The Six Million Galleon Man
Chapter 11
Harry's eyes were fluttering as he tore through a book that he had snuck out of the Restricted Section of the school's library. Hermione had wanted to berate him, but the thought of reading the rare book kept her from opening her mouth. Even now, as Harry lay on the bed in their Headquarters with his ankles crossed, Hermione would look over at him from her desk and stare at the book in longing. She wouldn't have to wait long. Since his "accident", Harry discovered that he could read books at nearly ten times the speed that he used to. There was also the fact that he didn't need to re-read certain parts. His memory was near perfect. Harry turned his head and looked at his friend. He flashed her a smirk. Hermione blushed and went back to scribbling on her parchment.
"Do you remember where I put my change of clothes?" Ginny asked, walking around the room completely naked. Harry looked at her and studied her young, sexy body. He loved the way that her bottom and tits jiggled slightly with every step. She bent over to look in a chest. Harry was met with a lovely view of her smooth, puffy lips that were pressed together tightly. Just then, the door quickly opened, and his favorite snake slipped into the room. The others barely even looked up. By then, Daphne's presence was practically common.
"Really, Weasley?" Daphne asked in an annoyed tone. "Have you no sense of common decency?" She walked in and sat on the bed next to Harry. Harry wasted no time sitting up and kissing Daphne deeply. His hand opened up her school robe and snaked in. He touched her covered breast which caused her to let out a soft moan.
"You're one to talk," Ginny replied with a snort. "You act like the biggest slut that I've ever seen when you come into our room. Always sucking him off and wiggling your ass in his direction …" Ginny continued, talking more to herself than anyone else. "AHA! Found them!" she cried out, pulling her change of clothes from the bottom of the trunk. "Both of you really need to keep a change of clothes in here. If you stay the night, eventually people are going to catch on when they see you wearing the same thing twice in a row," she smartly told them.
"That's probably a good idea," Daphne said as Harry felt up her body and nipped at her neck.
"Any reason why you came or was it just to hang out?" Hermione asked, cleaning her quill and screwing the cap back onto the ink bottle.
"I came to give a report on what's going on in the Slytherin Common Room," she replied as Harry pulled her on top of him. She straddled him and began dry humping him through their clothes as he cupped and squeezed her tight bottom.
"Anything exciting?" Ginny asked.
"Not really. Pansy is still jittery. I think she'll soon try and contact you, Harry. You must have really done a number on her," Daphne moaned as Harry's lips found her jaw.
"What about Malfoy?" Harry asked as he helped Daphne take off her robes. They tossed them to the side which was quickly followed by her blouse. Harry leaned her back and began attacking her cleavage with his lips.
"Still being a pain. He rarely talks to anyone, and when he does, it's to insult them. He's made a lot of enemies already, and we're less than two months into the school year. He may not make it to summer," she told them. Daphne shuddered as Harry's hand explored the soft skin of her bare back. She loved how his fingertips felt as they caressed her back and traced her spine down to the crack of her ass.
"He actually threatened to kill a seventh-year last night," Daphne moaned.
"Which one?" Harry asked as he raised his eyebrow. Malfoy was getting in a bit too deep. Even when Harry had met up with his official Mistress, Narcissa, for some late-night fun the other day, she didn't bother asking about her son. It seems that she might have just given it up as an inevitability. The consequence of him removing her from the family was really working against him. Every day, the magic of it was changing her thoughts and desires. Her son was no longer her greatest priority. Now it was Harry, the one and only man in her life. Malfoy had really let a gem slip through his fingers. Harry planned to use Narcissa's talents to their fullest once summer rolled around.
"Quolbern," she answered while her eyes were closed, and her hips were rolling sexily.
"The big guy?" Harry asked.
"Big is an understatement," Hermione snorted. "He's as big as a Mountain Troll."
Indeed, Hermione was correct. The seventh year wasn't the type of guy that you wanted to meet in a dark alley. He had muscles upon muscles. 'Malfoy must be insane to threaten that guy,' Harry thought to himself.
"How did he respond?"
"How do you think?" Daphne raised an eyebrow. "If I were Malfoy, I'd be watching my back."
"Did anything else of note happen in the Common Room?"
Daphne shook her head. "Just the normal adolescent arguments that you would expect from school children," she told them before pausing. "Have you thought about bringing Tracey into this?" she suddenly asked. All three looked at her, causing Daphne to blush.
"I assume that you'd be more comfortable with your friend involved?" Harry asked. Daphne nodded.
"It would definitely make my life easier. Tracey can be trusted," Daphne promised them.
"What do you girls think?" Harry asked the other two. They looked at each other, silently talking in the way that only girls could do. They suddenly nodded, wanting Daphne to be as comfortable as they were. The three girls shared a smile.
"Fine … but don't mention it to Tracey. I'll try to bring her in myself. If that fails, then you can talk to her," he told Daphne. She quickly agreed. Soon after, her bra went flying, and Daphne arched her back and moaned as Harry sucked on her neck while Hermione and Ginny each captured one of her hard, pink nipples between their lovely lips.
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Regularly, the group had to make appearances in their Common Rooms so as to not give away what they were doing. Harry had just come down from his dorm when he saw practically the entire student body of Gryffindor House gathered around the bulletin board. Harry made his way over. Coming up beside Ginny and her friends, he asked, "What's going on here?"
Ginny turned to look at him and smiled. Her friends immediately turned their attention to him as well, blushing profusely. "A notice was just added by McGonagall. Next week, on the 30th, classes are going to be cut short."
"How come?" he asked, confused.
"The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming, silly!" Ginny's friend giggled, batting her eyes at him and inching closer.
"Interesting," Harry said quietly. He had completely forgotten that they would be coming. He was interested in seeing the students from different magical schools. Harry guessed that the choice for the three champions would happen soon after. He made a mental note to keep the promise that he had made to Narcissa if possible. Once he was pinned in by Ginny's horny friends, and he started to get groped, he decided to move on. He wasn't against a little bit of fun, but at the moment, he had other things on his mind.
Hermione had come up with a pretty good idea earlier in the day. "Harry, I've been thinking," she told him while they were hanging out in the Common Room. They were off in a corner sharing an antique loveseat.
"What about?" he asked, putting his book down. He had already finished the other and had handed it off to Hermione. She was busy pouring over it in great detail.
"Our … um, mission," she said, not really knowing what to call it. She smiled when Harry nodded, letting her know that he understood what she was talking about. "I think it would be a good idea if we had a stock of potions at our disposal," she told him.
"Oh? What kind?" Harry asked, putting his book down and giving her his full attention. Hermione seemed to become more confident now that Harry was interested in her idea. She straightened up and became more business-like.
"The obvious starter would be different healing potions, salves, creams, and alike," she said, snapping her book shut and putting it back into her bag. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a muggle-style notebook and opened it up. She obviously had a list already.
"Do you know how to make them?" Harry wondered. "I'm not exactly a whiz at potions, you know."
"I think I can make most, if not all of the ones that I have the instructions to," she told him confidently, flipping through her notebook and showing him her list. 'The list certainly is comprehensive,' Harry thought as he read line after line.
"What are these?" he asked her when she flipped to another list.
"These are potions that we don't need right now, but may be useful in the future," she told him. Harry read through the list.
"Ah, Polyjuice … our old friend," Harry said, remembering their antics during his Second Year. "I wouldn't mind seeing you with cat ears and a tail again," he told her suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Harry! Shhh!" she quieted him with a massive blush on her face. "People will hear," she said, lowering her voice. Harry squeezed her thigh quickly before going back to business.
"I think this is a brilliant idea," Harry praised her. Hermione looked excitedly happy at his response.
"You do?"
"Of course. It'll be good to have a stock of potions. Besides, it's good practice for the future," he squeezed her thigh again. Now that her plan was put in place, she no longer seemed to care about people seeing her being felt up. There was too much planning to do. She grabbed her ballpoint pen and began scribbling in her notebook.
"The only downside is that some of these potions contain rare or expensive ingredients," Hermione suddenly said. She slumped slightly as the wind was let out of her sail. "We can't take anymore from Professor Snape. He'll surely take it out on us whether he has proof or not."
Harry snorted. "You've got that right. Can we order some? I have a decent amount of gold."
"We can order some, but others are too rare," she responded. Harry suddenly had an idea. With his near-perfect memory, he remembered a book on the shelf in the library when they were doing a lengthy essay for the greasy bat.
"I saw a book in the library," he told her. Hermione perked up when a book was brought up. "Magical Flora and Fauna of the Forbidden Forest," he recalled. "I know that Hagrid goes in there, hunting for rare ingredients to supply the school."
Hermione's eyes went wide. "Harry! That's a great idea!" she squealed while stuffing her notebook back into her bag. "Do you remember where the book is located?" she asked, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder.
"Potions Section. Backside of the second bookcase on the right. The book was on the fourth row from the top, near the left side. It has a dark blue cover that looks to be covered in scaled skin … maybe a snake or a lizard."
"That's a really good memory," she said but paid it no mind. Without even saying goodbye, she quickly scampered off to the library. She had work to do after all, and the library waited for no man … or woman in this case. Harry shook his head fondly at his best friend. With nothing pressing to do at the moment, Harry wrote Ron a letter filling him in on what had happened recently.
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Running at full speed, Harry ducked underneath a low, twisted branch. Hearing the excited clicking of razor-sharp chelicerae, he smiled to himself. His heart was hammering in his chest, but not from fear. Harry loved the excitement.
He once would have been terrified to be alone in the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night. Any sane person would. Now, thanks to his upgraded body, he found that the odds that would normally be against him were now even. Putting on a burst of speed, Harry jumped straight over a large, fallen tree and a wide creek in a single jump. A loud thunk told him that the predator chasing him was equally as nimble on its eight feet. Now that they were far enough from Aragog's nest, Harry looked at the ground in front of him as he continued to run. With his perfect night vision, he easily spotted a large rock on the forest ground. Coming almost to a dead stop, Harry grabbed the rock, and with a deadly aim, he threw the rock as hard as possible. His immense strength sent the rock hurling like a bullet. The Acromantula chasing him had no time to react. The rock hit it directly in the head which was followed by a disgusting crunching sound. Harry watched as the massive spider hit the ground and slid the remaining ten feet until he stopped it with his outstretched foot. Harry kicked it a few times just to make sure that it wasn't moving. Once satisfied, Harry pulled out several crystal flasks and got to work.
Remembering the proper procedure, Harry placed the bottom under the fangs and began milking the dead spider of its valuable venom. Hermione wasn't pleased that Harry was planning on coming out here alone at night. She rightfully thought that it was a suicide mission. Normally, she would be right. In the end, Harry decided to tell her about what had happened to him and about some of his enhancements. He didn't tell her about the Unspeakables' role in it. He felt it was best to keep that under wraps. Of course, she promised to never tell a soul. After that, she felt a little better about him coming out into the forest, but not much. It was only his promise of staying safe and her desire to learn how to brew advanced potions that kept her from forcing him to stay behind.
Seeing that the large flask was nearly full, Harry put a stopper in it and began filling another bottle. In the end, he milked just over four large bottles of Acromantula Venom from the dead spider. He put the bottles in his arm storage and checked the list. There were no other parts of the spider that he needed thankfully. He didn't fancy having to carve that thing up. "Better keep going," he mumbled and put his list away. Hermione had given him a list of things to look out for. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the moonlight reflecting off a silvery strand of hair. Going over, Harry plucked the unicorn hair from the tree branch. He placed that with the others that he had found in his arm storage. Those were valuable as potion ingredients as well. With that done, he was back on the hunt.
Harry kept moving. He didn't want to be caught by the Centaur herd. He knew that they didn't care very much for humans and probably wouldn't like him mucking around in the forest. Hearing soft singing in the distance, he ran in that direction. Once he was close enough, it wasn't hard to find what was making the noise. A bunch of nine, small mushrooms growing out of the base of a holly tree were swaying back and forth while giving off musical tones. Harry found the sounds pleasant enough. From what he remembered in the book, they were magical mushrooms that used sound as a defense. The musical tones were really good at putting mice, which were their main predator, to sleep. He also remembered that they secreted a mild venom that would severely irritate the skin if handled without gloves. Harry put on his pair of dragonhide gloves and plucked them from the tree. Immediately, they stopped swaying and singing. Putting them in a plastic bag, Harry added them to his collection.
This carried on for the next few hours. His storage was getting full, and he was just about to go back to the castle when he spotted something in the distance. Through the trees, he saw a golden light in the far distance. Running at full speed, he was there in only a few seconds. Pushing his way through a shrub, Harry came face to face with one of the rarest plants that the magical world had to offer … Ficedula Aurea. Just looking at it filled Harry with awe.
It looked like a very large Lily with five massive petals folded downward. They were each the color of dark, rich amber. They were spotted with black specks. At the point where the petals met, a golden light was radiating from deep within the flower, bathing its small, empty grove in light. Long stamens reached nearly a foot into the air. The filaments were a pure white while the anthers were glittering gold. Obviously, Harry never thought that he would find this. It wasn't even talked about in Magical Flora and Fauna of the Forbidden Forest. He actually heard about it from Neville when Harry asked about rare plants. No one had even seen one in almost a hundred years. From what Neville said, the plant feasted on gold. Only when it ate enough gold would it drop its seeds. Everyone who tried to grow it in a controlled manner failed, and no one knew why. Neville thought that it might only grow after a unicorn ate the seeds and pooped them out in the perfect spot. Either way, Harry knew that he had no chance to grow the thing. He didn't care about that at the moment though. The seeds were incredibly valuable, both monetarily speaking and from a potions standpoint. Being well beyond Hogwarts' wards, Harry memorized the exact location so that he could come back again. In the meantime, Harry pulled out several galleons and placed them into the light. Instantly, the stamen curled downward and wrapped around the coins. They sunk down into the flower, taking the coins with them. Harry waited for nearly half an hour before six objects were ejected from the flower. Harry greedily snatched them up.
Studying them closely, he saw that they were roughly the same size and shape as kidney beans, only they were translucent and swirling with a glittery, golden liquid inside. His skin tingled as he held them in his bare hand. He almost wanted to stay there all night staring at them, but he knew that Hermione was likely waiting up worried for him. Securing them away, Harry apparated closer to the school and ran back onto the grounds through the forest. He easily made his way back inside.
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