Second Year (a summary)

The 2nd year went and passed.

In retrospect, it was pretty boring.

I started the year by watching Harry, my only friend these days, interacting with the Weasley family of red-haired rats and taking Tom's diary from the cauldron of the youngest rat. Nothing difficult there, as she, like her other relatives (excluding the now traumatized Weasley twins) was a gold digger and sold the black book for 10 gold galleons without a second thought... considering it wasn't even her own thing, selling it showed a lot of why I'm prejudiced against this family.

See, I didn't care if someone didn't have money, I didn't have any problems with Weasley poverty, since in my past life my parents weren't the richest people. In fact, my less-than-appreciated financial situation was the reason I tried so hard academically, even though I found it so boring. I had no problem with greedy people either. See, I've been compared to a goblin myself because of my obvious greed. That means I have no qualms about doing despicable things to earn money, although I have some morals here and there, there wasn't much stopping me from using anything from lies to subterfuge and blackmail to get what I want.

But there was one thing I didn't like.

Let them try to deceive me and those close to me.

Hypocritical?

Yes, but there is a difference between me, a beautiful, noble, powerful, intelligent and virile wizard, deceiving someone and the other way around. People should thank me for deceiving them, robbing them, blackmailing them, and all that. After all I was me and the others were the others.

So if I watched the scene of Harry buying something from a girl with qualities so similar to mine earlier last year... I would have been rooting for Ginevra Weasley to leave him without his underwear for all I care, but now he was my friend and that bothered me.

That's why I cast the same sonic spell I used to force Harry to call me by name. The difference is that I used the demon audio from the German version of Emily Rose from the movie The Exorcism of Emily Rose... repeating... day after day... night after night... indefinitely.

A very cruel punishment?

I do not think. She deserved it after all…besides indefinitely meant it would last as long as my magic lasts so it wouldn't traumatize her…too much.

Whatever.

Well, Lucius and Dad Weasley still fought and Lockhart still managed to force my dark-haired friend to pose for a picture.

I had nothing against Lockhart as he was just a silly wizard with no future, but... he was the perfect prank target. I already imagined all kinds of games I would play with him this year and, well, I wasn't one to go easy on my targets...

Draco tell him since he was caught naked with a nude irritating Slytherin strapped to his back with the pee-pee touching little Malfoy's wrinkled cave... let's not even talk about the fact that I used a virility potion injected directly into Slytherin bloodstream.

The lucky one lost his virginity to a nobleman as high as Draco.

Fufufu...

Anyway, Harry returned to my family home where I used a ritual that cleansed the corrupted soul of Voldeshore who had clung to the diary and used it to strengthen the young man's soul. Of course, I split the soul into three parts and gave two of them to Aarine and Karine to strengthen their minds and souls as well. Harry didn't refuse to comment on it then.

We went to Hogwarts and, without the diary threatening the safety of the school, we had an interesting year (if you ignore the nonsensical classes and stupid rules and the maddening waste of time...har...har...count to ten and breathe background... 1... 2... 3...) full of pranks. I don't attack the Weasley twins again and they're back to business.

I must say I appreciate the Weasley twins. I don't think I would have been able to get over such trauma so quickly... Although my balls and dick were so much more aesthetically pleasing than theirs, but I would still have been embarrassed if it had been me... they just took it as an amusing prank and followed through. in front.

I must say that they became more cruel with the experience and the pranks were raised to another level.

For my part, I took aim at Lockhart because, even though I had nothing against the man, he made me waste a lot of time on his useless lessons and lack of shame in my face. Any idiot would see that his stories were fakes, but apparently I underestimated the idiocy of the inbred wizards... maybe that's the answer to their stupidity? Yes, it makes sense. Since magic prevented them from having physical deformities... so did inbreeding affect their reasoning abilities? See, the greatest wizards ever seen in the world... none of them were pureblood.

Snape... half-breed.

Dumbledore... half-breed.

Tom Riddle... half-breed.

Grindelwald... pure blood.

Okay. My grandfather wasn't mestizo, but he didn't have parents who were cousins ​​to each other so it wasn'tconsanguineous... in fact, the Grindelwald family tree had no cases of intermarriage so my theory was valid.

Although I may be a case apart as there was kinship between the Blacks and Lestranges... but it was too far away to really affect me...

Or maybe my malice is a problem arising from it?

Well I do not know.

But look... if what Dumbles really wants is to have a talented body... in those years he worked at the school, why did only Voldemort and Harry draw his attention? Didn't he have any other talented wizards to take over? Not one? Doubtful. My theory is that the old man himself realized what inbreeding did to wizards and refused to have a defective body.

It wouldn't surprise me if he had manipulated Lily into falling in love with James Potter and abandoning Severus Snape only to have a half-breed capable of being used by him.

Anyway, guesswork aside, my happiest day was when I used the funniest prank of the year at Hogwarts and it hit, Lockhart, of all the teachers.

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A long time ago, in a magic school full of idiot wizards and slightly less idiotic hot witches, there was a teacher in despair. Lockhart, Gilderoy, a writer famous for his heroic and adventure-filled tales where he starred in fights against all kinds of powerful and unspeakable magical creatures...

This same teacher was in extreme difficulties since he started teaching. On his first day, the captured Imps banded together to attack him instead of seeking trouble with the students... some even used their facial orifices to masturbate themselves.

On the second day, he ran from his class with violent stomach pains and spent hours in the bathroom only to realize that he had given birth to a golem version of himself... through the anus.

On the third day he received a letter from a fan filled with a delicious perfume that, without his noticing it, attracted all kinds of insects to his body. Fourth day, his teeth began to rot and fall out of his mouth non-stop during dinner in the great hall. On the fifth day, his hair began to dry out and turn into green spinach leaves that could be pulled out and harvested for consumption...

The worst thing was that these spells on teeth and hair were permanent and even Madame Pomfrey was not able to bring her teeth and hair back to normal...

This period of time that should have been rewarding and full of possibilities to increase your fame, was actually a trap of the devil. In the short time he had been here, rumors that the DADA teaching position had been cursed had been heard by the man and he realized it wasn't just a joke. There has never been a defense professor who lasted more than a year in office and that was unchanged from decades ago

If he knew that he would never have accepted the position.

He was seriously considering resigning that day as he walked into the great hall for dinner and sat in his usual place with stabbing pains in his ass. This morning he woke up, he noticed, with boil-like pustules all over the surface of skin that covered his buttocks.

That brought more pain and relief to the teacher... it was the catch of the day so he wouldn't be a target anymore.

Or so he thought.

...

Dinner was proceeding as usual when Lockhart was satisfied and rose to leave only to hear a disgusted gasp and laughter everywhere.

"Professor McGonnagall, what happened...?"

He asked before the woman pointed towards his back. That sent a disastrous premonition through her mind and psyche. And then he pulled on his cape and noticed that the area of ​​his robe... was transparent, allowing everyone to see his bare ass covered in blisters pouring yellowish pus...

hahahahaha

Haha ha

...

Hahahaha...

Haha ha

The laughs started to get louder and louder. The already weakened man's mind became even more. What did he do to deserve this? What? Was he cursed? Was it the curse of a professorship? He...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgh... I... I don't want it anymore!!!! LET ME GO AWAYAAAAA!!! AAAAAAH!!!! MY ASS HURT... MY TEETH!!!! MY HAIR!!!!!!! I QUIT! I QUIT!"

And so the poor teacher left, never to return, and he was missed by anyone and everyone... but not. Almost no one would miss the said whose.

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That same year, I decided that, although a basilisk was just another common beast after all the beings that inhabit my forests, meat was still meat and could be used. So, I used Harry's ability to talk to snakes and went into the Chamber in search of the basilisk... It wasn't hard to control it as I had Yulong with me all the time and then used my familiar's green flames to clean up the snake lineage and have my firstserpentine dragon with slaying eyes.

Which?! It was a new breed and is as good a name as any.

After Lockhart's escape Professor Snape replaced him temporarily and taught both classes. In my concern for the greasy one who has become a magic-loving fellow, more precisely, potions, I gave him the tip to change the name of the DADA class since only the title was cursed if the title changes, the curse will no longer be target will soon be resolved and our school will no longer be influenced by Voldyshorts' dark magic.

Anyway, thanks to my intervention in the main points of the story, nothing very interesting happened during the year, apart from the weekly visits I made to the old goat.

Oh, right. The reason for being called weekly? We talked about alchemy and transfiguration. Since the first time I was called into the principal's office, we had very fruitful discussions about both areas and I say that I gained much more from him than from the thousands of books I read. Although, I was still mad at the geezer because of his evil intentions towards my only friend, he was still a nice geezer and no different from my grandfather at all. In fact, I'd love for grandpa to marry the old man just so I can use legilimency and steal knowledge from him when he's distracted and relaxed...

Though I run the risk of seeing something traumatizing if I try to use legilimency in intimate moments between the two of them.

Ah... Harry lost his virginity at age 12... the envy I felt held me back for days. That bastard was supposed to be my friend and he still went and fucked before me? How can you? But so far, his fame allowed for such indulgences, and he was no fool not to take advantage of it. Now that I think about it, I'm also famous and very popular with women... unfortunately Aarine and Karine are a more powerful deterrent than I expected.

In fact, when Harry told about his mixed relationships in the Gryffindor house with the dozens of little witches wanting to have his kids... if I hadn't given the brat the birth control spell to kill the mini harrys still in the balls, the bastard wouldn't would run such risks. Idiot that I was.

But the girls said I could lose my virginity to them at any time and that made me stop envying my friend. I had two beautiful blondes with Veela blood willing to spread their legs for me at any moment…if that wasn't luck then I didn't know what was.

Of course, it wasn't like I was going to fuck them both anytime soon, but what counts is the intention and I had the intention of piercing their soft bodies in the future. That's Harry didn't have beautiful girls loyal to him who loved him like the Goldstein twins love me…poor him.

The bastard!

Who fucked!

Before me!

As if I would feel sorry for him for this. Shit.

Well, that was it. We were now approaching the start of 3rd year at Hogwarts and Sirius had fled Azkaban. Now I can act on another one of my plans.

Free Bellatrix.