Rule34Economy 3 - Harry Potter 2
Shop. Diagon Alley.
Since I'd be spending so much time at the school for the next nine months and some weeks it seemed wise to investigate now what I would buy at Xmas with my wages so that I didn't spend too much time shopping later on. My group and I would have wait until we got to that season before we had enough gold to buy what we needed as far we'd not come up with any ways of making more money aside from doing our jobs.
At least not in any ways that were worth the risk. Lara had some ideas about doing some freelance tomb raiding, however, such things were done in teams in this world as undoing curses on ancient temples and the like was very dangerous work, and it was best done by people who could check each other's work.
Isabela had suggested stealing from the rich purebloods, and while this was very tempting as the inbred bluebloods offended me, I didn't want to risk my job and failing the objective, or end with the pirate babe in jail as that would really suck for her what with those horrid demonic soul-sucking Dementor creatures that the wand-wavers used as prison guards.
But we didn't need to worry too much about the shopping, as long we kept our expenses low and pooled our wages then we should be able to buy everything we needed before the end of the school year. It was just that before we started buying things for future levels, some of which might last years or merely months, we needed an easy way of carrying lots of things around.
The best way to do this was to make use of the Extension Charm (Capacious extremis) this was a charm that expanded the internal dimensions of an object without affecting the external dimensions, enhancing its holding capacity, and rendering its contents lighter. This charm was advanced magic and heavily controlled by the Ministry due to how it risked exposing the existence of magic should a muggle find a space that had been expanded by the powerful charm.
Because the Extension Charms were advanced magic and subject to strict Ministry of Magic control, there was a law in place that Extension Charms were not to be cast for private use out of the home, and outside of the home, they were only used for the production of objects. These objects had been individually approved for manufacture by the relevant Ministry Department.
Hogwarts school trunks (like the majority of wizarding luggage) were sometimes sold with these charms cast upon them. Family tents were also infused with this charm, in order to make them more comfortable while keeping them normal looking on the outside. The official cars used by the Ministry were also fitted with these charms as standard issue.
In this world, it was possible to buy woman's handbags and pouches meant for men that had this charm placed on them. This allowed a person to carry quite a lot on their person without weighing themselves down. Much like the pouches of holding you get in video games that allow the player's characters to carry whole suits of armour on their person without any plenty, at least within certain limits.
"While useful I find many of these handbags to be rather garish" commented T'Pol.
Upon hearing this the owner of the store came over to speak with T'pol and I.
"If Madam wishes we can have a special bag tailor-made for your tastes" he offered.
This turned out to be rather good for us as not only could we get some bags made to appear the way we wanted that were much larger on the inside that made carrying things easier, they could also have other spells cast upon them that prevented anyone other than the owner from being able to access what was inside the bag as long as it remained intact.
"How long would they take to make," I asked on behalf of the group I lead.
The cost would be high so I hoped that we wouldn't be expected to pay any time soon.
"Just before Christmas," said the store owner.
Yes, that would work out nicely for us.
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Flat. Diagon Alley.
Merrill made her way out of her bedroom and headed over the bedroom of Gothic, letting her light feet and the cover of darkness mask her movements. Not that there was much darkness as she would have wanted as unlike Lowtown in Kirkwall or the Dalish camps, the night wasn't really that dark here.
Street lamps powered by magic rather than muggle means cast dim light even thought the closed curtains. That combined with Merril's keen elven eyes let her see everything, and she felt exposed because she could also be seen. Not that she should be bothered if she was seen by her fellow waifu as they too would visit Gothic's room for sex. It was just that Merril was more new to this than any of them.
Merrill quietly entered the bedroom and saw Gothic sitting at his desk. No doubt he was writing out a lesson plan for his job at the school. Merril also had a job in this world, she tended to the gardens of a few wealthy magical families and she was able to make them flourish in ways no human ever could, but right her work was the furthest thing from her mind.
As Merril closed the bedroom door behind her, Gothic's quill stopped moving and he turned in his chair so as to face her. When he smiled at her the elf woman felt her cheeks heat up, he knew why she was here.
"Ma vhenan," she said, doing her best to fight her nerves "Let me please you in bed".
So far they'd not done anything as Gothic had been busy, and the other waifu had tempted Gothic to their rooms with promises of carnal pleasure. Merrill didn't know how she was going to compete with the other waifu, who clearly knew a lot more about sex than she did, but that wouldn't stop her from trying to please Gothic.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked.
Merril knew she existed to serve this man, and while that had taken a little time to get used to, she understood that she belonged to him, and should do whatever he wanted.
"Yes. I'm sure" she replied, "About this, anyway".
Merril let her nightgown, the only thing she'd been wearing having gone barefoot from one room to the other, drop to the ground, and then she moved over to Gothic. Their lips soon met. He was a good kisser the elf soon discovered, not that Merrill had any experience with kissing. She enjoyed his firmness, the way his hands held onto her, she felt small, delicate and yet safe when in his arms.
"Will you do nasty things to me?" the elf requested "Just like you do with Isabela".
She wasn't that naive about such things, as such she was somewhat prepared for when Gothic began to explore her body. He knew all the right places to touch and when to touch them. Merrill had never felt this good before, not that she'd felt much at all until now as while she had years worth of memories in her head she'd not existed until recently.
Merrill's flesh was hairless from neck to toe, elves were different than humans in that way, and Merrill became very aware of this as his hands moved to touch all of her pale, milky flesh. He didn't pay all of the parts of her body as much attention as she would have liked, and he seemed to really like the feel of her bum. He cupped her buttocks, and he sank his fingers hard into her nubile flesh. Then he reared back his hand and brought it down hard on the right cheek of her arse, swatting her bum with a loud and sharp crack!
"Not so hard," Merrill requested before realising what she'd said, "I mean, please don't strike me that hard, Ma vhenan".
He struck her backside just as he did with Isabela, who had told her all about the experience, going into great detail, and she was glad that the following blows were much softer, she wanted to please him, but she wanted to enjoy pleasing him as well. She dearly hoped that as she became more used to this sort of thing he'd be able to slap her bum more and she wouldn't be so bothered by it.
Gothic gave Merrill's perky breasts a few gentle slaps, making them jiggle and bounce as best he could, and this wasn't much given their limited size. Then he tormented her nipples for a while by pinching and twisting them, even that felt good once the shock wore off. Isabela had also warned her friend, or at least they remembered being friends, about the sort of things men liked to do women, and this wasn't actually as bad as some of the stories she'd heard.
When he'd had his fill of fun with her breasts, he moved on to something lower. Any thoughts of discomfort totally vanished as Gothic slipped a finger between the lips of Merrill's hairless slit and she had to hold on her master so as to stop herself from dropping to the ground. He then slipped the finger a bit further between her lips, and she loved it, she began to ride the single finger, her virgin pussy was so tight that even this lone digit was something she could ride.
When his hands moved away from her cunt the elf girl almost cried out in dismay, but they weren't idle for long as they unfastened his belt and dropped his trousers along with his underwear. Because of that, his erect cock sprang free, and Merrill's eyes were drawn to it.
"Make me feel good" Gothic commanded her
Merrill put a hesitant hand to his shaft, she'd delayed only for a moment out of nerves rather than because she'd wanted to disobey him. She soon began to give him what humans would call a 'handjob' and while she wasn't rather good at it she did have small and delicate hands that felt good.
"Gothic will you please fuck me" Merrill requested, with a bluntness that was very bold of her "I want you to take my virginity".
Gothic grabbed Merrill and laid her down onto her back across his desk and in order to have made room he'd had to push away an empty mug and parchments. Merrill found herself even further aroused by how helpless she felt at this time. She couldn't have resisted him right now, not without using her magic.
The elf watched as Gothic pulled his t-shirt over his head and threw it aside, letting Merrill see what good shape he was in thanks to a perk. Then he put his hands to her thighs and pushed her legs open so that she was fully exposed to him. She felt embarrassed, but the elf woman did nothing to stop Gothic from doing whatever he wanted to her and he could see her most private parts much as she liked. At least it was somewhat dark in here as there was only a small lamp on the desk to provide light with just a little coming in through the bedroom's curtain covered window.
There was a rather sharp pain inside her when he forced his thick cock into her tight cunt, and an even greater pain followed soon after that as her maidenhood was broken, she called out and her eyes began to water up as if she might start to cry as he pushed the whole of his cock into her as far as it would go.
She was tight like a velvet vice despite the blood, and as he slowly began to fuck her and Merrill knew that she was bleeding down there, yet she wanted Gothic to have this part of her, and thankfully the pain didn't last, it became bearable, and after a while, the sex even began to start feeling good.
Soon Gothic was plunging hard and fast into her, rocking Merrill's small body with many hard thrusts into her freshly-deflowered cunt, and while she would sore for some time to come, the elf woman found that she didn't mind getting fucked this way. It felt good to serve Gothic, her master, even if she never called him that. Perhaps he would want her to call him that?
"Oh yes!" she yelled, "Fuck me!".
By this point, she didn't care if the whole alley heard her, she wanted to be fucked, even more, than she already was, to feel Gothic's manhood filling her eager cunt. She wanted him to cum inside her, so she could feel his seed within her pussy.
Then he did cum inside her, and it felt great, the pace of the fucking had become frantic just before he'd finished, and afterwards, Merrill was quite sure that she'd not be able to make even to Gothic's bed so that she could lie down. Thankfully when he was done he carried her to his bed and then tucked her into it, which was really quite tender of him.
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The Great Hall. Hogwarts School.
"Fillus, I have no idea how you can drink that stuff," I commented as the Charms teacher sipped his pumpkin juice-filled goblet "It's vile".
The half-human put his goblet down and smiled at me. I'd already started to get along well with this teacher as he was easy to get along with and had a good sense of humour.
"I usually don't drink the stuff," he said "But I do at the start of year feast as it reminds me of when I attended Hogwarts for the first time as a student"
My drink of choice was just water. Butterbeer, pumpkin juice, Exploding lemonade, Bubble Juice, Fishy Green Ale, all needed to be made illegal as they tasted terrible. I had no idea why any of the Muggleborns put up with this stuff. I would have to talk to the House Elves down in the kitchen about serving tea and coffee at the staff table with all meals.
Rather than discuss this subject further I watched as McGonagall, the school's new Headmistress, stood up and walked over to the hat on the small seat in front of the teacher's table. The sorting was about to begin.
From what I knew The Sorting Hat was one of the cleverest enchanted objects most witches and wizards will ever meet. It literally contains the intelligence of the four founders, can speak (through a rip near its brim) and is skilled at Legilimency, which enables it to look into the wearer's head and divine his or her attributes so as to assign them to a schoolhouse. It can even respond to the thoughts of the wearer. However I didn't pay much attention to it, instead, I spent the time studying the students.
There were about equal amounts of children between all four houses but with somewhat more kids on the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff side of the room. It wasn't very noticeable unless you made an effort to actually count the children, and I wondered why those two houses had more students in the younger years. An increase in birth rates after Voldemort first defeat made sense, but that didn't explain why they weren't evenly divided, but I soon lost interest in figuring it out.
As the last student was sorted the Headmistress stood up to give her speech. While some people were alive who shouldn't be at this point in the timeline, Dumbledore had died as normal. This was for the best as I'd never liked that character for many reasons that didn't matter here and now.
"Welcome to the first year at a restored Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry" the headmistress was saying. "I would like to introduce two new additions to our staff".
Now eyes were upon me. I didn't like it.
"Professor Gothic will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, a position that should no longer be cursed" she announced.
Since the curse of the job had been placed by Voldemort it should have died with him, assuming that he was really, totally dead this time. Even if he wasn't I doubted that he'd make a third appearance during my time in this world as it took years for him to return after getting killed by baby Potter.
I got some hesitant applause and some very suspicious looks from certain people at certain tables as the students murmured to each other. Honestly, I didn't blame them. They had reasons to be suspicious about new teachers at this school. They usually were not who they pretended to be.
"Professor Tonks will take over Muggle studies" the headmistress declared next.
I'd been surprised to find that Tonks was not only alive as the game had told me but also teaching Muggle Studies at this school. I didn't have all the details, but I guessed that in this world she'd survived the Battle of Hogwarts while her husband hadn't, and I didn't know if she had a son in this timeline or not. I should be able to find out.
"Furthermore, The Forbidden Forest continue to be forbidden, no matter what some senior students might" the Headmistress continued on by saying "and there is no magic to be used in the corridors between classes".
By now I was starting to drone her out.
"A full list of banned items can be found on the door to Mr Flich's office...".
Hopefully, the feast would start soon, which of course it did and as everyone ate I got the chance to talk to my fellow Professor, Tonks the woman who could change her appearance, and one of my possible captures.
"Didn't you used to be an Auror?" I asked her "I'm surprised you don't have my job".
The currently purple-haired woman grimaced as if she'd just put something foul-tasting in her mouth.
"After the war, I can't fight anymore, I lost too many people, like my husband," she said to me "I don't even want to teach people to fight, and my Dad's Muggleborn, he's taught me a lot about Muggles, like what all their machines can do so I asked to be transferred at the Ministry to the Muggle Relations office, and then the new Minister sent me here. He thinks some time spent away from law enforcement will be good for me, and I might come back, I just think I ever will".
I could imagine that the war with Voldemort had resulted in some form of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for many witches and wizards. Plus it looked to me as she hadn't gotten over Lupin yet. Still, I was somewhat confident that I could still lure and capture, after all, I had months to work with.
Once she'd gotten to know me a bit better I'd invite her to a few dinners in my rooms, and get her hooked on my cooking before I tried anything physical since the food was addictive, but not in the sense that it was drugged, she'd keep wanting to come to my room for meals and I could leverage than into physical activities of a sexual nature that would allow me to use my other lure.
Miss Tonks here was worth as much as Hermione Granger and while it might be wrong to see people as prises to be collected because it was wrong, I had to win this game. I wasn't quite sure why I found it to be so important to win, I just did.
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Office. Hogwarts.
Out of all damn classes that I could have started with, it just had to be the one that contained Hermoine Granger, who was one of my capture targets, the perhaps the single most important capture given that her name was at the top of the list. I'd been hoping to get more into the swing of things before she turned up in my classroom so that I wouldn't make a fool of myself.
Sure I could still use my lures as I planned to do what Slughorn did, and have my own version of the Slugclub, I could invite students in groups to my rooms for a dinner party, only I planned to fo so I'd be able to sound them out for recruitment into my group before doing that.
I needed to know which of the witches had a desire to travel and explore as they would settle into the waifu lifestyle more easily than those who just wanted to stay home and raise kids. Plus I could make the dinner's myself and make the food addictive enough that the young witches would want to come to more of my dinners just to eat.
Then when I had them hooked on the food I could move onto more physical things. I looked like a 25-year-old man, and by wizard standards that made me barely more than a Hogwarts student myself as magical humans could live for hundreds of years, as such I shouldn't come off as a creepy old man.
As I looked in the mirror I checked out the expensive dark suit I'd chosen for today. I looked good, it made me wonder if any of the female students would get crushes on me even before I tried to lure them. Not that I'd do anything about it with any student who was under the age of 18, but it would be an ego boost if nothing else.
Taking one last look around my office before heading into the lion's den, I took a deep breath before pushing the door open. While walking down the stairs towards the classroom, I gave the students a look. The one that told them 'I am in charge and you better do what I bloody say, or else', or at least my best impression of it. I'd never been much of an authority figure so I could only my best.
"Put your wands away," I ordered as they started to quieten down when they saw me "There will be no wand waving in my classroom, so you just need your books and paper for note-taking. Practical lessons will take place outside or in a room that I prepare in advance".
Not a sound was heard. This was good I guessed.
"My name is Gothic. You will address me as Sir, Professor or Mr Gothic. I do not particularly care which. I am here to show you how to defend yourselves, and while exams do matter in this class when it comes to your careers, homework and exams aren't my main concerns. What I want from this class is for every student of mine to be able to defend themselves should they be attacked by a dark creature or criminal magic-user".
I let that sink in for a moment.
"Am I making myself clear?" I then asked.
They soon replied.
"Yes, Professor" the class chorused.
I nodded in approval.
"Good," I said next "Now I have no problems with helping anybody having trouble, but you will have to put some effort into learning. For the most part, I won't hand out any homework other than what the chapters of books I deem that you really need to read, and those will be few as you should know how to study by now. I want to focus more on the practical for such an advanced class so we will be going outside weather permitting and actually casting spells".
That got a reaction. There were excited whispers while Hermione Granger looked positively outraged. The rest of the class were just background characters I didn't care much about even if some of them could be future waifu. For now, Miss Granger was my concern and I might not have made a good first impression.
"Instead of homework and essays, I'm going to require something much harder from you" I then continued "You're actually going to have to study on your own time, and figure out what you need to study".
That caused more whispers.
"Any questions?" I then asked.
Hermione stuck her hand up after a second. Somehow I was not surprised.
"Miss...Granger, was it?" I asked.
Like I'd miss her out. She looked exactly like Emma Watson, only somehow better looking.
"Yes, sir. No homework at all, sir, aside from the reading?" she asked in what was almost horror "This is our NEWT year".
Well, I knew that. I had memos on the subject.
"Yes, it is. This is why it's important that we focus more on the practical aspects. The exam will mostly be practical, with the written part being less important, people who take this class and want full marks are looking for a career in magical enforcement, and that involves actually getting out of an office and doing some work. Unlike other jobs at the Ministry, which requires your arses to spend a lot of time getting to know your chair".
That didn't get even a chuckle. Oh well.
"Some people join law enforcement to give themselves a good starting point with the Ministry, or because they want to be famous dark wizard catchers or curse breakers, or to hunt dangerous magical creatures" I went on to say "As a member of magical law enforcement I knew what you need to learn so don't be afraid to come and ask about what you need to know. I can recommend a few books"
I gave them a few moments to absorb that.
"Any other questions?" I asked.
I got silence so either I'd made a good impression and they were sure they'd soon understand me, or I'd looked like a complete loon and they were wondering what kind of mess they'd gotten themselves into by bothering to turn up for this class. So far I was unable to tell.
"Now we'll start with the basics," I told the class "I have no intention of parroting anything from books as if you can't do your own reading by this point in your education then I have no idea how you made into any NEWT classes. So open your textbooks and start reading. We'll have a Q&A session afterwards and discuss the chapter".
So far so good it seemed.
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Office. Hogwarts School.
I collapsed into the comfy chair in my office. Teaching was surprisingly stressful. Just three classes today and I was already beat. Thankfully my NEWT classes were small as while the OWL results for this class, the last time they had exams were high, mostly thanks to Potter's club, not many had applied for the NEWT classes. Not that surprising really given the overall quality of the teachers of this subject.
At least the smaller afternoon classes meant less lesson planning, something Velma mostly handled, and freed time for not only more research it would also allow to spend time helping students as required. Plus there were some other duties, patrolling the corridors after curfew, that sort of thing. I was sure I'd be roped into doing that sort of thing before long.
"Happy?" I asked the empty air.
The elf soon appeared.
"Professor called for Happy?" he/she or it asked.
I smiled at my favourite House-elf
"If it's not too much trouble, could I have some afternoon tea, please?" I requested.
The elf quickly nodded, before popping out again. The elf soon returned with tea, little sandwiches and tiny cakes. I could have headed down to the Great Hall for dinner but honestly, I simply couldn't be arsed to move.
"Golly you looked stressed out," Velma said as she entered the room "Maybe I can help?".
It didn't strike me right away what she meant by that.
"Make yourself comfortable Velma" I offered.
By now I'd taken off my jacket and was now fiddling with my tie. I'd always had trouble with ties, and I'd never liked how they felt around my neck. Next, I kicked off my shoes before I opened up my trousers by undoing my belt and popping the button. I was much skinnier than I'd used to be, but I'd done up the belt a little too tight while putting on my suit before class.
"So you want to fool around?" wondered Velma,
I turned on the wizarding wireless so that we had some music to cover up the sound of what we were doing and then we kissed a few times as my waifu straddled me. Later on, while we paused to catch our breath between making out like horny teenagers, Velma took my hand and while spreading her legs, placed it between her thighs. The front of her panties were already soaked.
"See how wet you are making me?" she asked, "You make me so horny!".
Hearing that made me smile.
"I can help that," I replied, "Let me go down on you, a treat for my well-behaved little waifu"
After placing a few cushions on the floor she laid down and eagerly parted her legs for me. She wore some sort of robes, but they were easy enough to get out of the way. I reached out for her hips and started sliding her panties down, and I was pleased to see that she was keeping her bush from returning.
She was so wet that I could have just started fucking her, but I had promised her a treat, and she had been working hard doing research in the library, collecting knowledge my whole group could use. Velma started moaning immediately after my tongue started working her noises only got louder and more intense when I slipped a finger up her while tonguing her cunt. She pushed her hips up into my face while I pumped my finger in and out of her slick pussy with great expertise.
Both of her hands were now on the back of my head, holding me in place as best she could given our differences in strength, she knew that I could keep her on the edge of cumming for as long as I wished so she was trying to keep my face buried into her pussy as much as possible so as to limit my teasing options.
I didn't keep her on the edge for long as I was not a cruel person by nature, and when I took over the edge her body froze before shuddering as her orgasm passed through her. She let out a ragged breath as she came and slowly let go of me so that she could return the favour.
With my trousers and boxers soon down around my knees, and my head now resting on a cushion, Velma grabbed my rigid cock and pumped it a few times before lowering her head and engulfing me in her warm, wet mouth.
While I was eager to blast off as it were, I managed to lie back and enjoy the feeling of her lips sliding up and down my cock while she pumped the base in her left hand. She paused in sucking my cock only to lick and suck my balls, but continued to pump my dick her fist all the while. She proved to be a formidable cocksucker, bringing me to the brink of cumming with maximum pleasure for me.
I was greatly anticipating finally blowing my load. Velma continued to deep-throat me until I couldn't take it any longer and started spewing into her mouth. She never even flinched, just kept sucking while she swallowed my cum. She only let my cock out of her mouth once I was totally spent.
"Thank you, sir," she said as Velma got up and sorted out her robes "I'll visit you in your room tonight and we can mess around some more if you want".
Right now I really just wanted my afternoon tea and to take a nap, but by this evening I should be ready for some more fun.
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Corridors. Hogwarts.
Despite that, it was rather late, it was cold, and wandering the halls of a very literally haunted castle in the middle of the night was not my idea of a good time, I was in a good mood. My plans were progressing well. I'd already had Tonks over in my room for a meal I'd prepared under the pretext of wanting to discuss teaching methods with her.
During that time we spent together I was able to discover that in this universe she'd never had a kind and hadn't been married to Lupin for very long before he'd died fighting the Death Eaters. She'd lost a few people to the dark wizards, as such even with my wonderful food she hadn't stuck around for long, she was having trouble letting people get close, but I had time to get her to open up.
I still had months in fact, sure the weeks were passing by as I kept busy with my studies of magic, teaching, and trying to come with a list of everything I wanted to buy while in this world, but I felt certain that I'd have chances to acquire some captures.
My patrol came to end and I found no students fooling around in broom closets or anything along those lines, which meant these students were either very well behaved or they'd figured out how to sneak about the school without getting caught by the likes of me. Not that I really wanted to find any kids fooling about as I'd rather not deny them the chance to experience young love or at least young infatuation.
The only children out of bed it seemed were the prefects, and this meant that I did encounter Hermoine Granger for the second time today, and she avoided making eye contact with me, and I had to wonder if I'd done something to offend her or if there was another reason why she wanted to avoid any attention from me. But I didn't dwell on it as I wanted to go to bed.
When I returned to my chambers a short time later I found Velma waiting for me, naked on my bed, and by the looks of things she'd decided to start tonight's fun without me.
"Naughty girl" I teased.
She smiled upon hearing that and produced a hairbrush from under a pillow. While it was possible that she had a fetish about getting her hair brushed I suspected that something else was going on here.
"Maybe you should punish me?" she offered.
Since Velma had a nice ass, bigger and rounder than you might expect, I found this to be a very tempting offer, one that I couldn't resist so after I sat down on the bed I pulled her over my lap and began to give her backside a good thrashing.