Warning, this story will contain underage sex, themes like BDSM, verbal /Psychological abuse, foot fetish and alot of other fetishes, if any of these themes bother you or you are susceptible to them. Please don't read it.
Harry P.O.V
Horny, that's how Harry's cock was at this moment; all the students were working on his Transfiguration essay, but, the young Potter was watching and admiring with desire his professor Minerva McGonagall. Maybe the fucking tournament had him in a state of stress all these weeks, but the sight of his McGonagall's beautiful stockinged legs made him drool.
Harry didn't know why he had a huge sexual fantasy with Professor McGonagall. but seeing her with her gray hair with some locks of brown, her beautiful stern look that looked at everyone behind her beautiful glasses, made her look beautiful, besides, her elegant way of dressing and walk. The professor was always dressed in elegant and expensive robes, well groomed, and there were no wrinkles on her robes.
McGonagall was cross-legged and one foot was going up and down in a hypnotic fashion. A pair of beautiful black stockings adorned the older woman's legs. Harry wanted to caress them, kiss her feet, smell them, and suck each of his professor's beautiful toes.
"Mr. Potter," McGonagall called, pulling him out of his naughty thoughts. Harry quickly looked away from the woman's feet and watched as McGonagall looked at him without any expression on her face, making him blush loudly. "Can you bring me your assay."
Harry turned red with ashamed, for this stupid tournament; he had forgotten to do his essay "Mr. Potter, I'm waiting," McGonagall speaks again, but this time with a more serious tone.
"Uh, professor, I'm afraid I've forgot to do my assay," Harry said.
The Scottish professor, just looked at Harry under her glasses, "You'll stay after class, you're punished for not doing your homework, Mr. Potter," McGonagall declared.
"What a retard," Ron muttered, behind him...
At the end of class Harry was left alone in the classroom; the Transfiguration professor did not pay any attention to him; she was grading homework.
Harry saw how the students from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Slytherin left the classroom, leaving him alone with the Scottish woman.
From his seat, Harry watched as his professor only reviewed the essays of her students; a beautiful frown adorned the forehead of the GILF and how McGonagall shook her head disappointed of her students. Now Harry would have to wait for punishment to await.
Minerva P.O.V
Minerva had noticed the lascivious look that the heir Potter had been giving her since he entered the classroom. There was no doubt that the little Harry Potter had certain feelings for her since his first year.
Minerva knew that Potter men had a good eye for women. Minerva remembered her nights of youth with Charlus; then came her son James; both had shared the traits of disobedient, rebellious and bullies. It had been Minerva's task to lead them on a path of goodness, with Charlus, Minerva guided him to marry Dorea and James; she guided him to marry Lily.
The death of his old pets had deeply hurt Minerva; poor Charlus had died of illness, and James... killed in a horrible way; and Lilly... Oh, her poor pupil, both so young and murdered. But now their flesh and blood lived.
But the young Harry Potter was totally different from his grandfather, and his parents. Minerva theorized that it was because of the kind of life the boy had lived with those horrible Muggles. Where Lily and James were cheerful and made friends with everyone on Hogwarts, except with Slytherins. Harry and he hardly had any friends other than those from his own home. The boy had inherited none of Charlus' cunning or James' magical ability, and unfortunately for her, Potter hadn't inherited a shred of his mother's intelligence either.
Where James and Lily were great people and wizards, who helped others, your child turned out to be totally different, and his only friends at college were the Weasley's, a group of brothers with no future. The only ones that could be saved from his group of friends, were Miss Granger and Miss Weasley.
"Oh poor, James and Lily, a pity that your son didn't inherit any of your intelligence or sympathy," Minerva thought. But that's why she was here, for, Minerva would make sure that the young Potter were competent enough to survive the Triwizard Tournament and become a better wizard for society.
After all, she owed it to Charlus, James, and Lily, Minerva looked at Harry through her glasses and watched him look at her feet. She smiled wickedly. "it's time for you to learn to be a good dog" Minerva thought.
Silently, Minerva flicked her wand to fix her hair, the presentation was important, her clothes were spotless without any wrinkles, her red-soled heels were shining, and her pussy was adorned with silver pubic hair well-trimmed, without any hair on her lips or asshole.
Minerva dropped the heel of her feet to the floor, and the sound echoed in the empty classroom, surprising the young Potter. Minerva extended her toes and watched young Potter swallow and sigh at the view of her sole feet.
"Mr. Potter," Minerva spoke to him, getting the boy's attention.
"Professor!" squeaked Harry, nervous and blushing.
"Come here, Mr. Potter, so we can talk about your detention." Minerva ordered. She watched as the boy walked nervously towards her. Minerva with her wand made a chair appear for Potter. "Take a seat, Mr. Potter."
The young Potter nervously took a seat in front of her, there was no doubt that it was recurrent for him to be scolded by the professors. A small silent ruled the classroom, while Minerva enjoyed watching her nervous student. "What was the reason why you did not do the assay that I asked a week ago.?" Minerva asked, after half a minute in silence.
The young Potter stuttered with nervousness. "I... I completely forgot, Professor McGonagall," Potter answered, red with embarrassment. "The tournament has been taking up most of my time."
Minerva raised an eyebrow at Potter's notorious lie. "Don't lie to me, Mr. Potter," Minerva said.
"I'm not lying, Professor!" exclaimed Harry.
Minerva shook her head. "I've known you since your first year, and you tend to evade your responsibilities, Mr. Potter," Minerva said. Mr. Potter blushes furiously. "To be honest, Mr. Potter, your attitude in this college has disappointed me in many aspects, over the past four years that I have been your professor and head of the Gryffindor house," Minerva confessed, with false disappointment.
The boy seemed to have been surprised by Minerva's comment. "I... I don't understand you, professor," the boy muttered.
"Do you know what the professors think about you, Mr. Potter?" Minerva asked. Harry shook his head in confusion.
"Most of them think of you as a disrespectful, ill-mannered child, inattentive in class, bad posture, I personally would say lazy," Minerva confessed. "Do you think this college is a joke, Mr. Potter?"
"I... ofc... no, I don't think so, Professor," the boy replied, nervously. "I have given my best in these three years..."
"Silence!" Minerva ordered. The Potter heir was immediately silent. "As you must probably know. I was a professor and friend of your parents."
Harry nodded. "Well, your parents were great wizards in this college, your father brought pride to the Gryffindor house, he was an excellent student in many classes, although, it is true that your father had certain behaviors that of course you inherited of him. But unlike you, Mr. Potter. Your father knew when to be an exemplary student," Minerva said; his words seemed to come down like a bucket of ice water on Harry Potter.
"And your mother," Minerva said, making a dramatic pause, so that the child would be more interested in knowing what she would say about his mother. "Your mother was an exemplary witch, the best of all my students! she was excellent in everything she set her mind to, your mother did not need to be looking to be the best like other of your companions, but you have not inherited anything from your parents, Mr. Potter and now without any knowledge you are framed in a tournament where most of the participants have died."
The blow must have been hard for Mr. Potter, as he looked down at the floor, Minerva watched him tremble in an attempt not to spill over with tears.
Minerva smiled inside and her pussy got more wet at the sight of the boy struggling to not cry; the temptation to take her hand to her pussy and massage her clitoris was intense. but she had to be more patient.
"Over the last three years I have seen your behavior, year after year you commit faults that would embarrass your parents, you make us lose points for your sullen behavior", Minerva said; she hoped that her words would cause wounds on Potter. "At the end of every year your grades are mediocre because of your lack of interest in learning, you take classes that will not help you in the future just because they are simple and easy. Even your classmate Mr. Weasley outperforms you in grades and he is lazier than you."
"I... It's, it's not my fault... it's not my fault," Mr. Potter repeated, red with anger and ashamed of himself. Minerva gave him some time to breathe, she was very horny inside
"So close, I have you so close," Minerva thought.
"That's the same thing every day, Mr. Potter," Minerva said, as she stood up and walked around Potter. The sound of her heels echoed in the classroom. "It's not my fault, the professors have it against me," Minerva said, repeating Potter's quotes.
Minerva came up behind Harry and put her hands on his shoulders. "And now you're involved in a dangerous tournament," Minerva repeated, as Potter sobbed. "that's it, let it go, Mr. Potter."
The child sobbed at Minerva's touch. "I don't want to die, professor!" exclaimed Harry Potter, full of fear.
The boy cried with fear and shame. "Have you discovered any clues as to what your first task might be about?", Minerva asked, walking away from him and returning to her chair. Of course, Minerva knew that the first task was to face a dragon. But Minerva wouldn't tell him, the boy would have to find out, and when he did, she would teach him the basics of how to defeat a dragon.
Potter wiped away his tears and shook his head. "No, Hermione and Ron are not talking to me, they believe that I put my name on the Goblet of Fire, none of them has told me anything about what it could be the first task or want to help me discover it," Potter replied.
Minerva grimaced at that; of course; Granger and Weasley wouldn't help Potter, Granger was too blind to see anything other than her beliefs, and Mr. Weasley was jealous of Potter for participating in the tournament. Besides, Mrs. Granger was a sheep that followed what others did. "Bad for you, Mr. Potter, since the first moment that you knew you were the fourth participant, you had to investigate without help from the others what the first task would be about," Minerva declared.
"A little more, a bit more and I'll have you adoring my feet as I want," Minerva thought.
Harry didn't answer and just looked at nothing. "But luckily for you, Mr. Potter, here I am," Minerva said. With a smile.
"Will you help me? But no participant is supposed to have help from their professors," Potter said.
Minerva rolled her eyes at the teenager's answer. "Think for once, Mr. Potter," Minerva scolded, at the child's stupidity. Potter shrugged and blushed. "Do you really think that Madam Maxime is not helping the participant Delacour? Or that Karkarof doesn't help Mr. Krum?"
Harry Potter was left thinking. ""So, what are you going to teach me?" asked Potter.
"Stop there, Mr. Potter, I will help you because I have trained each of your relatives, I helped your grandfather Charlus and your father. And I will help you to follow a better path on your life. But for that you will have to do everything I command you, is it clear?" Minerva asked.
"Yes, professor," Potter said, a little more cheerful.
"Now is my time," Minerva thought.
"But first, Mr. Potter, let's go back to the beginning, with your punishment," Minerva recalled. Sliding her feet out of her heels.
The young teenager nodded nervously. Minerva smiled wickedly, and with an elegant wave of her wand the desk disappeared, shocking the fourth-year-old. "Now, Mr. Potter, I have watched you gaze towards me throughout the class.," Minerva revealed, making the boy blush.
"Pr- Professor!" exclaimed Potter, red as a beet.
Minerva smiled. "Don't pretend ignorance, Mr. Potter, I know your crush on me since your first year here on Hogwarts," Minerva revealed. The boy seemed to want to run away from here. "Now, you will kneel before me, and worship my feet, and satisfy them as your grandfather and father did before you."
"What?" Potter asked, surprised at Minerva's words.
Harry Potter was shocked, when Minerva said that, it seemed that he wanted to ask more about it, but Minerva was eager to be worship. "Will you make me wait all day?" asked Minerva, raising one-foot in front of him, she saw desire on the boy's face.
The boy did what Minerva ordered and knelt in front of her. McGonagall put her feet on his lap and she watched as the teenager took a foot between his hands until his mouth, Minerva could feel Potter's breath against her stocking. With her other foot, Minerva could feel how hard he was, so, she started to move her foot up and down. Potter moaned, at feeling her foot massaging his cock... "Do it, Potter, we don't have all day," Minerva ordered, in a demanding tone.
Potter nodded and slowly put his foot to his mouth, Minerva closed her eyes and felt the boy's lips against her foot. "That's it, good boy!" Minerva sighed feeling Potter's warm lips and tongue against her foot.
Potter kissed, licked, and sucked every inch of Minerva's foot, with her other foot. Minerva stopped masturbating the boy, and she moved her foot on his cheek. Minerva with her foot began to hit Potter's check. "Look at you, what an obedient dog," Minerva said, kicking Potter's cheek, while he had her foot in his mouth.
"Good dog! continue your worship my foot, from now on you will be my slave. You will do everything I command you, without reproach or objection. You will call me from now on, Mistress; you will wake me up every morning eating my pussy and ass, you will not masturbate unless I allow it.," Minerva said.
Minerva pulled her foot out of his mouth and placed both of her feet on both sides of Potter's face to look straight at her. Potter was breathing heavily; his face was a mess, but in his eyes, there was a worship of Minerva. "Have you understood?"
Harry swallowed and hesitated for a few moments. "Yes, Prof... yes, mistress," Potter corrected himself, Minerva nodded happily.
"This was easier than his father," Minerva thought, recalling how difficult it had been to tame James, a boy who wanted to fuck Minerva constantly, and that she often had to teach him that he was a dog and that she was his mistress.
Once again, Minerva brought her right foot into Potter's mouth, and the young teenager opened his mouth gleefully and took Minerva's foot in his mouth, feeling the warmth of Potter's wet mouth and tongue around her stocking. "Look at you, desperate for my foot, do you like my foot so much, Potter? you adore them, tell me how it feels to have my feet on your face?" she asked, as she slapped Potter's face with her left foot.
"Ahgh! Mhhhm!", Potter, could not speak because of the foot in his mouth, but listening to the sounds, Minerva could tell that the boy was having a wonderful time. Minerva saw Potter's pants and noticed a huge bump that stood out between his pants. Minerva smiled and licked her lips.
"Look what we have here!" Minerva hummed, joyfully. She pulled her foot out of Harry's mouth, and Harry made a sound of disappointment.
With an elegant and fast movement, Minerva disappeared Potter's clothes leaving him naked as the day he was born. The boy let out a gasp and tried to cover himself, but she yelled him. "Don't you dare cover up!" Minerva yelled, loudly. Potter nodded and trembling with nervousness showed himself to Minerva.
Minerva slipped her delicate little feet into her heels and walked around Potter, analyzing his body.
As she expected, a clear sign of malnutrition was clear in the boy, Potter could not continue with his back straight and for a second hunched over. "Straighten up!" scolded Minerva, she transfigured her wand into a black whip and hit the boy on the back.
Potter let out a cry of pain and surprise, and the boy quickly straightened his back. What surprised Minerva was that the boy did not suffer any signs of beatings from his Muggle relatives. "Has your uncle ever hit you?" asked Minerva.
"No, Mistress," Potter replied, quickly. "My aunt never allowed it."
Minerva was surprised by that; she would believe that someone like Petunia would not defend her sister's son from a monster like her husband. Minerva kept examining Mr. Potter and looked at his ass; she was going to enjoy whipping the boy's butt like with James.
When she looked at him from the front, she was surprised by the big cock that throbbed with excitement. Minerva mouth and pussy watered at the sight of majestic cock. "Look what we have here!" Minerva exclaimed, seeing his cock, Potter blushing, and holding back the urge to cover his cock. "I thought you would have a micro penis, seeing how pathetic you are. But apparently you have your virtues, Mr. Potter."
Potter's cock throbbed when she insulted him. Minerva let out a slight laugh. "Look at you! You're a filthy dog who enjoys being insulted," Minerva said, placing her heel on Harry's balls; the Potter heir let out a cry of pain, when Minerva crushed his balls with the tip of her heel.
"Now, your mission for this day is to find out what your first task for the tournament will be," Minerva said, releasing pressure on his balls and sliding her heel up to his base. Sliding her heel up, and down, masturbating Potter. The boy moaned loudly.
"Mistress! Please!", Potter moaned; she watched him tremble and clench his fists and teeth.
Minerva didn't stop what she was doing and continued to masturbating him with her heel. "I will give you a hint to achieve your goal. The answer has always been close to you."
Potter closed his eyes, trying not to cum. "But! W- Where do I start... nobody talks to me... in... the... college," Potter groaned, as Minerva crushed his testicles, so he wouldn't cum
Minerva let go of Potter's cock and walked away from him. "I won't tell you anything else, you have to learn how get information if you want to survive this tournament," Minerva said. Now it was the turn of her to cum. Minerva could not wait any longer. She elegantly disappeared from her robes, leaving her naked only in her black stockings and heels.
Minerva watched as young Potter looked at her in amazement; she knew very well that she had a beautiful body despite her years. Her tits were firm; her skin was pale and smooth, and beautiful gray well-groomed pubic hair adorned her cunt.
"Now you will make me cum, that it's your punishment," Minerva declared, walking towards the boy, heels echoing in the classroom. When she stood in front of Potter, the boy kept looking at her as if she were some kinds of goddess. "Open your mouth."
Potter did as she ordered, and opened his mouth without doubt, Minerva relaxed her bladder and suddenly a shower of urine fell on Harry Potter's face and mouth, Minerva felt her bladder empty gradually. "That's right, this will be your drink from now on," Minerva said, excited to see her urine fall on Potter's face, and how the yellow urine filled his mouth.
After a few minutes a large amount of urine was in Potter's mouth, and from the corner of his mouth, the urine overflowed and ran down Potter's body. "A beautiful sight," Minerva muttered, excited. Harry Potter struggled not to spit out the contents in his mouth. "Now drink it, maybe you can get a little bit of my intelligence and ability by drinking my urine and eating my shit."
Harry Potter took several heavy breaths, but eventually he drank all the urine. The boy made a face of bitterness. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it over time. Your father and grandfather loved my urine and shit at the end," Minerva said, Potter nodded. "Now I want you to clean me up."
Minerva placed one leg on the chair, showing all her smooth pussy to Potter; from her pink lips; some drops of urine fell to the floor mixed with her excitement. "It's very beautiful," Potter muttered, gaping.
"I know," Minerva said, egocentrically.
Harry brought his mouth to Minerva's pussy, where he began to clean it. Minerva closed her eyes and let herself go. "That's it... Front to back," Minerva ordered. Her clitoris was already swollen, and when Potter's tongue returned, his tongue licked her swollen clitoris, making her moan. "Thats it, your mother loved to clean me up after urinating, your grandfather and father, on the other hand, loved licking my ass after I had a bowel movement. Oh sweet, Merlin, all the stories that I could tell you. Even your mother enjoyed licking my ass and worship my feet, she was very nasty just like your father. I trained them to be great wizards, and you will be like them at the end of Hogwarts."
At the mention of his mother licking her ass, Potter began to lick her cunt faster. Harry's nose was buried in Minerva's gray pubic hair. She felt Potter breathing her essence. His tongue was clumsy, but his excitement made up for it. Potter licked it hungrily, like her pussy was the best thing he had ever tasted in his entire life.
Although he was clumsy and inexperienced, the feeling of a young tongue licking her and knowing that he was James and Lily's son, made Minerva. "That's it, go on, lick me there, oh that's it! keep going! just right there, you fucking, pig!" Minerva moaned, placing her hands in his head and sticking her fingernails into Potter's scalp
Minerva juices ran through Potter's mouth and her moans could be heard throughout the classroom. This felt so good. Potter's tongue opened between Minerva's vaginal walls; her silky pussy squeezed Harry's tongue wanting it deeper into her.
After several minutes of licking and moaning, Minerva brought Harry's mouth to his clitoris. "Oh, fucking pig! Keep licking me," Minerva yelled, grinding her hips into Potter's face. With a loud moan, Minerva released her orgasm on his face. "Yes! oh this feels so good!"
Her juices flooded the young teenager's face. Potter drank all her juices and licked Minerva's legs looking for more juices and urine. After some minutes of orgasm, Minerva pulled her pussy away from Potter's mouth. A thick line of saliva and vaginal juice formed between his mouth and her cunt. "You have a lot to learn to satisfy me, pig. "Minerva said, calmly; she wouldn't tell him it was decent.
"Yes, Mistress," Potter said, still on the floor.
Minerva walked to her wand on the desk, and she felt Potter's gaze on her ass. Minerva took her wand and threw a cleansing amulet on her, eliminating all the smell of urine, saliva, sweat and juices from her pussy from her body. With another movement she returned to her robes. From now on I order you to change your habits, no more being slouching, every day you will polish your shoes and you will keep them clean without a speck of dirt on them, you will take your classes seriously and I want a report of all the progress you make during this semester. I will only accept grades of O+ through A+ on your assignments, any homework below that will be grounds for punishment."
Potter was horrified at Minerva's threats. "Has it been clear?" asked Minerva, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Mistress, it's clear," Potter replied.
"Excellent!", with a wave of her wand, Minerva returned his clothes to Potter. "Stand up, Potter and follow me. " Minerva walking, without looking back. "With me you will go far, Mr. Potter. Follow in my orders and you will succeed in this life. Disobey me and continue with how you have lived until now and you, Mr. Potter will be a failure." Minerva assured, until they reached the door.
Minerva with a wave of her finger, opened the door. "Now, get away from here, and work on what I said. You have until after dinner to achieve it," Minerva declared. turning to face the teenager. Complete the mission that I have given you and I will reward you".
Potter nodded. "I will, Mistress," Potter declared. There, for the first time in three years, Minerva saw conviction in the boy's eyes.
Potter came out of the classroom standing upright and wearing for the first time his robes without any wrinkles and with clean shoes. "James, Lily, I will turn your son into a good wizard. That he manages to survive this tournament will depend entirely on him," thought Minerva, watching her pupil walk away.
Minerva adjusted her robe and walked down the hallway with a smile on her face. "Now I have a couple things to do," Minerva thought, walking to the infirmary and then going to Hagrid.
Minerva entered the infirmary; fortunately, there were no injured or sick student. Her heels echoed in the empty living room to her co-worker Poppy Pomfrey's office. The door was open and Minerva could see the school nurse out the window. Even so, she touched the door frame giving notice of her visit.
The nurse looked up from her papers and looked at Minerva. "Come in, Professor McGonagall," said the nurse. Minerva walked into the office. "What is the reason for your visit?" asked Pomfrey.
Minerva took a seat and crossed one leg. "I've come to ask you for Mr. Potter's file," Minerva said. Pomfrey nodded and rose from her seat to head for the file shelves.
In his first year I diagnosed him with a case of malnutrition. I told him to take a treatment of positions to fix his condition along with a balanced diet. but it seems that the boy ignored my orders. In his second year, Potter came with some broken ribs and cuts on the face and legs. Third year he was kissed by the dementors several times, bruises, cuts, etc. "Pomfrey recited, between annoyed and worried. "Here it is, Harry James Potter."
Pomfrey returned to her desk and gave the file to Minerva, she read Potter's file, and what she saw disturbed her. "This boy does nothing to help himself" Minerva murmured.
Pomfrey nodded. "I don't know what that boy aspires to when he grows up. at the way he is going, his future looks like it will not end very well." Pomfrey said.
"You can make an appointment for him, I want to see if you can get him to gain some weight and height, he's thirteen and doesn't look like one," Minerva declared. Upset against Potter and Albus' Muggle relatives.
Pomfrey nodded. "I can do it, but Potter will have to do his part if he wants to improve his health," Pomfrey explained.
"Don't worry about that, Pomfrey, I'll make sure Potter carries out whatever nutritional and positional plan you give him," Minerva said. Pomfrey looked at Minerva worried.
"Minerva, aren't you planning to help Potter in this tournament?"
Minerva just looked Pomfrey straight in the eye. "Not directly," Minerva confessed.
"You can't do that! It's against the rules of the tournament," Pomfrey recalled, Minerva had forgotten how dense Poppy could be.
"Have you seen the boy in class?" Minerva asked. Poppy didn't answer. "The only reason that Potter has survived until now, is because of his luck and because Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley have been with him. But in this tournament Potter is completely alone. Potter has no knowledge of how to defeat a dragon; damn it, he can't even figure out what his first task is. I will not let the son of my best students die because of his ineptitude, if I can indirectly guide him to survive I will, it's not like the other champions don't have help."
me neither want to see Lily's son killed by a dragon. Not after all the boy's been through," Poppy said...
Minerva left the infirmary and headed towards Hagrid's hut; she knocked on the half-giant's door twice. "Just a second!" shouted Hagrid, on the other side.
Minerva heard dishes falling, a dog barking, and footsteps. Suddenly the great oak door opened. "Professor, McGonagall!" Hagrid exclaimed, nervously. "To what do I owe such a pleasant visit?"
"Let's go inside, Hagrid, there's something I want to talk to you about," said Minerva, ignoring Hagrid's question.
The half-giant turned red with embarrassment. "Right! Right! Where are my manners?" Hagrid said, stepping aside and giving Minerva entry.
The transfiguration teacher entered Hagrid's hut, Minerva observed on the Hagrid table a letter and a large bouquet of sunflowers. "Do you want some tea, professor?" asked Hagrid.
Minerva shook her head. "No thanks, Hagrid, as I was saying, the main reason why I have come here without warning, is because I want to talk about Harry Potter and his first task," Minerva declared. Minerva watch Hagrid's reaction, the half-giant became nervous and made a mess on the table throwing glasses and spilling tea on the floor.
The half-giant made a vain effort to clean up the mess, but his nervousness just made it worse. "I, I, huh," Hagrid stammered.
Minerva raised her wand and in a single motion cleaned up Hagrid's mess. "Thank you, Professor," Hagrid thanked. Minerva merely nodded. "What happen with Harry first task?"
"As a Hogwarts teacher, you know what the first task for the champions will be about," Minerva began, Hagrid nodded, horrified.
"Yes, it's horrible that they'll have to face," Hagrid said. Trembling with fear at the sight of Potter being hurt, or worse. "Ron and Hermione came here two days ago saying that they knew what the first task would be; they were both horrified.
"How Weasley and Granger know about the task?" asked Minerva.
Hagrid nodded like an obedient dog. "Of course, they knew! Ron's brother Charlie is the one who brought the dragons from Hungary. I told both to inform Harry about the first task.
"They both knew what the first test was about, and they haven't told their housemate." Minerva thought, annoyed. This was the complete opposite of a Gryffindor; those two were behaving like a pair of Slytherins.
"That's why I have come here, I'm afraid Mr. Potter doesn't know about his task," Minerva said. Hagrid made a horrified face. "That's why I forbid you to tell Potter what the first task is about," Minerva ordered. Hagrid's face lost all its color.
The giant half began to sweat and stutter. "Ha-Harry, de- deserves to know," Hagrid stuttered.
Minerva showed no emotion. "Potter must find out on his own, Hagrid. Potter will come to see you tomorrow night and there is when you will take him to see the dragons."
"What if he doesn't find out?" asked Hagrid, worried.
Minerva did not answer him and simply stood up. "As I said, you won't say anything to Potter about the first task, unless you want to be fire, and may your brother be forced to leave the forest, I suggest you don't do anything stupid, good afternoon, Hagrid," Minerva said, as she walked to the door.
Minerva left Hagrid's hut and returned in time for her class with the third years. "Good afternoon! Today we will learn how to transform an owl into a teapot," Minerva said. as she looked at Ginerva Weasley...