned.

At the end of the session, Harry had used two of Septima's available holes. The witch was quite vanilla, so he had been reluctant to proceed to a more intense sex. Septima had even still had her hymen intact. It had excited Harry but also made him feel guilty. Judging Septima's personality, he wouldn't be surprised if she saved it for marriage.

"Fleur and Lily would likely kill me, but I will marry you if you wish," Harry whispered into Septima's ears.

The witch didn't manage to utter a single response. She only lay on her desk, sweat glistening on her body and Harry's seed dripping from her slit. Harry sighed and waved his wand. The evidence of their sinful activity bar the smell disappeared in an instant. He picked her up and put her on her bed. As sexy as it was to leave her bent over the desk, he didn't want her to sleep in such an uncomfortable position.

After wearing his clothes, Harry exited the office. He decided he needed a shower. On his way to the Prefects' bathroom on the fifth floor, he passed Lily's quarter. Her work required her presence, so the quarter was empty. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't thinking about Lily when he was pounding Septima the mature witch.

"Hooh. Hogwarts is treating Prefects well. They don't even do much," Harry groaned pleasantly as he sunk into the large tub. He closed his eyes and calmly exclaimed, "I know you are underwater, Myrtle. It's too late to deny you are not peeping."

Myrtle's head immediately popped out of the water. A streak of red crossed her ethereal pasty face.

"Like what you see?" Harry smirked.

"I…was curious," Myrtle defended weakly.

"Well, now you make me curious too. Why don't you show me your snatch?" Harry said humorously.

Silence dominated the bathroom, making Harry feel bad for teasing the dead girl. He opened his eyes and was about to apologize when he found Myrtle presenting her groin in front of his face.

"A naughty girl, aren't you?" Harry pushed his finger into Myrtle's slit but found out it just went through.

"You can't touch ghosts, but ghosts can touch you if they want," Myrtle revealed.

"Thanks for the trivia. I guess I am going with the classic way." Harry began stroking his shaft.

"I can help with that," Myrtle supplied in embarrassment.

"Naughty girl, aren't you?"

That night, Harry proclaimed himself the most deprived wizard in Britain. He enjoyed Myrtle's underwater handjob…and blowjob…and also her otherworldly snatch (because she was a ghost).