239 Harry Potter: A passionate kiss and the end of the year.

Minerva was taking a shower when Allen entered her chambers. After a year of a friendly relationship, he had gained the privilege of such access.

It took Allen several months to get used to this version of Minerva, but ultimately, anything he had known from Harry Potter did not compare to the value of personal experience.

It's like believing Santa Claus's suit is red because that's what you've seen in all the pictures, drawings, movies, games, and even stories, only to discover one day that he wears a white suit instead.

You may have believed it your whole life, but you can't deny the reality before your eyes.

[Consequently, you decided to accept that Minerva McGonagall is not an older woman but a beautiful and sexy milf.]

'Yeah... that's it...'

[Host, what do you plan to do?]

It was undeniable that Minerva felt more than friendship towards Allen, but he did not respond the way he might have flirted in the DC or his own world.

It has nothing to do with age; otherwise, Allen wouldn't have gotten involved with Natasha or Diana.

The reason has much to do with Allen's public image as a mysterious figure and with an evil wife trying to conquer the world.

Getting involved with Minerva would complicate his life greatly. Besides, Allen isn't sure if his current feelings for her have developed into love or not yet.

Allen has several years to figure out where this relationship with her will lead. Not just with her but with many other women awaiting him.

Allen isn't dense. He's aware that despite having relationships with several women. His harem is only a small part of the women who have feelings for him.

Allen wants to be responsible and wait until he can reciprocate a woman's feelings before trying to elevate their relationship further.

Minerva stepped out of her private bath with a towel. She was nervous and hurried as today Allen would leave with her son, and she wouldn't see him for two months.

The school year at Hogwarts starts on September 1 and ends the last week of June.

The towel couldn't hide her smooth, taut skin and the curves of the beautiful woman. Traces of humidity dripped from her body onto the floor as Minerva rummaged through her drawer. Her brown hair hung wet, and her face was red and moist from the bath.

Minerva hadn't noticed Allen's presence in the room.

"Hm?~" She hastily opened a drawer with underwear, several sets of lingerie, and daring clothing. No one would imagine the demure Minerva wearing such things, but as a mature woman, she didn't need to ask anyone's opinion on what she should wear.

She waved her finger and levitated three pairs of lingerie: one red with lace, one black with attractive embroidery, and one white, less provocative than the previous two.

"Which one would Allen like best?" asked Minerva, as her emerald green eyes studied the lingerie.

"¿Qué te pasa Minerva?!" gritó la mujer, negando sus pensamientos.

Minerva blushed and shook her head at silly thoughts, then chose the black set and began to change. However, before she could remove her towel, Allen coughed.

Like any decent and sane gentleman, deep down he had a thought of wanting to see more of the beautiful woman, but that would be rude, vulgar, and taking advantage of Minerva.

Minerva froze and started to turn pale. She mechanically turned around and saw Allen standing near the doorway.

Their eyes met.

...



...

Both sat on a couch. Minerva was dressed casually, but she hadn't dried properly, and moisture seeped through the fabric, making it slightly more transparent than it should have been.

She didn't scream and attack Allen like an embarrassed girl. Despite her lack of experience in such situations and the embarrassment of being seen by a man, she had great control over her emotions.

"I'm sorry for coming at a bad time," Allen apologized, handing Minerva a small box. It was one of the pendants Allen often gave to the women close to him for protection.

Allen knew Minerva was one of the strongest witches, but he couldn't take the risk. After all, the seeds of change had already germinated into deep roots, and not even Allen could be sure of what the future held.

Minerva was stunned, looking at Allen's hand and the small black box. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say her mind nearly melted. Soon her face flushed to the point of looking like a tomato.

"I-I...!" Minerva almost bit her tongue as she spoke.

Allen was momentarily confused, then understood he had made the same mistake as with Diana.

'What would a woman think if a man she liked presented her with a small black box?! shit!'

...

After ten minutes, Minerva propped her feet up on the sofa, hiding her face between her knees, embarrassed by her thoughts that made her consider it an engagement ring.

It's not a big deal, but she can't accept this shame and humiliation. She's aware her relationship with Allen isn't romantic, which makes it worse that she even entertained the thought.

"Minerva," said Allen in a more subdued voice.

"..." She flinched...

She considered Allen a friend, but as professors, they rarely used their first names.

She looked up to find Allen smiling faintly, her maiden heart fluttering at the sight of those clear eyes.

Minerva cursed inwardly; she could be at ease with gentlemanly Allen (Artoria), but when Bad Boy Allen appeared, she couldn't even hold a decent conversation.

Allen was alone with Minerva, though Rebecca, Artoria, and 2B floated nearby; they had enough tact to know when to give Allen space. Besides, there was no stream today.

Allen glanced at the woman; a crystal drop dripped from her neck to her collarbone, whether water or sweat, it wasn't clear.

He looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath a couple of times, then his gaze hardened.

"Minerva, may I kiss you?"

Minerva's eyes widened in total surprise. She wasn't embarrassed. Allen's words were so unexpected that they didn't even feel real, so she didn't understand what he had said.

Allen had changed and continued to do so as time passed; he had made his decision.

He reached out, taking Minerva by the waist, then pulling her into his arms. Minerva opened her mouth, unsure what to say; extreme confusion showed on her face.

None of this made sense to the woman. Allen smiled and used his hand to brush the hair from her face.

"I don't know how much I like you. I don't know if there's a possibility between us, so I'd like to see if with a kiss we can connect our hearts or simply have physical attraction."

Minerva blushed, knowing she wasn't dreaming and that this moment was real, as she was in Allen's arms. She wanted to scream, push away, or even run.

The shock was so great that she forgot she was a witch and could disappear at any moment.

Seeing that she didn't escape, Allen took this as acceptance and hugged Minerva tighter as he leaned closer to her face.

"Wait-"

When she finally managed to speak, it was too late; her lips were captured by Allen's.

Warmth surged through Minerva like an electric current, numbing her body, and the pleasurable taste entering her mouth made her melt.

"Mm~ Allen~ Hmm~❤️"

Something broke, and Minerva wrapped her arms around Allen and began kissing him with passion and desperation. A tear fell on Minerva's cheek. She had a chaos of emotions that were suppressed and now exploding simultaneously.

Time passed, and the sexy witch became greedier, pressing herself against Allen as if she wanted to devour him. Allen, experienced, had no trouble controlling and accepting all her feelings.

...

After an hour of kissing and caressing, Allen held a woman against his chest. She was asleep with a red face and a satisfied expression.

They had only kissed, but it was too much for Minerva, who had lost consciousness. Yet, looking at the smile on her face, no one would believe she regretted the outcome.

...

Allen walked through the corridors on the last day of classes.

"See you next year, Professor Walker!" said a fifth-year girl before running off with her friends.

As Allen walked, a golden Snitch fluttered around him for a moment. Allen caught it and threw it to a player flying on his broom.

"Thanks... wait, is this legal?" the Ravenclaw player was confused about whether he had won the game or not.

Allen walked amidst greetings from students; all exams were over, and they awaited a long vacation before the next year began.

A seventh-year student approached. "Professor Walker, can I have a moment?"

Allen looked at the young man; in appearance, Allen even seemed younger than several seventh-year students, but it was something people preferred not to comment on.

...

"So, you'll become an Auror after all?"

The young man smiled confidently. Allen made sure to explain the risks of being an Auror and helped him refine his skills in a more practical and less theoretical manner. He still had to go through three years at the Auror Academy.

"Professor Walker, you're my goal, I hope someday I can go on a mission with you..."

"I hope so too, and that you don't get killed."

"I hope so," the young man said cheerfully before leaving.

There was a kind of satisfaction in teaching others. Even if most of the time it was Artoria who taught, Allen also developed a taste for teaching.

...

Allen bid farewell to Minerva and reverted to being a student to go to the train station, but not before saying goodbye to Hagrid.

"Don't worry, Norbert and I will be waiting for you guys."

"Shaaahh!" Norbert had grown to the size of a horse and was learning to breathe fire. Hagrid had nearly burned his house twice because of this; raising a dragon is dangerous and often costly, but Hagrid was happy, so it didn't matter.

"See you next year... let's hope there are no more Dark Lords, hahaha."

Hagrid joked, but no one laughed; rumors that Grindelwald had returned hung in the air. Voldemort was dead, but it seemed that wasn't enough to end it. Worse yet, it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide the existence of the new Dark Lord.

The Ministry was nervous; they might have to face not one but three Dark Lords.

After talking and Hagrid invited them for pumpkin pie, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Allen said their goodbyes.

This time, everyone was leaving, including Harry and Allen.

Allen looked at Hogwarts Castle for a moment; he had come to this world to obtain fragments, but he had become part of it...

Whether as the legendary Professor Walker or as Allen Jr., his life had taken root in this world, and although it seemed like much had happened, it was only the prologue that had ended.

"Move!" Pansy huffed behind Allen, who blocked her path.

He ignored her and continued looking at the castle. This embarrassed the girl and annoyed her. How dare this arrogant brat ignore her?!

After a while, Allen turned around, and Susan walked up to his side, sticking her tongue out at Pansy who was about to scold him.

"Allen!"

Susan caught up to Allen and walked beside him, while Hermione, who had waited for him while Harry and Ron went ahead, looked at her as if she knew an enemy.

Pansy was so angry she was about to explode, but a blonde girl next to her looked at her with undisguised mockery.

"You seem like a stalker..." Daphne said before walking to the train.

Pansy was stunned; since when did everyone seem to underestimate her and push her aside?

...

A portal opened in Marvel, and Allen returned discreetly to an alley. He breathed the air of this world; from his perspective, it had been almost a year since he was here.

"A year..."

It had been eleven years from the perspective of the Harry Potter world. It had been two weeks from the perspectives of the Marvel and DC worlds.

Lastly, it had been a year for him. Allen remained silent as he looked at the sunset sky. It should be around five in the afternoon.

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A/N: Allen is back at Marvel!

FBI: Hands up you degenerate!

Allen: But I didn't do anything!

FBI: Save it for the judge!

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