The door of the great hall opened, and students rushed in and made their way to their house tables.
It was very weird for Harry to see all of the students from up here at the teacher's table when, a few years ago, he was one of those students entering the hall with an excited smile on their faces.
He looked at the faces, and even though he might have first thought he wouldn't be able to recognise much of them, it was actually quite easy.
There were so many faces he recognised, all of them so young and innocent-looking, as they haven't even faced the horrible things they will in the future.
But this time, luckily for them, Harry was here.
He might not have been sure about why he was thrown here, but he was determined that if he had been sent here, he would better use it and make it possible for all these innocent young faces to not lose their happiness that they have right now.
As they were sitting down, Harry noticed students finally noticing him, pointing at him, and whispering with their friends, and soon it felt like everyone was talking about him.
On the Slytherin table, the 6th-year blonde beauty turned to her black-haired sister and elbowed her.
"What?" Bellatrix hissed while rubbing her sore arm.
"Look there," Narcissa whispered, pointing to the teacher's table. "Look who is sitting beside Dumbledore."
Bellatrix looked at where her sister was pointing, and her eyes widened as she saw the man that had been coming into her dreams for the past week, and it was the type of dream that left her core aching in need and her knickers wet.
"See, it's the green-eyed handsome Peverell we met at the Diagon Alley that day," Narcissa excitedly said while sneaking looks at the mentioned handsome black-haired male.
"You're right, Cissa." Bellatrix replied while eyeing the man, like he was the most interesting thing to her, for which he was. "But what is he doing here?"
Narcissa rolled her eyes. "Is it not obvious that he is most probably our new defence professor?".
Bellatrix eyes lit up in some emotion, and she smirked. "Well, then this year has just gotten much better," she said while licking her lips.
Narcissa felt jealous looking at the hungry looks her sister was throwing at the man she wanted. She had doubts about her sister's affection for him, but she didn't know her sister wanted him as much as she did.
It just made her resolve stronger to get to Harry Peverell before other witches like her sister do.
On the other side of the hall, at the Gryffindor, four girls were sitting with each other.
One of them, the blonde-haired Marlene McKinnon, looked at the teacher table and leaned into her friends.
"Oh, Merlin girls, look at that hot guy sitting with the headmaster," Marlene whispered, and all three of her friends looked up at the table.
Lily gasped when she saw the man Marlene was pointing at. Her friends turned to her, hearing her gasp, and saw her shocked face.
"What is it, Lily?" Marlene asked, "Do you know him?"
Lily nodded her head with her eyes still on Harry. "He is the guy I was talking about."
Dorcas eyes widened. "That's him." She asked and got a nod back. "You were not exaggerating how good-looking he is."
Marlene nodded. "In fact, I think you didn't do him justice."
Alice snorted, "Careful, Marlene; your boyfriend might get jealous if he sees you looking at another man."
Marlene scoffed. "He is not my boyfriend," she said while disapprovingly eyeing Sirius Black, who winked at her when he noticed her looking.
Lily giggled as her friends started denying her not-so-secret crush on the house black heir, but her eyes kept going back to the man who she wanted to see again since that day they crashed into each other.
He hadn't left her mind since that day, and now seeing him here, she hoped they could be more than just friends.
Harry sat with eyes roaming all over the students without staying at one. He had noticed the looks from the students, especially from the witches he had met last week.
He knows they were talking about him by the way they were whispering and eyeing him, but his eyes ignored them instead he looked at the faces he hadn't seen since he had come into this world.
And some of them were his father's and his friends.
Looking at James Potter, Harry realised why people always said he looked like his father; if not for his eyes and some facial features, he was a complete clone of James.
But thankfully, because of the changes he had gone through in this world, he didn't look like him anymore. There were similarities, but they weren't that glaring anymore.
Seeing him with younger Sirius and Remus, his heart warned at their happy but mischievous faces; they looked as if they were going to prank someone, and from what he had heard about them, he might not be far from the truth.
He purposefully didn't look at the fourth member of the marauders because he knew if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from killing that rat.
Finally, Minerva brought the first year and the sorting hat, which looked as rusty as he remembered singing his song and sorting the new kids in their houses.
Once that was done, Dumbledore stood up and welcomed the students in his usual way.
"Welcome to all of the returning students to their new year and the new students to their new journey. I hope everyone of you has a nice and successful year."
Everyone clapped, and seeing the smile on their faces, his Dumbledore smile widened, but he then raised his hand, the clapping stopped, and he continued in a jovial tone.
"Now I would like to announce this year's two new professors. First, please give a round of applause to Bathsheda Babbling, your new runes professor," Dumbledore declared with his arms pointing to Bathsheda.
Hearing the applause, Bathsheda stood and bowed in thanks. Once she sat down, Dumbledore continued.
"And the second professor is your new defence against the dark arts teacher, so please give a round of applause to Harry Peverell."
Harry saw mixed reactions from all the students. The muggleborn and most of the half-bloods were clapping enthusiastically, while the purebloods were in mild shock and looking at him with wide eyes.
They were all shocked that the mystery new Lord of House Peverell was their new professor.
Harry stood up, bowed in gratitude, and sat down.
After that, Dumbledore started speaking again. "Now that I think we have waited enough, let's tug into the delicious meal and enjoy the feast!"
Harry ate his dinner with his colleagues and shared a talk with Minerva, as he still kept trying to annoy her and make her react.
It was very weird being at that table with the professors he had learned so much from, but it was an experience he wanted to get used to if he wanted to gel in this environment and his new post quickly.
And also, he needed to learn how to ignore the lusty looks almost every witch in the hall was throwing at him and the jealous looks from the wizards.
He doesn't know if his time here will be good and fruitful as a teacher, but it is sure to be a fun one.
The next day, after lunch, Harry was making his way to his third class of the day. He already had 2nd and 4th year classes earlier today, and as much as Harry hates to admit it, he actually liked teaching.
But he would never say it to Dumbledore since he didn't want to see his already big head get bigger.
Being here in this place, which has been his home, and teaching these young teens made him remember his fifth year, when he taught students from the first to the seventh year together.
Teaching them came so easy for him; it was surprising, but how much he had enjoyed it had been eye-opening.
He can't help but think that in his world he would have been an auror, as it always had been his dream, but now he has come to realise that was not the right career for him, and teaching was.
Arriving at his designated classroom, he stood there and centred himself.
This might be his hardest class, as it was the 7th year class, and they were the ones who were the closest to him in age, so he had to get ready for the arrogance and disrespect he knew he was going to face.
Taking a deep breath, he straightened his posture, and with a flick of his hand, he opened the door of the classroom and entered, making the loud-talking class silent.
He walked to his desk with his boots clicking and all the students eyes on him.
After spending years leading people and fighting against the most powerful dark lord, Harry had become very versed in how to keep and show an intimidating stance.
He knows how to win people's attention and respect, and in his late years, he also learned how to spread fear among his enemies.
And with that in mind, he crossed his arms and leaned on his desk while looking into every student's eyes, making them fidget and look away from his hard eyes.
But there was one set of eyes that stared back at him without a flinch, and that was Bellatrix Black's eyes, something Harry had expected.
"Good afternoon, and welcome to your last year of defence against the dark arts class of your school career," Harry said firmly, with power in his voice that stuck everyone's attention to him.
"If you were sleeping or being an idiot yesterday at the feast when the headmaster was speaking, then let me introduce myself," he said while pushing off the table and pacing in the room.
"I am Harry Peverell, your this year's DADA teacher," Harry said at the front and turned back to the class.
"Who I am, where was I all these years, and every question about my house would not be discussed here in my classroom, but if you want to ask anything else you want or have any doubt about me, then ask right now; you won't get a chance again," he told the students with his intense eyes, making them intimidated.
He waited, and as he expected, he didn't have to wait long as Lucius raised his hand.
Harry nodded. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy."
"How old are you?" Lucius asked with his annoying, arrogant smirk on his face.
Even though it was a very odd question and the look most of the class were throwing at Lucius told what their opinion was of his question, Harry still answered because he knew he had to shut Lucy up before he got too comfortable.
"I am 21 years old," he answered.
Lucius laughed, and his cronies joined "21! You mean you are only two years older than us?" He exclaimed and guffawed with his minions, "How can we trust you to teach us?"
"Yeah, how do we know you are qualified and strong enough for this job?" Rabastian said it with a sneer on his ugly face.
Harry had expected something like this before he even entered, and he already knew how to put these two death eater minions in their place.
He took his robes off and, with a flick of his wand, set aside the furniture at the front and made space enough for him.
"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Lestrange, if you would come forward here," Harry said while pointing in front of him.
"Wh..what?"
"Why"
Lucius and Rabastian asked at the same time with nervousness, as their plan to press their teacher failed.
"I will tell you, but first come here," Harry said sternly, and the two Slytherins shuffled in front of him.
"Now," Harry said while he put a ward around them, "you two will throw spells at me, and let's see if you can hit me even once." He said while pulling his sleeve up, giving the hungrily-eyed witches a look at his muscled arms.
"But why?" Lucius asked.
"Well, you wanted to know if I was qualified and strong enough to teach you, so this is how I'm going to prove it to you," Harry said smoothly while tilting his head.
"You seriously don't think that we can't even hit you once." Rabastian scoffed at his arrogance, but Harry would rather call it confidence.
He has faced Voldemort, looked into his eyes, and survived many times. In comparison, these two were nothing but ants.
"Yes, I do." Harry nodded and put his wand back in the holster. "Now are you two going to start throwing spells or not?"
Lucius and Rabastian felt disrespected by how carelessly Harry was taking them, and it angered them.
They decided to teach him a lesson and began firing their spells.
"Expelliarmus"
"Stupefy"
Both of them fired the spell at the same time with their aim on him, and their spell sailed through the air to the target... and missed it completely.
With just a slight tilt of his body, Harry dodged the ill-aimed spell that went sailing past him and into the barrier.
"Was that supposed to hit me?" Harry mocked them with an unimpressed face.
Malfoy and Lestrange's faces turned red in anger, and they started firing spells without breaking.
Their spells were sailing through the air one after another, trying to hit Harry, but the result remained the same: Harry just kept dodging and weaving around the spell without even breaking a sweat.
All of the class was stunned by the display of speed and agility by their new professor.
As much as they didn't want to admit it, all of them were sceptical of their professor, like Malfoy and Lestrange, but were afraid to say something.
But now they knew Harry Peverell was not a normal wizard and was a very qualified wizard to teach them.
Among the students, there was one who was enjoying the mockery of the duel the most.
Bellatrix black.
Bellatrix was loving seeing two shitheads, Malfoy and Lestrange, feel humiliated and embarrassed in front of the class.
She was angry at first at Lucius for asking the person whose magical aura was so powerful that it was obvious not to challenge someone like him.
But now she was enjoying it; she was glad Lucius was his arrogant self and was now making his and his cunt friend mockery in front of everyone.
Though she kept wanting to watch Lucius and Rabastian struggle, her eyes kept drifting to her new defence teacher.
She would have never guessed that Harry Peverell, the guy that she met while doing shopping at Diagon Alley, would be her new professor this year.
But now she was glad he was; seeing the effortless way he was dodging every single spell without even putting in an effort was mesmerising.
What Harry was doing looked like art; he was as fast as he was graceful on his feet, and his body was honed with speed, making it easy for him to remain untouched.
She rubbed her thighs and bit her lip as she looked at the hot professor, who was completely dominating and humiliating those two pricks she hated.
The power in his stance and the magical aura he was oozing were beautiful and arrousing for her; she had always known she only wanted a man for her who would be a powerhouse, someone who could not only outclassed her in magic but was capable of throwing her around and dominating her.
And now, finally, she had found that man, and she was ready to do whatever it took to get with Harry Peverell.
Finally, after 10 minutes, Lucius and Rabastian dropped their wands in exhaustion and held their knees while taking long, deep breaths.
They were both already finished with their energy depleted, while Harry, on the other hand, was standing without even getting hit by a single spell.
"Is that it?" Harry said it with a bored face.
Lucius and Rabastian turned red in embarrassment and tried to fire spell again, but they were so tired they couldn't even lift their wands.
"Tsk, tsk." Harry clicked his tongue while shaking his head. "I'm so disappointed. I thought you two were going to show my place. What happened?"
All of the students except Slytherin snickered, and Lucius and Rabastian's faces turned a deep red in anger and embarrassment.
They tried to talk but knew they were going to get more humiliated, so instead of that, they silently went back to their fuming and hiding their red faces.
Harry snorted, seeing them go back like the cowards they were, and he then turned to the class and brought everyone's attention back to him.
"Is there anyone else who wants to test if I am qualified enough or not?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Everyone shook their heads and looked at him with newfound respect.
"Good." Harry nodded. "Now I have looked at what you have been taught in the last six years, and I must say I am very unimpressed. No wonder some of you couldn't even hit me while I was right in front of them."
Everyone sneaked a look at the still-embarrassed Slytherins and tried not to laugh at them again.
"You are in your last year and the last chance for you to learn how to fight, but looking at how far back you are, I don't have enough time to teach you every spell and then how to duel, so right now for today, all of you are going to show me how good a dueller you are, and then from the next class I will start instructing you how to get better and try to make every one of you a competent fighter by the end of the year."
Harry, after finishing his speech, looked at the class and saw mixed emotions on everyone's faces.
Some were nervous, others were determined, and a few, like Bellatrix, were excited, which, knowing her, made sense.
"So, what are you looking at me for? Get out of your seats and slide your benches to the corner," Harry ordered, and quickly every student got out of their seats and did what they were told.
Then Harry expanded the room with a swipe of his wand and made forty duelling circles for the 80 students he had in class.
"Now pair yourself and start duelling," Harry said sternly, and everyone picked their partner, and the duelling began.
Over the next hour of the class, Harry walked, observed, and, wherever needed, gave instruction to the students.
After the hour-long inspection, Harry's earlier assessment was correct.
These students may have made it to this year by passing their owls by scoring in theory, but their practical skills were not where they should be.
Some had a good repertoire and understanding of spells but didn't have the practice and right technique to use those spells in fights, while others, who were more athletic, were better at aiming and were faster, but their spell repertoire and how to use it in duels in different ways weren't there.
That's not to say there was no good one among them, because there were, and the prime example was the two students who were clearly the best students in their class.
Frank and Bellatrix
Both of them truly deserve to be the head boy and girl of their year.
Frank not only had the knowledge of the spell, he was also fast, quick, and a swift thinker, making him a good duellist.
Seeing him, Harry could understand, even though he didn't like it, why Neville's grandmother always compared him to his father, Frank, who was an ideal role model and the second-best in his class.
And even though being second best would not be to scoffed at, the margin between the first and second was big, and it was because of who was at first.
Bellatrix black
Saying she was the best in the class would be an understatement; she was better than everyone, even Frank, by a wide margin.
Her spells were of both light and dark nature, and her understanding of them was exceptional. Her footwork, speed, and aim were all class apart from others.
She was clearly in a class of her own and a true prodigy of her generation.
If Harry hadn't spent time with her and trained with her, he would have been surprised, but he wasn't because this was what he had expected.
But there was one peculiar thing he noticed every time he watched her: she seemed to try to impress him with new spells and faster ways to defeat her opponent.
He even noticed her giving him a smile with a blazing gaze every time he looked at her, which, in his opinion, was a bit flirty.
It was subtle, but Harry, who had spent two years with her, knew what she was doing.
"AHH, YOU STUPID BITCH."
Harry came out of his thoughts, hearing the pained yelp, and looked towards it. He saw the very girl he was thinking about standing over, Rabastian Lestrange, who, for some reason, was holding his groin with a pained face.
"What's going on?" He asked as he made his way to the scene.
"She cursed me for no reason," Lestrange moaned in pain while pointing at the furious-looking Bellatrix.
Harry turned to her and asked, "Why did you do that, Miss Black?"
"He was calling me her BITCH and how he was going to make me his whore after this year," Bellatrix sneered with range in her eyes as she glared at the whimpering Lestrange.
"She is ly-"
"I would believe her more than you, Mr. Lestrange." Harry cut him off with a hard look in his eyes as he tried not to curse the boy.
"Mr. Longbottom," Harry turned to the Gryffindor, "do you believe what Miss Black is saying is true?"
"Yes, professor," Frank nodded. "This isn't the first time Lestrange has said something like this."
"Well, then it's final, then." Harry said firmly and looked at the still-down Lestrange. "20 points from Slytherin for your vulgar language towards your fellow classmate and a week of detection with me."
Lestrange tried to open his mouth, but fortunately for him, Malfoy kicked and shushed with a look. Accepting defeat, Lestrange nodded.
"Good." Harry nodded. "Now someone take him to the infirmary if the damage is severe enough."
Lucius and his cronies picked up the still-whimpering boy and carried him to the infirmary.
Harry then turned to the class, who were seeing Lestrange get handled. "I think for today this would be enough; no homework today, but do try to keep duelling to get better for next class," he said, dismissing them.
Every student nodded, and lifting their bag, they made their way out of the class, feeling surprisingly pleased with how their first class of defence had gone with their new professor.
Harry sat at his desk and looked through the syllabus for seventh grade, but then noticed someone standing in front of his desk.
He looked up and was surprised to see Bellatrix standing with an innocent look on her beautiful face.
"Can I help you, Miss Black?" he asked.
"I wanted to ask something, professor." At his nod, Bellatrix continued, "Why didn't you tell me who you were when we met on that day?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "I don't think we were familiar enough for me to tell you everything about me."
"That makes sense." Bellatrix sighed and then looked at him with a light blush on her face. "And I also wanted to say sorry."
"For what?" Harry frowned.
"for how rude I was to you that day." She said apologetically, "You only wanted to help me and my sister, and yet I treated you harshly, so for that, I am sorry."
For a moment, Harry was stunned to see Bellatrix Black, the stubborn and proud witch he knew, apologise to him. He tried to see if there was any underlying reason for her, but all he saw was the genuine remorse on her face.
Seeing that, Harry sighed and gave her a smile. "You don't need to apologise for something so small, Miss Black. I didn't mind it, so you should also forget about it. It is in the past," he said soothingly.
Bellatrix's red lips curled into a beautiful, wide smile that left Harry mesmerised for a second. "Thank you, Professor," she beamed.
Harry shook his head. "There is no need."
"I wanted to ask one more thing, professor," Bellatrix asked hesitatingly.
"What is it?"
"Can you please duel with me and help me get better?" She asked with a hopeful look in her violet eyes.
Harry's eyebrow furrowed in confusion. "That is my job, and you do that in class, Miss Black."
Bellatrix shook her head. "I meant outside the class, professor. I want to duel with you to know how far back I am and how much I need to improve." Seeing his hesitant face, she pleaded, "Please, professor."
Harry tried to find a reason to deny her, but with one look in her alluring eyes and seeing the begging, hopeful look in her eyes, he melted.
"Alright," Harry sighed, and Bellatrix smiled in glee, but he stopped her celebration with a raised hand. "But it would be in my term; whenever I find free time, I will send you a message with time and place. Do you agree?" He asked sternly.
"I do, professor." Bellatrix nodded. "Thank you for this, and trust me, I'll make sure you won't regret it." She practically purred with a bit of her lip, and with one last smirk, she made her way out of the class while swaying her hips tantalisingly.
Harry didn't even have the time to think about whether Bellatrix was flirting with him or not. The only thing on his mind at that moment was that Bellatrix black has a very fine, thick ass.
A ass that he wanted in his lap with her bent over so he could spank that ass red until she would cry for him to fu-
Harry shook his head and brought himself out of his own dirty thoughts about a student of his.
He centred his mind and, with some difficulty, got his half-hard dick to soften back. He had one last class left for the day, and he didn't want to greet his students with a raging erection.
And it was the class he had been waiting for the whole day because the next class was the year of his parents and their friends.
Ten minutes later, Harry exited his quarter connected to the class room and found the class filled with sixth-year students chattering between them. All of them then felt silent when they saw him enter.
He descended the stairs while starting his introduction.
"Welcome everyone to sixth-year defence class. I am Harry Peverell, your new professor. I am 21 years old." Seeing the expected reactions, he continued, "Yes, I am only 3 years older than you, and yes, I am qualified enough, so shut up and don't question me, or it won't end well for you like it did for two seventh-year idiots."
Hearing his stern tone, everyone straightened up and tried not to argue.
"Now," Harry continued as he leaned on his desk with his arms crossed. "You come here to learn about defence against the dark arts, so let's talk about what dark creatures are."
He asked, and immediately many students raised their hands. He noticed the hand closest to him first.
"Yes, Mr. Snape."
The eighteen-year-old Severus Snape answered, "Dark creatures are malevolent beings who are dark by nature, or beings who have been turned dark by an outside force. Most are considered 'creatures,' though there are some mortal beings that fall under this category, such as werewolves."
He said the last part with a pointed look at Remus, who was getting very uncomfortable. Harry noticed James and Sirius angry faces and their twitching hands, and he interrupted before they could do something, even though he wanted nothing more than to let them break snivellus face.
"5 points from Slytherin for the wrong answer," Harry said sternly with a hard look at Snape, who was shocked.
"What why?" Snape exclaimed in anger.
"Because factually, werewolves are just creatures, not dark creatures, so please get the facts correct and then speak in my class next time, Mr. Snape," Harry told him firmly.
Snape sat down with a scowl on his face.
James and Sirius snickered at him, but Harry silenced them with a glare.
He then turned back to the class. "Now, who can give me the right examples of dark creatures?" he asked.
Again, several hands were raised, and this time Harry chose the one he had been waiting for the most.
"Miss Evans"
Lily smiled and answered, "Lethifold and dementors."
Harry gave her a small smile and said, "Correct five points to Gryffindor."
Lily sat back with a satisfied smile and a slight red hue on her cheeks from the praise.
"Now let's talk about dementors since they are in your course." Harry said, and everyone shuddered as they heard the name of the vile creator: "Dementors, as you all know, are the creatures who are placed as security at the Azkaban prison."
"And that's because they are the immortal dark creatures who sucked happy memories from prisoners, leaving them a sunk of themselves, and they could also suck the soul of a person by giving them the dementor's kiss."
"Now I want to know how we can repel them." Harry asked, and this time he chose the Slytherin blonde beauty.
"Miss Black"
"By two ways, either with Fiendfyre or Patronus charm," Narcissa answered with full confidence.
"Correct," Harry smiled, "and since we are not going to learn about Fiendfyre, could you please also tell me what the Patronus charm is?" He asked Narcissa.
"Of course, professor," Narcissa nodded and answered, "Patron Charm is an immensely complicated and extremely difficult spell that channelled the caster's positive emotions into powerful protection and evoked a partially-tangible positive energy force known as a Patronus or spirit guardian."
"And what is the incantation of the spell?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Expecto patronum, sir," Narcissa answered.
"Brilliant!" Harry grinned. "10 points to Slytherin Miss Black for a perfectly correct answer."
Narcissa beamed with pride and threw a smug smirk at Lily, which Harry noticed, making him think there was rivalry in between.
He shook that thought and said, "And that is what we are going to do today: learn about Patronus charm."
Hearing that every student broke into emotion, most of them were shocked and worried that they were going to learn such a complex spell, and some were understandably confused and nervous.
Seeing those reactions, Harry elaborated, "I know it's not in your course this year, and it's a hard spell, but I want all of you to know this spell so that you can defend yourself if you ever get into a dangerous situation."
"Now the charm is very easy in concept. All you have to do is have a happy memory, dreams, or whatever thought gives you happiness and a feeling of joy, then you stab your wand and say, Expecto patronum."
Harry whispered the incantation, and a glowing silvery big thestral came out of his wand and trotted around the classroom. The students oohed and awed at the beautiful Patronus, and then the thestral came back to him and rubbed his hand.
"This is the corporal Patronus, the complete Patronus." Harry said while rubbing the Patronus and then making it disappear, "Even if you don't perfect the spell on this level, it still emits a silvery shield, which could help, so today you're going to try to at least get the shield."
"So get up from your seat, form a pair, and start practicing." He ordered, and the students quickly stood up and got into pairs, excited to learn the spell.
Just like in the previous class, Harry observed and helped the struggling students for the next hour.
Even though all of them were excited at first, it quickly became obvious that the charm was not as it looked, and Harry realised that just because it was easy for him doesn't mean it would be for everyone as well.
But he went to everyone and gave any help he could, and slowly but surely everyone improved, with some even being successful at getting a thin shield, which, while not powerful enough, was still impressive for them at first class.
Hearing laughter, he turned around and saw James and Sirius laughing, while Rumus was shaking his head at them.
Seeing them in the process of trying the spell, Harry finally realised, as much as the prankster his father and his friends were, they were very good students too.
Among them, he noticed without surprise that Rumus was the first one to get a light shield, and James was not far behind him either after Harry helped him.
Sirius was clearly struggling a bit, but Harry could see he was not really trying, for which he scolded him, and since then he has begun trying properly and actually made progress.
And he was not going to even discuss anything about the last member of the group.
Feeling a bright light, he turned around and saw the student who had been most successful with the spell among the whole class.
And, unsurprisingly, it was none other than Lily Evans.
If Harry had ever doubted others who had told him how brilliant and smart his mother was, then he had no doubt anymore after seeing her in real life.
Lily was truly the smartest and best student in her class. Academically, her grasp and understanding of spells were very impressive, and her magical power was one of the best as well.
Looking at the bright shield and her happy face, he walked to her and surprised her.
"Well done, Miss Evans," he said quietly.
Lily squeaked and turned to see him standing there with a smirk on his face, and her face turned red.
"P-Professor," she stuttered in surprise while blushing.
Seeing her rosy cheeks match her hair colour, Harry thought how beautiful she was.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he said, "5 points to Gryffindor because you are the one who is the most ahead of your class."
"Thank you, Professor," Lily beamed with a wide smile.
"If you keep trying and focus more on the happiness of your memory, you will soon succeed in getting the corporal Patronus," he advised her.
"I will try my very best," Lily said determinedly.
"Good, I hope so." Harry nodded. "And please help your friends as well."
Lily nodded, and with one last small smile, Harry made his way to the other side of the room, where the second-best student in the class was practicing, and judging by the scowl on her face, it was clear she was failing with her spell.
"Expecto patronum," Narcissa hissed, and nothing came out of her wand except a small silvery hue.
She huffed in frustration and crossed her arms.
"You are forcing it too much," she heard the voice behind her.
Feeling her anger rising, she turned and sneered, "I don't need your help, so go aw-" She stopped as she saw her professor standing behind her.
Narcissa's eyes opened wide, and she began stuttering, "S-So so-sorry professor I didn't mean it. I mean, I didn't know it was y-you-"
Harry cut off her rambling and said, "No need to apologise, Miss Black; I understand."
Narcissa sighed in relief. "I am still very sorry, professor, for my rude words." She apologised again.
"I don't mind it; trust me." Harry smiled. "I was actually telling you that you were forcing the spell, and that way it would never work."
"Please tell me what I am doing wrong, sir, because I am trying but I still can't get anything," Narcissa said frustratingly while eyeing off the other side of the room.
Harry noticed her looking at Lily, and this was not the first time. He knew the main reason Narcissa was most frustrated was because Lily was able to do the charm, unlike her, and that angered her.
There was definitely a rivalry in there since both of them were the top two in the class and were almost neck and neck, with Lily edging it a little.
Harry tried to calm her down for now because if she kept her attention on Lily, she would never be able to do the spell.
"Narcissa"
He called her by her name, surprising her and getting her full attention.
"I know, as a member of House Black, you have been thought occlumency from an earlier age," he said, and judging by her wide eyes, he was correct.
"And because of that, your mind is more shielded, and that's why whatever memory you are using is not working because you are not using the full joy and happiness of it."
Seeing her compete attention in his every word, he continued, "You need to let your emotions flow and try to pick up a memory, a dream, or even a future scenario that fills you with an emotion of joy and happiness, and let their emotion flow through you and then say the spell."
Narcissa looked at him intently, taking every word in, and when he finished talking, she closed her eyes and did as her professor told her.
She thought about what she wanted in her future, which filled her with joy, and let the emotion flow. She then opened her eyes, looked at her professor's handsome, smiling face, and whispered the incantation.
"Expecto Patronum"
A silvery gust erupted from her wand, and with concentrated power, the first turned into a bright shield.
Narcissa grinned and chucked at the feeling of finally getting the spell, and she turned to her professor, who was looking at her proudly.
Feeling her cheeks burn, she smiled beautifully at him and thanked him.
"Thank you, professor."
Harry chuckled and shook his head. "It's not me; it's you who did that. I just gave you the extra advice and motivation you needed." He smiled and then checked his watch. "Now, I think that would be enough for today. You should end the spell, or else it might make you too exhausted."
Narcissa nodded and ended the spell, and just as Harry said, the bell rang.
"Alright, everyone, time up!" Harry yelled, and everyone dropped their spell and turned their attention to him.
"I must say it might have started badly, but I am impressed by your progress today." He praised him then, and everyone smiled back proudly.
"Now for today, I am not giving you any homework." All of the students started whispering excitedly, and Harry raised his voice over their "BUT, I advise you to keep practicing the spell whenever you have time, but make sure to not practice it too much because it's a spell that takes quite a bit of power and might leave you very fatigued."
Seeing everyone nod, he said, "Well, then get out; the class is over."
The students chuckled at his words and made their way out.
Harry leaned back on his desk and stretched his arms back, popping the knot and relaxing his stiff, tired body.
Hearing the door of the class close, he opened his eyes and saw Narcissa standing in front of him.
"Miss Black, why have you not gone yet? Did you need something?" Harry asked the blonde Slytherin, who was looking at him with her piercing blue eyes.
"Yes, professor," Narcissa nodded.
"What is it?"
"I wanted to thank you for your help with the spell, sir." She said it shyly.
Harry shook his head. "Miss Black, I told you, you don't need to."
"I know," Narcissa said quietly, stepping closer to him. "But this is the second time you helped me; after the first, you helped save me from Lucius that day."
"Miss black-"
"Narcissa"
"What?" Harry asked.
"Please, you may call me by my name when we are alone, sir. I would appreciate it," Narcissa said while stepping closer, almost touching him.
"Um, yes, Narcissa." Harry coughed and tried to slow down his beating heart, seeing her so close. "As I was saying, you don't need to; it's my job and responsibility to help you."
"You are right, professor, but please let me reward you. Let me show how grateful I am for you," Narcissa whispered sensually.
She closed the distance between them, and Harry could feel her supple tits on his chest and her hard nipple poking him. She made it more difficult when she roamed her hand on his chest and leaned into him, making him smell the sweet, exotic fragrance of her.
Harry, with some difficulty, pulled his senses back and grabbed her hand.
"Don't think I don't know what you are trying to do, Narcissa." Harry said sternly, "I'm your professor, and we can't do what you want."
"But professor, please," Narcissa pleaded, "after next year, I am just going to be the wife of the person who will bid highest for me; my life would not be my own, and I would be nothing but a trophy for some rich bigot."
She leaned in closer to his ear with her warm breath on his ears and whispered, "At least before I'm sold, I want to enjoy my life. I want to do things with the man I want and like, and it's you I want, professor. Please, would you not let me have it?"
"Please, professor," Narcissa purred in his ears, and with her hands, she grabbed his already hard dick through his trousers.
Harry tried; he really did; he knew being intimate with a student of his wasn't proper, and as an older person, albeit only three years older, he should push her away and send her to her dorm.
But Harry was first a male human being, and his libido had always been very high, and now that he was so close to a hot bombshell like Narcissa, his will was already weakening, but hearing her sweet plea and feeling her soft hands on his hard cock, which was begging to be released, he lost his resolve.
And after all, this was what she wanted, and he was just helping her, wasn't he?
With only lust in his mind, Harry looked at Narcissa, who shivered, and her cunt became wet, seeing the hungry look in his eyes that was dark with desire.
"If that's what you want, then so be it." Harry said firmly and ordered in a deep voice, "Get down on your knees, Narcissa."
Narcissa smiled triumphantly and eagerly followed her professor's order. She got down on her knees with her face right in front of his crotch, where she could see the big tent in his trousers.
She rubbed her cheeks on the tent and looked up at him with obedient eyes, waiting for his next order.
"Take out my cock and suck it," Harry ordered her with a dominant voice, and Narcissa quickly unbuttoned his trouser and dropped it down.
And she got slapped on the face with his big cock.
Narcissa gasped, and her eyes widened in awe as she stared at the massive shaft resting on her face.
Her eyes crisscrossed to look at the hard cock, and drool left her mouth as she felt her pussy become a waterfall at the sight of the heavy cock on her face.
"It's so big!" Narcissa exclaimed in awe.
She wrapped her hands around the thick schlong and was shocked and delighted to notice that even with her two hands, she still couldn't cover the whole cock, and it was so thick that her fingers didn't even encircle it fully.
"It's as long and thick as my arm," Narcissa proclaimed as she measured his cock with her arm.
Harry groaned as he felt masculine pride at the way the mesmerised witch was comparing his shaft to her arm.
Narcissa leaned in and took a long sniff of his cock and moaned at the musky scene of it, and her knickers were wet from the amount of juice her pussy was leaking.
"It smells so good too," Narcissa cooed in delight and kissed at the head of his cock.
She then kissed her way to the base of his long cock and got her first look at the pair of big, heavy balls hanging, which were bloated with the cum she wanted.
"Your balls are so big, sir, big and heavy with the reward I want," Narcissa moaned, kissing his balls and leaving her red lipstick on them.
"Fuck..." Harry grunted, "Are you just going to kiss and stare at my cock or work for the reward, Miss Black?"
"Yes, sir, I will," Narcissa answered in her submissive tone.
She licked his cock from the balls to the tip, slobbering it, and she then took her hands off while looking at him. She licked her hands, making them wet with spit, and went back to holding his shaft with her hands.
With her now wet hands, she began stroking his cock and flicked her tongue at his cock head, and a drop of precum emerged from his cock, which she sucked greedily and moaned throatily at the taste of it.
Harry gasped and groaned as he stared at the sexy witch, enjoying the taste of his cock. He hadn't ever expected a scene like this, even in his wildest dreams.
Narcissa Black was on her knees, moaning like a whore for his cock.
Feeling his cock still too dry, Narcissa pulled back, and after pooling the saliva in her mouth, she spat it on his shaft, and with both her hands, she rubbed her spit all over it, making it wet and shine with her spit.
She took the head of his thick cock in her mouth and was shocked at the way her mouth was already stretching from the sheer girth of it.
Narcissa hollowed her cheeks and began sucking on his head with her full lips around it, tongue-licking at the underside of his cock.
She has never sucked a cock, but Narcissa was going to do her absolute best and get the cum from the bloated balls of her professor.
All her life, she had been taught how to be a perfect prim and proper pureblood witch, whose only job was to marry a rich pureblood, give him an heir, and spend her whole life as a trophy in his arms.
And Narcissa had believed in those beliefs and accepted them when she was younger, but after seeing her older sister Bellatrix rebel against those views and wanting to live her life as her own, she also decided she was going to do the same.
And this was the reason why she had decided that this year she would be different and live her life and, if possible, find a boy she liked, and it seemed God had listened to her and sent the perfect specimen in Harry Peverell.
From the first time she saw him, Narcissa knew she wanted him. She had noticed how every witch, even her sister, wanted the handsome, powerful wizard, and seeing that, she had solidified her resolve to be the first one to get him.
And now here she was with the cock of the man of her dreams in her mouth, leaving behind even her sister. She felt a tremor and a pulse of pleasure in her pussy as she imagined boasting to her sister how she had sucked the man she desired before her.
But for now, Narcissa forgot about that and focused on her mission, which was to make her sexy professor shower her with his cum.
She pulled back from his wet cock with a loud 'pop', and after taking a deep breath, she went back at it, and this time she pushed forward and took more of his long, thick shaft in her mouth, stretching it open.
GARGHK GARGHK
She gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat and her eyes watered with her tears, yet she kept herself gauging at hearing Harry's moan.
After half a minute, she pulled back and took a deep breath, getting air into her lungs. She noticed she only took almost half of his cock, and the rest was still left.
Knowing she was not going to deep-throat him for now, Narcissa took the cock back in her as far as she could and started sucking faster and harder, with her hands stroking the rest of his cock.
She hollowed her cheeks and began jerking her cock in her mouth, using her lips and tongue to get the reward she wanted.
She twisted her hands on his cock and increased her pace; she was complete frantic as her hands blurred on his cock and her mouth bobbing at the head of his cock.
For the added effect, she kept her eyes in contact with Harry's almost dark eyes as he looked at her with awe and wonder on his face.
Seeing his face, she felt pride and began sucking him harder, with her hands stroking his cock, her mouth sucking, and her splits flying and dripping down onto her chest, making her shirt almost transparent and her green bra visible.
Harry moaned, closed his eyes, and threw his head back from the pleasure he was receiving.
He had never expected to be in a situation like this with Narcissa on her knee, sucking his cock so passionately.
He had never thought that the younger version of the woman he knew as Narcissa Malfoy, the prim and proper pureblood lady who was the mother of his rival, Draco Malfoy, would be sucking him off and doing her very best to get his cum.
But that same dirty thought of Draco's mother blowing him pushed him closer to the edge of the orgasm.
He had been doing his best and holding himself back from blowing his load because, truth be told, it had been so long since he had found his release that even with seeing the beautiful blonde on her knees, he had almost blown his load.
Thankfully, with some strong willpower, he held back, but as he opened his eyes and looked down at the erotic view of Narcissa Black sucking his cock while looking at him with her blue eyes filled with devotion and hunger for his cock, he couldn't hold back anymore.
"Fuck, Narcissa I am going to cum," Harry groaned in warning.
Narcissa's eyes lit up as she heard his warning and felt his cock swell in her mouth. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, and with both of her hands, she began jerking his slick, glistening cock from tip to base.
"Please, sir, cum on me." Narcissa begged as she put out her tongue, "Cover my pretty face in your cum; I want you to mark with your seed; make me yours."
Seeing the open mouth, tongue out, and pleading eyes of her begging for his cum, Harry finally, with a deep roar, released his load.
Thick ropes of his cum spurted from his cock; the first one went from her forehead to her chin, and the second one covered her nose.
Narcissa moaned as she felt the warm cum on her face and closed her eyes as she felt his big load covering her face.
After a half-minute of his release, his cock stopped spraying his cum, and Harry leaned back on the desk while breathing heavily and feeling relaxed after the long release he had needed.
He looked down and saw Narcissa picking the cum from her face with her finger and sucking on it. She noticed him looking and sexily smiled at him.
"You came so much, professor," Narcissa giggled and smacked her tongue. "And your cum tastes so good."
Harry still hard cock twitched at her words, and he chuckled, "You are one sexy Minx Narcissa."
"I know," Narcissa smirked, "and I hope you know that this is just the start; we have many other things still left to do."
Harry can't help but shake his head at his fortune, and he can't lie; he was looking forward to fucking and claiming the naughty witch.
As the student and teacher cleaned themselves and the class of any evidence of their sexual activity, they didn't notice the door of the classroom closing.
Lily leaned on the wall outside the room and tried to get her beating heart under control.
She pulled her fingers from her pants and looked at her juices glistening on them.
She can't believe what she just saw. When she came back to ask her professor about the Patronus just as an excuse to talk with him, she didn't expect to see Narcissa Black sucking her hot professor's cock.
She was most surprised that not only she had stayed but also fingered herself to the view of her rival blowing the cock of the man she wanted.
She had felt a mixture of emotions.
First, the anger at seeing the Slytherin bitch, who had always tried to compete all these years, getting ahead of her and already being intimate with Harry.
The second was jealousy; she was envious that it was not her in place of Narcissa getting covered in the spunk of the man she desired.
And last was how aroused she felt seeing her rival begging and acting submissive to the man they both wanted. For some reason, she loved seeing Harry order Narcissa like his slut.
Lily looked around the empty hallway and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling thankful for the fact she had remembered to put a ward around the room so no one could come see her peeking in the room.
She displaced the ward, and with a flick of her wand, she cleaned her finger and began her walk quickly to her dorm before Narcissa came out.
All the way to her dorm, her mind was filled with ideas of plans with which she could get close to her professor, not only because she liked him but also because she was not going to let Narcissa defeat her.
But for now, she needed a shower, and the dildo her mother had bought her this summer helped her get the desperate relief she needed.
Even though the dildo had been very helpful and pleasurable for her the whole summer, she knew it would feel very small to her now compared to the image of the big cock of her professor.
But for now, she had to compromise with it because, in the future, the only thing she would cum on would be Harry Peverell's cock.
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