First Impressions

Chapter 44. First Impressions

"Who thought it was a good idea to give us double Potions in the afternoons?" Iris yawned as they stepped out of the Potions Classroom, loosening her red-striped tie before taking it off. Then she undid the top button, getting comfier that the collar wasn't coiled around her neck like a noose anymore. She never liked buttoning all the way to the top, but rules were rules, and Snape barely needed any reasons to deduct points. And while she didn't care, her housemates did.

"True. Though at least it was the end and we don't have any more classes for the day. Sweet, sweet freedom. I can almost taste it." Tracey piped up dramatically, following Iris' example and taking off her own green tie.

"I hope you did pay attention instead of just praying for the class' end. Because today's theory is very important for tomorrow's class." Hermione butted in with a reproaching frown, resisting the peer pressure as the whole group took off their ties and untucked their white shirts to get cosy.

"Nope. But it's fine. I have Harry as a partner. He'll do all my work and stop me from making a mess." smirked Iris, throwing her arm around her brother's neck and bumping into his side.

She squealed as he suddenly picked her up and placed her on his back, prompting her to cross her legs around his stomach, his hands came up to grasp her hips while her hands hooked around his neck from behind. Their friends were so used to their antics that they didn't even bat an eye as Iris giggled and perched her chin over his shoulder.

"And I have Daphne." Tracey added nonchalantly. "She is brilliant enough for both of us."

Hermione sighed at their response. "Why do I even try?"

"To be honest, it's quite difficult to focus when Snape is staring at us apathetically and droning on and on in his monotonous voice. He can give Professor Binns a run for his money. And that's on a good day. On the bad ones, he glowers at us as if we had given him some great offence." Neville answered mulishly, having had the pleasure of listening to his patronising insults all the time during his first year. It wasn't his damn fault that Seamus was prone to creating explosive potions.

Thankfully, he changed partners in his second year. Hermione was easily one of the best students in their class. And a damn good partner even if a bit bossy sometimes.

"That right there is the absolute truth," said Harry, not reacting as his sister blew in his ear. As if her boobs squashed against his back wasn't enough. "Anything to add, Daphne? You're quiet as usual."

"No. I don't want to participate in this whining contest." The blonde rolled her eyes as she heard the same complaints about their professor again. She didn't know how long they would keep on repeating it over and over. Severus Snape equals a bad professor. Fine? Fine. Now move on. There was no need to debate over an already resolved issue.

"Now now, not everyone can have your brilliant mind, Daphne. Be a little more considerate to lowly humans." He grinned, cutting off his friends' protests who wanted to whine that they hadn't been whining.

"Says the one who is even more skilled than me." She grumbled, not exactly happy that she was overshadowed by him in her favourite subject. Seriously, he was good at everything. Which was quite annoying. That it was due to his extraordinary gamer abilities, was the only thing that placated her wounded pride.

"That's different. You shouldn't compare yourself to me. It's a losing battle. If these are lowly humans to you, then I'm your god." He said only half-jokingly.

Daphne didn't refute that. Couldn't refute that.

"Right. Don't get a big head, Mr. Hogwarts Prodigy, or it will burst and leave you brainless." Tracey bumped her hip against his as they walked side by side, her brown eyes twinkling in mirth as Iris blew her a raspberry from his back.

"I'm only being truthful." He smirked, wincing when Iris tugged his hair, signalling him to stop tooting his own horn.

"Boast now as much as you like, Harry. But one day I'll take the number one spot from you." Hermione announced confidently. And he didn't have the heart to make fun of her, to tell her that it was impossible. So, he just shook his head exasperatedly, knowing that that day would never come.

He raised his eyebrows in intrigue as he saw other students hurrying out of the hallway. Harry and his group moved along to one wall so as not to get carried away by the excited crowd. There seemed to be quite a rush in leaving the dungeons. He didn't know why.

"I guess the other schools are finally here. It is October 25, the scheduled day of their arrival." Hermione told them after seeing their confused looks.

And now it made sense. Today was the day the other two schools would join them at the castle for the upcoming Inter School Team Competition.

Harry and Daphne shared a glance, both eager to meet their counterparts, to see with whom they would form a team or compete against in the tournament that would span throughout the year.

"You folks go ahead. Iris and I have something to take care of in the meanwhile." He said even though he wanted to go out and gawk at the foreigners. But the way Iris was being openly affectionate, well, too openly affectionate as she squeezed his waist with her legs and rubbed her face on the nape of his neck, he understood the blatant signal that she was in the mood and wanted private time. And for him, nothing would be more fun or urgent than that. Why the fuck should he care that people from other countries were just outside the castle when he was going to have fun times with his sexy adorable sister?

"If you're sure." Daphne shrugged and shot him a knowing look before herding their friends away.

He freaking loved Daphne.

He really did and was immensely grateful for how understanding she was in this regard. He wasn't even frustrated with how their relationship was progressing at a snail's pace. Then again, he might feel that it was slow because of how all his previous relationships had been so fast. His mum, Iris, and aunt Proserpina, all had jumped right into his bed, giving him skewed expectations of how a relationship should grow. But he was still patient enough to understand that this pace with his childhood friend was for the best.

Unlike Iris, Daphne didn't have artificial growth due to a perk. It was better to take it slow with her than risk making her distressed. And it wasn't like she was some prude and restricted him too much. They still kissed. They still touched each other through their clothes in a not-so-innocent manner. But that was the extent of their physical relationship. And he was fine with it. He would let her lead in this, and wait until she was comfortable enough to advance further.

"Let's go, Harry." Iris whispered huskily, drawing him out of his thoughts. She resisted the urge to bite his ear as her nose pressed into the side of his warm neck, as she drowned her senses in his pleasant scent.

Giving his sister's hips a squeeze to tell her to behave and not get too raunchy in public, he moved away from the crowd and chose an empty corridor from where he teleported to the seventh floor.

In the Room of Requirement, he dumped Iris into the lavish bed, causing her to giggle as she lay sprawled on her back, squirming expectantly.

Crawling into the bed, he hovered over his horny sister, his hands and knees on either side of her, his face looming over hers. There was heat and electricity rampant between the space of their bodies, churning in anticipation of their sacred mergence. His lips curved up in amusement as he saw the lust in her hazy green eyes.

A tingle of shock shot up their spines as he gently met her lips with his, kissing her slowly, savouring the texture of her wet pink lips. He lost his hand in her silky hair and took off her scrunchie, unfastening her beautiful red hair and allowing it to spill around her head, to frame her gorgeous face.

His lovely sister whined in dissatisfaction when he broke off their sweet kiss and stared at her heaving chest, at the trail of drool down her chin. At her tempting lips. With her eyes shining, she puffed up her chest proudly. Her white shirt stretched where her breasts were hidden underneath.

She let out a groan when he sat down over her stomach, and didn't resist when his fingers went through her buttons, undoing them roughly.

He pushed apart her shirt when it was entirely unbuttoned, baring her torso, her shoulders, and her smooth tummy. Her tits were still covered by a white bra, concealing the coveted flesh within. It wasn't anything fancy and was quite plain, but adorning her chest, it seemed like the most alluring piece of garment.

She shuddered as he cupped her through the bra and gave a hungry squeeze, his fingers sinking into the white expanse of the bra cups. Giving a couple of more squeezes, he decided he wanted to touch her soft bare skin. Pushing his hands underneath her back, he rolled them over. So, now he was on his back and she was on top.

"Lose the shirt and the bra." He commanded impatiently, and she followed the order wholeheartedly, straddling his waist topless. His gulp was audible as her boobs swayed before him enticingly, calling to his baser instincts, tantalising him, his cock throbbing in excitement beneath his plain black trousers, under the weight and the volume of her butt.

She giggled at his awed look and took his hands tenderly, placing them on her large breasts, his fingers splaying to encompass them within his grasp. Then she leaned forward, grounding her delectable round arse on his groin. He moaned her name and squeezed her voluptuous tits, his thumbs digging into her areolas and poking her stiff nipples.

Gasping, she cupped his face and let her brother play with her abundant tits while she rubbed her core over his and captured his mouth in a wanton kiss, where their lips and tongues met in a frenzy of needful lust, slobbering and biting, sucking and blowing until it was impossible to distinguish whose saliva was in whose mouth.

When she pulled back, she didn't delay anymore and undid his trouser before unzipping it and taking it off along with his underwear. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, running her palms over his muscular form, groping him, and leaving him entirely naked. As she removed her knickers, he stopped her from doing the same to her black school skirt.

"Keep the skirt." He said, leering at her while she undressed, his fingers wrapped around his hard shaft while his eyes drank in the sight of her erotic nude body. She smirked at his attention and got onto the bed, approaching him on her hands and knees. Knowing how he wanted to proceed, she moved to his side and slapped his hand away, taking his cock in her own. Fondling it softly until it was raring to go, she stood up on her knees and threw one leg over his body, kneeling above his erection, her skirt hiding their sexual organs.

It was a new kink her brother acquired, where their joined sexes were hidden under her skirt.

Grabbing his cock, she eased it into her pussy which had been already shaped by it. It wasn't a surprise that it went inside on the first try, considering how frequently they had sex with one another.

Sitting down on his crotch, her nether lips swallowed him whole, resting him inside where it was snuggled by the warm embrace of her inner walls. But Harry could only feel it, and not see how he had pierced his sister's womanhood since it was concealed by the black skirt.

Shifting a little, he sat up, propping his back against the pillows and the headboard.

"Harry!" She cried out his name as the change of position stirred her insides and touched the places where it hadn't before. Circling his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer and kissed her again, and began moving.

Iris moaned, keeping her mouth open and her pink tongue half out as he plundered it shamelessly while her mind was preoccupied with the sensation between her legs. She pressed her face in the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent while he slowly fucked her and stretched her inner muscles.

His hands sneaked underneath her skirt and his fingers spread over her bare plump arse. Using her butt as a handhold, he thrust into her languidly, taking this opportunity to feel the kiss of her pussy on every inch of his length.

His sister was warm. No, warm wasn't a strong enough word. Hot. She was incredibly hot. Uncomprehendingly hot and wet. And he felt all of it as he pistoned into the hotness, as she clung onto him and moved her bottom.

"Harry!" She clamped around him and screamed his name, biting his neck to stifle her pleasured shrieks as the slow languid movements gently pulled the climax out of her core, causing every cell to sing in exhilaration. Slumping against him, she fondly kissed the love bite that she left on his neck while he trembled and spent inside her, filling her up with his warm sizzling semen. It was great how easy and potent magical contraceptives were. Or else her brother would have left her pregnant by now with his penchant for releasing inside her.

But even though they were done, they didn't move away, not minding how their sexes were still joined, how his seeds were locked inside her, how her inner chamber clenched and unclenched in ecstasy.

It was only a matter of seconds before his pulsating member hardened, and he pushed her down on her back, taking the missionary position and fucking her once again while he latched onto her mouth and kissed her possessively.

It was her burning lust that brought them here. But it would be his satisfaction that would allow them to leave. Or so he thought.

~xXxXx~

Eos was resplendent in a black sleeveless gown, her dark hair coiffed in a classy bun at the back of her head, leaving her pale neck bare for others' viewing pleasure.

Her dress was silk, snugly wrapped around her body, her attire treading a fine line between sultry and conservative, exposing just a hint of cleavage but accentuating and showing off her large bust. Unlike the top, her skirt was loose and flowy as it gathered around her ankles. And to finish the image, she wore a frivolous smile, that would hardly reveal how deadly she actually was.

Sitting beside her in the flying carriage was her protégé, Fleur Delacour, the prettiest of Beauxbatons. Or the most beautiful thing in the world, a title given to her by the flirty teacher. Which the Veela never acknowledged.

Where Eos was garbed in all black, the sixteen-year-old girl was dressed in all white. Where Eos liked flaunting her otherworldly body, the silver-haired girl was the exact opposite, doing her best not to show off her extraordinary beauty.

Fleur was proud of her heritage that bestowed her with these divine looks, but she didn't think it was necessary to be boastful of something that she hadn't earned but was born with.

Eos had been trying to change this attitude and make the girl more similar to her, but all her effort had been in vain. Fleur was stubborn in that way, which was both endearing and annoying.

They were sitting, along with all the other students and headmistress Maxime, in the common room of the flying carriage, preparing to exit as it descended slowly.

The common room was big enough to contain fifty students, and currently, there were only ten, the ones who got selected by the school to board this carriage and fly to Hogwarts. Other than them, Headmistress Maxime and Eos Blanc were present too. And a couple of house elves who were brought to keep the carriage neat and tidy.

Although it was a carriage in only name. It should be better described as a house on wheels.

The long narrow hallway leading out of the common room and further into the carriage was surrounded by numerous rooms on either side. There were personal bedrooms for each student attached to an en suite. Then there were also classrooms, a few smaller common rooms, and a library.

All in all, the Beauxbatons Academy had prepared a comfortable space for the students who were leaving for the tournament. They wouldn't have to worry about where they would stay while abroad.

Presently, the carriage glided down gracefully and landed on the Hogwarts ground. The headmistress lectured all the students to behave properly and not bring shame to their homeland. She even gave Madam Blanc a warning glare, which did not go unnoticed by Fleur who couldn't help but smirk at her mentor's sheepish look.

Usually, Maxime wouldn't have brought Madam Blanc to Hogwarts, but there had been bad rumours about the new teacher circulating throughout the academy in France, and as much as she wanted to trust her and believe that she wasn't as promiscuous as the rumours stated, she couldn't leave her behind unsupervised. So, here she was, the new teacher barely lasting a couple of months before she had to be whisked away.

Maxime would have just fired her by now if Madam Blanc wasn't such a savant and a brilliant professor. She had never come across such a talented individual in her entire lifetime. And didn't think she ever would. So, not to lose such a valuable asset, she had to put up with some of her eccentricities.

Giving them all a once over to see that they were presentable, she nodded and touched the door.

The door to the carriage snapped open and the giant headmistress stepped out first to see a large crowd had gathered to welcome them.

She smiled politely as Dumbledore navigated through the crowd and stopped before her, taking her hand and kissing it. Behind her, Fleur and Madam Blanc followed her out of the carriage, leading her students. Maxime was proud that they didn't start gasping and gawking around like their uncouth British counterparts who were already staring at Fleur and Eos unashamedly. Hiding a minor frown, she followed Dumbledore as he took them towards the castle, her students trailing behind her.

"Madam, why are you glaring at Headmaster Dumbledore?" Fleur whispered to her mentor, easily ignoring the admiring looks shot at her by the foreign students. A part of her was curious to know how many of them would still stand on their legs if she flared her allure, to see how many of them were strong or worthy enough.

"I'm not glaring at Dumbledore." Eos replied, wiping the angered look from her face and regaining her carefree smile. She smiled coyly at the Hogwarts students and waved playfully, wanting to giggle as they blushed and turned their gazes away.

How amusing.

"Don't do that! You're already in trouble for bedding students at Beauxbatons. Don't cause trouble at Hogwarts too. I don't think Madam Maxime would be able to save you here." Fleur hissed, and glared at her, still not comprehending why Eos Blanc was such an unapologetic nymphomaniac. Her mentor was powerful, too powerful. Beautiful, divinely beautiful. And yet her behaviour left much to be desired. She wouldn't lie that it didn't affect her teacher's image in her mind. Because it did. Fleur didn't respect her as much as she would have liked to.

Only if Madam Blanc was more… restrained, then Fleur would have named her the best professor at Beauxbatons. The perfect witch to ever exist.

"Oh, my sweet little Fleur, is that concern I hear in your voice?" smirked Eos, taking her arm and interlacing her fingers with hers.

Fleur scoffed but let Eos hold her hand. "No, I just don't want to deal with the aftermath if you get caught fucking someone you shouldn't. I still have a lot to learn from you, and it'd be disappointing if you are banished away for your licentious behaviour."

"I'll be careful, dear."

"You'd have assured me if you had said, 'I won't fuck children'." She grumbled.

"Now that's just a lie. I don't touch boys who are below fifteen." Eos said haughtily.

Fleur's scowl was her only answer. Turning her attention to her surroundings so as not to look at her irritating professor, she confessed that the Hogwarts castle was beautiful in an old-fashioned way. The grey walls, and the armour suits, they all represented a rich history. Which she was eager to learn. It wasn't just combat magic that she craved, Fleur loved all types of knowledge. And history was one of her favourites.

Eos, in the meanwhile, sported a nostalgic smile as she walked through the familiar hallways. Although she had never attended Hogwarts herself, she still had memories of her male counterpart who once called this castle his first home. And though she had mixed feelings for her dead husband, she agreed with him in this instance.

Hogwarts was beautiful and homely. It was like returning home after decades of banishment.

In the Great Hall, students were already there, called by their heads of the houses to attend the gathering compulsorily.

Fleur led their group to the Ravenclaw table and they stood there until Dumbledore had shown headmistress Maxime and Madam Blanc their seats at the head table. And only after those two sat that the Beauxbatons students allowed themselves to plop down on the bench.

Minutes later, Professor McGonagall brought the delegation from Durmstrang into the Great Hall.

Unlike the French, who seemed beautiful and elegant in a softer feminine way, who emitted haughty confidence and radiance, the students from Durmstrang had some rigidity about them, a sort of hardness in their features that screamed true and dependable.

Dumbledore hurried down from the podium and shook headmaster Aleksander's hand, both smiling at one other as if they were old friends. Which they actually were, having fought in the war against Grindelwald.

Once the students from Durmstrang were seated at the Slytherin table, Dumbledore stood before the podium and surveyed the Great Hall with twinkling eyes as people of different countries and ethnicities were sitting and talking together like one big family. Of course, there was some awkwardness in the air as they began the conversations, but it melted away once they realised how similar they were.

"Good afternoon, students…" Dumbledore started and gave a lengthy speech about unity in diversity and all that.

And while not everyone welcomed the long time-consuming speech, they still kept their gaze firmly on the wizened wizard.

That was the reason why most didn't notice Harry and Iris hurrying into the Great Hall. The twins slid onto the bench at Gryffindor table, grinning bashfully under Hermione's fiery glare. Thankfully, Dumbledore continued with his speech, not calling them out for their tardiness.

Fleur was one of the few who stopped paying attention to the headmaster and stared at the Potters, and she was a little awed to see someone so beautiful as the twins. They were mesmerising and so pleasing to look at, like ethereal incandescent angels. She wasn't vain enough to think that normal witches or wizards couldn't be as beautiful as her species, but it was still a rare thing to see. And it was strange how since the last couple of months, she had come across three people good-looking enough to rival or surpass Veelas.

Her gaze on the male Potter would be the only thing that would give her clues to realise the reason for her sudden blackout. Because that was what happened. As she stared at the boy with growing interest, a sudden flare of power washed over the entire hall. And then she lost consciousness and slumped headfirst on the table.

Along with every other student and professor.

Only four people were left conscious.

~xXxXx~

It was only half an hour since the Potter twins sneaked into the Room of Requirement to satisfy Iris' lust, ignoring the excitement that had enveloped the masses at the arrival of the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Where everyone had run out of the castle to just get a glimpse of them, the twins had done the opposite, finding the secret room to take advantage of the distraction.

"All students, come to the Great Hall. I repeat, report to the Great Hall. It is mandatory."

"Coming!" Harry moaned, squeezing his sister's plump thighs, turning a deaf ear to the important announcement that echoed in the entire castle loudly.

Iris, who was barely conscious at this point with her legs spread wide open, just grunted as he thrust into her and filled her up, spurts of semen colouring her womb white. Then he fell on top of her, his hands finding their way to her boobs where they dug into the soft flesh. He captured her lower lip in his mouth and nibbled on it.

She sluggishly ran her palms over his warm back, hugging him tight with his cock still inside her. Closing her eyes, she kissed him back.

"I want to sleep." She grumbled softly when he moved his head away, allowing her to speak now that his lips weren't attached to hers anymore.

Harry smiled fondly, pulling out his semi-hard cock, leaving a trail of jizz down her hip, and settled comfortably beside her. "Can't do. We have to go to the Great Hall."

She whined and embraced him, throwing her arms and leg over his body, and cuddling into his side with her face rubbing onto his chest. "Don't wanna."

"Believe me, if I have to choose between lazing in the bed with you and going down into the Great Hall, I'll always choose this." He chuckled, getting off the bed and casting cleaning charms on her and himself.

Even then, Iris didn't move and just remained in the bed entirely naked. "Hey! Come back and cuddle with me." She pouted, opening her arms invitingly.

But Harry was already putting on his uniform. Once he was done, he leaned over his sister and placed a kiss on her head, caressing her beautiful face. "If you don't want detention then stop being lazy and dress. And be quick. We don't have much time."

Iris groused annoyedly and sat up, crawling to the foot of the bed where her shirt and bra were scattered. The mattress underneath her was so soft that she wanted to lie and do nothing else.

Knowing that her brother was watching her, she decided to give him a show and spread her knees and bent more than it was necessary, sticking her pert arse towards him and shaking it innocently while 'searching' for her clothes.

She yelped when he slapped her buttock, making them jiggle slightly.

"Harry! Not now." She yelled over her shoulder, though her smirk was proof enough of her devious plan. What if she seduced him to have sex again? Then she wouldn't have to leave the bed and go all the way to the Great Hall.

"Don't tempt me, Iris. We'll both get detention otherwise." Harry said amusedly, placing his palms over her arse, squeezing her curvy butt cheeks before dragging his hand to her sensitive nether lips.

She shivered and her knees couldn't hold up her weight anymore as she tumbled down on her stomach.

"Oi, stop molesting my fanny if you want me to get ready in time." She complained half-heartedly and would really have cheered if he mounted her from behind and fucked her again. But for once, Harry kept himself in control and signalled her to hurry up.

Shooting him a dirty look, realising that she really would have to leave the bed, she climbed off it and put on her clothes, unable to hide her pleased smirk as Harry obsessively watched her every small action, from sliding up her knickers to clasping her bra, from pulling up her skirt to buttoning her shirt.

Tying her hair in a quick ponytail after wearing shoes and socks, and her accursed tie, she was ready to go. Checking herself in the mirror conjured by the Room, she gave herself a nod. She wasn't looking like she had been riding a dick anymore. "Let's go."

Harry returned her nod and took her hand, also taking the opportunity to place one last peck on her mouth before teleporting to an isolated corridor.

Then the twins jogged towards the Great Hall. And they understood how late they were when they didn't see a single student in the corridor. Meaning, everyone must be already in the Great Hall. They could seriously get in trouble for this. Harry hadn't really meant to prolong the quickie, but his sister was just so warm and soft that he hadn't been able to stop his desire to keep fucking her once he began.

They quickly found their place at the Gryffindor table and grinned sheepishly at Hermione who seemed ready to deliver a lecture. If they had chanced a look at the Slytherin table, then they would have also found a half-annoyed and half-exasperated pair of blue eyes.

Tuning in to the headmaster's speech, the twins found their gazes on the head table.

At first, Harry didn't find anything odd. Well, there was a giant woman beside an impossibly good-looking woman. But that was it. They must be either from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang. He didn't know which. He wasn't present at their introductions, having been busy drilling into his sister.

As his eyes stuck on the face of the impossibly beautiful woman, he froze. As if sensing his gaze, she looked at him coquettishly, giving him a seductive smile.

But sex was the last thing on his mind as he stared at the abomination. At the physical form of Horcruxes.

He knew her.

She was Voldemort.

The female counterpart of the Dark Lord. The last remaining soul of his archenemy. So astonished was he to find her here that he didn't even use [Observe] and his instincts took control.

He would curse himself for the mishap in the future since it didn't seem she had known him. Since it didn't seem she had been aware that he was aware of her true identity. This one mistake would cost him so many headaches. It would cost him his obscurity and place him in Eos' spotlight.

He could have hidden his shock. He could have made an elaborate plan to take care of her. But at that moment, his finely honed instincts kicked in and he could do nothing else as the power flooded the Great Hall. It was fight or flight moment and his body reacted by itself.

Like a tsunami, it hit and took everything away. His body glowed with power incomprehensible to mortals. And his green eyes shone maliciously, an aura of violence pervaded the entire castle, the very matter shaking from the transcending pressure.

It didn't even take a second for him to equip his sword and turn on all his combat skills. And once he unleashed his full power, the weak couldn't handle the strain and lost consciousness.

Thump! Clatter!

Everyone blacked out instantly and fell face-first ahead. Either on the table or on the podium in Dumbledore's case. It was as if a switch had been turned off and everyone shut down.

Only Iris, Daphne, and Voldemort were able to remain conscious. And even then his sister and his best friend couldn't move an inch and remained still as if paralysed.

But his attention wasn't on them. No, his eyes were only for his enemy. Whom he could only defeat if he went full out.

He wouldn't hold back, he vowed. Now there was no turning back since he had shown his hand.

A second. That was all the time it took him to enable his skills and teleport directly before her, on the head table above her. The other professors lay there including his beloved aunt Alice. But he ignored them.

His Black Sword was an arc of death, knowing it was going to snuff out a life, as it carved through the air, the very particles trembling, and stopped just an inch away from her neck. Even though it didn't touch her skin, the power of his swing blew a deadly gust of force at her face. If it was anyone else, they would have died. But she was strong, arguably the strongest mage in existence. She remained frozen as her styled black hair burst out of the bun and tried to escape, fluttering frantically.

"Voldemort. Why are you here?" He questioned coldly, barely able to stop himself from decapitating her. His sense of justice stayed his hand from executing her until he was fully assured that it was the right thing to do. She was at his mercy. If she lied, then she was going to die. She was powerful but not powerful enough to escape him while he was holding the Black Sword.

Eos' already pale complexion turned even paler as if possible, as she looked at the boy who had her life in his hand. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to destroy him. But all she could utter was, "I'm not Voldemort, you witless fool. I am Eos Blanc."

Harry stared at her dubiously and used his [Observe] Perk.

Name: Eos Blanc/Voldemort

Race: Artificial Human

Class: Divine Mage

Lvl: 10,000 (max)

HP: 500,000

MP: 1,000,000

Affection: -10

Obedience: 0

Thoughts: Fear, Anger

He couldn't understand it.

The perk showed her as both Eos Blanc and Voldemort. What the fuck did that mean?

And what was this artificial human?

Maybe it was termed like that because her body was artificially created by the Creator when he had pulled out the corrupted parts of Voldemort's soul and given it a body.

But the main question was should he kill her or not?

She didn't particularly look threatening as she tried not to tremble before him. And he wasn't aware if she had done anything nefarious since she ran away from the Creator's castle after killing her husband.

His heart beat faster as he considered whether to kill her or spare her. A part of him wanted to just kill her and be done with the quest. But he had learned long ago that his quests didn't always lead to morally right decisions.

Fuck it. He would need to interrogate her before deciding her fate.

"I'll go back to my table. Then I'll break Hogwarts' ancient wards. I'll act like I passed out too. You'll do the same and act like you lost consciousness. Everyone will blame the wards for their blackouts. And you'll not tell them the truth. Once Dumbledore is done with the speech and the announcements, we'll have a meeting. Don't do anything rash. And please don't run away. Because I've seen you. Now, I know your name. And not a single corner in this world will be able to hide you from me. Got it?"

"Got it." She uttered coldly, aware that she couldn't beat him. She was really regretting coming back to Britain. She always knew it was a fucking godforsaken place. How she hoped to turn back time and never set foot here again. But there was no use crying over spilled milk.

Harry nodded and teleported back to his seat and snapped his fingers, shattering the thousand-year-old wards as if they were nothing.

Loud crackling surrounded the castle, and for the first time in a thousand years, Hogwarts was vulnerable to outside attack.

Harry and Eos laid down their heads on the table and closed their eyes.

Iris and Daphne did the same, quivering as his raw power showed them how small they were, as it took away the illusion of a kind playful Harry and showed them a glimpse of the future god.

Then Harry disabled his skills and stored his sword back in his Inventory.

And the pressure was no more.