Chapter 34

It had been three years since Tom Riddle, aka the self-proclaimed Dark Lord, had found himself in the dungeons of Helheim, much to the delight of the long-awaited goddess of death. In that time, much has changed in the magical world. But let's start with the Tournament of Three Mages, the winner of which was Viktor Krum. The second place went to Fleur Delacourt, and the third place went to the Hogwarts champion. After the tournament was over, the foreign delegations returned to their schools to finish the school year there. After graduating from Beauxbaton, to the surprise of many, Fleur followed a diplomatic path and took a job at the French Embassy in magical London. Many former students thought that the blonde Veela would be interested in a job as a curse breaker because the girl was perfect with spells. But they didn't know what Delacourt wanted. As for the other two participants of the tournament, they went to work in the ministries of magic of their countries. Victor got a job in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, while Cedric, at his father's patronage, went to work in the Department of International Relations.

In the months following the tournament, the Marvelians, under orders from the Minister of Magic, Amelia Bones, began a sweep of all the fallen Dark Lord's supporters in hiding. Neither connections nor bribes could help them now. The lucky eaters managed to escape from the country, but they were very few. And then they were still found and brought to trial. Most of all, the Aurors paid attention to the werewolf packs that supported Voldemort. This was especially true of Blue's pack. It could not be spared, for it contained the worst maniacs and the most implacable werewolves. In addition to Remus Lupin, who had a personal vendetta against Fenrir, Morgana, Bellatrix, and Sirius, including the purple-haired metamorph, were all involved in the cleanup of the pack.

Lupin himself challenged Sivi to a duel and after a very long and hard fight, managed to take down the most dangerous werewolf in Western Europe by ripping its head off.

After the pack lost its leader, it became easier for the dark fighters to destroy werewolves. In a matter of hours, Sivoy's pack ceased to exist. None of the werewolves survived. But Remus was still badly shaken, and Amelia had to send her husband to St Mungo's Hospital, where he lay for weeks.

The werewolf problem wasn't the only one that had been drastically solved. With Morgana's help, many racist laws were abolished and large-scale production of aconite potion began. Law-abiding werewolves were given separate forest areas where they could establish their settlements. Also, on the initiative of the Headmaster of Hogwarts, a network of educational institutions for the children of werewolves was created. However, other magical races were not forgotten, and discriminatory laws were also cancelled for them. Of course, all this caused discontent among wizards with racist views, but after many of them went to Azkaban, there was almost no one to resent.

While in magical England such processes took place, Harry completed his seventh year. He became the head of the school. In the fifth year, the young man became the head of Slytherin together with Daphne Greengrass by Bellatrix's decision. Morgana, Bella and Hela couldn't help but rejoice at the boy's academic success.

Harry grew into a handsome, tall young man, who could not help but be noticed by most of the wizards at Hogwarts, but, having been carried away by his studies and having received the title of Master in such areas of magic as combat magic, necromancy (after a long debate in the Ministry Morgana managed to restore some magical disciplines, cancelled for the last few centuries in England), spells, Potter did not pay attention to the languid looks of many girls. But if he looked closely, he would have noticed that it wasn't just the female students who were ogling him. Hela and Morgana, trying not to draw attention to themselves, were also literally devouring the tall, slender young man with their eyes. Bella was still holding back but recognised that her godson had become a handsome boy and quite strong in magic. However, unlike her friends who were drooling over Harry, Black tried to hold back. Still, she hated to admit to herself that she was lusting after her godson.

Harry had one more year of Hogwarts left to study, after which he decided to go to work for the Ministry of Magic in a department related to the administration of the country. Potter had come to this decision after a lot of thought. It was an ordinary summer day, well, at least for other wizards and wizards. Reluctantly lying on the hammock, Harry was reading a book given to him by Morgana. Today was the boy's birthday, he turned seventeen, which was considered adulthood in the magical world.

While the final preparations for the party Sirius and Bella were throwing for their godson were going on at Potter Manor, Harry preferred to bask in the sunshine and sway slowly in the hammock. However, the green-eyed young man couldn't do anything for long. Standing up from the hammock, Harry decided to stretch out a bit and went for a jog in the park adjacent to his family estate. After running for a bit, he returned to the mansion and went to the ground floor to wash up and get ready for the upcoming party.

After finishing tidying up and putting on his party clothes, Harry walked down the wooden stairs to the ground floor where his godparents and guests were waiting for him in the living room. Naturally, Morgana and Hela were here as well. Among the guests were Nymphadora Tonks, Daphne Greengrass, Amelia Bones and her husband Remus and niece Susan, and Hermione and Fleur, who had been invited by Morgana. Harry couldn't help but notice that Daphne was again looking slightly askew at the blonde Frenchwoman, who was currently talking to Granger about something. As it turned out, she knew French perfectly well, having learnt it at a Muggle school. This surprised the blonde-haired Slytherin, who hadn't expected this from the Muggle-born nerd girl, as Granger was sometimes called.

- Oh, finally the birthday boy had arrived. 'Harry,' Sirius exclaimed, holding a glass of fire whiskey in his hand as the young man entered the room.

- 'Calm down, dog, the party hasn't even started yet and some people just want to get drunk. Don't embarrass yourself in front of your guests," Bellatrix hissed, shoving her cousin to the side. Black, however, ignored his cousin and continued to party.

As soon as Harry said hello to the guests, everyone sat down at the festive table and dinner began. Sitting at the head of the table and listening to the congratulations, the birthday boy sensed that someone was acting rather strangely. Looking at Hela, who for some reason was sitting next to him, Harry felt the palm of the black-haired goddess of death touch his trousers near his groin. The brunette's nimble fingers moved along the fly of his trousers and Harry felt his cock slowly but surely increase in size. Soon, however, the brunette's palm disappeared. Hela didn't want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself. Quickly pulling himself together, Harry continued to enjoy the festive dinner as if nothing had happened.

As soon as the first courses were finished, the guests got up from the table and, breaking into several groups, started chatting to the cheerful music that was currently playing in the living room. As soon as the food was finished, the dancing began. Each of the ladies and girls took the trouble to dance with the birthday boy. If in the case of Amelia and Hermione, Harry danced as usual, the same could not be said when Hela approached him.

Clinging to the boy, the feisty goddess wrapped her arms around his waist and swirled her hips in a sensual dance. Which, of course, couldn't please Morgana. The Hogwarts headmistress quickly cast a distraction spell on the pair, otherwise the evening would have been ruined by the scandal. Though the others couldn't see it, Morgana watched with envy in her eyes as Hela twisted around Harry like a whore.

- I'm sure you'll like my gift and you'll get it later," the goddess of death whispered languidly before erotically licking a stunned Harry's cheek with her tongue.

- That's enough. Get away from him quickly," pulling Hela away from Harry, Morgana spoke, "What are you doing? You're trying to ruin the party here.

- As soon as the evening is over, come to your room and I'll be waiting for you. Be sure to come," Hela whispered in Harry's ear and quickly left the living room under Morgana's disapproving gaze.

As soon as the goddess of death was gone, the headmistress dispelled her spell and began dancing with the boy herself. After Harry had danced with all the ladies, it was time to eat the huge cake. After blowing out the 17 candles as he should and listening to a few toasts, the birthday boy drank from celebratory glasses with the guests of the evening. Harry then thanked everyone for coming and politely departed.

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Harry walked to the door to his room and as soon as he opened it, he saw Hela standing before him, dressed in her long cloak. However, when the black-haired goddess of death turned to face him, Harry was completely taken aback. For Hela was wearing nothing but her cloak. Her voluminous breasts beckoned the young man's gaze.

- 'I congratulate you once again on your coming of age, my Harry. And here is my gift to you," Hela said in a very erotic tone, unbuttoned the straps of the cloak and, after waiting for it to fall, took a few steps forward, showing the young man her magnificent naked body.

Harry didn't know what to do: Hela's huge tits mesmerised the boy. Noticing where he was looking, the black-haired beauty smiled and moved even closer to the boy.

- Harry, they're all yours, you can touch them," Hela took the boy's hand and placed it on her right breast, stroking Potter's nipple with her palm.

- They're so soft," Harry whispered, unable to believe what was happening.

- But don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to pleasure yourself," Hela said, and then pressed herself tightly against the boy and kissed Harry passionately on the lips. They were not allowed to be alone for long, however. Soon the door to the boy's bedroom opened and Morgana entered the room.

- Well, well, well. I knew you'd do something like this. Haven't you been taught to share, Hela?" - The Hogwarts headmistress said loudly, drawing attention to herself. Turning around and breaking the kiss, Harry and the Goddess of Death saw a completely naked Morgana. She had managed to undress after entering the room. The sight of the two naked beauties threw Harry into a daze and a slight stupor.

- No, we didn't," said the goddess of death with a wide grin on her face. Then she laughed out loud. Taking Harry's hands, both brunettes led him to the edge of the bed and sat him down a few feet away from them.

Hela and Morgana exchanged a few glances and began to wriggle erotically in front of Harry, showing him all of their charms. As soon as the ladies turned their backs to him and started wiggling their gorgeous asses, Harry realised he couldn't hold back any longer.

- Let's flip a coin and see who comes first. Heads or tails," Morgana said as she conjured a coin.

- Come on. I pick the head.

- Good," said the sorceress and tossed the coin up.

- You lose. Tails," Morgana showed the coin to Hela with a satisfied smile on her face. She grunted and sat down in the chair, legs spread wide and ready for pleasure. Morgana erotically walked over to Harry, licked her lips vulgarly and, kneeling in front of him, took the guy's thick cock in her right hand and began to lightly work his shaft. Then she took the head in her warm mouth and began to lower it to the base of his cock and then lifted it.

Barely feeling Morgana's soft tongue on his cock, Harry moaned. Then, obeying his instincts, he grabbed the sorceress by the hair and began to thrust his pelvis forward, penetrating as deeply as he could into the black-haired beauty's warm mouth.

- 'Harry, fuck her like a whore,' Hela fondled herself and tried to encourage the boy as she watched him blow Morgana into her warm mouth. But then Hela got tired of watching and got up from her chair and positioned herself behind Morgana, burying her face into the Hogwarts headmistress' ass and vigorously licking the black-haired wizard's bosom.

After playing with Morgana's pussy, Hela soon crawled over to Harry and began fondling his balls while her friend continued to give the birthday boy a blow job. The skilful caresses of the two black-haired beauties drove Harry to a frenzy. Slightly pushing the guy and throwing him on the bed, Morgana climbed on top of him and sat on top of him, fully planting her wet pussy on his thick cock and began to ride him mercilessly.

- Oh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! It feels so good! - Morgana moaned voluptuously, wrapping her arms around the guy's torso and moving her hips vigorously in time with Harry's movements. Hela climbed onto the guy's face and sat on him with her pussy, so he had no choice but to lick the goddess of death's bosom vigorously. The two black-haired beauties moaned loudly, tugging at their breasts and wriggling slightly in pleasure. The trio, completely dissolved in lust, didn't hear the door open again and Bellatrix entered the room to drop off the gifts the guests had left for Harry. As soon as the witch cancelled the levitating charms and placed the boxes next to the wardrobe, Black saw the next picture. Her naked godson was lying on the bed, and sitting on top of him were Morgana and Hela, equally naked. The former was bouncing on Harry's cock and the latter was riding the boy's face, shouting the most vulgar words. This was a turn of events Black had not expected at all. She stared at the orgy unfolding before her, unable to take even a couple of steps.