As the title says, the generic tentacle cursed armor that corrupts the wearer by fucking them with tentacles, only there isn't a wearer for this cursed armor, it's completely alone, on its own.

Sad.

Anyway, in this AU Hogwarts starts later since I don't feel like dealing with underage characters. Simply easier this way.

The empty armor didn't know how long it had been since it had been created. It waited, motionless and silent, for someone to come wear it. But nobody came.

It was designed to feed off of the fluids of woman and grow stronger like that. But there wasn't anyone wearing it, and thus there were no fluids to feed off of. It felt like it was starving, slowly going weaker and rusting in a way it shouldn't be able to rust as a magical suit of armor.

However, it managed to suck in a small amount of the ambient magic from the castle it resided in. It certainly wasn't good or filling, but it was something, something other than starvation and death. So, it slowly started absorbing the ambient magic of the room it found itself in, only a small amount at a rate so slow it wouldn't ever be capable of consuming all the magic it had at it's disposal.

And so, it slowly fed off of the magic, over the years growing stronger and a little smarter. Certainly not a fast pace, especially when compared from what it would gain from feeding off of the fluids of a witch, but still growing.

Years passed by like the wind, each year passing by irrelevant to the empty armor that only ever felt the need to absorb magic in order to survive. Many years passed by, and still nothing happened. One time it wondered where it's creators where, and why they didn't ever make use of it, but the thought didn't lead to anywhere.

Years spent doing nothing but absorbing magic turned to decades spent doing nothing but absorbing magic, and it slowly grew in both 'physical' strength, though it couldn't truly be called physical, considering the armor was a magical construct, and also in magical strength.

It didn't do anything for a long, long time, but it did slowly get more and more intellingent and sentient as the years passed and it grew stronger. The notion that the older something is the stronger it is is very accurate in the magical world. And it was certainly far older than it's owners ever probably thought of it being.

When it was disturbed from it's long rest (more like hibernation for several centuries), the world had changed much, and remained similar in many ways. Not that this humble cursed armor had any idea, it was just wondering who or what had woken it up from its rest.

It turned its empty helmet to the cause of its disturbance and saw... humans? Many humans, way too many for it to even try counting. Not that it should know what counting is with the lack of knowledge it was given at birth, but over the centuries it slept knowledge suffused its being, giving it far more intelligence and knowledge than it should have for its level of experience.

So, it somehow knew that all these humans were witches and wizards, and that they studied magic at Hogwarts. This was already far, far more than it should have been capable of knowing or understanding due to how inexperienced it was, yet magic has a way of messing with what should be and what actually is. So, even though it should not be more intelligent than an insect at the very most, it still was intelligent enough to understand language and what the humans were saying.

Turning its head and focusing to actually listen to what the humans were doing and saying, it saw a human girl on a stage, flanked by two other students, and the rest it saw looking at them in apprehension and curiosity.

The student on the stage that was talking was a dark haired girl with long hair and glasses, and flanking her was a girl with red hair and a girl with brown hair. The cursed armor slowly made its way forward to be able to see closer, while making sure no one noticed that it was moving.

"...and so, we have decided to take our education and safety in our hands and learn on our own! Even if most of you believe Voldemort isn't out there and restarting the campaign of terror from a decade or two ago, that doesn't change the existence of many, many other dangerous monsters that exist and could kill us if unprepared for dealing with them. Dementors, Inferi, Dragons, magical snakes, Manticores and probably many others that I have no clue about. So this isn't 'just' because Voldemort is back, but also just to defend ourselves out in the real world, when there aren't any teachers or Aurors to protect us from harm." Said the green eyed girl.

It watched as the girl started showing off a couple of spell towards one of the targets on the stage, creating a spear of ice in front of her wand, and swiftly sending it into the target with pinpoint accuracy. Next, she muttered something, and thorny, spike filled vines started growing around one of the dummies on the stage.

Next, she moved her wand in a complicated pattern, ending with her shouting and pointing her wand to one of the dummies as a massive jet of fire went towards the dummy, severely burning it.

The final spell she showed was a more peaceful one. She shouted 'Expecto Patronum!' and a silvery raven burst appeared in front of her, formed from silvery mist, and flew around her a few times, before settling down on her shoulder and messing with her hair.

All of the students in the room, or at least most of them, cheered when she was done with her impressive display of magic. Very impressive for a student at the very least, though not much when compared with some big names.

Sadly for the students, she didn't immediately start teaching them how to shoot fireballs. Instead, she started with teaching Expeliarmus and Stupefy to most of the gathered students, to their disappointment. Not that they really had any ground to stand on, when most of them didn't actually know to properly cast the spells.

She spent a while teaching them, and the empty cursed armor managed to learn from listening in that her name was Holly Potter, and that her two friends were named Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. It spent the rest of the class that Holly taught listening to what everyone in the room sayid and learned and what she thaught, soaking up knowledge like a sponge, learning everything it could from all the students in the room.

The class obviously didn't last forever, and the students had to leave, and the magical armor suit was alone once more. However, now it was more awake than it had been when it was created, and much more intelligent and knowledgeable than it ever was.

From what Holly said, the armor understood that the world it lived in was a dangerous place, even if it had no idea what a 'Voldemort' or a 'Dragon' was, it understood that they were dangerous entities that could potentially kill it, so the first order of business was to learn how to defend itself better, like those students were trying to.

Instinctually, it started doing something, not knowing why, but knowing it would help. Tentacles emerged from its wrists, the pink, slimy tentacles slithering and moving through the air, until several tentacles on each of wrists moved together into one place and fused into one single mass, something else. A few seconds passed, and finally the mass of shifting flesh and fluids settled down and stopped moving, revealing two short swords, each one extending from one of the cursed armors wrists.

With a snap and a clank the armor willed the swords to stop being connected to it, and they fell off of it and onto the floor. It picked them up from the floor, bringing them close to its empty visor to study the blades and the materials they were made of. The blades were a dark colour, a darkish grey, similar to the colour of itself, no hints of the pinkish red tentacles that they were made of.

It tapped them against the ground, and then swung them, the floor cracking and getting sliced under the strength and sharpness of the swords it wielded. And then it started practicing with the swords, trying different ways to fight, wishing to have a partner to practice against. Almost immediately after that thought passed its head, another empty armor appeared out of thin air, though this one was more of an unintelligent construct rather han a sentient magical entity. The new armor pointed its sword and readied its shield, before attacking the cursed armor, and a brief sword fight started between them.

However, it ended quite swiftly, when the sword of the other armor snapped after too many hits from the dark bladed swords of the cursed armor, and the animated armor was quickly pierced through the chest by the cursed armor.

The cursed armor asked for a better opponent this time. Sadly for it, instead of a more skilled opponent, two animated suits of armor appeared in front of it, one with a sword and shield and the other with a spear and a bigger shield. It wasn't much harder to beat them together than alone.

Next, 3 enchanted armors showed up, the first two with the same weapons and the new one with a halberd. That one managed to actually hit the cursed armor with its halberd, but it didn't do any damage, not leaving even a scratch.

4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 opponents it fought and beat, slowly getting harder and harder to beat all of the opponents without taking damage, having to dodge arrows and crossbow bolts from the suits of armor armed with ranged weapons, and the cursed armor slowly got better, practicing against the current number of enemies until it could beat them without being hit, and then requesting more enemies to fight, all without using magic.

Finally, after defeating 20 Enchanted suits of armor all at the same time, something different happened. Instead of 21 enemy suits of armor showing up, one gargoyle statue appeared. A split second after it appeared, and it was already leaping towards the cursed armor at a suprising speed compared to all the previous constucts.

The living armor parried the claw strike the gargoyle tried to perform, before trying to slash at it with its other sword, but the gargoyle stopped the sword in its track with its claws. Then, it disengaged for a moment, leaping into the air, going ever higher into the room, flying with its stone wings that somehow functioned, before abruptly dropping back down towards the floor of the room, towards the cursed armor.

The armor rolled out of the way of the falling gargoyle, and the gargoyle fell onto the floor, embedding its claws onto the floor and cracking it with the sheer forced it unleashed from the fall and weight. It didn't stay idle, as it jumped once more into the fight, trying to claw at the cusred armor. The suit of armor managed to parry the blows in spite of their speed, mostly because of all the practice it did against the numerous suits of armor.

However, one thing was clear was that the cursed armor had the physical advantage. It was completely unharmed, while the gargoyle's claws and hands slowly got more and more chipped and cracked as they collided with the dark blade of the living armor, until after 5 minutes of fighting one of the hands of gargoyle shattered while trying to blow a sword strike, the white marble of the beautiful and powerful statue littering the floor, and the cursed armor didn't waste the opportunity, pouncing onto the gargoyle and driving one of its swords into its face, ending it decisively.

No tentacle rape for the first couple of chapters. Honestly, I would have turned Voldemort into a woman as well, but I couldn't find any art of that. If you really want Voldemort to be a woman in this story so she can get tentacle fucked find me some fem Voldemort art and I'll turn Voldemort into a girl.

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A couple of days pass, and it is alone. It practices over and over again, fighting more foes, fighting stronger foes. Dodging arrows as 25 Enchanted Armors try to shoot it down, fighting a horde of 50 axe wielding armors all trying to surround and corner it.

It's much, much harder to take on two of the white gargoyles at the same time. Each time it manages to block a blow, the other tries to attack it, and make it slip. It only has two swords to block and parry with, while the gargoyles have 4 claws together. So it needs to always move back whenever it parries, lest it get bogged down and become unable to act against one or the other.

But this only improved its skill with the blades. After doing nothing for around a milennia, its learning rate was supernaturally fast, learning what others would take months to learn in only hours, getting better and better as it fought opponents more skilled than it.

It took a couple of tries, but eventually it managed to defeat two of the gargoyles at the same time, not through skill, though that certainly helped, but through sheer strength and endurance it managed to defeat them. Over the course of an hour it endured and parried, making sure neither of the gargoyles ever managed to hit it, and it parried and parried and parried the gargoyles, trying to wear the stone and enchantments that made them up, the enchantment that made them indistructable slowly getting weaker and weaker as the stone claws of the gargoyle hit the far stronger dark metal that made up the swords of the cursed armor, and eventually the enchantment shattered, along with the claws of the gargoyles.

The cursed armor was happy with its achievment and progress. So, for the next day or so it simply continued destroying more and more Enchanted Armors, without trying to face an even more powerful opponent, content to wait for a few days to see if the group of humans would return.

And they do come back once more, around 5 days after the last time they went into the room. They come in once more, this time spreading around the room from the very beginning and started practicing spells, with the black haired girl with glasses moving between them, correcting them on what they are doing incorrectly.

Soon enough, most, if not all of the gathered students were correctly performing the Expeliarmus and Stupefy spells, and Holly decided to show to the gathered students some more spells.

She goes up to the stage, near a dummy, and silently twirls her arm, a flock of crows appearing from out of thin air in front of her, going straight towards the helpless dummy, easily shredding through it with their sharp beaks.

"That's something that Transfiguration and Conjugation allows us to do. Only instead of some crows it can be dogs, or bulls, or crocodiles, or whatever you can think of and can manage creating. As you know, the Killing Curse is unblockable by ordinary shields. However, a conjured brick wall or murder of crows will absorb it for you. And if you can't accomplish that, dodging out of the way is the smart thing to do, though make sure not to leave yourself vulnerable after you dodge, because getting hit by the Killing Curse while you're down doesn't make it any better than on your feet, you'll still die all the same." She lectures the students, most of them paying attention to her words, some not paying attention to her advice, considering it worthless.

The cursed armor wonders what the killing curse is, and if this spell would work on it, when it is not human. It deosn't really have a clue, but it still pays attention to the lesson the black haired girl is trying to teach the students gathered here.

After an hour or two pass, the students leave, and the cursed armor is alone once more, this time with something else than just the silence and loniless accompanying it. Not a person, but a feeling of determination to learn magic. It sounds useful, and it could give it an edge against the gargoyles and whatever opponent shall be next against it.

So, it tries to channel magic. Only it has no idea how creating or casting magic works. So, it sits down, and brings its hands to its head, doing something it hadn't done before the last week of its long life. Thinking. And not thinking stray thoughts that don't matter and pass through its mind like it isn't there, but actual thinking.

It tries to figure out how to do magic. The humans that it saw doing magic had their little stick that they used to cast their magic, but it didn't have such a thing. But it did have something that could be considered similar. Are its swords not similar to the wands of the witches and wizards? Weapons to channel its magic with? It doesn't know, but it will try.

Next, is the words that they say to cast magic. But from what it saw not all of them talked to do magic, only the younger ones, so the lack of voice was probably not a problem. And finally, the swings and twirls they did with their wands. The armor assumed that they are similar enough with its sword swings, so magic would probably done by swinging its swords.

It rose to its feet, and concentrated on pulling magic into its weapons, before swinging them both at the same time with the intent to cast a spell. Nothing happened. For a minute or so, the cursed armor is confused on why it doesn't work, before it decides that it is probably because it doesn't know what it actually wants to do with magic.

Over the course of the next few minutes it thinks about what it wants to accomplish with its magic, trying to settle on something, before finally coming to a decision.

Once more it rises to its feet, and concentrates its magic on one of the blades, and swings it forward with a single fast cut. And a dozen or so metres away a bush of tangled roots and vines and wood appears from out of the floor, the giant bush being reasonably big, and probably tough as well.

And then it swings once more, and another giant bush taller and wider than the cursed armor pops out of the ground. And more and more, until the room if filled with barriers of wood and root. The living armor stops, and begins cutting the bushes down to clear the room, slowly clearing the room of the obstacles. Each time a wooden bush is cut apart into pieces it dissolves into bright green motes of light, so there won't be any remaining roots or wooden branches to clear up once it is done with cutting them all down.

It takes a while, but eventually the room is cleared once more, and the armor is thinking about what to try next. It focuses on trying to do something similar in energy to what it just did now, and it focuses its energy on one of its blades, it winds one of its arms back, before violently swinging its arm forward, green energy bursting from it for a moment, then the energy splitting many, many times, until it had turned into a swarm of thousands of wasps that moved around the cursed armor with an incredibly loud buzzing as they all moved in tandem around the living armor, before leaving it behind as they started moving through the rest of the room, exploring it until they suddenly vanished, exacly 5 minutes after it first cast the spell.

The armor suit was definitely pleased with its success, but it also was definitely not going to stop at just two measly spells. It needed to learn to cast more!

Swords in hand, it tried something else this time. Instead of trying to modify something that had already been done by that black haired girl, it tried to do something more original, looking through its mind for knowledge it shouldn't have, but has anyway.

After a couple of minutes of looking, it found something that looked promising to it. It brought its swords together in an X at the front of its chestplate, and after channeling magic into them for around 3 seconds, it swung them both forward as energy left them, a cloud of acid forming in a 3 by 3 by 3 metres area around 10 metres in front of the cursed armor.

It thinks about it for a moment, before it decides it's curious about how strong the acid clouds it created actually is, and so it calls for 20 sword wielding Enchanted Armors to appear in the room. And then, the cursed armor once more focused on doing the spell, this time 5 metres in front of it as the enemy suits of armor walked into the cloud of acid.

The first one takes two steps through the cloud, before it falls over, already melting as its feet melt under it along all its other parts. The other suits of armor don't fare any better, melting into nothing as they walk into the green, hazy cloud of acid.

That seemed to completely trivialise any fight against the suits of armor, as they couldn't do anything against it, and they didn't seem to be intelligent enough to actually try to avoid the magical acid.

When it tried to do the same thing against a gargoyle it was an entirely different matter. Instead of it dumbly walking into the cloud of acid it would fly over it. If the cloud of acid was cast directly on top of the gargoyle it would immediately jump out of there, taking a very small amount of damage. The gargoyle was simply fought without magic, slowly breaking it down like all the other times they fought, until it simply couldn't last anymore and simply broke into pieces of marble.

So, it starts trying to create another spell that would work much better on the marble gargoyles. So, over the next couple of minutes it tried to think of a spell that could help it against the gargoyles in a much more meaningful way. Finally, after thinking about it for a while, and practicing for a while it manages to create what it thought would be a very good, if not perfect counter to the gargoyle.

It called in another gargoyle and at the same time brought one of its swords up, pointing at the Gargoyle, focusing magic into the sword as red energy began gathering into it, red sparks flying off of the sword, before it thrust downward, a red line of energy heading towards the gargoyle, striking it. As soon as it is hit, the sound of metal creaking and pipe crashing to the floor are heard, while the gargoyle is enveloped in a dark red aura.

With a leap towards the gargoyle, the cursed armor brandishes its sword, swinging into the gargoyle, hitting its claws. Only this time, a crack can clearly be heard coming from the hand and claws of the gargoyle. Another 5 swings and the gargoyle flaters as both of its hands are shattered as it falls to the floor and dies.

That is the power of the Spellbreaker, as the cursed armor decided to name the newest spell it created.

Next thing it is planning to do is test its newest spells against the next opponent the room would offer it to fight.

And that shall be for tomorrow.

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After a couple more hours of practicing magic and trying to make up new spells decides to finally ask for a stronger opponent. It will first try to defeat that opponent without using magic, and then it will practice with magic against it.

So, it asks for a stronger opponent, and watches in anticipation as the room begins to rumble and shake, as a gigantic hand breaks from under the floor, another oversized hand bursting out of the ground right next to it as a massive monster pulls itself from out of the ground.

Spoiler: Earth Golem

An oversized, 10 metres tall monster of rock, stone and wood that the castle had somehow created for the living armor to fight. The armored readied its swords, before charging the gigantic golem, trying to hack away at the roots that made up its leg and foot. With the loud groan of stone and the creaking of wood, the gigantic golem moved in a suprisingly fast manner, slamming the cursed armor away with one of its feet, deforming the metal on one of its shoulders and hurting it.

The living armor didn't take more than half a second from the suprisingly strong attack before it was on its feet once more, charging the golem once more. It ran towards it, and with a bending of its knee joints it jumped into the air with all its force, landing on one of the gigantic hands of the golem, jumping once more as the golem slapped itself in the place where it landed. This time it landed on its shoulders, and stabbed down into the head of the massive elemental. It groaned in pain for a moment, but an instant later it brought its hands onto its shoulders, smacking the cursed armor off of it.

The armor once more got up from the ground and ran towards the golem, picking as much speed as it could, before slamming both of its swords into the knee joints of one of the golems legs, stabbing into the combination of wood and stone that kept the golem together, trying to crack it apart and leave it unable to move.

It wasn't very successful, a crack being heard and some pieces of stone being separated from the greater mass of the monster, but it had to back off as the golem swung its lung once more, this time missing with its kick.

After running away a small distance, it stopped and truned back, to see what would the golem do if it was the one attacking instead of defending. So it stood still as the earth golem made its way towards it at a suprising speed considering its size.

With a mighty stomp, it tried to flatten the cursed armor by stepping on it. The armor rolled out of the way of its step, before turning back towards the stone golem and slamming both of its swords into the back of the monsters knees with all of its force, a great CRACK being heard as several large pieces of stone dettach from the knee of the stone golem, and it groans in rage, swiftly turning back and trying to squish the cursed armor, but it had already rolled away by then, retreating once more.

The golem followed after it once more, this time a little slower and a little more apprehensive, but still unwilling to stay still and do nothing. This time it bent down, bringing its hand together in an effort to catch the armor between its palms, but it had already moved back, and then it jumped onto the brought together fists, seeing an opportunity, and then leapt into the air with all of its force, stabbing into its chin with all of its force, the sword slicing a small amount of stone apart, before the cursed armor once more rolled out of the way of an attack.

This continued, the cursed armor forcing the golem to go after it, then dodging any attack the golem tries to perform, then hitting into one of its weak spots. Chin, head, knees, behind the knees, elbow, and some others, slowly trying to wear it down and put it in a more vulnerable where it can't defend itself.

And eventually, exactly that happened. The living armored slammed its weapons into the back of its right knee for the thirtieth time, this time actually managing to break the knee of the massive golem, causing it fall over, unable to move any more. But while it could not move anymore, it could still use its arms to defend itself if attacked, so the armor still hadn't won yet.

It was forced to slowly wittle it down, breaking a small chunk or two of stone each time it attacked, slowly reducing it in mass more and more over the course of the fight, until finally the massive monster perished after an hour long fight.

The cursed armor was pleased with its win. It wasn't sure if it could beat two of those stone golems, even with magic, but it was curious how much faster it could beat the golem if it had used its magic.

So, it calls for a golem to be summoned once more, this time ready to use its magic.

The first thing it does is create an acidic cloud around the massive golem, and it is quick to move out of it, towards the armor. It thinks about that for a moment, wondering about the intelligence of the golem, and runs away at the other end of the room, much faster than the golem. Once it has a few seconds of peace, it casts an acidic cloud once more, this time in the path of the golem towards it instead of directly on the golem. And sure enough, the golem walks through the cloud without a care in the world, despite the damage.

If it had been as intelligent as a gargoyle it would have moved around it, but while it is clearly strong, it is not as intelligent as its previous opponent. Next, it casts a Spellbreaker on the golem, in case it has some innate magic resistance, and moves towards it once more, to see if this time it can hurt it more than before.

Suprisingly, the answer is yes. Not by much, but it finds that it cutting through the stone and roots making up the golem a little easier than before. Next, it creates a thick, powerful mist in a large area surrounding the golem, using it to easily dart in and out of sight, attacking it at an unexpected angle, before running back into the mist, becoming hidden from its gaze once more.

This lasts for a minute or so, until the mists finally disperses, but that minute wasn't kind to the golem. And the cursed armor hadn't even been using its more damaging spells, only debilitating spells to confuse and weaken the golem. Excluding the acidic cloud.

It looked much more broken up, slices and slashes marring its body, many chunks of its body missing altogether, some barely hanging on, looking like they will break off at a glancing blow, and its massive frame, while still very tall, looked almost... emaciated, because of how much of its body it was missing.

Finally, while the cursed armor was observing the damage it had done to the golem, the debuffing spell wore off, the red sparks and dark red aura covering the body of the golem disappearing into thin air.

Suddenly, the armor had an interesting idea, maybe even a brilliant idea. While the golem was recovering from all the damaged that had been done to it, the living armor cast an acidic cloud behind it. As soon as the golem started moving, the armor used magic once more, swords glowing in light blue light as it pointed them towards the golem, and it was enveloped by a brilliant blue aura, before it was pushed back 8 metres or so, through the acid cloud, taking damage from it, and past it. Then, once it stopped being pushed back it tried to close the distance with the cursed armor, walking into the acid cloud and finally falling apart, its weakened, barely holding together body unable to handle another two trips through the acidic cloud.

The cursed armor approaches the remains of the golem, before they disintegrate, or get moved somewhere else instead. The armor thinks about what it should do next, and decides to simply wait, to see when the next time the students will come, and see if it will learn anything else useful.

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Warning: This chapter is going to include the following:

Tentacle Rape

Ear Penetration/Fucking

Addictive Cum

If you dislike any of this stuff you're probably not going to enjoy this chapter, and most of the story, because there will be plenty of lewds.

Anyway, its tentacle raping time!

It doesn't have to wait too long for too long for the students to show up again. Around two days later they show up in once more, with the black haired girl leading them.

The students spread through the room in their own little groups and talk with each other for a while, until Holly climbs onto the stage and takes all of their attention.

"Today I'm going to be showing you all how to cast Protego, the basic shielding spell. It is the most basic shield spell between all of them, and essential in any type of combat." She says, before she points her wand in one direction and chants 'Protego!', a large, bluish, barrier appeaering in front of her. It didn't actually shield her from anything, but it was just an example.

Next, she told the students she was teaching to do the same thing, getting some mixed results. Some of them got it right on the first try, some took a couple of tries, and some, mainly the younger ones, barely managed to create a flickering, weak shield. Still probably better than nothing though.

Then, she told them to form into pairs. She instructed one to cast a spell, while the other would cast a shield, and told them to switch between each other every now and then.

Time passes by as the students practice, the cursed armor attentively staring at all the humans practicing magic, thinking on how it will try to copy the shield for its own use once they all leave.

Eventually, after an hour or two, all of the wizards and witches leave its room, except for one.

Holly Potter was moving thorugh the room, humming to herself and thinking about what the next lesson she will teach be about, when she sees a suit of armor move. In fact, the only suit of armor in the room, now that she looked closer.

The cursed armor noticed that it was alone with a pretty girl, and once it realised that she's on her own, with no one to save her it decides to take this opportunity to feed from her.

And it continued moving forward towards her. She tenses, and points her wand towards it,

"Stop right there!" She shouts. The armor doesn't stop. Then, she notices the dark blades in its hands, and decides once warning was enough. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

And then, with a twirl of a wand and a mutter, a ball of flames was sent towards the living armor. It easily rolls under it, then going back to its feet, this time running towards the girl.

The girl growls to herself in annoyance, and creates and launches a spear of ice towards the suit of armor while running backwards, away from it, and towards the door.

Once the living armor sees that she's trying to leave the room through the door, it stops and casts a cloud of acid right on top of the door, and Holly stops a couple of metres away as she realises she can't run away from it.

"Damn it! What are you? I haven't heard of anything like you before, a suit of armor that can use magic! Are you with Voldemort?" She shouts out, while at the same conjuring a murder of crows and sending them towards the living armor. It makes quick work of them, cutting and slicing through multiple crows with each swing.

The armor simply continues slowly advancing towards her, more interested in learning what she can do instead of just fucking her.

Holly aims her wand towards the walking armor and mutters something else, and immediately after vines begin breaking out of the ground, trying to hold the armor down. It simply begins to easily slice through those vines. At the same time Holly summoned some more crows towards the cloud of acid to see if its actually dangerous or not.

She grimaced in disgust and regret at the pained caws and croaks coming from the ravens as they melted as soon as they touched the acid, turning into clouds of red mist and staining the stone floor with their liquified corpses.

She turned back, just as the cursed armor finished cutting all of the vines holding it down and started walking towards her once more. She unleashed a powerful jet of flames towards it, but it easily dodged out of the way with a roll, before continuing to walk towards the witch without a care in the world.

Ice Spears, Balls of Fire, Rocks, Wind Lances and Slashes, everything she sent against the armor it just dodged. It was plain to her that the thing was just toying with her, and she almost considered trying to use the killing curse on it, before shaking her head in denial. Still, so far it hadn't shown any sign that it was allied with Voldemort, so maybe it would be merciful and spare her?

Holly didn't actually think it would do that, but she also seemingly couldn't do anything to harm or even touch it, so it didn't really matter what she thought, so might as well hold onto some hope, even if its very unlikely.

The cursed armor continued to walk towards her, and she decided to try some more standard attack spells in the hope they would work better, considering her more unusual elemental spell weren't doing jack shit to it.

Stupefy didn't work even push it back, Expelliarmus didn't budge its swords even a centimetre, and none of her other spells worked. She decided that since it was so slow, she might as well focus on running around the room, and hope that the cloud blocking the door will run out before her stamina does.

Once Holly started running away and stopped casting spells the living armor stopped in place and tilted its head as it looked at her. After 5 seconds passing by with Holly doing nothing but staring at the armor staring at her from across the room.

Then, with a burst of speed the armor was rapidly approaching. the clanking of metal boots on the stone floor approaching being a terrifying sound, nearly as terrifying as the sight of the sprinting suit of armor.

Less than 3 seconds later the living armor catched up to Holly, holding one of its incredibly sharp swords one centimetre underneath her chin, as a threat to her. It looked her in the eyes, obviously much taller than the girl, tilting its head at her in confusion, almost asking her why she stopped casting magic through gestures alone.

Sadly, the girl couldn't understand its non-asked question, so she only moved her backwards, away from the incredibly sharp blade hovering right in front of her neck.

"A-are y-you with Voldemort o-or not?" She asks, voice shaky.

In response, it only tilts its head in confusion to her question.

Seeing that it wasn't speaking it decides to ask it another question.

"Can you speak?" She asks instead, and the cursed armor immediately shakes its head in a negative reply.

"O-ok." She says, while she tries to calm her incredibly hard beating heart.

"Since you haven't responded to my other question, I'll ask this once instead: Do you know who Voldemort is?"

The armor once more shakes its head in negative.

"How the fuck doesn't it..." She mutters under her breath, before she stops her sentence, and instead decides to explain who Voldemort is.

"Voldemort is a Dark Lord, or Lady if you want to differentiate between genders, but everyone calls her Lord Voldemort, so I'm thinking that it's Dark Lord for everyone. A-anyway, she's an incredibly evil woman who wants the death of all non-magical people and people who are 'tainted' by non-magical people. Her real name is Tammy Riddle, but I'm not sure how many people actually know her by that name..." She says, turning her gase to the armor once more to see if it showed any reaction to the information she gave. It didn't.

"Now, I have to ask you, are you actually human? Because you certainly don't seem to act so..." At that the cursed armor shook its head once more.

"Aha! Why did you corner me though. You haven't hurt me yet, but why are you keeping me hostage?" She almost forgot that she was being forced to stay here by threat of getting melted and at swordpoint.

In response the armor let a dozen or so red-pinkish tentacles emerge from out of it, wigglig through the air. Holly stared in confusion for a second or two, then her eyes widened in horrified realisation, and she started madly struggling, trying to get out of the grip the armor was keeping on her. She didn't even make it budge.

"NO NO NO NONONONONO! I didn't get away from Voldemort only to get tentacle raped! Room, please help me get out of here! PLEASE!" She shouts in disperation. But nothing happens but the tentacles of the living armor moving closer to her, and beggining to tear apart her clothes.

"SHIT! FUCK! HELP!" She let out, hoping that something would happen. And something did. Just not something that actually helped. A gigantic bed appeared just behind her, looking incredibly fluffy and relaxing. Too bad she didn't really want a bed right behind her when she was about to get raped by a monster.

"FUCK YOU USELESS, SHITTY ROOM!" She screamed in rage that the room just helped the monster instead of doing anything useful. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT BY 'HELP'!"

But she was already being grabbed by the tentacles and her clothes were being ripped apart by the cursed armor.

Spoiler: Holly Potter

She couldn't do anything as she was grabbed in dozens of places by tentacles, purple, red and pink tendrils roaming her body, groping her ass, breasts, teasing her pussy, running all across her body.

She opened her mouth, ready to complain some more and hurl more insults at the cursed armor, only she was shut up as a tentacle shoved itself into her mouth and started wriggling in there, trying to bring as much as pleasure as it could to the both of them.

She tried wiggling some more, but the only thing she managed to do was bounce her breasts up and down the tentacles that were wrapped around them. Same with her lower body, only managing to rub her ass and pussy against the appendages that were teasing her, pleasing them and also herself some more.

The armor moved its tentacles, exploring her body, trying to figure out what places gave her pleasure and what places didn't. So far it had found three holes that seemed to bring the female it was playing with and entertaining, but it didn't stop for a moment. Her breasts also seemed to be bringing her enjoyment when it playedwith them, groping, moving them, moving and wriggling around them, squeezing them.

As it continues exploring around her body, moving through her hair, the living armor finds another two tiny holes at the side of her head, and starts to carefully move two smaller tentacles there to test out how that'll make her feel. So, it inserted to smaller into her ears. Instead of something bad happening, like you might expect, all Holly felt was blinding mind shattering pleasure as she orgasmed on the spot as tentacles explored the inside of her head, touching and wriggling around her brain woithout doing any damage.

She could do nothing but lay there, trashing in pleasure as her head and mouth were invaded ny pleasurable, curious tentacles.

However once she orgasmed, something strange happened. As soon as her cum touched the tentacles, the cursed armor stopped in place, almost like it was trying to proccess what it felt. And that was what it was trying to do. It took a couple of seconds, but it came back to its senses. Mostly. Because immediately once it returned back to consciousness it slammed a tentacle into her ass and pussy, trying to drink in and absorb in more of her cum.

And it did, greedily absorbing the delicious liquid through its tentacles, enjoying the liquid ambrosia it had just tasted, and searching for more. It wriggled around in her pussy and ass, trying to find more, when it realised it had stopepd moving its other tentacles, and started teasing her breasts, fucking her mouth and her ears once more.

It understood why it was supposed to feed on cum, because what it just tasted was liquid heaven, and it was willing to fight anything and do anything to drink more and more of it. It continued fucking her holes, making her cum once more as it moved through her ears, pulling back and forth, enjoying the delicious liquid that errupted from her core as she screamed out in pleasure once more.

As the tentacles moved deeper and deeper into her head, one of them started wrapping around her brain, bringing her even more pleasure, while the other found another place to wiggle through, emerging from one of her nostrils, moving a little in the open air, before heading back inside her, moving rithmically, bringing her more and more delight as it started pounding her rougher and rougher, causing her to orgasm once more, and the cursed armor couldn't hold on anymore either, the delicious cum it was eating too much for it as it started ejaculating as well.

Safe to say, Holly was completely filled and covered in cum as the tentacles came in her ass, pussy, mouth and ears at the same time, most of her insides being painted white. Semen dribbled out of all her well fucked holes, including her ears, her head being completely filled with cum.

She couldn't feel anything but ecstasy after being covered, filled and fed the aphrodisiac, delicious, addicting cum of the living armor. And it didn't take more than 5 seconds for the tentacles to be ready once more, beginning to pound her holes, hungry for more of her sweet cum.

The pair continued fucking for more than an hour, Holly continuously being fed and her head being filled by the addictive cum, until the armor decided that was enough for now, and that it didn't want to put too much suspicion on itself by keeping a student for too long, so it asked the room if it could clean her of cum.

As soon as it did, the armor took her out of the room and dressed her at the same time, before putting her on the floor next to the room. Hopefully she'd wake up before someone came across her unconcious body.

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Holly came to wakefulness only a couple of seconds after being kicked out of the room. She got on her feet, looking around, and at the wall where the Room of Requirements was hidden. There were no signs on her that could have told anyone, even her what had happened. The only saving grace was that she didn't forget about what happened, and she'd be more prepared next time. She ignored the voice in her head that told her that there didn't have to be another encounter with the armor if she just didn't go into the room again.

She licked her lips at the thought of the vanilla tasting cum of the armor for a moment, before shaking her head, burrying the cursed thought deeper into her mind. She started making her way back to the Gryffindor tower, while trying to think of what to do to prevent that from happening again.

Suddenly, she was taken out of her thoughts when she was suddenly embraced in a suprise hug from a brown haired blur.

"HOLLY! Where were you, me and Ginny were worried about you!" Asks Hermione while hugging her.

For a moment, she considers telling a truth, but before she can even properly think about it a lie comes spilling from her lips.

"Oh, you know how it is..." She rubs the back of her head with her palm. "Practicing some more so I can stay ahead of the curve for both teaching the others and also preparing for whatever Voldemort has planned this year." She lies efortlessly.

"Why didn't you include us with you? We can help you, and also train together at the same time." Asks the brown haired girl, and Holly begins to open her mouth to answer, when a stray thought crosses her mind.

The imagine of Hermione getting fucked and filled by those tentacles as well, having accompanied her for some 'training'. Immediately she grows damp at the mental image, tries to shake it off, and fails. She blushes some more as her vivid imagination develops the mental image some more, before she's snapped out of it by Hermione.

"What was that? Are you okay?"

"I..." She opens her mouth, pauses for a moment, before continuing. "I think I overtrained a little. I'm feeling kinda tired. I'm gonna tucker in a bit earlier than usual."

"Fine. As long as you are okay." The brown haired girl pauses for a moment. "You would tell me if something happened?" She asks, slightly suspicious.

"Yes, of course!"

"Good. Now go to bed, you look really red and sweaty. Also tired, now that I look a little closer." She says as she squints her eyes at her friend.

Holly only nods her head as she goes into the girls room, changes her clothes and falls into bed, asleep the moment she hits the matress.

After practicing some more and resisting the urge to leave the room in search of more of the delicious juice of Holly, the cursed armor thought it was ready to fight the next tier of strong enemy.

It asked the room to give it a stronger enemy, and it did.

In a show of blue light, a golem made of stone crystal appeared in the middle of the room, accompanied by the glowing of crystals and the crackle of the blue flames in its chest and flowing through its limbs.

Spoiler: Crystal Golem

Immediately, the golem moved one of its arms towards the armor, blue flames dancing and crackling merrily in its arm, before they were launched towards the living armour in a trio of blue, burning missiles. The armor dodges under the blue fireballs, and they try to course correct and turn back towards it, but they don't manage to turn fast enough, crashing into the stone floor and scorching it.

The living armor stares at the blue glowing crystal surrounded by flames in the middle of the chest of the golem. It's a pretty obvious weak spot, so it leaps forward, ready to crack it with its swords, but when it swings instead of meeting the crystal, the strike is stopped by a glowing purple barrier a couple of centimetres away from the crystal.

It suddenly dodges to the side just as a massive crystal spike bursts out of the ground beneath where it had been a second ago. It is not sure if the spike would have hurt it too much, but better safe than sorry.

Then, the golem pointed its arm towards the armor a moment before it suddenly started glowing purple. A second later 5 purple missiles of magic shot out towards the cursed armor, leaving trails behind them as they flew to their target. It dodged to the side, but this time the magical projectiles sharply turned direction, continuing to follow the armor. It didn't expect that, so it recieved 5 blows to the back for its suprise, knocking it off course and to the ground.

Before it could try to move, the crystal floating in the middle of the chest of the golem started glowing, and a second later it was shooting a purple laser beam towards the cursed armor, covering the entire room in a vibrant purple colour while the sound echoing through the room was almost like a roar of triumph.

It lasted for around 5 seconds, before it died down, along with all the crystals making up the body of the golem, dimming down until they were a graysh black.

And then a sword penetrated the crystal in the middle of the golem, and the construct immediately fell apart at the seams, crumbling into a useless pile of rubble.

The armor didn't look too good, but not too bad either. Purple smoke wafted off of its form, and its body was covered in scorches, and partly melted in some parts, but apparently it was too resistant for only that to put it down.

It sat down next to a wall, exhausted from the pain it had felt. The biggest (and only) amount of pain it had ever felt in its life, it was a wonder it could still function. It stood still, and over the next few hours the burns slowly disappeared and the parts melted off started growing back.

But it was still exhausted and annoyed. But it also had learned a valuable lesson. From a single moment of hesitation and suprise it had been lasered down. If that laser had been stronger or it had been weaker it would have been melted, because it was too suprised to dodge the spells that were following it around and put itself in a vulnerable position.

It couldn't think with certainty that it wouldn't make the same mistake again, but it'll do its best not to let it happen again.

Holly was unusually silent and glum as she moved her food around in her plate without really eating anything, still thinking about the previous day. Umbridge was looking smug at her table, apparently thinking that she'd "Crushed the spirit of the Girl-Who-Lived" or something stupid like that. Holly didn't pay too much attention.

And then suddenly her brooding was interrupted by a voice coming from across the hall.

"Hey, Scarface! Why are you looking so sad? Did that oaf Weasly reject your romantic feelings or something? I wouldn't blame him, with how obviously cracked you are." Shouted Danica Malfoy, before she started giggling along with her cronies.

Holly thought for a second about what she should do, before she snapped out of her brooding. That creature may have robbed her of her virginity, but it wouldn't rob her of the pleasure of mocking Malfoy.

"Why are you asking? You gonna ask him yourself? I'm sure the two of you would make a great couple." She replied, ignoring the insulted 'Oi!' coming from the other end of the table.

Umbridge looked much less pleased now, and Malfoy had turned a beet red, similar to Ronald.

"Look, the two of you even match in shades of red!" She continued.

"Why, Potter I ought to..." She begin as she started taking her wand out, before she was interrupted by a professor.

"Miss Malfoy, what do you think you're doing pulling you wand out like that in the middle of breakfast? 25 Points from Slytherin, and 15 Points from Gryffindor for childish insults." Said McGonagall.

Holly wasn't too pleased by the points loss, but one thing stood out to here, giving her a small amount of relief. Malfoy hadn't made any allusion to what happened to her last night, so it probably wasn't another one of the plots of Voldemort. She already was pretty sure of that, since she would have probably been killed while she unconcious if it happened because of Voldemort, but further confirmation is good.

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The cursed armor wasn't pleased that it had gotten outmaneuvered so easily by the crystal golem, so instead of fighting it some more in an effort to get better, it instead decided to try to create some spells that would help defend itself from magical attacks.

The first spell it tried to create was the opposite of the Spellbreaker. It focused its magic into its swords, trying to bring about the effect it wanted.

It focused on creating a defensive spell, to protect it from spells, and as it channeled magic into them both the swords started glowing purple, magic motes and sparks of purple jumping and flying out of them, more and more gathering and floating around the two blades and between them, and soon enough more and more sparks of magic started emerging from them, until a maelstrom of purple started emerging from them, with the swords as the eye of the storm, the sound of thunder crashing and of wind howling being heard as the room was shook with the strength of the spell, and the armor realised that this wasn't a normal spell. Then the spell errupted with purple lightning, filling the room and shocking the cursed armor, blasting much of its body apart, burning and melting in some places.

Limping, bruised and burned, it crawled to the nearest wall, looking at the stump that was its leg, nothing remaining of it but melted slag on the floor. Part of its arms were missing as well, a majority of its other leg also missing. Its chest cavity looked like it was barely held together, cracked and close to shattering.

'Fuck' was the only thought crossing through its mind for a good 5 minutes or so, unable to process the loss of its limb. After that, it did the only thing it could. It asked the room for help, not for a foe to fight, but for something to help it heal and replace its lost leg.

Thankfully for it, the room answered, and a chunk of undetermined metal ended up at its feet. It was dark like the abyss, and black smog wafted off from it. The armor crawled forward towards the dark ingot until it was right next to it.

'Now what?' It thought to itself. A second later letters started appearing next to the bar.

D E V O U R

I T

Was now carved into the stone floor next to the ingot of the dark material. The cursed armor tried to do just that. It got closer to it and shakily picked up the weighty metal bar with shaky, still burned and injured armors and brought it closer to its visor, before opening it to reveal the emptiness inside, before dropping the dark into its empty self.

And suddenly things changed.

An incredibly painful transformation happened over the course of the next few hours as it assimilated the material into itself and instinctively used it to replace its missing leg.

Once the transformation had changed, a few things had changed. The fact it had a leg once more was the most important part, but not the only one. Its entire body had been improved a small to moderate amount from the ore it had just assimilated. It also knew the name of the material now. Umbral Ore. Its new and improved body was made of Umbral Ore. This change also affected its swords, which had also been improved in durability, sharpness and ability to channel magic and specifically shadow magic.

Other changes appeared as well. It somehow knew that it could much more easily meld into the shadows and disappear into them from sight completely if there is no light in an area. It could also cast shadow magic and manipulate shadows without a focus.

It was also able to cause black smoke to haft off of its body at will, but that would be mostly aesthetic and not actually useful. Still something that could scare off more intelligent but cowardly foes.

While the transformation was useful, the cursed armor would have preferred if it didn't have to do it in the first place. The pain was not worth it in its mind. But the past was the past and it couldn't be changed. Now was the time to decide what to do next.

It knew it had already majorly fucked up while trying to cast its last spell, and it didn't know how or why that happened. That meant that it could happen again if it wasn't careful. It decided to instead test out its new shadow magic. It coated its weapons in shadow magic and swung them. They looked pretty similar, though they seemed even darker when affected by the shadow magic, and they left black, shadowy smoke behind them as they were swung.

The effect looked cool, but it wasn't sure how it actually affected its attacks, so it asked the room to provide for it an Earth Golem, then trying to kill it without using anything but its swords. It still took a lot, but the combination of the familiarty it had with the golem to the improved speed, strength of its body and sharpness of the sword drastically reduced the amount of time it took to defeat it.

Next, it tried with the shadow enhanced sword. The effect was obvious. It cut more easily and cleanly through the massive monster, slicing fast and hard. It was much easier to defeat the Earth Golem, and soon enough it was turned into a pile of rubble by the armor.

After it confirmed that the shadow enhanced sword was much better, it thought about what it should do next. Try to create its new spell, or try to practice with shadow magic to see how effective it would be.

It thought about it for a couple of seconds, before deciding to try out shadow magic now, since it would be less likely to blow up in its face. It instinctively felt around for shadows, and once it felt its own shadow it grabbed onto it and tugged on it, changing and shaping it into an orb of darkness. It moved it around the room, testing how fast it is and how good it can turn, before it launcehd it into the floor, where it exploded into shadowy spikes.

Through a long hour of practicing, the armor slowly figure what it could do with shadow magic. Without using its swords the magic was relatively weak and inflexible, without much that it could do. It wasn't useless, but it wasn't powerful either. When using its swords it was much stronger, flexible and varied. It could do much more with its sword, but it already knew that well enough.

For example, it managed to create balls of black, shadowy flames that slowly rot whatever they 'burn'.

Finally, the cursed armor decided it wanted to try creating the defensive spell it planned to create alongside the catastrophically failed spell. It hoped it wouldn't fuck up so massively again, because it had no idea what it would have done if it wasn't helped by the room.

It tried covering its blade in shielding, reflective magic that would send back whatever it hit. It raised both swords high, pointed towards the sky, and focused on giving them the proprety to simply destroy any magic it would hit. And slowly, over the course of the next couple of seconds the blades turned from their shadowy black colour to a dull, metallic grey. The cursed armor wasn't sure if it would funtion as it intended, but it'd have to try to see if the spell worked against a Crystal Golem.

Honestly suprised about how much lore I'm putting into the story. Could this be an actual serious story, and not just porn? Very suprising.

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The cursed armor swung its sword back and forth for a couple of minutes, trying to make sure that it wouldn't literally blow up in its face. Thankfully it didn't.

As soon as it was sure that the spell wouldn't explode in its hands, it asks the room for the crystal mage once more, this time ready to defeat it in a true fight, not by striking it down after it left itself vulnerable with a powerful attack. So, it asks the room for another crystal golem to fight.

The golem appears out of nowhere, the sound of crackling flames and glowing crystals announcing its presence loud and clear. It doesn't take it more than a second to raise its hand to charge up an attack and launch 3 flaming balls of fire towards the cursed armor.

It dodges them easily, rolling under them and continuing to run towards the golem. It dodges to the side just a sharp crystal pillar breaks out of the floor at an angle aimed at the place it had been a second prior, continuing to head towards the crystal golem.

A second later, and the armor is upon the golem, slicing at the black stone making up its massive hands, which seems much more resistant to damage than the earth golem. That attribute is offset by the fact that this golem is still more than 3 times smaller than the earth golem, so even if it takes more to damage it, its still not even close in toughness to the other one.

Suddenly, sharp crystals are falling down towards the armor, created by the golem with one arm pointing towards the ceiling and glowing a deep purple. The crystals fell with force into the floor of the chamber as the armor dodged, easily sinking into the stone floor without accomplishing anything.

Then, the magical construct was pointing one of its hands towards the armor, and 5 magical missiles flew out of there and towards its adversary. And this time, instead of trying to roll out of the way to dodge the tracking projectile, it simply sliced through them at incredible speeds, its gray, metallic sword tearing the magical projectiles apart and causing them to simply disappear without a trace.

The living armor continued moving, slicing at the body of the crystal golem while dodging and slicing through its attacks, slowly getting better and better at it, until it could continously attack it without stopping, dodging and slicing through all projectiles while tearing at the body of the golem with its swords.

Eventually, when it was on its last legs, the golem completely stopped for a moment. Then, with a deafeningly loud sound of energy gathering, the core of the golem errupted to life, glowing in an incredibly bright light for a couple of moments as the air became charged with static electricity as the room, before a blindingly bright purple laser beam shot towards the armor.

It wasn't hit, having begun running away the moment it realised what the golem was doing. And good thing it did, because this laser beam was much larger, stronger, and it lasted longer. It only ended about 15 seconds later, and at least a quarter of the room had been destroyed and burned away in the attack, including the golem itself. Nothing remained of it.

After considering its options for a minute, the cursed armor decided that it wouldn't try to fight the next tier of strength the room could provide for now, considering how much strength this one had. Instead, it would rest for a small amount of time, before honing its skills and magic some more until it was completely confident. Maybe also stare at the lesson that Holly would teach to get some more inspiration from her, because for now it couldn't think of anything.

So, it just laid down against a wall, and stayed still for a good couple of hours.

Revenge.

That was the only thing occupying Holly's mind for the last couple of days.

Or at least that's what she told herself, because in truth, that was far from accurate. Not to say that the revenge wasn't on her thoughts, but it was definitely not the only feeling in her.

For the last couple of days she felt a lot of unusual things. She always felt unusually horny and aroused, which led her to masturbate multiple times per day under her covers while making sure Hermione, Lavender or Parvati didn't find out. Very embarrassing, and it would have been even more embarrassing if any of them found out. Her cheeks turned red and heated up just at the thought, and to her shame, her lust increased even more at the thought.

She had also felt incredibly hungry for the last few days. No matter how much food she shovelled into her mouth like she was starving to death, she never felt satisfied for some reason. Malfoy even compared her to Ronald, the fucking bitch. She knew that she had been a little less... graceful, these last days, but that was just asking to get cursed. Sadly, she couldn't actually accomplish that.

It was just another lunch when she had a wandering thought about who was making all this food.

So she asked Hermione. After she finished chewing and swallowing the food, of course. She wasn't similar to Ronald, no matter what Malfoy said.

"Hey, 'Mione? Where does all this food come from? Like, who makes all this food for us? Is there like, some kind of kitchen staff that we never met?" Holly asked her friend.

"Oh! Yes, I know the answer to that. I don't remember why, but I was curious and asked McGonagall the same question last year! Apparently, the Hogwarts kitchen is run by some magical constructs called 'Servant Golems' that are powered by magic. From what I understood from her explanation, they're similar to muggle Sci-Fi robots in theory, only they obviously work off of magic. Something about enchanting magic being weaved into their being as they are constructed or something. There's also some kind of magical creatures called 'House Elves' that take care of the harder to reach or clean places, but there aren't too many of them, because they ask incredibly expensive wages, so the school only hires about a dozen of them." She says in a long winded explanation.

"Mmmhm." Replied Holly, who had a mouth full of food once more, and stopped paying attention about a third way through Hermiones answer.

Eventually she finished with the food and left for the library, trying to find some spells or knowledge to help her get her revenge. So far she hadn't found anything about living armors, and certainly not about tentacled armors, so she was out of luck there.

Instead, she went to the nearest abandoned classroom to try practicing out some of the new spells she found in the library that she hoped would be useful against the monster.

The first spell she tried was apparently called 'Magic Missile'. It was pretty weal in strength, probably not even enough to kill someone with only one hit, probably not two or three either. It was basically a concussive force, like a getting hit by a bat, only in spell form. What stood out to her from this spell was the fact that it could home in to its target even if they dodged, and it sounded exactly like what she'd need.

The second one was a more focused cold spell that was used mostly to turn any terrain into one with a floor made out of sharp icicles and cold ice. She hoped that it would damage the armor a little, or at least slow it down from its unrelenting march.

The third one was a lightning spell. Incredibly energy intensive, but she hoped that it would be fast and strong enough to hit and do some damage to the cursed armor. It was also fitting for her, considering her scar.

Thinking about it a little more, she decided that later on she'd look for more lightning spells. The ability to throw lightning around sounded incredibly useful to her.

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The armor was much more... relaxed the next following days, not doing too much, just waiting mostly while practicing its skills against a very high number of enemies. So, it didn't truly relax, but it also didn't fight anything that could also challenge to much.

Instead, it was eagerly waiting for the students to come into its room once more so it could learn some more from Holly Potter, then feed off of her some more. It especially wanted to do the second one, considering how pleasurable it had been the first time, so it could barely wait.

Eventually, the students gathered in the room once more, with Holly to teach them once more, though she did give the living armor the side eye every now and again.

Holly was definitely annoyed to see the living armor still there, just standing still and acting like its not a living, probably not breathing tentacle monster. So, after having the other students train for half an hour, and shownig off some more basic spells for another couple of minutes, she decided to do something some would call... bold, while others would call it unbelievably stupid.

"Now, I want all of you to stop, and watch the duel I'm about to fight. It's meant to highlight what usually happens in a fight against a vastly superior opponent, and that fleeing is always the preferable outcome to dying. Now you, come here." She says as she points at the dark suit of armor near one of the walls. Some of the students look strangely at her. "Yes, you, you annoying piece of... an armor. Move forwards and fight me, or I'll hurl some fireballs at you instead." She says, and that causes the armor to actually start moving, much to the suprise to some of the nearby wizards and witches, who quickly backed off from the rather intimidating armor.

"This is an... enchanted suit of armor that I had a... friendly spar with after the last class. Watch this fight closely. Do you have any preparations for before the fight? If yes, do them now." She orders the armor, and to the suprise of many it does move, raising its blades towards the sky for several seconds. Then, with a small flash of light, the blades go from their nearly pitch black dark to a dull, metallic grey.

The cursed armor then points its blades towards Holly, ready for the fight to begin.

With a flourish of her wand, she quickly unleashed three purple spells that started homing onto the living armor as soon as they emerged from her wand.

The armor sprung forwards at an incredible speed, and quickly slashed through the three missiles, deleting them from reality. It stopped for a moment, then resumed walking towards Holly at an incredibly slow speed, despite how quickly it could move, as it just showed. The slow clank, calnk of metal boots upon the stone floor was heard loud and clear as everyone in the room held their breath in anticipation, wondering what would happen next.

And what happened next is that Holly covered the entire stage in ice and frozen spikes. The clank of metal on stone turned into the crunch crunch of ice getting shattered, each step the living armor took shattering ice and leaving cracked footsteps into the ground due to its sheer weight. None of the icicle spikes even left a scratch on it, and similarly it wasn't slowed for even a moment by the icy, slippery floor. It just continued single-mindedly walking towards the black haired girl.

She was beginning to panic, seeing that once again, no matter what she tried against her pursuer nothing would work. But she didn't pull out her last card yet, instead bringing into existence some heavy, metal chains, the animating them and banishing them towards the armor, trying to wrap them around it and immobilise it. In response, it simply and cleanly cut through the chains, rendering them macgicless once more, and splitting them in two, as well as causing their form to waver for a few moments, as if they were about to disappear.

Next, she tried something else. She started conjuring animals upon animals, trying to distract her opponent, creating tigers, bears, crows, swarms of wasps, boars, trying to keep it occupied and unable to dodge. Then, she created and launched a spear of ice towards the metal monster, trying to pierce through its undoubtedly strong armor.

Instead of doing anything she had expected, it bent its legs for less than half a second, before leaping into the air a good four meters, avoiding the ice spear, and coming back down on the animals, crushing one or two to the death while stabbing another two. It continued slicing throug them, spilling the entire stage in blood, viscera and gore, causing several people to vomit from the sight, even if the blood, organs and animals were 'fake', the still looked, sounded and felt very real.

This repeated several times, Holly conjuring more and more animals in an effort to keep up with the sheer killing power of the cursed armor, and occasionally trying to nail it with a ice spear, or another spell she hoped would work. No chance, it just kept dodging the spells, and smearing the entire stage in blood and gore from the creatures Holly summoned. It was a literal blood bath, the stage being flooded with an incredible amount of blood, and the armor being covered head to toe in bright red blood and other organic bits. Several of the spectators closer to the stage were covered in blotches and splashes of blood because of how violently the armor slaughtered the animals Holly sent it.

Eventually, Holly started slowing down in casting speed, managing to create less and less animals until she realised she was just tiring herself out without managing to truly do anything. So, instead of wasting her time and precious energy on making a stream of animals ready for slaughter, she decided to pull out her last ditch effort, the lightning spell she had learnt a while ago.

"POTENS FULGUR!" She shouts out while soing some complicated wand motions. At the moment she finishes speaking the spell, her wand sparked with power for a second, before it unleashed an incredibly strong and fast lightning bolt, illuminating the entire room in bright, flashing ligh and flooding the room with the sound of thunder, blinding and deafening everyone, while launching her across the stage due to the sheer strength of the spell, nearly causing her to hit a wall.

The armor was similarly launched the moment it was hit by the lightning, unable to dodge because of its magnificent speed, sending it into the room and severly cracking its chetplate, also leaving a small hole at the point it hit. It took several seconds, but it managed to find its way back to its feet, and grab its swords from the ground right next to where it fell. And it started slowly making its way towards Holly.

Holly couldn't see anything because of the bright light that she flashed across her eyeballs, and also couldn't see the tentacle monster because of the cloud of smoke that covered its position because of the lightning spell. Still, she hoped the spell she cast would be enough to keep the monster down, for at least a little time with how much she invested into it. She was trembling all over and she didn't think she could make her way back on her feet without help, and probably wouldn't be able to remain standing without help. Imagine her horror when she started to distantly hear the determined clank, clank of the cursed armor through the ringing in her ears from the loud thunder. And she heard it louder and louder as her enemy approached and the ringing died down.

All of the students watched as the living armor approached her, and when it finally reached her it brought one of its swords to her throat, while bringing its other sword high into the air.

Holly feared that the creature would try to fuck her while all of the students she taught were watching. She felt both relieved and disappointed for some reason, that instead of trying to rape her with an audience of a lot of people, it simply lifted the sword it held to her throat after 5 seconds, and instead brought both of them into the air, as if enoying the cheering of some inexistent crowd, while banging together its swords in victory, causing a terrible and loud ruckus.

And then it simply headed back to where it was standing at the beginning of the lesson, ignoring the fearful, impressed and admirative looks the wizards and witches sent it. It just settled down on the wall and started resting, the cracks in its chest slowly getting smaller and smaller over the course of minutes.

Hermione came up to Holly and helped her to her feet while also scolding her.

"You said you were 'practicing' when you stayed behind last week! This is not fucking practicing, this is incredibly advanced combat training! Is this what you were doing when you stayed back last week, fighting against this... this... monstrosity?!" She started, annoyed at her friend. "Who knows how it works?! It could have killed you, accidentally or intentionally for fuck's sake!" She continued, angry at Holly for putting herself in danger like that.

Holly just nodded her head in response while holding onto her for support, legs trembling in exhaustion as Hermione helped her back to the stage, before hepling her sit down at the edge of the podium.

"A-alright people, I guess the rest of today I'll have to teach you more by telling than by showing you how to do spells." She said.

She continued teaching over the next hour and a half, mostly managing to ignore the impressed, admirative and awed looks sent to her and the armor from their impressive showing.

Most of the students attending decided there and then that maybe they should believe a little more in the rumours about her fighting and killing a basilisk, of fighting off a horde of dementors and of the return of Voldemort, because there was simply no way she was just making that up when she was so skilled with magic.

Eventually class passed, and everyone started to leave. By this time Holly managed to get some rest and wasn't literally trembling in her boots anymore because of how exhausted she was. But instead of leaving, like she should have reasonably done, she stayed rooted in place, glancing at the still prone armor that had mostly healed from the damaged she had done to it, wondering to herself why she wasn't leaving. It was completely stupid of her, knowing what the rape monster had in store for her, yet she couldn't find it within herself to get up and leave from her spot for some unknowable reason.

It didn't take too long for most of the people to leave, and once Hermione noticed she still hadn't moved from her spot.

She sighed and came over to her friend, hands on her hips like an annoyed mother about to scold you for everything you have and haven't done.

"Hollyyyyy?" She started.

"Yes, Hermione?"

"Are you planning to fight the suit of armor that beat you barely an hour ago again?" She continued, exasperated at her dumbass friend.

"Yes, I am." She lied through her teeth.

"Why? You aren't going to accomplish anything when you're this exhausted! You might as well head back to the dorm to rest and fight it some other day." Hermione offered a reasonable solution. Too bad Holly wasn't being too rational at the moment.

"I want to train more, I need to get better and better as quick as possible if I want to survive Voldemort. If I had been just a smidgen less lucky back in the graveyard I would be gone now. So I'll push myself as hard as I can to get stronger and more skilled." She managed to somehow effortlessly lie to Hermione.

Hermione stayed silent for a couple more seconds, before huffing in annoyance.

"Fine! But don't complain to me if you're too battered, bruised and tired to function tomorrow!" She told her friend, before leaving the room, leaving Holly alone once more. Only not quite completely alone.

It didn't take more than a couple of seconds for the cursed armor to start slowly moving towards the raven haired girl, this time at least a little more cautiously than all the other times, considering how strong she truly was, or at least that she was capable of hurting it and possibly killing it if she gets lucky or it gets stupid or reckless. Still, it moved forwards, wary, but still determined to taste her sweet nectar once more.

She starts to half-heartedly fight, creating branches and vines and roots to slow and tangle the cursed armor, while creating some animals for it to fight, some wolves, some bears, a lot of crows and swarms of wasps and bees directed towards the armor. However, she created fewer animals compared to their previous fight, and she also didn't manage to create them with the same speed that she had previously managed, being downright slow compared to how fast she conjured animals out of thin air at the beginning of their previous fight.

The armor easily advanced and cut through them, constantly advancing and moving forward despite the animals hounding it, trying to bite or scratch or claw or sting it. But none of them managed to do anything, either because they were cut down before they could even attempt to hurt it, or because they were so laughably weak it could safely ignore them without being hurt at all.

It didn't take very long for the living armor to reach the girl constantly creating creatures for it to fight. She was trembling when it simply grabbed her from the ground and held her in the air. She started wriggling and kicking at the armor, trying to get out of its grasp. Needless to say, she was not succesful.

A giant, soft and fluffy bed appeared in one of the corners of the room the moment the living armor asked for it, and it didn't take long at all for it to start heading towards the bed while still holding the girl.

She was still struggling in place, when she felt her robes and clothes get ripped off her body by the metal gauntlets of the monster that was about to rape her. And as she glanced down Holly cursed at both herself and the rapey monster that was restraining her when she realised how wet she was from being pushed down onto the bed and having her clothes torn off.

And then tentacles started coming out of the armor, advancing on her vulnerable, exposed body and privates. Suddenly her pussy was being rubbed and teased by a red tentacle, moving around her opening, threatening to enter her and fuck her, but without actually starting to. Another one started doing the same to her backdoor, rubbing against her asshole and pushing against it without truly entering her, instead groping and pressing itself against her soft ass, the cursed armor enjoying the softness on its tentacle.

"Aaahnn~ W-why is this so good? Fucking... nhg... tentacle monster..." She groans in pleasure, looking up to the looming armor with tentacles coming out of it, eyes hazed over with lust and desire, but also reluctance and disgust. Holly was both incredibly horny and hungry for more of the tentacle cum, but also despised the idea that she'd get raped some more by a monster.

Next she couldn't stop herself from moaning as tentacles started teasing her breasts, some groping them lightly, others tightening around them like they were trying to milk her, others teasing her nipples, wrapping around them and moving around them. She couldn't do anything but moan in pleasure as the tentacles toyed with her massive mammaries.

And as a tentacle thrust between the valley of her tits to enjoy her softness and getting an unwilling boobjob, the others also rammed themselves into her lower holes, pleasurably filling her ass and pussy at the same time, causing her to throw her head back in pleasure as she orgasmed around the tentacles that started relentlessly pounding her.

"NGhhhhh~ Haah~" She couldn't restraing herself from making some filthy sounds, mewling and groaning in pleasure as she was turned into a sex toy for a disgusting yet hot tentacle monster. And the tentacle monster raping her didn't hesitate for a moment to go to town on her pussy with multiple tentacles, eager for more of the sweet juice she released with each of her climaxes.

More and more tentacles started wrapping around her, moving around her arms, her legs, her shoulders, her back and in many other places, completely restraining her and while forcing her to endure the fleshy feeling of those tentacles all across her body.

Then she felt the feeling of two much thinner tendrils prodding at her ear cannals, and the fight was suddenly reignited in her, some small part of her mind telling her that she shouldn't allow the tentacles access to her head again, while a much bigger part of her mind tried, and failed, to convince her to just let the tentacles enter her without struggle.

"Fucking-haah- piece of-nghhh-shit! Don't you-ngaaaah- fucking daaaaare~" She started, trying to move her head despite the tentacle coiled around her neck, unwilling to let some tentacles access to her brain. But she couldn't manage that, and as the twin tentacles thrust into her ears, her angry shouting and struggles turned into a pleased, lusty grin with her tongue lolled out of her mouth, while her eyes rolled up and her expression turned to exctasy and her words turned from angry and scared to pleased and happy moans.

She started howling in pleasure as her the tentacles in her ears started moving back and forth, the special, magical tendrils of the cursed armor turning a painful, possibly lethal experience of getting her ears and brain penetrated to a nearly mind-shattering act of pleasure as her ears were turned into erogenous zones solely for the creature currently ear fucking her.

And then she climaxed from the sheer pleasure she got from being fucked in her head, the tentacles in her pussy eagerly lapping at her dripping cunt, functioning like tongues for the cursed armor to taste her sweet and delicious cum. Obviously, it didn't stop there, and as soon as her orgasm started slowing, it resumed its eager thrusts, letting only her mouth rest, enjoying the moans and mewls of pleasure she let out as she got fucked in the ass, pussy, ears and brain without any physical damage.

Tentacles continued roaming across her body, pinching, rubbing and touching every spot of her body, trying to figure which spot of her body gave the greatest result, and thus far her ears had turned out to be the biggest pleasure point for the green eyed girl.

It didn't take too much more time for the cursed armor to begin orgasming as well, and its tentacles started filling up Holly with cum. The tentacles in her head starting pumping her full of cum as well, and she went cross eyed as her brain was literally covered in highly addictive, aphrodisiastic, delicious jizz. Very bad for ones mental state, but very pleasurable for the girl who twitched there in pleasure as she orgasmed from the experience.

The tendrils then exited her ears, letting the cum that they stopped in place like a cap start to flow out of her ear canals, the white sticky fluid covering her shoulders and hair as it slowly stained more of her body. Not that her body could be any more stained, considering the tentacles didn't just cum in inside her, but outside her as well, covering her entire body in cum. And it didn't take too long for her to recover from the temporal shut down of her mind from pleasure, which promted her to start greedily licking herself clean of cum, enjoying the tasty cum that she was covered in, filling both her nutritional needs and her addiction needs.

"Mhmhhhh~" She moaned as she lapped at herself, devouring and drinking as much of the sweet and salty cum as she could. "Why is this soooo gooooood~" She let out, happiness filling her voice as she continued letting out filthy sounds while licking herself clean.

And then the tentacles started moving again, and she pounced towards them, as she eagerly started to suck on the biggest and longest one she could find, determined to get more semen from the tentacle monster that had raped her multiple times now.

Suddenly, she remembered how much she hated the fact that she ot raped by this very tentacle monster that she was now eagerly lapping at and sucking off. Instead of backing off and getting away from the source of delicious, tasty treats, her mind made a leap that could be called a little... bat shit insane.

So, instead of stopping and stepping away from the rape monster, she decided on a different solution to the problem. If she hated getting raped by this monster so much, a very easy and simple solution was apparent to the black haired girl. Simply give her consent and she wouldn't be raped anymore, simple as that. She popped her mouth of the delicious tentacle of the cursed armor to say something.

"Mhhmm~ Absolutely delicious." She began as she licked her lips in satisfaction. "You wouldn't mind if I came over here everyday to get fucked and filled in all of my holes by your amazing tentacles, would you?" She asked, and the armor shook its head in denial.

"Amazing! I definitely lucked out with this! Anyway, could we also do some actual training as well before or after we have amazing, mind breaking sex? Because I love this and all, and I don't want this to end because I get murdered by some assholes. I also don't want to get murdered in general." She explained and asked the living armor, and it just gave her a thumb up in agreement.

"Nice!" She exclaimed, before giving a kiss to the tip of its tentacle, then getting back to deepthroating it with the goal of milking the tentacle monster of all its cum, same goal as it had from her.

Holly came out of the Room of Requirements limping, but completely clean and with a happy smile on her face as she made her way over to the Gryffindor tower.

Hermione notices her and goes up to her the moment she enters the room, ready to scold her about her decision, before thinking better of it, and dragging Holly into the dorm first so they would have a little more privacy.

"Honestly Holly, look at you! You're clearly overtraining, with how you're trembling all over. One more hour of training won't change wether you can survive Voldemort or not." She tells her, worried.

"Maybe an hour now wouldn't change the outcome, but an hour of heavy, brutal training every day is going to be pretty noticeable and effective." She countered, despite the fact she hadn't done any training after everyone else left.

"Sigh... I know Holly, but I can't help but worry about your health. I don't want you to start having health problems because of how much you train. I don't know what's a reasonable amount of training for a day, and at what point the training is doing more damage to your body than it is fixing. I just don't know..." She laid out her worries more clearly.

"I'm gonna try to be more careful, but... I'm definitely going to be training against that armor everyday. Not that I think I'll ever actually beat it or anything." She informs Hermione, who blinks in confusion for a moment.

"What do you mean? You nearly beat it this time, with that lightning spell?" She asks, confused.

"It took it less than 10 seconds for it to recover from that and get up towards to me with only a few cracks in its chest, and it definitely took me longer to recover than that. Plus, it can adapt to my tactics and dodge whatever I send towards it, as you saw with the many, many spells and animals I sent towards it. And you obviously saw how slow it was moving with its legs, and how fast it could actually move when it tried to."

Hermione looks a little green at the mention of the animals, but quickly shakes it off.

"Hmmm, that is true... do you think that it's actually intelligent? Like, actually sapient or sentient, like us, and unlike the other suits of armor in the school? Is it possibly a protector of the school, like the Basilisk, only created by one of the other Founders and uncorrupted?" She asked questions while thinking about the possibility of the cursed armor being as intelligent as humans, very interested now that an interesting line of research was revealed to her.

"Hmmm, there is a distinct possibility that it is intelligent..." She started saying, before she remembered their first interactions and snapped her fingers in realisation. "OH! Yeah, I just remembered our first interaction, and it is definitely capable of understanding human language and of intelligent thought, though not of speech as far as I've seen. When I first saw it I tried to ask it if it was a minion of Voldemort, but it didn't even know who Voldemort was! I had to inform it, and whenever I asked it a question it coulnd only nod or shake its head to answer." She continued, before pausing for a moment as she heard the sound of a quill scratching a surface, and looked at her friend, who was busy with writing down something.

"Oh, don't mind me! I'm simply making a research notebook to try to figue out more things about it! Please continue." Hermione said while continuing to write what she learned from Holly.

"Aaaaanyway. It's combat power is pretty amazing, and I'm not sure if our entire DA group take it on, all of us together. I also looked it up in the library. Or more accurately, tried to, because I couldn't find any kind of information on it or something similar to it." Holly decided to keep explaining it to Hermione, who continued hastily writing it all down.

Holly spent the next hour or so talking about what she knew about the living armor, without revealing any of the more unusual acts the two of them did together.

This chapter is fucking funny. Mostly the incredibly unrealistic sex. I don't regret writing this at all.

Anyway, Holly was very resistant to the whole 'getting addicted to tentacle jizz' because of her canonical resistance to mind control, so everyone else other than Voldemort and other important characters will fall far more easily.

Anyway, the current plan for the characters getting tentacle'd is:

Holly Hermione Ginny Luna Danica (FemDraco)

Any suggestions about who I should add next?

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I already have plans for what the next enemy will be. Muahahaha

After Holly left its room, the cursed armor decided that it was time to start training far more heavily, and try to prepare for the next enemy the room will offer it, since the last one was already strong enough to severly hurt and injure it. This time it would be more careful and better prepared to face whatever enemy awaited it next time.

So, it decided to try to spice things up a little, mix things up instead of just fight one type of enemy at a time.

'Room, 50 Armors, 5 Gargoyles, 2 Earth Golems, 1 Crystal Golem.' The living armor asked the room, and it complied, creating a veritable army in a single instant. Most of the entities summoned started heading towards the cursed armor, and it immediately started sprinting through the room, heading towards the farthest corner of the room, and trying to cast its anti-magic spells.

Sadly, the gargoyles interrupted it before it could do that, and it was forced to stop the casting to defend itself. The 5 Gargoyles surrounded it, and it started swinging its swords at fast speeds, blocking all of the swipes and strikes of the gargoyles one after the other, when suddenly it realised that the Crystal Golem sent a few attacks towards it, some Magic Missiles.

Luckily, having a lot of opponents wasn't all downsides, so instead of trying to dodge out of the way of the spells, it grabbed one of the marble gargoyles and used it as a meatshield, or a stoneshield more accurately. The manhandled gargoyle blocked the magical missiles, but it was also ruined, most of its back having been blasted apart.

Then the cursed armor dodge rolled away from where it stood, a second later a crystal spike shooting out of the ground and impaling one of the poor marble golems to the wall, killing it nearly instantly. The monster ran forwards, swords pointed to its enemies, slicing and cutting through enchanted suits of armor as it sprinted and dodged the magical attakcs of the crystal golem.

None of the present enemies were truly fast enough to catch up to it. The gargoyles were speedy, but not fast enough to catch up to it, and none of the other constructs were as fast as the flying gargoyles.

It didn't take long at all to whittle down the number of armors, using them as shields in case of any magic missiles attack, the cursed armor otherwise dodging the attacks of the Crystal Golem. It didn't take too long to get rid of the many enchanted armors, and it decided to move from there to the gargoyles.

Shattering their hands and claws wasn't hard, and soon enough the marble constructs were spread across the stone floor in cracked pieces, their remains a sharp contrast against the grey stone that the floor was made of.

Realising that using the crystal golem against the stone golems would be the most effective and easy wasn't too hard of a connection to make, so as soon as it started hounding them, it madesure to dodge their attacks and lead them in the most optimal path for them to accidentally get hit by the attacks of the crystal golem. Getting impaled through the legs, being hit with magic missiles, having their back cut into by a cutting laser, being blasted by bluish fire and having their outseides mildly melted by their allies was much more efficient than slowly cutting them apart with precise slashes after making them overextend.

When a crystal spike started forming far, far into the air above the cursed armor with a purple flash, the monster noticed, and realised the opportunity it just recieved because of this. So, it changed course and moved backwards in just the right direction to cause the earth golem closer to it to step beneath the now falling crystal spike. The two metre long falling projectile nailed the earth golem right on its head, ending its life on the spot, and causing its form to crumble into many smaller stone boulders, chunks of earth and tree roots.

Sadly the cursed armor couldn't make the crystal golem do the same mistake again, and impale the second earth golem through the head, but the gigantic golem still managed to absorb all the spells the crystal one sent, gradually getting more and more wrecked and ruined, mostly at its back. This time it was the cursed armor that did the finishing touches. The earth golem was barely still holding together, and it didn't take much effort for the armor to jump onto it and impale it through the its head with both its swords, ending the magic holding the stone golem together.

Last remaining was the crystal golem, still futely shooting fireballs, spikes, magic projectiles and lasers towards the living armor, not accomplishing anything of note. It doesn't take too much more for the cursed armor to start striking at the shield protecting the crystal golems core from being destroyed.

It attacked, slashing and swinging over and over at the magical shield of the golem, dodging or strategically tanking the projectiles of the magical opponent. Over the course of the next couple of minutes the cursed armor slowly wore down the shield of its opponent, and eventually the magic in place couldn't hold anymore, the shield shattering into dozens of pieces for a split second, before dissipating out of existence. With a quick step forward and a harsh and direct stab, the cursed armor pierced through the floating purple crystal, utterly shattering it in just one strike, the pieces scattering everywhere in the room, while the body of the golem just fell to the ground, and all traces of life, even if artificial, gone.

In the end, the armor stood triumphant in a room scattered with battered, shattered and twisted suits of armor, limbs, chunks and pieces of white marble, boulders and roots and clumps of earth, and the lifeless body of the crystal golem. Then everything disappeared out of existence, the room squeaky clean once more, as if no fight had happened at all in this place.

Then it asked the room to create even more enemies for it to fight once more, to get even better at fighting hordes of enemies.

Holly and Hermione were at the library, searching through the books about strange and unusual magical creatures to try and find the living armor that lives in the Room of Requirements. Its not like it could be unique to Hogwarts, right?

The two of them did spend a good 2-3 hours searching for anything even remorely similar to it, to no avail. Nothing similar to it could be found no matter how much and hard they searched for information.

Hermione looked about ready to slam the book closed and just bang her head on a desk. She didn't do that, however it was a near thing. Instead she just groaned in annoyance and put the book back onto its place on the shelf and then grabbed her head in her hands and put her elbows on the table.

"Ughhh. Why is it so hard to find any kind of information on it? There's not even a mention of the existence of a magical creature that looks like a suit of armor. Honestly!" She complained to Holly.

"Look on the bright side. At least its not on Voldemorts side and isn't planning to kill anyone, probably. Hopefully. But I doubt it, it had plenty of opportunities to kill me if it wanted to, and its not like anyone would have found it out." Holly said.

"That's basically the only saving grace. When can I meet it to give it a closer look and take some notes of its anatomy myself instead of just asking you for information?" She asked, distracting herself from the failure in research by looking for more avenues of research.

Holly blushed lightly and stuttered out a response.

"U-um, m-maybe later, dfeinitely not today, hehe..." She nervously laughed, ignoring the suspicious look that Hermione gave her.

"Fine." But if you don't take me with you soon I'll just sneak to it myself. She thought to herself, eager for more knowledge and information about an ellusive magical creature like the one she had found now. Well, more accurately would be that Holly found it, but that's just semantics.

The two girls spent some more time in the library, looking through books in search os something, anything at all related to the magical creature they found, but nothing. Eventually the two of them were interrupted by someone else.

"Hey! Hi Holly, Hermione. I know you spent the last few hours or so looking for information on that armored monster thing. Honestly, I'm suprised that you also joined with looking through books for it Holly, but not really important I guess. What I'm trying to say is that you should probably take a break. Just got back from Quidditch practice actually. Obviously not as good as you, but we'll make do with what we can." Said Ginny, while Holly scowled at the reminder she was banned from playing.

But she did decide to get out of the library for the day and do something else. Coincidentally, that something else might possibly getting tentacled down into a fluffy mattress. Maybe. She'll see.

So she makes her way towards the 7th floor and goes to the Room of Requirements, and enters it, only to find herself in a battlefield, the room being filled with the metal carcasses of no longer animated suit of armors, chunks of marble and a lot of still living enchanted armors. She just stayed silent while looking at the spectacle, staring as the hot tentacle monster she fucked just the day before utterly wrecked an entire army with only a pair of swords and no magic.

Suffice to say, watching that made her incredibly horny, but she couldn't do anything about it because the living armor was still busy with fighting golems and dodging the myriad of spells sent to it every half a second or so. It was barely able to keep up as spike after spike was shot after it, fireballs were thrown to melt it and magical missiles followed after it, though it managed to easily slice through them and cancel them since it didn't forget to apply the anti-magical property to its swords this time. Still, the fight looked grueling, and the only reasong it looked like it was actually winning was the incredible amount of friendly fire the crystal golems commited.

Holly stared on in shock at what she was seeing, and sat down to continue watching over the course of the next quarter of an hour or so as the cursed armor slowly killed and got rid of golem after golem, eventually getting rid of all the earth ones and moving onto the crystal ones. The thing she was shocked the most about was the speed at which it moved. She knew it could move fast, but she didn't realise the sheer speed at which it could truly move whenever it wanted, and how much she didn't ever stand a chance against it, no matter what she had done.

She simply stayed at the entrance of the room as the cursed armor cleared the room of all golems and constructs. Time pased by, and eventually the living armor managed to clear the entire room of all constructs. And then all signs of battle were erased, all the shattered constructs disappearing from existence.

The armor turned, and finally noticed her presence. It moved towards her, and grabbed her. A second later a fluffy bed appeared in one of the corners of the room, and the cursed armor picked up Holly in a princess carry and started moving towards the bed.

"Eep! A bit abrupt there, but whatever. You're gonna fuck me... uhhhhh..." She began, blushing hotly and rubbing herself against the chestplate of the creature, before stopping midsentence, unsure of how to continue. She wanted to call the armor a pet name or a endearment or something, but she couldn't think of anything seductive or hot to call it.

However, that train of thought couldn't be continued for the moment, because a few seconds later her clothes were being torn off of her, and she was being stuffed full of tentacles in all her holes, and loudly moaning in pleasure from the feeling.

That would continue for quite a good while.

Holly walked out of the Room of Requirments with a self satisfied grin on her face, happy about the result of her 'training' while she made her way back to Griffyndor tower, where she met up with Ginny and Hermione, and started alongside them the much more annoying and unpleasent task of doing homework, but nothing to be done about that but accomplish it as fast and good as she could to get more free time.

Occasionally she wondered how it would be if she 'introduced' Hermione, or maybe Ginny to the tentacle monster, but she mostly tried to shake off those thoughts, despite the blush and arousal they brought to her. Being horny while doing homework is counterproductive after all, and she wanted some more free time instead of suffering hours upon hours of homework because she fantasized instead of working.

It took far too long for her preference to complete her DADA homework, but she would also prefer not to have to carve words into her skin because the bitchy teacher decided to give her detention for not completing the work.

"Hello there, dearest Holly!" Suddenly chimes up a voice from behind her just as she finishes her homework. She looks over shoulder and sees George and Fred looking about ready to burst from exictement.

"Truly, we are most fortunate to have a partner as generous as you!" Says the other twin.

Holly rolls her eyes, before putting the homework away and turning to the twins.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Do you need something from me or what?"

"No, no, no!" Begins one.

"Quite the opposite, actually!" Continues the other.

"We were just wondering-"

"About the possibility of that incredibly strong armor helping us in our experiments!"

Holly felt both suprised and suspicious about the idea.

"What kind of experiments are you talking about?" She asks, wondering about why they wouldn't just do it themselves.

They both rub their heads in embarassment at the same.

"Well, you see..."

"These experiments we want to try..."

"They aren't the safest ones..."

"Quite the opposite actually."

"We want to be sure that if our experiments go out of control or something that they arent gonna go rampaging through the school or multiplying on their own, and causing quite a bit of chaos."

"Because while we would like to cause quite a bit of chaos to Madame Umbridge, we don't really want anyone innocent getting caught in the blasts, heh." Laughed one, causing the other to also let out a chuckle.

Holly was pensieve for a moment, before nodding her head.

"Fine, I'll introduce you to it, and it can decide on its own if it wants to help you two or not. As long as you explain everything in detail that is." She says as she narrows her eyes in annoyance.

The two of them pause in suprise, looking between eachother, then back at her.

"'It can decide on its own'? Wait, its actually sentient? And smart?" As they begin to grin.

"Why didn't you say that from the start, dearest Holly? This is quite the prospect, collaborating with an intelligent non-human, who knows what we could create together..." The other said, as both began to grin, and hurried out of the room.

Holly just shook her head, and took her homeword to her dorm so it wouldn't get lost. After that, she heads back to the common room and bumps into Hermione.

"Ah, Holly. Did you finish the homework for DADA?" She asks her once they bumps into each other. Holly rolls her eyes and nods her head.

"Yes, yes, I did. Anyway, apparently the twins are going to try to convince the armor to partake in their experiments." She decides to mention, since its mildly relevant to what they had done for most of the last day. Hermione apparently didn't like that too much from how she was scowling.

"They're going to WHAT?! This could be a unique, never before seen magical creature and they're going to risk it for some EXPERIMENTS?!" She asks, nearly yells, scandalised.

"I mean, you really can't stop them from asking it for help. And unless you think you're in some way superior to it, you really can't stop it from agreeing to help them. So there's not much you can do to stop them." Chimes in Holly, mostly taking the wind out of Hermiones sails.

"Ugh. Why are they so obsessed with that joke shop of theirs?" Complains Hermione for probably the hundreth time.

"Oh gee Hermione, I don't know! Oh, maybe because it's something that they enjoy doing, are good at doing and will earn lots of money doing it? Why wouldn't they focus on the job they are good at, that they enjoy and that they are earning money with? Just because you personally don't like it?" Holly exclaims sarcastically, before continuing with a less sarcastic answer.

"Come on, Holly, you know it could be dangerous. What if they wipe out a brand new magical creature species with their experiments because they weren't careful?" Asks Hermione with a frown on her face.

"Ha! You saw how tough it was. No offense to the twins, but I don't believe they could kill it even if they put their entire efforts into ending it, they just don't have the skill and firepower to kill it." Replies Holly with a eye roll.

The next day, the cursed armor was strangely visited by two red haired wizards that looked strangely excited to meet it. They came right to it with smiles on their faces and extended arms.

"Hi! I'm Fred and this is George!" Exclaims the one on the right, while the other one brings his hand to his chin.

"Or maybe I'm Fred and you're George? Have you thought about that, dear brother?" He adds, most likely unhelpfully.

"Oh, you are surely wrong, dear brother, but that is not why we're here today." He argued further, before turning back to the living armor. "We're here because we would like your help with testing a few of our more... dangerous experiments shall we say. Or more accurately, potentioally dangerous. Don't wanna mess up and create a new invasive species, ha ha..." He nervously laughs, most of his cheer having disappeared.

"Look, it could be potentioally dangerous. Do you wanna help us, please? We swear we'll repay you for your help, when we figure out how to, but you seem like the best candidate for our experiments that could stop anything from going out of control." The other one added.

The armor thought about it for all of two seconds, before nodding its head in agreement at the twins request.

"Yes!" They cheered and high-fived each other, happy for the opportunity for more risky and dangerous testing. Then, one of them cleared their throats and stepped forwards, ready to show off what they brought with them. He extended his arm, showing he was holding some kind of vial with an extremely dark liquid swirling and swishing inside of it.

"Now, this thing was accidentally created while we were trying to create some kind of portable swamp thing. That's still a work in progress, but this isn't. Mainly because its extremely dangerous and could become quite a big threat if we fucked around and found out with it. We aren't the smartest about things, but even we know when its best to not risk something for pointless experiments." One said, the other nodding seriously and grimmly. "But since you're here, you can help us make sure we don't completely fuck up!"

Then, he took off the stopper of the vial and threw it away from him, and the dark liquid inside quickly started moving, and left the vial, growing much bigger incredibly quickly. Apparently the thing had been incredibly compressed in the vial, and while it was only the sive of a chair, it was still impressive compared to its previous size.

A second later, the dark liquid was once more growing in size, but this time not because it was still compressed. It was obvious that it was eating the stone floor and using that material to fuel its size growth. It moved forwards, devouring more and more of the stone floor in front of it, slowly growing. Or quite rapidly, depending on your point of view, because it was growing incredibly fast considering how fast a normal animal grows.

The armor took a step forward, looking at the black slime as it grew bigger and bigger. It brandished its swords and errupted into a sprint, a second later reaching it and starting to cut and swing through it. Sadly for the slime, it wasn't too resistant to the swords. Its mass was reduced as the armor sliced at it, more of its liquidy mass getting cut off from its body, becoming inert and unusable.

The dark slime was simply too slow to actually do anything effective against the living armor. It couldn't retaliate, it couldn't run away, it really couldn't do anything. It was simply cut down, becoming smaller and smaller until it could no longer remain alive, and it simply died from a lack of mass.

"WOOHOO! You go, dude!" They cheered and cheered for the armor after it was done.

It stopped in place, suprised by their call, and slowly turned towards them. Then, it motioned for them to do it again, or tried to, by waving its arms back and forth.

"Uhh...?" They looked between each other. "Do you want us to cheer again...?" One asked, but the cursed armor shook its head, and showed brought up two fingers.

For a second, the two of them were stumped.Then, one of them had a somewhat stupid idea, but asked anyway.

"Do you want us to... call you dude?" Asked one of the twins, and the cursed armor happily nodded its head and gave them a thumbs up.

"Sure, if that's what you want. Should we also tell that to Holly?" Added in the other, and it nodded its head in agreement once more.

"That's fine with us! See ya later, when we have more experiments to show off to you! Byeee!" They bpth said as they waved goodbye.

Some time later...

"What do you mean that the armor wants me to call it 'dude'???" Asked Holly slightly exasperated. "Is this a prank?"

"No way we would prank either of you, Holly!" Exclaimed one of them.

"Yes, yes, you are both very important to the joke shop, offending you is the last thing on our minds." The other agreed.

"O... kay?" She aksed slightly confused, before shrugging her shoulders. Oh well, if the tentacle monster wants her to call it 'dude' its not a problem. Just strange.

No, I am not going to genderbend the Twins and have the cursed armor fuck them. That is not happening, at all. First because I don't think there's any good rule 63 of them, and second because I just don't wanna.

Anyway, how was this chapter? And how do you like that Holly will call the MC 'Dude' as a pet name instead of something like 'darling', 'love', 'honey' or anything else like that.

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Threadmarks: Chapter 10: Hermione gets curious

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VoidBlood

4 Ricoshot Enraged Disrespect

Hermione was doing her essay at History of Magic, complaining about the incompetency of her teacher in her mind as she wrote down all the information she tought was relevant. She was also thinking about the intriguing creature that she and Holly started making a study of. Or at least they tried a little, but without much success simply because of its seeming uniqueness.

She was also annoyed that the twins, with all of their pranks and unseriousness got to see and talk to it on its own first, and also got it to participate in one of their experiments. Very annoying that she hadn't interviewed it yet.

Soon enough she is done with her homework, and she stuffs it in her trunk in her room, then leaves the Gryffindor Tower to go to the Room of Requirements and talk to it on her own.

It didn't take too much for her to get there and enter the room, and find it on its own, standing in the middle of the room and seemingly doing nothing but looking at the door, so she instantly gets spotted once she enters. She does note the rather large and impressive swords in its hands, and how easily it could probably kill her if it wanted to, but she tries to ignore her nervousness, and instead goes forward with her notebook and pen in hand, ready to ask it some questions.

"H-hello! I'm Hermione, and I'm here be-because I wanted to ask you some questions..." She began before trailing off nervously. She gulped in fear for a moment, knowing that the being before her could easily kill her. But she shook off her nervousness, and continued her pre-planned speech.

"I am go-going to ask some questions that might so-sound rude or insensitive. Nod your head once if you consent to that." She asked of the cursed armor, and it nodded its head in agreement to her relief.

"Phew! That's good. Now..." She closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again, ready for the questioning.

"First question... do you have a natural habitat?" She asks, ready to write down whatever answer would be given to her. And as soon as the living armor shakes its head, she quickly scrabbles that down.

"Okay, okay. Do you know if there are other members of yours species out there, or are you unique?" She asks, and waits as the armor stands still for a couple of second, before raising one of its hands, and along it two fingers.

"Oh, so you're uniqe?" She asks, slightly suprised, and when the armor nods its head she writes that down as well.

"Well, that would explain why me and Holly couldn't find any information about you." She mutters to herself, annoyed. "Do you know how old you are?" She continued, with the armor nodding at the question.

Hermione looked at the cursed armor, unsure of how to make it convey its age to her. She blushed slightly, trying to quickly think of a solution out of this embarassing siutation.

"Okay. Uhmmmm. Is your age in years?" She asks, then sighed in relief as soon as it nodded its head in affirmative at her question. "Good, good. Are you older or younger than... a century?" She ask, slightly hesistant.

Thankfully for her pride the armor nodded in confirmation once, before raising 10 fingers, much to her momentary confusion. For a second she was confused, then her eyes widened in understanding and shock.

"WAIT! Are you saying you're 1000 years old?! What the fuck?! You're almost as old as Hogwarts?!" She asks, panicking in both suprise and glee at the knowledge she was in front of a millenium old being, even if it couldn't communicate its knowledge to her.

"That's amazing! So cool! I'll definitely have to tell this to Holly!" She continues, a second later realising she had been shouting, clamping her mouth shut and flushing in embarassment at her behaviour.

"S-sorry. Just got excited and all. N-now, back to the question list..." She muttered, embarassed.

"Moving on... sigh... it's... hard to figure out what questions to ask you. When you can only respond in yes or no, the answers you can give are rather limited, so a majority of the questions I wrote down would be useless, or just not very informative. At all." She complains, mostly to herself, as she searches for some other questions in the list. "Okay. So, if you are around 1000 or so years old, did you meet the founders?" She asks, an excited gleam in her eyes, that was quickly extinguished by the negative answer of the armor.

"oh... I thought... sigh oh well, guess it would have been to nice if you had information about them." She stays silent some more, before finally shaking her head and focusing back onto the living armor.

"Can't mope about that though, not when I have a brand new, never seen before magical being right in front of me! Do you hunt other animals for food, or have some other feeding method?" She asks curiously. The cursed armor stays still for a couple of seconds, before doing the 'so-so' gesture with one of its hands.

"Huh. Somewhere in between then?" She quickly scribbles that down, before continuing with her interview.

She tas her pencil against her chin, trying to think of another question to ask, before suddenly inspiration struck.

"OH! Do you do anything for fun?" She asks the cursed armor. This would be the perfect moment for something lewd to happen, for the armor to decide to take that question and show her what fun they could have... sadly, that doesn't happen. Instead, the armor nods its head and motions for Hermione to go to one of the corners of the room.

Once she was at a safe distance away from the center of the room, it asked for an earth golem to fight, and watched eagerly as from the stone floor rose a gigantic construct once more, much to the suprise and horror of Hermione, who watched from the corner as the towering golem started charging the cursed armor.

However, it easily dodged the charging construct, slipping between its legs and stabbing the back of both of its knees with its swords, rolling out of the way a second later as massive stone fists crashed against the ground, trying to smash.

It pointed one of its swords forward and channeled magic. With a bright flash of white, an arrow of ice was unleashed from the sword towards the golem with a swing of that sword, crashing against the head of the golem, injuring it a small amount. It ignored that, charging once more towards the armor, fists raised and ready to pound it into the floor. Of course, the armor dodged once more to the side, jumping onto its shoulder and stabbing it in the head, then backflipping away as the massive hand of the golem slammed against its own shoulder in trying to dislodge the armor.

The living armor backed off until it had enough distance to cast a Spellbreaker unharmed, the sparks of red energy taking hold of the earth golem, surounding it in a red aura, slowing it down, lowering its strength and endurance and making it lose some of its cohesion, the stones making it up being less compressed and held together, easier to crack and disloge.

Another charge, another riposte as the armor embedded both of its swords into one of the golems kneecaps, cracking it in several places and breaking a few rocks free, before rolling out of the way of a slam from both of its arms.

The armor moved once more, dodging the swings of the golem, striking at its knee again and again, until it crumbled, removing one of the legs of the golem from play, rendering it immobile. It didn't take much more to finish off the now helpless golem.

Hermione was in awe as she watched the comparatively tiny armor defeat the behemoth of a monster that was that earth thing, unable to properly comprehend how incredibly dangerous that armor was, and how... hot that was? She quickly shook that thought off, blushing in embarassment at herself.

'Calm your pussy, girl, it isn't even human! It probably doesn't even reproductive organs!' She thought to herself, trying to hide her flushed state with her hands as the living armor slowly walked back towards her.

Eventually her blush subsided, turning from the bright red to a barely noticeable difference, and then she decided to continue with her questioning.

"That was... ah. It was... cool?" She half said half asked, before continuing, trying to ignore her own embarassment. "Do you do anything else for fun?" She asks the totally wrong thing, unfortunately, or maybe fortunately for her. Because the armor nodded its head in response, before starting to slowly move towards her, much to her sudden fear, especially since she was still in a corner.

"P-please back off!" She says, slightly scared, raising her wand when the armor didn't show any sign it heard. "St-stop or I'll-I'll curse you!" She shouted, while the armor continued, unrelenting and uncaring of her fear.

She unleashed a reducto curse upon it, and it barely crumpled its chestplate a little. Before she could try again, she was grabbed and lifted over its shoulder, while a bed appeared in another corner of the room. She kicked and struggled in the hands of the armor, unable to use her wand, but it was very likely the armor didn't even feel her hits, but at the very least it didn't acknowledge their existence.

Soon enough, she was thrown down onto the very fluffy bed, after the cursed armor removed her wand. A slick, long tongue slipped out of its visor, looking more like a tentacle than a tongue, saliva dripping off of it and onto Hermiones clothes.

"Eeeeek! Get off get off getoffgetoffgetoffgetoffgetoff..." She screams and tries struggling out of its grip as she mutters. More tentacles emerge from its body, closing in to her and starting to slowly remove her clothes and rubbing against her skin.

In no time at all she's completely naked, tentacles snaking around her body and limbs, keeping her pinned, caressing her most private places, causing her to whimper in fear as the armor bends down, its tongue tentacle slowly moving towards her most private place, ready to feast on her delicious juices and get her addicted to it.

Spoiler: Hermione NSFW

And then it was licking at her pussy, trying to arouse her and pleasure her as much as it could, eager to taste the sweet nectar of her inner folds and make her moan and beg for more pleasure, while it fed off of her juices.

Its long tongue twisted inside her cunt, rubbing against her, undulating on itself as it tried to bring pleasure to the human female before it, and it was obvious that it was being succesful as liquid other than drool started dripping onto the tongue of the tentacle monster, and it eagerly drove its tonuge deeper into her folds, eager to tongue fuck her and devour her arousal.

"Haaaaaah!" She moaned in pleasure as the tongue shifted and moved against her inner walls, licking and lapping at her pussy with determination, looking for its next meal and ready to take it from her forcefully.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" She asked desperately, sounding like she was about to cry, while also not being able to keep herself from panting in pleasure as tentacles rubbed against her titanic titties and tugged at her nipples, ready to bring her more pleasure in the cursed armors drive for pussy juice.

The armor obviously didn't respond, as it was incapable of doing so. Instead, it simply continued with eating her out, bringing her more arousal and pleasure, trying to get her to orgasm, while it singlemindedly continued lapping at her and searching for her most pleasurable spots.

Soon enough Hermione couldn't withstand the onslaught of pleasure anymore, and she orgasmed around the tongue driving deeper and deeper into her cunt, spraying her juices all over it.

As soon as that happened the armor started moving its tongue and head back and forth with renewed determination and happiness as it tasted the delicacy that was her cum, a deliciously sweet treat that didn't go too far, just the perfect amount of sweetness, the perfect consistency, the perfect taste and the perfect food.

The armor cursed at itself for never waking up from its slumber to start eating this delicious food, instead subsiding of stale, tasteless mana for the entirety of its life. But now it had an array of things to eat, because the taste of Holly and the taste of Hermione were deliciously different, both satiating it and both being sweet, but still incredibly different in taste.

Eventually Hermiones orgasm subsided, and the armor quickly got back to eating her out, ready and eager for more. Only this time it didn't limit itself to just using its tongue. It started moving some of its tentacles along her body in a more sensual way, eager to speed up the proccess and feel pleasure itself, because while it wasn't the main reason it had sex, the pleasurable feeling of a tight ass around its tentacles or a hot mouth sucking it off or similar things was still incredible to its senses, and it was ready for more.

The same couldn't be said about Hermione, who was barely still concious after the first near mind breaking orgasm, and the fact that the other tentacles started being more active certainly didn't help her one bit. She couldn't do anything but squirm in pleasure as her breasts were squeezed and groped by tentacles, another tentacle heading towards her ass, rubbing itself against her backdoor entrance for a small amount of time, before forcing itself into her ass, pleasurably rathe than painfully.

"KYyAaaaaaaaaaa!" She moaned out as the tentacle bottomed out into her ass with all its force, ramming at full speed in its effort to bring her more pleasure, and to use her for its own pleasure. Thankfully for the schoolgirl getting tentacle fucked, the tentacles were slick enough to easily slip into her without hurting her, and the magic of the cursed armor helped with ensuring that none of its partners were hurt in the act, because accidentally killing your source of food would not be something that would be useful.

Another tentacle moved towards her face, and before she could complain, try to move her head or close her wide open mouth, it moved in, rushing into her mouth and making itself at home in there, wrapping around her tongue in a makeshift kiss between a tentacle and a girl, then moving deeper into her mouth, forcing her to deep throat it, much to her unspoken complaints.

The noises she made while she choked on the tentacle forcing itself into her mouth were certainly enticing and arousing to the cursed armor, and it continued with driving the tentacle deeper and deeper down her poor restricted throat, her throat bulging out around the invading tentacle erotically as it fucked her deeper and deeper, much to the girls suprise and fear. But somehow, she wasn't asphyxiating because of the tentacle fucking her deeper than should be anatomically possible.

Of course, that didn't stop the tentacles from exploring her body extensively, caressing, rubbing against and groping every inch of her body, the tentacle in her ass pounding into her as deep as it could, shoving itself in deeper and deeper, despite the impossibity of that.

Still, that didn't change the situation, and soon enough Hermione was cumming again, drenching the tongue of the cursed armor in her juice, feeding it more delicious liquid.

What the armor hadn't done yet was explore her more... sensitive parts. Or more accurately, it hadn't yet invaded her head, to bring her untold and impossible pleasure and change her mind about it, literally.

So, it took this opportunity to form a tendril and move it towards the ear of the girl. Hermione felt it prodding at her ear, feeling the thin tentacle rub against her ear canal, and she panicked, trying to move her head away from what she assumed was certain death. She didn't manage to do anything but uselessly struggle without budging the tentacles restraining her.

And then she was incapable of doing that as the tendril slid into her ear, giving her far, far more pleasure than it should have, and she could do nothing as the tendril slithered into her head.

She felt it travel deeper and deeper into her head, and she couldn't do anything but accept the incredible pleasure she was feeling from her ear being penetrated and violated by a tentacle in such a lewd manner. Somehow she was getting off on this, this violation, of both her body and possibly mind, and she couldn't restrain her loud and erotic moans of enjoyment.

This shouldn't have been even possible, feeling pleasure from having her ear penetrated, yet she was enjoying it nonetheless, the pleasure of the tentacle exploring her ear far more enjoyable than anything she ever experienced before.

A chill went up her spine as she felt the tendril probe at something far deeper and more important in her head. 'This can't be happening' she thought, a mixture of fear, despair and arousal hitting her as she felt the tendril poke at something she was all but certain was her brain.

But the wonderful feeling of violation continued, and she couldn't deny that this was the most amazing feeling she ever felt before, better than anything else that ever happened to her, and the best part hadn't even come yet. Not that she knew that.

A sharp tingle of pleasure hit her as the tendril probed at her brain hearder, not just lightly touching it, but rubbing against it, and that only fed her arousal even more as the tentacle started literally rubbing against her brain, wrapping around it, not doing any damage to her thanks to the magic infusing it, but it did start trying to change some little things as it started rubbing against mind, and she could do nothing but wiggle in place and enjoy as she her mind was violated and rubbed against by a tentacle.

Suffice to say, Hermione couldn't last too much longer under the onslaught of pleasure, and she came again, feeding the cursed armor and promting its own orgasm, its tentacles twitching in pleasure for a couple of seconds, before beginning to pump her full of addictive cum, shooting cum into her ass, her mouth and coevering her brain in cum as well.

As soon as she tasted the cum, she was lapping at the tentacle, eager for more and willing to do anything for it, eagerly offering herself up to the armor, cum dripping from her ears and head thanks to the cum coating she got on her brain.

The armor, seeing that she was so eager, kept going to town with her, eager for more food and pleasure in equal parts.

A couple of hours had passed by like the wind, and the cursed armor decided that enough was enough, and let the witch rest after a lot of orgasms from her, and much fewer from it, though that only drove Hermione to more depravity in her attempts to milk the tentacle monster of its delicious cum.

She was sleeping on the massive bed, all of her holes filled and overflowing with the cum that she worked hard for the last few hours to gather. She certainly had no more complaints to speak about, as far as the cursed armor knew. In fact, she was quite eager to be stuffed full of cum.

It took a couple of minutes, but eventually she recovered enough to regain her awareness.

"Mhhmmm..." She groaned as she tried to shake off her tirednes, before looking at her state of dress. Or rather, her state of undress, and her state of being completely filled with cum. She squeaked in embarassment, but didn't move to cover herself, complain about it or seem to actually mind it too much.

"Ahhh. That was... nice? No, no, it was much more than just nice! It was amazing! DId you also do this with Holly?" She asked the cursed armor, and it quickly responded with an affirmative nod, which promted Hermione to cross her hands and huff in annoyance.

"I can't believe she would keep something so good-" She nearly moaned out that word "-hidden from me! Why'd she try to hog you all to herself?" She asked, slightly frustrated, before continuing. "I mean, I can tell why'd she hog you all to herself, but that wasn't fair! Why should she get all the fun, when we could share?" She rethorically asked herself.

She kept talking for a couple more minutes, before deciding that it was time to clean herself, and asked the room for a shower. Sadly, the two didn't have some shower fun together, she simply cleaned her body of all the cum staining her, dried herself with a quick wave of her wand, put on her clothes and left the room of requirements while waving at the cursed armor.

It didn't take long for Hermione to track down Holly and take her aside for a private chat.

"Holly..."

"Yes?" She responded, slightly confused as to why Hermione looked so annoyed at the moment.

"Why did you keep the fact that the armor fucks, and fucks good from me?" She asks her friend, much to her suprise.

"I-huh? What?" Holly responds to the strange question.

"Come on, it told me that the two of you fucked. Why did you hide it from me and not tell me how good it was?"

"Beeeeecause I didn't think you'd be interested?" Holly half answers half asks while scratching her head in mild confusion.

"Well, maybe you should have thought that you prat!" She replies, slightly annoyed and hitting her friend on the arm. "Now, let's compare out experiences, and see how they hold up compared to each other." She continues with a smirk.

"Sure?" Replies Holly, slightly confused.

Damn, this took a while to make. Phew, glad it's done, and I can move on.

Also, I'm going in Spain in around 4 days or so, so don't expect any updates towards the end of next week

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VoidBlood

VoidBlood

4 Ricoshot Enraged Disrespect

The armor was eager to test its skills against stronger foes, to fight powerful enemies and bring them low with its swords and magic, but it also had a small amount of survival instinct, enough that it didn't immediately jump into fighting the next potential deadly foe, no matter how much it wanted.

It knew that if the laser of the Crystal Golem had been stronger or it had been weaker, that would have been the end for it. It had already failed in creating a defensive spell once, and while it didn't want to risk itself again, it also knew that it needed something to defend itself from unavoidable and strong attacks, and it also thought it may have found why it had failed the first time it tried to create a defensive spell.

Instead of focusing on creating a shield, like the humans did, it tried to make itself more resistant to spells directly, instead of creating something to act as a barrier between it and the attacks of the enemy. Of course, it wouldn't create a small, one sided shield like the one it saw.

Channeling magic into its swords, it felt a small amount of power slowly drain from its body. It pushed more into the spell, while guiding it in the direction it wanted, a cocoon of protective magic to ensure no spell from any direction may harm it when it did not want, and after enough magic was put into the spell, a protective bubble formed around it, casting the surrounding area in a glow of purple magic.

It looked impressive and sturdy to the armor, but it couldn't just use it without testing, so it asked the room for a Crystal Golem to fight, while it stood surrounded by the purple protective barrier it had created.

The impressive looking golem appeared with a flash of magic, and after standing still for a second to get it bearing or properly activate, it swung its arm upward as a crystal spike burst from the ground, thudding against the shield of the armor. But the shield was not the one to crack from the strike, the newly created spike being the one to form cracks along its length, looking ready to shatter already. With another swing of its arm, the crystal golem unleashed a gout of purple flames upon the shield, which splashed harmlessly against it, without doing any visible damage.

Creating spikes to fall from the ceiling, shooting missiles of magic or unleashing lasers upon the shield, it remained completely steady, without cracking, breaking, shrinking or showing any other sign that it was being diminished by the attacks of the golem.

Attack upon attack landed, yet all of them were ineffective, more often than not the attacks breaking apart upon contact with the shield of the cursed armor, while the golem continued to cast spell after spell, to no effect.

After a time, the armor decided that it was pleased with the shield it had created, and moved from the place it had been standing, instantly causing the shield to crumple apart, shattering into a million glowing pieces of magic, before simply dissipating in thin air like it never existed.

Rushing forwards with its swords drawn, it was not hard to avoid the attacks of the golem, or simply tank the more annoying ones while slashing at the granite body of the automaton, too used to fighting it to truly be in much danger. Casting some magic and lowering the defense of the golem even more, a faint red glow enveloping it as the magic keeping it together and protected was weakened, the armor didn't let up with its attacks, and soon enough the Golem was trying to use its last ditch attacks, powering up its laser.

In response, the armor took a couple of seconds to recreate its Total Defense shield, as it decided to name it, to see if it could tank the last ditch attack of the Crystal Golem. The purple laser crashing against the purple shield was impressive, but even more impressive was the fact that the shield barely cracked under the powerful attack.

Rushing forward and stabbing down into the core of the Crystal Golem, the enemy of the cursed armor was destroyed, and the armor was pleased with its progress.

Creating a spell to protect itself wasn't the only thing on its mind though. A spell to enhance the power of its sword strikes was also something it wanted, and quickly got to doing that as well.

Pushing its mana into its two swords, enhancing their sharpness and the power of an attack, it swung both of them and cut through the air with force and speed, faster than it could see with the bare eyes, though the red glow of the swords was obvious to see.

Practicing without a target for a few more minutes was easy, swinging them and practicing with the more powerful strikes and swings it'd have to get used to when using the spell, though it had to reapply the spell each time it swung, since the magic dissipated after a single strike.

Asking the Room for an Earth Golem to fight, the cursed armor charged it immediately once it had formed in the middle of the room, charging the massive construct blade in hand, ready to tear it apart bit by bit, 'till nothing remained of it. By utilising the newly dubbed Vicious Slash, of course.

One swing, and a large slash was gouged into the gigantic hand of the stone golem, stone breaking apart, while fractures and cracks spread over a small part of the rest of its hand. It wasn't bleeding from the cut, just like all previous injuries of Earth Golems, but something definitely felt different about the construct.

The living armor didn't have to think about it for too long, before it realised that it was a little slower than before. Not by much, just a tad, but that was still useful information. It would be especially useful if the effect stacked, so the armor focused its magic into its two blades once more, running towards the Earth Golem once more, this time striking at its two legs, forcing it back a step.

This time, the effect was more noticeable, though still not too great. It was useful, but probably wouldn't affect the battle very much, considering the armor already could easily outmaneuver the golem in whatever way it wanted.

The rest of the battle passed by quickly, with the golem dying by a thousand cuts as its body started failing from the sheer amount of damage it received and how much of its mass was simply separated from itself by the darkened swords of the living armor.

Pleased with its accomplishment, the armor was raring to go for another fight. It only took a request, and the Room had another two Earth Golems in it, both of the massive constructs charging towards the comparatively tiny suit of armor, and it fearlessly matched their charge, swords raised and red glow flowing out of them and into the air. And each one of those swords hit their mark, sinking into the groins of the earthen constructs, cracking and tearing into them, followed by the swords swiftly being pulled out and the armor backing off as the piles of animated stone accidentally crashed against each other in their attempt at hurting it.

Filling the swords with magic once more only took a second of work, and then the armor was charging towards its enemies once more, this time targeting only one of them, piercing through the knees of its target with ruthless efficiency, sinking the entire lengths of its swords down into the stone knees of the golem, hampering its mobility and causing massive cracks to appear over large areas of its legs, while a not insignificant amount of stone was separated from its mass from the attack.

Not a moment of rest was spared, the armor bouncing away from the retaliatory blow of the construct, swiftly regaining its footing as it moved towards the other golem, and struck against the legs of the construct with its unenhanced swords, cracking and chipping away at the stone making them up, more and more of its being torn away from it as the armor weaved and dodged its attacks, relentless in its pursuit of victory and destruction, focused upon its goal, cutting away more and more of the stone, weblike fractures and cracks growing all over the feet and legs of the stone construct, tearing it apart more and more while chunks of stone were separated from it without stop or doubt.

Of course, the other construct didn't stay idle, and it limped over to the armor as well, each shaky step it took causing more pebbles and stones to fall from its cracked and shattered knees, and a mighty blow was sent towards the armor once it reached its destination, only for the crushing attack to be easily dodged, with the armor jumping onto its hands and climbing up to its head in response.

With a show of triumph, it channeled its magic into its weapons once more, and stabbed the glowing red blades into the head of the animated pile of stones, separating a good chunk of it from the body, but it was forced to jump away from it as it lifted its arms, hitting the place where it had been standing, the construct still being very much animated with a good third of its head gone and an even bigger part being riffed with cracks.

More and more blows struck against the chest, legs, arms, knees, feet and every other part of the automaton, more and more cracks spreading across its body, while its slash of the sword separated more of its mass away from it, slowly tearing it apart with each blow the armor inflicted upon its foe, and each time the other approached it focused its attention on it for a little until its counterpart moved to help it, and then it switched target, until the two constructs were finally felled, one after the other.

The armor was triumphant once more, not that there was any doubt, and it felt ready to take on another challenge, so it asked the Room for the next level of enemies. Only, instead of that happening a table appeared in the middle of the room, with a clean and fresh looking parchment on it.

Intrigued, the monster moved to it and picked it up, quickly picking up the words and beginning to read the message.

Hello, Challenger

If you're reading this, then you must be mighty indeed, for only if you could have soundly beat each and every one of my previous creations would you have been allowed to view this message.

As for the subject of this message, it is a simple one. All of the challenges that the previous golems have given you will not amount to very much here. What comes next cannot be compared to the triviality of what you previously faced. If you had difficulty or even had to be saved by the room to survive, put this message down and leave.

If you are still here, you are either very strong, or very foolish, and that is not something I say often. Or ever.

But nevermind all that, you must be wondering what's going on, so I'll say it plainly. I fucked up, I fucked up big.

I wanted to create my mightiest golem, my mightiest creation, one who would be strong enough to protect Hogwarts on its lonesome, forever.

Creating a massive obsidian dragon body as big as Hogwarts was probably not very smart, but I was determined, and reckless like usual, with no fear or heed for what I may be doing.

I created the body, but I was simply not strong enough to animate it on my own, for it was too massive and magically intensive for it to be nudged by simple magic. So, in tandem with my own casting, I infused it with the souls of several powerful dragons at the same time, to give it the power it needed to actually function.

Not one of my brightest ideas, for as soon as it was animated, it reacted with a fury, hate and cruelty I didn't expect, attacking me and nearly killing me the moment I was finished with properly animating it.

I tried to slay it with the aid of my three counterparts, but even all four of us at once were not mighty enough to slay the obsidian beast, so we had to settle for sealing it away in this room, and hoping that someone would come along in the future to defeat it. I am ashamed of myself, yet I cannot bring myself to fight against the beast again.

The moment you accept this challenge, the doors of this room will be sealed until either the beast is killed , or one day after you are killed.

I can only hope that the generations of the future are stronger and more impressive than us, for if you are not then a painful death is the only thing you'll find against the beast.

Also, there is a reward at the end if you manage to fell the beast, but it is not extraordinarily impressive compared to the beast itself. Still pretty impressive though.

Gloria Gryffindor.

After the armor finished reading the message that it somehow understood, despite the fact that it was the first time of its long life it ever read anything, it felt ready and eager to fight the mighty beast that had been described in the letter, and asked the Room once more for a challenge.

The doors leading out of the room disappeared without a trace, while the interior of the Room began expanding at a massive speed, the ceiling disappearing into the sky, being covered by thick, ash filled smoke, while the ground shifted, turning a black granite, rocky formations growing out of the now uneven ground, and the walls similarly disappeared out of few except for the one behind the armor.

From nowhere, the massive obsidian beast appeared, a gargantuan size, towering over the small armor like a human towered over a cockroach, and it reacted to the living armor with the same disgust a human would to one.

Spoiler: Obsidian Dragon

The Obsidian Dragon was truly massive, and its other features were prominent to see. Each scale, bigger than the cursed armor, looking more like granite than biological, its massive claws as black as onyx and sharper than a diamond, ready to tear and cut apart anything foolish enough to touch them, its wings unfolded over it like two massive umbrellas, yet they were filled with tears and holes, looking fragile and more alike ash compared to the rest of its enduring ash, and it is clear that it still bore the scars of its last confrontation. The four horns curled to the back of the dragon's head, looking to be more for decorations than an actual vector of attack, yet they still bestow a majestic appearance to the beast.

The maw of the beast glowed with orange and red from within the beast, sparks and gouts of flames occasionally escaping from within it, giving it the look of a massive furnace, while the fangs of the dragon were as black as the rest of its body, alarmingly sharp and big at the same time, capable of tearing apart anything that came close to the maw of the furious beast. The eyes of the monster burned a baleful orange-red, a malevolent glint of intelligence in its eyes as it beheld the tiny morsel standing in front of it.

Spoiler: Boss Theme

With a mighty roar of anger, wrath and hate, it lunged forward, trying to crush the living armor under the massive size of one of its legs, yet its massive size slowed it down, and by the time the foot landed the armor had already vacated the area, and retaliated by jumping onto it and beginning to climb onto the massive beast, trying to make its way up the body of the dragon construct.

Of course, the massive beast wasn't exactly pleased with the attempt of the armor, and moved its foot back and forth, trying to shake it off, but the armor buried its swords as deep into the scale of the beast as it could manage, and held onto it like a particularly stubborn tick while ignoring the burning magma flowing from the wound. It advanced a couple of steps, climbing up and down each individual scale, before a repeat performance was required as the dragon attempted to shake it off for a second time.

After a couple of more repeated attempts, the dragon realised that it wasn't getting anywhere, so instead of bothering with that anymore, it took in a deep breath, even if it was not required for an inorganic being such as it, and its chest swiftly gained an orange glow as fire gathered in its maw, sparking and begging to be released from the captivity of the dragon shaped prison of flame, magma and brimstone, and a torrent, a veritable storm of flame was unleashed upon the hapless living armor, who by now had reached nearly halfway up its leg.

The stream of fire washed over it, and it would have killed it, or at least severely injured it if not for the protection of Total Defense, the fire splashing mostly harmlessly against the defensive spell, only cracking it and melting the magical shield a small amount, before it was dispelled and the armor resumed its trek up towards the head of the dragon.

Each step taken was one closer to the goal of slaying the beast, of proving itself the best, while the dragon indignantly struggled to tear off the insignificant gnat that was constantly burrowing into its leg, much to its annoyance.

Trying to hit it with its paw only resulted in either minor injury, or no injury as the armor sought refuge in the scales it was climbing over, ignoring the dents and bending of its body as the dragon smashed its massive paw against it like it was trying to swat a fly, or a few partially melted parts of its body from the magma and lava blood of the dragon dripping onto them, moving ever onward and upward despite the burning pain.

The furious beast was incredibly unhappy with the progress of the living armor, but each time it tried to get it off, it hurt itself about as much as it hurt the armor, and the comparatively small opponent never let go of its swords, never allowing itself to get tossed off of the massive challenge it was eager to fight.

After a painful climb, filled with burns and hits from the draconic construct, the armor managed to reach its shoulder, and with a determined gait walked forward on the dragon, only to stop in place after a couple of steps and climbing on and off some scales. A flash of red emerged from its swords and hit the scales of the dragon, casting a crimson glow in a small area of a metre or two, then with another gesture, the swords of the cursed armor were surrounded in a red glow as well.

Slashing down into the shoulder of the dragon, the two swords sank into it to the hilt, only they shredded a much larger area, while orange lava shot out from the wound like a geyser, splashing the armor in the burning liquid, and causing it to fall back from the pain, and distracting it from the actions of dragon, who reared back from the wound in pain and anger both, and shook itself to try to get the gnat off of it, and succeeded due to the distraction of the armor.

The fall from the incredibly high place didn't exactly help the armor, and it was left dazed, confused and in agony on the ground, from a mixture of the magma and lava melting it and the high from a high place that cracked some of its body in a few places.

The dragon turns away, roaring in triumph over the broken, melting body of the armor, unaware of the fact it was still alive, and it moved towards the wall the door had previously been on, trying to tear away at it, to find a way to leave the room it had been sealed in for more than a thousand of years.

Slowly regenerating the melted and cracked parts of its body, hours passed as the armor watched the dragon trying to uselessly destroy the wall barring it from the outside world, while a rivulet of magma flowed from its shoulder for a couple of hours, until eventually the lifeblood of the beast stopped flowing.

Recovering from its injuries took a while, at the very least 6 hours, yet once the cursed armor was mostly healed it had the advantage, since the dragon was unaware that it was still alive. So, it climbed onto one of its back legs and started climbing it without making use of its swords, unwilling to test if the dragon could sense the pain of a sword stabbing into its granite flesh and realise that its opponent was still alive.

Climbing without making use of its swords was annoying and hard, yet the armor wasn't stupid enough to give up an advantage because it was annoyed or bored, it simply ignored the annoyance and kept climbing higher and higher on the body of the dragon construct, while the dragon was preoccupied with destroying the seemingly impenetrable wall of the Room.

Eventually, the armor climbed onto the flank of the dragon, with the beast still being completely unaware of its presence, only this time it didn't just stab it. Instead, it kept walking, with the target being the neck of the dragon.

It took another 10 or so minutes of climbing up and down scales to get to it, but eventually the cursed armor managed to get there. It didn't attack immediately, wondering where it would attack, and how it would attack most effectively.

Making up an attack didn't take up long at all, and the cursed armor confidently walked towards its neck, before using its magic breaking spell, then infusing its swords with the crimson magic that made the attack stronger, and burying the two swords into the thick neck of the dragon and dragging them across its neck, running as fast as it could while dragging the swords, making two six metre long gashes into the neck of the dragon, managing to mostly dodge the river of lava blood that burst from the neck.

Obviously, this didn't go unnoticed by the dragon, and it roared out in agony and pain as its neck was cut open, and writhed against the wall as it tried to deal with the pain, but it was too dazed to do anything as the armor started moving up its neck, towards its face as fast as it could, climbing, jumping and using its swords to move towards the face of the dragon construct.

Of course, the armor wasn't fast enough to just climb from the base of the dragon's neck to its face in the few seconds that the dragon was dazed from the pain, and it tried slamming its neck into the wall to shake off the living armor, but it only worsened the cut in its neck, tearing the wound even more open and leaving a massive splotch of lava on the wall, and the cursed armor continued mostly unbothered towards its face.

Walking on the massive and uneven scales of the dragon, hopping from scale to scale, the armor quickly reached one of the massive eyes of the dragon, fire and lava clear in it, the hate, intelligence and cruelty clear within it, and the cursed armor charged forward, crimson glow bursting around the blades of shadow that were about to be buried into the eye of the beast.

At the same time it reached the eye of the monster and buried its blades into the weak spot of the beast, the cursed armor the magic within it, a mostly harmless defensive spell turned into a torturous, agony inducing spell as sharp, thorn filled vines and roots burst from the pupil of the dragon, turning to ash instantly after it burst from the eye, yet the damage was done and fire, magma and lava flowed from the damaged eye like a sieve, while the dragon roared out in pain, and threw its head back, knocking the armor off of its body as it wailed in agony for the world to hear, lava and magma dripping from its eye and neck onto the floor of the Room, onto the walls of the Room, onto its body, everywhere.

It staggered back and nearly fell over from the pain, but the anger and wrath within it overwhelmed the agony it currently felt, and it let out a hatred filled roar as its entire body was covered in an incandescent glow that covered its entire body, from head to toe, and it roared out again as the glow intensified, blinding in its strength, at least for a human.

Its been a little while, mostly because I rage quit this site after my work was erased for a third time because for some reason it can't seem to save sometimes. Not using it anymore for writing, just copying what I wrote and posting it here, so I dont need any advice for that.

Anyway, how was this chapter?

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VoidBlood

4 Ricoshot Enraged Disrespect

I think this chapter was pretty nice honestly.

Also, was a little late for it because I am replaying Terraria Calamity Infernum, but I think it's better thanks to that.

As the incandescent glow of the dragon reached a crescendo, its scales shifted, and the obsidian scales were launched off of its body, shot all across the room, each one of the scales being launched away from it, getting embedded into walls, the floor, and a few of them managing to hit the cursed armor, its body gaining some new cracks and dents from the massive scale hitting, it.

The dragon was changed, with veins of glowing magma and lava all over its body, while its chest was an incandescent sun from the heat and glow it emitted. It still had scales, only these ones were far more different, each one being larger, gigantic even, looking more like spikes and rocks rather than the scales of a dragon, not even trying to camouflage it from the rock construct it truly was. Its left eye burned bright, like a star, illuminating the room with its intensity, while its right eye was empty, only a void of nothingness in it.

Spoiler: Lava Dragon

The wings of the beast, which were previously unusable because of the numerous holes, were filled and patched up with swirling, molten flames and lava, filling each and every one of the holes that had previously been there.

And with a flap of its mighty wings, the beast took to the sky, unsteadily keeping to the air, unused and rusty at flying from millennia of not practicing flight. Nevertheless, it steadied itself and took a deep breath in, fire and lava gathering in the molten core of its chest as it opened its maw to reveal the brightness of a star, and from the fiery jaw of the Lava Dragon came forth a deluge of fire, lava and brimstone, all towards the cursed armor, who had swiftly erected a protective shield around its body to protect itself from the devastating attack.

Spoiler: Boss Theme

The breath of the Lava Dragon impacted the defense of the living armor, and it lurched back as its protective cocoon cracked from the sheer weight and impact of the attack, nearly knocking it off of its feet through magical backlash, yet it managed to keep itself steady, all the while the heat of the burning, unrelenting flames pressed against the shield, along with the literal tons of lava surrounding it, and it watched as its shield slowly went slack, the power being drained from it as spiderweb cracks spread all across of the surface of the magical barrier, getting more and more holes, lava and heat entering through the tiny cracks, all the while the armor focused its vast magical might on trying to hold the shield keeping it alive, trying to mend the cracks and stop the formation of new ones, trying to endure as the lava pressed upon it like a physical weight, and it sunk down to its knees as more and more magic was forced into the shield to keep it together, all the while lava dripped onto its heat resistant body, slowly heating up at a pace that would never turn lethal to the armor.

As time passed, the molten lava pressing against the shield of the armor started cooling, a mixture of its magical nature and the constant pressing against the defensive shield causing it to burn off heat at a much faster pace than one would expect, and it only took an hour for the lava to get to no longer threatening heat, now the only danger being its sheer weight, which was a much eager burden for the cursed armor to bear, and even then waiting for it to cool even more, the lava started to slowly solidify into a pitch black rock all around it, all the while roars of frustration could be heard above the armor, the sounds of the Lava Dragon desperately trying to break out of its prison, and the room not allowing it to create even a crack in the wall of its cell.

Minutes passed, the cursed armor resting and waiting for more of its magical might to recover from all it had spent, and after another hour of waiting around it decided that it wanted to try destroying the Lava Dragon once more, beginning to slowly hack away at its rocky prison, using its swords to break apart the solidified lava keeping it trapped in place, each strike against the black rock causing a rain of pebbles and rubble as more and more stone broke under its attacks.

Not too long after, it broke out of the river of cooled lava it had been trapped under, watching the Lava Dragon labor at destroying the walls keeping it imprisoned, to no effect.

Climbing onto the back of one of the dragons legs as it had previously done, the cursed armor crawled and walked, climbed and jumped up its body, slowly making its way up the massive scaled construct of obsidian and lava as it furiously crashed against the walls of the Room, fruitlessly trying to escape, all the while the little gnat that had hurt it so much climbed it again, ready to hurt it once more, this time in a different place.

The living armor moved carefully, slowly to ensure the Lava Dragon didn't catch even a glimpse of it, moving from its legs to its underside, climbing upside down, holding on with all its strength to not fall from the underbelly of the dragon and crash against the floor, alerting the monster to its presence, all the while the lava and magma rushing just beneath the skin of the dragon heated its metal gauntleted fingers.

Eventually, the armor had reached the point it had been searching for, reaching the chest of the beast, the copious amount of possibly magical lava beneath its skin giving it a blinding white glow of heat, while the armor felt like its hands would melt from the sheer heat coming off of it, yet it ignored the pain, and the way its own fingers slowly melted and deformed with each movement it made further and further, trying to get to the perfect place for a devastating attack.

Once it was at the center of the chest of the beast, where the heat was highest, the metal fingers of the living armor deforming, its feet dripping onto the chest of the creature, each movement harder and harder, it brandished its swords from its hips, before casting the magic breaking spell on the skin of the dragon, the skin turning a much blander red that quickly started changing once more towards the incandescent glow of the sun, while the cursed armor enhanced the strikes of its swords, and with a slash it gouged at the chest of the dragon with as much strength as it could leverage, making as big of wounds as it could, rivers of lava spewing from the newly made wounds on the creature.

At the same time, the armor leapt away, falling onto the ground on its knees, its partially melted feet and hands splattering against the granite soil, before it moved once more to its feet, quickly beginning to limp away from the furious and pained dragon, all the while the monstrous creature itself screamed in pain once more as lava flew from the twin wounds on its chest, the sheer amount of liquid flowing out of it widening the already weakened skin on its chest, enlarging the wounds and causing even more of its lifeblood to spill out of it, the glow all across its body imperceptibly dimming as more and more liters of lava spilled from it.

Of course, it didn't take long for its pain to turn into rage and indignation once more, and it turned its hateful, one-eyed gaze to the limping cursed armor that was trying to put as much distance between the two of them as it could, not that it would do much good.

Thrusting its swords into the ground, it quickly began trying to dig itself a small hole, the incredibly sharpness of its swords making it relatively easy to dig through the granite soil and make a hole, all while the furious dragon tried to stymie the bleeding of its chest as more and more lava evacuated its body, covering its own chest with its claws while it stared accusingly at the living armor that had injured it so grievously.

However, it didn't move too much, taking unsteady steps forwards, moving as little as possible in hope that the bleeding would soon stop, all the while the armor dug deeper and deeper into the ground, its melted, mangled hands and feet slowly reforming and regenerating as its body recovered from the endeavour of climbing over the incandescent chest of the Lava Dragon.

It took a long while for the bleeding of the dragon to stop, about an hour or two, and the glowing veins of lava all over its body had visibly dimmed, at least a little, and its chest was scabbed over, and the previous incandescent glow, as bright and hot as the sun was now a flickering light compared to its previous state.

With each step it took, the ground gave way and crumbled before its force, its footprints clear in the granite ground the same as a human would leave footprints in the mud, but the armor had dug a good way into the ground, cutting apart and simply absorbing the stone into its mouth, instinctually, not actually helping its recovery, but still efficiently getting rid of the excess material without having to move the stone it dug and cracked out of the ground and onto the surface.

When the Lava Monster arrived at its hole and dug its claws into it, the ground crumbled beneath its strength, but the armor was deeper down into the earth, so the dragon dug deeper after it, each movement of its claws digging out as much stone as the armor did in minutes, and tons upon tons of stone were displaced with each movement of its legs, the dragon quickly moving closer and closer to the place the armor had dug itself into with each passing moment.

Deeper and deeper, granite rock cracked and crumbled under the pressure exerted by the Lava Dragon, getting ever closer to its target.

Only the moment the cursed armor felt the oppressing heat of the monstrosity, it turned back and stopped digging.

With a bending of its knees, it readied itself for a moment, before leaping from the hole it had dug at unreasonable speeds for any kind of normal creature.

The dragon hadn't expected it to rocket out of the hole and towards its face, and it was unprepared when it slammed against its snout, glowing crimson weapons impaling its face as deep as it could, before leaping away once more.

Newly fixed body twisted through the air, trying to avoid the geyser of lava that had burst from the face of the creature the moment the swords were impaled on it, while the creature backed off for a moment, howling in pain.

Sadly, it took only a second for it to regain its hateful glare, enduring through the pain to instead point its baleful eye at the cursed armor as lava gathered in its chest once more, its maw opening to reveal the incandescent furnace that was it's inside as a stream of lava, fire and brimstone was unleashed towards the falling living armor.

Flickering into existence with a twist of its magic, a bubble of protective magic covered the cursed armor once more, only for it to flicker out of existence as the armor continued falling, much to its surprise.

Warm.

Hot.

Incandescent.

More and more lava covered the heat resistant body of the living armor, and it quickly started heating up, metal black as the night quickly turning a bright orange, and still steadily growing in heat as it was heated by the stream of lava the dragon was still spewing, all the while it fell to the ground, unable to do anything while in midair.

Once it hit the ground, it hurried away, trying to shake off the lava covering it while running in the opposite direction from the hateful construct, which looked even dimmer than before.

Limping and straining to not fall apart, leaving behind a trail of its own body as the very material it was made of liquified from the sheer heat, straining itself to not fall apart, to not let too much of itself behind as it fled.

Through the pain of its body falling apart, and the existential fear of death, the armor remembered its own shadow magic, and hoped that it would be its salvation. It focused through the pain, trying to create a veil of darkness and cold to surround itself with, to cool itself.

Sweet relief overtook its mind as the pain lessened substantially, the cloak of darkness cooling its body and hiding it, or at least camouflaging it among the black granite that made up the floor.

But it didn't stop moving for a single moment, limping ever onward despite missing a substantial part of its body. Its helmet was partially melted, deformed, arms disfigured, and either too thin or clumped up together.

Its hands were completely mangled, just lumps of Umbral Ore fused together, and its feet weren't doing much better either, while its leg were too short and stumpy, some parts missing while the thighs were compressed together.

Most of its torso was malformed, holes were the metal had melted completely and fallen off of its body, or inside its own body, sloshing around for a while before hardening once more inside itself.

It still limped, still moved, while the dragon looked fooled, at least for the moment that it was gone. It didn't seem to be very intelligent or adaptive, considering that this would be the third time it took its attention away from the cursed armor, allowing it time to heal.

And heal it did. It was a slow going process, but using its shadow powers it slowly regrew its body, getting rid of the deformities that had formed thanks to the melting, returning its body to its previous state over a little over five hours, ensuring the Lava Dragon didn't notice its survival.

For the first time in its life, it felt rage. Sheer, unadulterated rage filled it at the Lava Dragon that had ruined its body, more than anything had ever ruined it, other than its own magic. Nothing had hurt it so much except itself, and it was angry.

It didn't suddenly become stupid though. It didn't recklessly charge towards the construct. Slowly, methodically it moved while trying to think of a way to use its shadow magic, but decided to give it up for now. It had used its swords so far, and it would kill it with its swords.

Walking towards the hulking monstrosity, towering over everything, still trying to break the wall, mindlessly crashing against it over and over again, teeth, claws and its own body not budging it or leaving even a scratch.

Silent and careful, the armor was still cloaked in a veil of shadow and darkness to ensure it wasn't seen as it made its way towards the Lava Dragon, and as it arrived near it, it wondered how it should target it next. Maybe its next eye? Maybe reopen the wound on its throat, or make some more?

It had options, and it contemplated them carefully as it walked, before changing its mind. The dragon was stupid and reckless. It was a dumb beast that could easily be led into a trap, despite the glint of intelligence in its eyes. Or maybe it was the glint of sheer cruelty that no mindless monster could have?

Instead of climbing its body and destroying its other eye, no matter how satisfying it would be, it instead just moved towards one of its legs. A spell breaking spell and an enhancement on its sword, and it was cutting away at one of its back legs, lava shooting out of the wound at overwhelming speed, nearly managing to hit the prepared armor.

Once more it did the same thing, while the dragon stopped in surprise for a moment, before turning itself back to the horrible, insignificant gnat that hurt it so much, and that just WOULD. NOT. DIE!

It tried to smash its leg against the place where the cursed armor had been, but it simply ran and rolled out of the way of the attack. It so for the next, and the next one, and the one after that.

Cutting away a little with each attack, barely a paper cut for the dragon, but death by a thousand cuts was what the beast deserved. Not that the armor thought that this would be the reason for its death, it was simply a convenient way to enrage it.

And enrage it, it did.

Roaring in anger, frustration and hatred, the dragon flapped its mighty wings, taking to the skies on its tattered, magically filled wings as it stared down at the creature that had dared try to challenge it, before taking another deep breath in its chest, unleashing more heat upon the armor.

It didn't even bother dodging, instead swiftly cutting a shallow hole for itself, going up to its waist, before creating the protective bubble once more as the lava crashed against it, cracking it from the sheer weight of the massive attack.

Shadows leapt from the body of the cursed armor, mostly from its gauntlets, greaves and visor, a dark smoke that swiftly moved towards the lava covering the shield, going straight through the shield and cooling the lava. A little. But as more and more shadowy smoke emerged from the body of the cursed armor, the lava cooled more and more, until it was more solid than liquid, and the armor dispelled its shield.

Waiting a couple more minutes for the rest of the lava to cool, it started hacking its way out of the mound of cooled rock that had formed around it, and soon enough it was free once more, heading towards the even dimmer dragon.

Cutting at its leg once more, lava gushed out, but at a subdued pace, much more subdued. Of course, that wasn't something new, but before there was still enough lava to shoot from the wound, making it necessary for the armor to dodge.

There was no such need now, and it simply started running as it dragged its swords through the rock skin of the Lava Dragon, while once more roared out its anger at the puny gnat fighting and hurting it.

But repeating its previous attacks didn't do much good.

Taking to the skies once more and breathing more lava onto the armor did little. In less than half an hour it was free from its prison of lava and magma, and was once more heading for the dragon, cutting away at it, and with each exchange between the two of them the glow of the dragon dimmed, little by little.

Once more, it breathed in deep, gathering its strength in its chest. Whereas before the glow of its chest was a blinding and incandescent as the sun, now it was a glint of its former glory. An impressive stream of magma and fire was unleashed from its mouth at the armor, or at least impressive compared to a normal dragon. Yet compared to its previous feats, it was pathetic, and the dragon didn't have a way to fix that.

Each attack weakened it more and more. Attacking with its claws always ended up in the armor cutting at them, and its breath only helped it get closer to its death, and it seemed to finally realise this.

It wanted to deny the fear that took hold of it as it looked at the gnat before it, yet it couldn't. It couldn't deny itself, and tell itself it wasn't scared, terrified of death. So it took flight into the air, fleeing from the creature that could annihilate it despite the size difference.

Only, after the first 10 flaps of its wings, it started descending once more, the lava and fire that previously filled in the holes littering its wings tearing away, falling to the winds as it suddenly started descending towards the ground, hitting it.

Lifting itself on its feet, it was unsteady, unsure.

And then it looked at the living armor, slowly walking towards it with a determined gait.

It tried flying away once more, in its panic, and once it remembered it couldn't, it started walking, quickly. But the unsteady, slow run of a behemoth, titanic entity was nothing compared to the determined sprint of the tiny creature that was the living armor.

In only two minutes, it had reached the dragon once more, climbing onto its legs. Cutting into them as it climbed and jumped higher and higher.

The dragon tried retaliating, yet its weakness was apparent, and it was even slower than before, and the armor easily continued up its body, onto its back, to its head.

Walking into the field of view of the Lava Dragon, it tried shaking its head, but all that happened was that the cursed armor embedded its swords into the snout of the beast for a couple of seconds.

Closer and closer to the eye of the beast, the armor stared up into the eye bigger than its entire body, swords drawn.

One thrust in, lava covered its shoulders.

Two thrusts, more lava spewed onto it, yet this one barely hurt.

Three thrusts, and even more of the lifeblood of the dragon spilled onto it, heating its body, yet not at the ridiculous pace the lava had previously been.

Four thrusts, and the armor was still whole, no part of it melting.

Five thrusts, and the heat stopped climbing, remaining at that weak, safe point where it would barely hurt.

Six.

Ten.

Twelve.

Fifty.

A hundred.

Two hundreds.

.

.

.

The cursed armor stepped back from the ruined, empty socket of what had once been a Lava Dragon.

The lack of lava in its body, either made it not be a Lava Dragon anymore, or a very, very dead Lava Dragon. It was pretty obviously the latter for anyone with eyes.

Walking away from the massive carcass, the Room started shifting around it, shrinking and clearing the black granite that made up the floor, as it turned to a semblance of what it had previously been, though still large enough to comfortably hold the corpse of the draconic construct.

On a pedestal, nearby, was a letter and a gem encrusted, golden chest.

It took a step forward.

How was that? I am pretty proud honestly.

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4 Ricoshot Enraged Disrespect

As it approached the golden chest, the armor admired the craftsmanship of the object, and the enchantments it must have on it to still gleam and sparkle in the light of the room like it was just polished and dusted, but it wasn't distracted by that for long.

It opened the chest, finding inside a blowing horn, black as coal and carved in the shape of the Obsidian Dragon's horn. Beside it another scroll of parchment that the armor curiously grabbed, unfolding it and getting to reading the ancient message.

Dear Challenger,

If you found this message, it means that you somehow managed to defeat the Obsidian Dragon that caused us so much problems. I regret not being capable of creating a more suited reward, but this is the best I could achieve in as safe a manner as I could after my previous failure.

Next to this letter, there should be a blow horn, engraved to look like one the horns of the dragon you just defeated. Blow into it, and a small dragonling will appear from it, similar, at least superficially, to the Obsidian Dragon. Of course, it is vastly different compared to it.

The moment you blow the horn, it will be somewhere around the size of a moderately large dog. Not too big, certainly not as big as a human, but not too small either. It will be completely loyal to you. Additionally, it will slowly grow in strength and size as you take care of it, changing to suit your needs over time.

Feed it, take care of it and ensure its happiness and you will have a loyal, loving and powerful companion for a long time. Probably not as strong as that creature, but certainly a strong one.

Fare thee well,

Gloria Gryffindor.

Staring at the note in its hands for a couple more seconds, eventually the cursed armor crumpled it and tossed it back into the golden chest, instead taking out the blowing horn and bringing it to its faceplate, confused and unsure if it will actually work or if it will simply be an useless trinket.

It felt something, and after a second it tried blowing air into the thing, and it worked, much to the surprise of the living armor. Black smoke poured from the blowing horn, and soon enough in front of it stood a small dragon, looking curiously up at the dragon, its eyes burning embers.

The cursed armor gave pat it on the head, and the dragon baby let out a pleased snarl, pushing its head into the gauntlet of the armor, rubbing its head and horns all over it for a couple of seconds, before stopping and looking at the living armor once more.

[QUERY FOOD] It let out, not through words or growls, but rather a concept emanating from its mind through magic, capable of being understood by anyone knowing what food is.

The armor was briefly surprised, but after a couple of seconds, it started leading the small dragon to the corpse of its… predecessor, would be the most fitting description. The one who came before it, who was a failure. Maybe prototype?

Either way, the armor lead the tiny dragon to the corpse, and after a couple of seconds of concentrating, managed to copy the Concept Speak of the baby dragon to communicate as well.

[EAT] The armor ordered the tiny monster, and it eagerly got to devouring the massive corpse, one teeny tiny bite at a time. That would take a long time. After staring at it for a couple of minutes, it shrugged its shoulders and decided to leave the room. From what it had understood, this was the highest level of challenge in the room, and there is nothing more for it here.

Leaving the room, entering the actual castle was a little strange, like a change in atmosphere, but for magic. It wasn't sure how to describe the feeling, and whether it was pleasant or unpleasant.

Walking through the hallways, it wandered around, staring at the various moving pictures, and armors that seemed so like it, yet completely different. The shape… it was similar, but they lacked its life, its magic, its aura. They didn't exude menace and power from their every pore, the didn't move with purpose and strength in each step, but rather moved with mindless focus, no actual life in them. No different from the enchanted armors in the room most likely. Most likely they are the same type of creation.

It wasn't sure why it was different, but it also didn't truly care enough to investigate, so it continued aimlessly walking around, no purpose beside exploration and curiosity on what the outside world looked like. So far it wasn't sure what to feel like.

Eventually it found some moving stairs, and after staring at them for a little, decided to take them down, to see where they would lead, so it continued on, watching as the stairs moved between each other, with a strict purpose, like they knew exactly what they were doing and where they were leading it. The armor didn't really care, happily following the path laid out for it by the stairs, going lower and lower into the castle, until it was at ground floor and the stairs were leading it towards a place filled with the murmurs of hundreds.

Stepping forward, it continued walking, this time in the direction from which it could hear talking, clanking of utensils, plates and food. It didn't take long.

Opening the doors, it found itself the center of attention for over 300 children, and around a dozen of adults, all suddenly paying attention to the walking armor entering the hall, black as the Void and shadows swirling from its form, drifting through the air and harmlessly dissipating away from its body.

The pink, toad looking woman at the smallest table started scowling furiously and pointed her finger at the armor.

"What is this? Is this some kind of prank, made by some particular students, with the purpose of interrupting the meal for some childish mischief? Because know that the perpetrators shall be harshly punished!" She said while giving the stink eye to the entire Gryffindor table, but mainly the Weasley twins and Holly Potter herself.

"Now, now Dolores, I'm sure that nothing like that happened. It looks a little too precious to simply be a prank, at least not made by someone with considerably more wealth than any one of the students attending this school." He said with a warm smile and twinkling eyes as he curiously looked at the armor moving on its own, which hadn't stopped, and was still moving towards the high table. He also eyed the two swords of the armor, interested in the craftsmanship.

Holly was barely keeping herself from gaping at the fact that the armor was for some reason here, walking around on its own and entering the Great Hall. She hopes it doesn't want to have sex at that very moment, because no matter how great the sex, she isn't willing to commit social suicide just at the snap of its fingers.

Thankfully for her, it didn't spare her a glance, instead looking at the old man on the golden throne at the high table, feeling the magic rolling off of him like great waves on the ocean, and it approached him until it was only a couple of metres away from him.

It knew exactly what it would do, and it was thrilled at finding a worthy opponent so fast and so soon in its search. It raised its twin swords from their scabbards, and pointed them at the wizened old man that didn't look even a little fragile.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow as the animated armor drew its weapons and pointed them at him, not making any other move to attack. He opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by a sickeningly sweet voice coming from beside him.

"Really Dumbledore, what is this? Are you completely unable to keep strange creatures away and out of the castle? Tut, tut that certainly speaks of your competence as a headmaster, or more accurately lack of competence." She said with a bright, mocking smile.

As he took a deep breath, ready to retort with a cheerful reply to her insults and mocking, a sudden feeling came from the strange enchanted armor.

[CHALLENGE FIGHT] It communicated, all of the people in the Great Hall bearing witness as it challenged the one who was said to be the greatest wizard alive without hesitation, and he gave off a bright grin as his eyes twinkled.

"Ah, you want to fight me? I assume not to death, no?" He said in a good mood, amused by the sudden surprise. But also ready to snap attention at any moment, in case it made any untowards movements.

[DENIAL] It 'said' for a moment, before continuing with its 'sentence'. [CHALLENGE FIGHT ADAPT IMPROVE] It continued, giving the reason for the challenge this time.

"Hmmm. I'm sure that would be a wonderful idea! I can't wait to see what you can come up with!" Dumbledore said with a grin as he looked at the newest mystery and wonder, itching to test it, to solve it, to research it.

With a flourish of his wand, the room suddenly extended, stretching and getting bigger until there was a large area in the middle of the room completely empty, good for the two of them to fight without the risk of collateral damage, especially after Dumbledore raised a barrier around the area, to ensure no stray spell would hit the students.

"At 'go' we begin the fight. Understand?" He said with another cheerful grin.

[AGREEMENT] Was the response.

"Very well. 3…"

"2…"

"1…"

"GO!" He shouted out with a grin, raising a marble wall from the floor as the cursed armor sprung forward, crashing into it and through thanks to its sheer strength, but its momentum was slowed enough that the old wizard was capable of twisting the stone around him into the statues of a couple of wolves, sending them towards the armor to keep it occupied while he wove magic into the air.

Of course, it could be kept for long, each strike of its blades destroying a wolf, shattering the animated construct into pieces, dodging away as pieces of the floor were ripped by the old man, and thrown at it.

A wall of flames burst in front of it, and it charged through, not stopping and no worse for the wear after the experience. If Dumbledore was surprised by that, he didn't show it, instead animating a good part of the floor the cursed armor was standing on, causing all of the stone to suddenly shift towards it, trying to engulf and restrain it.

With a burst of speed, the armor tries to reach the old wizard and slash at him, only for him to disappear with a pop and reappear on the other side of the arena, much to the surprise of the cursed armor.

Turning back, it charged towards Dumbledore once more, giving him enough time to do as he wished for a small amount of time, and he conjured wave upon wave of water, sending a veritable flood towards the living armor, to see how it would respond.

It simply tried powering through. Slowed down by the speed and mass of the wave of water, it nevertheless continued walking, if at a much slower pace. The water surrounding it suddenly focusing on it and turning up the pressure wasn't a problem for it, barely noticing the change.

What it did notice was all the water surrounding it turning to ice, trapping it in a cold, icy prison. For a couple of seconds at least, and then it burst out of there through sheer strength, partially shattering the ice it had found itself trapped in, and shattering more and more of it as it continued with its attempt to escape.

Of course, the headmaster didn't stay still as the armor worked itself out of the icy prison. Conjuring fireball after fireball with speed too fast for the eye to see, keeping the spells on hold as the armor tried breaking out the small iceberg.

And the moment it was out, dozens of flaming balls were sent towards it, different angles towards it, some going just straight, others curving around to hit from behind, and the cursed armor was kept busy for a little, parrying, dodging and tanking the volley of fire magic as the headmaster apparated away once more, popping back on the other side of the arena as he started moving the stone ground once more, forming constructs at blinding speeds, some simply basic animals, featureless warriors others more complicated, manticores made of stone, werewolves and trolls, all created from the stone floor and animated by the old wizard, a bright smile on his face as he tested himself in a non-lethal challenge against a complete unknown.

The armor wasn't quite as thrilled, annoyed by the teleporting and stalling of the wizard, but it couldn't complain or anything. A mobile and smart opponent is something it would undoubtedly encounter again, and it can't let itself become frustrated because it was being outmaneuvered and stalled constantly, with no opportunity to truly attack.

Each time the armor got too close to the headmaster, the same thing happened. He simply teleported away and started creating more animated constructs to stall and annoy the cursed armor, giving him time to weave spells into existence that wouldn't actually hurt it either, only annoying it as well.

It was annoyed by the sheer mobility of its opponent, but it couldn't do anything about it, only moving towards the current position of the headmaster, only for him to teleport away, again and again and again. It didn't think its spells would be capable of actually helping it in this situation, so it simply didn't reveal them to the old man, trying to tire him out, catch him after he was too exhausted to teleport anymore.

Sadly, after half an hour he still looked as energy filled as before, no worse for the air.

Clapping his hands, he smiled widely at the cursed armor, and addressed it.

"As exciting as this bout was, our students cannot stay trapped here, watching this forever. They have to move with their day, so we'll have to put it on pause, maybe resume it another day." He said as he removed the arena, the shield and canceled the extension he had made, returning the Great Hall to its previous condition.

As one, the entire student population of Hogwarts went onto their feet, and started applauding, hollering and cheering, and Dumbledore simply bowed down to their cheers, a smile gracing his face as he looked at the students, while the armor looked on in confusion.

"Give a bow for our audience as well, won't you? It seems they were very impressed by our performance." He said with a twinkle in his eyes, and the living armor simply obeyed, bowing down the cheering mass of students.

Umbridge looked like she had swallowed a particularly sour fly.

Lucius had been in a constant state of terror and fear for a long while now. Well, that was maybe a bit of understatement. It wasn't constant or anything, but the tantrums of his Dark Lady certainly weren't pleasant. At least he wasn't the one getting tortured. For the most part.

"HOW THE FUCK HAS NO ONE FOUND A SOLUTION FOR THIS YET?! ARE ALL MY MINIONS INCOMPETENT?" Yelled out the Dark Lord/Lady in a teenaged body.

"FUCKING RAT, BOTCHING UP A PERFECTLY GOOD RITUAL! FIND A WAY TO MAKE ME OLDER ALREADY, YOU PISS OF SHIT, CAUSE I'M NOT LOOKING FORWARDS TO BEING A TEENAGER FOREVER." She continued.

He spared a glance at her, taking in her unintimidating size, and shuddered in fear as her glare turned upon him.

Spoiler: Tammy Riddle (Fem Voldemort)

"AND WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" She shouted at him, pointing her wand at him, and he hurried to respond.

"N-nothing, my Dark Lady, I was simply looking to see if you had killed the rat." He quickly came up with an excuse.

"Not yet." She forced out through gritted teeth, turning her gaze back to the cowering animagus on the floor. "You're lucky that the ritual didn't also lower my magical might to the same it was back when I was a teenager, or I would have skinned you, salted you, dipped you in lemonade for several minutes and fed you to Nagini." The terrifying Dark Lady stuck in a teenager's body said.

She turned her gaze back to one of the several rescued prisoners, the one most versed in mystical magical secrets and researching secret magic or whatever they did in the Department of Mysteries. Lucius certainly didn't know, but it was most likely something like that.

"What have you found so far, Rockwood?" She said in a much less angry tone. Presumably since he was one of the ones who had gone to Azkaban for her instead of betraying her, though it was entirely possible that he simply didn't get the opportunity to actually betray her to make it.

"I think I can see the problem, my Dark Lady. The ritual you used to bring you back to life, you used it to also grant yourself protection against the protection of the Potter. The Ritual did by not only turning you into her pseudo-half sister, making you her relative and thus rendering you immune to the protection, since the protection itself is meant to protect those who are related to her, thus it extended to protecting you as well, it also rendered you to be the same age as the Potter girl after the ritual, since she was the basis the ritual reconstructed your body, as the other two people who were used for ingredients were male, and thus unsuitable for a template for your second body." Rockwood said with an emotionless voice, though his eyes sparkled with diluted excitement, barely able to muster up his joy for research after around 14-15 years of having everything that made him the man he was sucked away by Dementors.

"Hmph. At least the ritual was a success, but as I said before. I don't want to be stuck as a FUCKING teenager for the rest of eternity. At least I am probably older than Potter was, because I don't think I could bear the indignity of being 14 again." She said with a scowl on her face, before falling back onto her makeshift throne, looking boredly out of the window, then back at the cowering form of Wormtail at her feet.

"Oh, I am so going to get my revenge on Potter for this shit." She muttered to herself as she shooed Rockwood away, giving him some more research to keep him from falling back down into magically induced depression.

"Bring Bella to me, would you Lucius? I want to have a girl talk with her, maybe bring Narcissa as well if she is interested." Said the Dark Lady with a grin.

"At once, my Lady." He said while giving a quick bow and hurrying out of there.

Lady Voldemort, or Tammy Riddle if you were foolish enough to bring up her real name, was once more alone, and she sighed down as she looked at her young body once more.

"Still much better than being a bodiless wraith though…" She muttered under her breath as she played with her hair.

It's been a while since I wrote for this, or wrote at all. Was mostly busy with slacking off for the holidays, but I'm probably getting back to writing. Also, it's around 3:40 AM right now for me, I just finished with writing this chapter and have been writing for several hours, lmao.

Anyway, this whole thing with Tammy being a teenager wasn't planned out or anything, I just thought 'damn, wouldn't this be funny?' and decided to write it. Lmao.

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4 Ricoshot Enraged Disrespect

Now that I think about it, the way I am writing the cursed armor is reminding me a little about Abathur (from Starcraft 2) with its need for adaptation and evolution and increase in skill.

Wandering the halls of Hogwarts all on its lonesome after the rather interesting challenge that the old human posed was interesting. It wondered to itself how it would manage to defeat him in any future battle, or anyone and anything else that acted in a manner such as his, and was unsure of how it would face them. But for now it was simply exploring the castle, without any challenge standing in its way or foe to defeat.

Alone with its own thoughts, the cursed armor was suddenly surprised to be stopped by a student, a girl, who it had seen at the lessons that Holly taught twice or so per week, so it turned its helmet towards her in askance, confused on why she would suddenly be interacting with it.

"Hi! I'm Luna! Just came to say, I haven't seen something like you before, I'm so excited! And you're one of the very few monsters I've seen that can speak, or at least speak in an understandable way for a human! I just wanted to ask you for an interview for my daddy's magazine, The Quibbler. I'm sure daddy would be excited to get a real interview from a never seen before monster! So, what do you say?" She babbles out in a rapid stream, barely stopping herself to take a breath with how excited it is.

It takes a couple of seconds for the cursed armor to respond, but it senses an opportunity here, so it takes it.

[FOOD EXCHANGE AGREEMENT] It sends out in response to her, and she scrunches up her face for a second or two.

"Oh! You agree, so long as I feed you? What do you eat? Don't want to trick you and say that I'll give you food, but then not be capable of giving you food." She bounces on her feet, excited.

[HUMAN FEMALE LIQUID] Is the response from the living armor.

"You want to eat my blood, like a vampire? Will it hurt?" She asks with a curious look on her face.

[NEGATIVE BLOOD NEGATIVE PAIN] It tries to answer with a no to both of her questions, though it isn't exactly very good at communicating.

"Not my blood, but some other juice, and it won't hurt? That's great! Where do you want to have an interview?" She asks as she takes out a parchment scroll and a quill, ready to write as she bounces up and down from excitement.

[AGREEMENT FOLLOW] It 'says' to her as it begins making its way towards the seventh floor, and she follows after it, skipping as she moves, a wide smile on her face as moves.

In almost no time at all, the two of them are in its own personal room, where it had trained for so long, as well as a bed in the corner for the two of them to sit. Luna runs over there and jumps onto it, bouncing a few times as she waits for the cursed armor to walk over to her.

"Okay, now it's time to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer to the best of your abilities, ok?" She grins as she writes her own sentence onto the paper.

[AGREEMENT]

"Cool! That was the first question, here's the second: what do you do for fun? Oh, and before you answer that, let me write down for all the readers what is happening."

"With me, I have a new, unknown, never before seen creature! Smile for the camera!" She starts talking and writing to herself, only to pause and take out a camera out of nowhere and take a photo of the surprised cursed armor as it tries to figure out how it could smile for the camera.

"Thanks! Now to continue… It's some kind of monster that is capable of talking in an approximate manner that is understood by humans. In more detail, it is more talking in concepts through magic rather than works, because while it hasn't actually spoken or made a word yet, I can still understand it perfectly! More importantly, it's a never seen before monster that promised me an interview in which it would answer all my questions to the best of its abilities, and in exchange I'll give it something it wants!" She talks to herself as she writes all that down.

"Now, as I was saying, what do you do for fun?" She repeats the question with a bright, sunny smile.

[TRAIN ADAPT IMPROVE]

"Huh. So for fun you try to train yourself. How do you do that?" She asks as she writes everything down.

[FIGHT POWERFUL OPPONENT ENEMY CHALLENGE]

"Nice! So that's why you challenged Headmaster Dumbledore, you wanted to prove yourself against him! How do you say you did against him?" She continues with the questions, all while writing it down for the interview.

[TOO WEAK TOO SLOW] It begins, before pausing for a moment. Just as Luna looks like she's about to say something, it continues. [NEED BECOME BETTER NEED IMPROVEMENT] It finally ends nodding to itself.

"I believe in you! Can you tell me something about yourself?"

[OLD STRONG NOT STRONG ENOUGH] It decides to reveal to her, and she just nods and writes it down.

"And can you say something about your overall species?" She asks next.

[NO SPECIES ONLY ME] It pauses, then expresses itself once more. [UNIQUE INDIVIDUAL]

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to bring up something painful. So, I guess that means that you aren't capable of reproduction either, right? Then, how old are you?"

[NEGATIVE REPRODUCTION] It agrees to her, then responds to the second question. [AGE EQUAL MILLENNIA]

"Wow! Really, you're a thousand years old?! That's so cool!" Luna says with a grin as she writes it down. "How come no one has heard of you before?" She continues with that line of questioning.

[LONG SLEEP] It pauses for another moment, almost hesitating, before continuing. [SLEPT HERE]

"You've been sleeping in Hogwarts for a thousand of years? A wonder that no one ever found you before, but that means that something must have woken you up from your sleep, right?"

[AGREEMENT GIRL LIGHTNING INJURY WOKE ME] It reveals to her.

"That's my friend! That's so cool, you're saying that she's the reason for you waking up? I'll make sure to thank her, since without her I wouldn't have been able to do this wonderful interview." She brightly exclaims.

[AGREEMENT]

"Hmm, so if you have slept for the last millennia that means that you can't really give answers to political answers or really anything that isn't personal. That's sad, but there is nothing I can do about it. Instead, let me ask you another question! What do you look under the helmet?"

[NOTHING]

"There's nothing under the helmet? And here I was making up wild theories of how you would look under there. Kinda sad, but nothing I can really do about it." She pouted at it for its response, but nevertheless wrote it down.

"Not quite sure what else to ask about you. Do you want to volunteer some information about yourself that you think is important?" She asked with a sunny smile as she put her quill onto the paper once more, writing her own words down.

The armor stays silent for a couple of seconds, thinking up a response for her, before deciding on something to say.

[SKILLED SWORDSHIP] It says as it gets up from the bed and walks away. [WATCH WRITE DESCRIBE] It orders her as it takes out its swords out of its sheathes, which are just its own body.

With a flourish, it charges forward through the room, spinning around as it pretends it is fighting something, demonstrating its speed and movement to Luna.

"-moving so fast that I can't keep track of it with my eyes. Also swirling and twirling around with its swords faster than I keep track of, running and jumping around the room at astounding distances. It is quite interesting to look at, even if I can't actually tell much of what is going-" She mutters to herself as she writes down what she is seeing, which isn't very much.

Eventually, the cursed armor decided that it was enough of a demonstration, and walked back to the bed Luna was still laying and writing on.

"That was very impressive, even if I couldn't keep track of anything you were doing! Wonder what other creatures out there can move that fast. Anyway, back to the interview, what do you plan on doing now that you're awake?" She asks with a bright grin.

[FIGHT IMPROVE GROW STRONGER] It pauses for a moment, then continues. [STAY NOW LATER WANDER AWAY] Once more, it stops speaking, like it is searching for the right words. [EXPLORE SEARCH FIND STRONG OPPONENTS] It finally decides to end its answer.

Before Luna could stop writing and ask another question, it suddenly brought one of its hands up, as if it just remembered.

[FEED DEVOUR ABSORB POWERFUL OPPONENTS] It also adds to the answer, on what it will do to anyone it finds.

"We already talked about your feeding habits a little. You're planning on feeding off of strong opponents, right? But it won't hurt or kill them, right?" She asks, eagerly waiting for an answer.

[DENIAL PAIN DENIAL DEATH DENIAL HURT]

"So feeding from someone doesn't hurt, as you already said. Have anything else to add?"

[FEEDING NEGATIVE PAIN] It pauses for a moment, and adds something else. [FIGHTING PAIN FIGHTING HURT]

"Feeding from someone doesn't hurt, but you won't eat from anyone before you defeat them in a fight, so it'll hurt before you feed off of them? What about Dumbledore, why didn't you feed off of him?" She asks with a tilt of her head.

[AUDIENCE] It says, then stops and adds in. [LOSS DEFEAT] It adds as well, and finally ending with an [INCOMPATIBLE]

"You didn't eat from him because there were people there, because you lost and because he's or you're incompatible with each other in some way that prevents you from eating from him?" She questions, all the while writing everything down.

[AGREEMENT]

"Mmm. That's really interesting. What about the students here at the school?" She asks, not giving the armor a clue about what she's asking about.

For a moment it doesn't know what the question actually is, but it responds with what it can think of.

[WEAK DEATH TRIVIAL EFFORTLESS] It responds with a nod to itself, like the response wouldn't be concerning to a very high number of people.

"Fair enough. From what I saw with your fight with Headmaster Dumbledore, it was kind of a stalemate, right? Why would you say that was?"

[ENEMY POWERFUL FAST MOBILE FLEXIBLE] It decides after only a second of thinking about the answer.

"So he's just too strong and fast to catch, but not strong enough to actually defeat you?"

[AGREEMENT]

"Why do you want to be strong? Or even stronger than this? If you can put the strongest wizard of our age in a stalemate, aren't you already strong enough?" She asks, slightly confused and eager for the response.

[NEGATIVE STRENGTH NEED ABSOLUTE]

[STRENGTH EQUALS LIFE]

[STRENGTH EQUALS SURVIVAL ENTERTAINMENT FOOD ACTIVITY MOVEMENT IMPROVEMENT]

[CANNOT STAND STILL]

[STAGNANT NEVER] With a shake of its head it ends the constant barrage of concepts, staying silent once more, all while the student writes down his answer.

"That is a very interesting point of view. I don't agree with it, but I guess this is the difference between a human and monstrous point of view. Do you think you will ever reach a point where you don't need more strength?"

[DENIAL NEGATIVE NO NEVER] It says with a clear shake of its head.

[NEVER STOP NEVER SLOW]

"So… you'll just keep trying to get stronger forever, even if there will be nothing left strong enough to beat you?"

[NOTHING SELF AWARE EXISTENCE]

[STRONGER UNKNOWN EXISTS]

[ALWAYS ADAPT IMPROVE GROW]

"Hmm, let me think for a moment of what you're trying to say. It's not easy, you know?" She says as she taps her own quill against her lip, accidentally staining her lips with ink as she is thinking of what it means.

It takes a minute or so, but she finally seems to reach an approximate translation.

"So, what you're saying is that there will always be something stronger than you, you just won't know about that stronger being? What was that muggle saying? 'There's always a bigger fish?' or something like that? I don't think that's quite accurate, there must be a fish that is bigger than all of them, but who am I to decide how you live your life?"

"Anyway, I think that's all that needs to be said for the interview, at least for now! Bye bye readers!" She says, writing down her parting words onto the parchment, before stowing it away under her robe.

"Can't wait to send this to daddy! He'll be so excited with this intriguing interview!" She says with a smile.

"Now, how will you feed from me, Mr. Armor?" She asks with a bright smile.

In response, the cursed armor grabs her, dragging her onto the bed, tentacles springing from its body, from its faceplate, from between the joints of its armor.

They are swift in action, undressing her at staggering speeds, taking off her shoes, skirt, shirt all at the same time, before moving onto her underclothes and then finally her underwear and stockings.

Spoiler: Luna Lovegood

"Oh, this is breezy! And you didn't say anything about tentacles, you meanie! That would have been good information for the interview! Anyway, why do you need to undress me to feed from me?" She asks with an intrigued look on her face, as she stares down at the head of the armor hovering over her entrance, tentacles hanging in the air around, without touching her.

More tentacles move, and her legs are moved to the side, out of the way of the head of the cursed armor, wrapped all around her thighs, while more tentacles move across the rest of her body, teasing her.

From its visor emerges a long tongue-tentacle, covered completely in drool and saliva, and soon enough it is dripping down from it and onto the the pussy of the schoolgirl who is completely naked, at the mercy of the tentacled monster, all the while she stares at the tentacles hovering close to her, interested in how it is feeding from her.

Then she feels a pleasant touch down at her cunt, and she looks again to see the drool-covered tongue of the monster slip into her folds, bringing her even more pleasure and causing her to moan.

"A-ah~ I thought you were gonna f-feed from my blood, but I guess that those are the juices you want to devour from m-me. It is certainly n-nice-ahn~" She says, all the while staring at the tongue moving in and out of her, teasing her pussy, swirling and moving inside her to increase her pleasure as much as it could, cataloguing all of it.

"It's certainly nice, huh~" She chuckles out a single laugh, before interrupting herself with another moan as the tentacled monster moves its tongue even deeper into her entrance.

At the same time, the cursed armour was enjoying its appetizer, the rich taste of her dripping pussy, and it couldn't wait for her to orgasm, to get to the real food, the real meal. So, it moves its tentacles around, restraining her as more tentacles join the fray, moving around her, wrapping around her breasts, teasing her nipples, rubbing and wrapping around them.

One moves to her mouth, and she doesn't hesitate to accept it into her mouth, taking it into her mouth and immediately beginning to suck on it, while at the same time using her tongue to lick at the underside of it, tasting the soft, slimy texture of the tentacle driving deeper into her mouth and down her throat, before it backs off as she gags from it going too deep, and it settles in her mouth, allowing only a small amount of itself in, allowing her to lick and suck at its tip, while it enjoyed all her work without moving.

Others were moving across the rest of her body, rubbing, teasing and groping her, all the while the tongue of the living armor licked and lapped at her pussy, working hard and eagerly to bring her to orgasm so it could taste her, so it could taste the fruits of its labor.

In the meanwhile, another tentacle was moving to her other hole, rubbing against her ass, and before she could even realise its intention, it thrust itself into her tight backdoor, moving deep into her butt, wriggling into her and enjoying the feeling of clenching as she moved her muscles around it, as she felt herself get filled and felt the tentacle slowly travel her body, moving up her biology, somehow without hurting her.

She looked at her stomach, and she felt even more arousal as she watched the tentacle thrusting up her ass and into her stomach make a bump, a clear outline of where it is in her, and she moved one of her hands to rub the spot, and she was suddenly overtaken by even more pleasure as she rubbed the head of the tentacle through her own stomach, feeling it continue thrusting at her ass, all the while her mouth was filled with precum from the constantly dripping tentacle, and she was surprised at how pleasant the taste was.

More tentacles were unleashed upon her, and suddenly she felt two thin but long tentacles touching her ears, much to her confusion. Then they moved to her ear holes, prodding at them, and her confusion only grew at the strange behaviour, only for it to go away as she felt the two tentacles penetrate her ears, and pleasure rushed through her as she was stimulated, the aural pleasure too much for her to withstand in addition to all the other pleasure she was feeling, and her orgasm came through, feeding the cursed armour with her juices.

It eagerly drank them all, the taste like heaven on its tongue, feeding off of the magically rich fluid of the school girl who was currently going ahegao from the overwhelming pleasure, though none of the tentacles actually stopped pleasuring her, the ones in her ears only moving deeper and harder into her head, somehow not doing any damage despite the possible damage of the action.

But magic doesn't need to follow the rules of physics or biology, so despite what reality dictated, the tentacles moved deeper into her head, fucking her ears thouroughly and pleasurably, until they met her brain, then they just started wrapping around it, all while continuing to fuck her ears.

Of course, this only makes her cry out as even more pleasure rushes throughout her entire body, her squeals and shrieks of ecstasy muffled by the tentacle currently lodged into her mouth, that she was making sure to pleasure, lick and suck on as much as she could, and soon enough she was somehow cumming again, feeding the cursed armor, even more, which prompted the armor to begin cumming as well.

Filling her mouth with cum, she was not only pleasantly surprised, but incredibly surprised and happy at the deliciously tasting semen that was covering her taste buds, and was being shot into her stomach. Both sides, through her ass and mouth at the same time, her stomach was filled up with deliciously tasting, addictive cum that would surely get her waiting and ready for more.

Similarly, her pussy and womb were filled up with jizz as well, no matter the fact that it was completely infertile and incapable of actually causing a pregnancy in her. It was still pleasurable for her, to feel her womb get filled up, even if she wasn't getting bred.

Of course, the tentacles wrapped around her brain were cumming as well, and getting her head filled up with tentacle cum was a very unexpectedly pleasant feeling, and she couldn't do anything but pant out as her mind was clouded by the sheer stimulation of getting covered in jizz that would surely leave a lasting impact on her.

The cursed armor stopped for all of five seconds, before resuming with the fucking and drinking of her pussy juice, and Luna was all for it. Who knew that getting fed off of would feel so good~?

One thing was certain, the living armor wasn't satisfied with only that little bit of pleasure.

A couple of hours later, the cursed armor had finished feeding off of Luna, and was allowing her to rest a little bit from the exhaustion of fucking for so long.

"Haaaah~ That was nice… Why didn't you mention that you fed from having sex though? I thought you would drink my blood, my saliva, my eye juice or my brain juice or something along these lines, certainly not my pussy juices. Not that I minded it or anything." She asks as she is tucked in the bed, resting from the exhausting ordeal of fucking for so long, and after cleaning herself, or at least her exterior, her stomach, pussy and head were still sloshing with cum that would probably disappear by itself hopefully, because she was feeling too lazy to try getting rid of it at the moment.

The cursed armor simply shrugged its shoulders, unsure of why it decided to do that, but also uncaring and unregretful.

"Well, okay. Not really a problem. But I really should get going and owl my daddy this interview so he can publish it for tomorrow." She says, and the cursed armor nods and helps her out of the bed, bringing her clothes to her and carrying here out of there on its shoulders, leading her to the owlery and helping her with sending the owl.

"Thank you for the wonderful interview! And the rest!" She says with a bright smile, smooching the cursed armor on the cheek of its helmet, before skipping away back to her room in the Ravenclaw tower.

Walking away, the cursed armor is unsure of what to do now that it had fed. It would probably wander around for the rest of the day and night, exploring the castle and interacting with portraits and ghosts.

Rifling through the pile of newspapers, magazines and other trash that was boring, she sighed again, all to herself, alone in her room.

It was tragic that her, the Great Lady Voldemort, had to look through the newspapers for news because her minions were too incompetent to do it themselves, because they were too stupid to do it properly. Nevertheless, she was a merciful Lady, and was being merciful each second that she allowed those traitorous fools to live, and each second that she didn't torture them to insanity.

Truly, she was bored, and it was clear why. With nothing in the way of her greatness, all she had to do was wait. Fudge, the fool, would sabotage and stop the Old Man from doing anything effective against her, and each day that passed only brought him closer and closer to his death, whether that be through a carefully crafted plan made by her, to showcase her Greatness and Intelligence, or dying from old age was inconsequential. Though the first one would be preferable.

She couldn't wait until she conquered Britain, and then she would finally be the Queen-NO, the God Queen of Britain. She would have all the glory, respect and adulation she deserved. She would enjoy immortality, and also kill that brat that gave her defective, shitty teenaged form, Holly Potter.

Oh, how she wanted to punch that bitch in the face, but she couldn't do that for a variety of reasons, so she just laid back on her throne and fumed that she couldn't punch Holly Potter in the face, before torturing her to death for being such an annoyance.

Suddenly, she spotted something interesting in one of the magazines she was looking through.

It was The Quibbler, and although her minions claimed that this was a useless, paranoid rag for stupid people, she didn't believe them for a moment that they could tell the difference between truth and lies, the sheep that they were.

The title on the first page was intriguing, and what brought her attention.

"Interview with Ancient Monster Awoken at Hogwarts" was pretty eye-catching after all.

Reading through it was quite interesting, though she wasn't quite sure if she could believe it yet. She would ask Severus later if there actually was such a monster at Hogwarts, but until then she would assume that the interview was truthful.

Finding out that this creature apparently decided to fight the Old Man as the first thing it did publicly was interesting, though she couldn't quite hide her disbelief that a random factor managed to bring the Old Man to a tie. If it was true, it either meant that the Old Man had rusted more than she expected, or that this truly was a powerful creature.

Finding out that creature was unique and incapable of reproduction brought a small amount of relief to her, but finding out that it was a millennia old freezed her in her place. That… was as old as Bethy, the Basilisk. Could… could this monster be a similar guardian beast created by the Founders to defend the school? Because it would make this interview suddenly much more believable.

The fact that the Potter girl was the one to bring it waking made her want to tear the magazine in half in her hands, but she restrained herself from ripping apart the important source of information, and instead continued reading.

Hmm… an empty suit of armor that could keep up with the Headmaster? Unbelievable, yet… she wasn't as doubtful of this as she had expected. She would hold her opinions until talking to Severus.

Her eyebrows rose as she continued reading. It… wanted to grow stronger? It wanted to grow in strength and skill, become more powerful? And once it was confident in itself, it would wander to fight stronger opponents? The chance of having to fight it one day just rose sharply, so she would research ways to deal and impede sword users.

It… ate people. It claimed it didn't kill them, but she didn't trust the word of a creature itself claiming it doesn't eat people, or at least that it doesn't hurt if it 'eats' or 'devours' or 'absorbs'. The fact that it wouldn't or couldn't do it in public just puts its words into question even more.

She skims through the next part, the creature describing Dumbledore as being too strong and fast to corner, but not enough to defeat it.

Then she reads what comes next, and narrows her eyes. She can't help but agree with its words. Strength is what matters in this world, and without strength you are nothing but a stepping stone for someone else, just a puppet to be led around by the strong. Yes, she could certainly agree with its need for strength, even if it would lead to the two of them crashing in the future.

It does bring a smile to her face, the determination of the creature to always be stronger. But what doesn't is its idea that there would always be another hidden foe, stronger and more powerful and skilled than the one before. She can't say that she disagrees… but she also can't say she agrees. She is unsure of how to feel about that.

Before her thoughts can spiral, she hears the door opening, and turns her head to see Severus entering the room. She grins, red eyes flashing in a smug way as she stares at him.

"Tell me, Severus, was there some kind of armored creature that… challenged the Headmaster in some way yesterday?" She asked him, and the way he flinches she knows she is right on the spot.

"Yes, Mistress… yesterday, right in the middle of lunch, an armored creature burst into the Great Hall, marched up to the Headmaster… and challenged him to a fight, talking without speaking in words, only magic." The Potion Master agreed with her and explained the situation that had occurred.

"Hmmm. Interesting… and how did the fight conclude?" She continues on.

"It… was a stalemate. Neither the Headmaster nor the creature could bring enough harm to each other to end the fight, so after 30 minutes the Headmaster concluded the fight in order to allow the students to get back to eating. Why, is there something special about this creature?" He asked.

"I am not yet sure, but it seems that it could either be an enemy or ally to our cause, depending on how I play my cards. Now shoo!" She says as she does a shooing motion with her hand, which the Potion Master promptly follows.

Once he leaves, she is once more on her lonesome.

She grins and rubs her hands together, grinning gleefully.

"Oh, things are going to get interesting." She says with an ecstatic smile.

That was… interesting. I tried making teenage Voldemort a little chunni, but not sure how successful I was with it.a

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The wandering of the armor led it to the outside of the castle, the moon hanging beautifully in the sky, barely not obscured by the clouds. It was a beautiful sight, one the armor hadn't seen before in its life, which should be obvious considering that it had spent its entire life so far in a single room.

But it wasn't there to admire the night sky, no matter how beautiful it was, how the stars glittered in the sky like a million, billion gemstones that the armor couldn't help but appreciate.

No, what it was looking for instead was more challenge, and the forest ahead certainly looked like it could provide it the challenge it wished for. It didn't know why, but the ominous feeling drifting from the forest made it sure that there was something challenging there.

So, it walked forward into the woods, prepared to face a challenge. Hopeful to face a challenge more like, ready to kill and be tested.

Walking through the forest, it waited for something to happen.

And it walked.

And walked.

And walked.

It walked for what felt like a long time, but was probably much less than it thought. Nevertheless, soon enough it saw webs here and there, and not the tiny webs of a normal spider, but big enough to catch a squirrel or a bird.

As it continued forward the webs grew bigger and appeared more often, occasionally finding animals struggling in them, only getting themselves stuck even more into the web, and others who were wrapped up and dead.

This part of the forest was clearly the domain of some kind of spiders, and the armor was excited to see if they would put up a good fight for itself.

The first monstrosity it saw was a car sized spider barrelling towards it. Feeling confident and curious at the same time, it opted out of drawing its blades, instead interested in how well it would do against this creature in hand to… leg?

Either way, hand to hand, hand to leg, the result was still the same. With a simple and effortless tug, the leg of the arachnid was torn from its socket and discarded, leaving the creature one leg short. Before it could back off, its head was grabbed by a gauntleted hand.

With a tightening of its fist, the head of the massive spider burst like an overripe fruit, splashing its gauntlets, the trees and the forest floor in sticky haemolymph. Continuing forwards, it soon came upon another spider, and it tried to similarly pounce upon the armor.

Grabbing it by the thorax, the armor cruelly flipped it upside down, placing one of its legs to the place where its stomach could possibly be placed. Not like it knew enough about biology to actually tell.

That wasn't important, the important part is that the cursed armor proceeded to rip out of their sockets the legs of the spider. One. By. One, they were torn off and discarded, useless except for the prospect of tormenting this creature.

Soon enough, the legless, struggling acromantula lost its will to live or something like that, because it slipped down and simply stopped moving. If it was just playing dead, it was a good actor, because the armor ignored it and continued on its merry way from next on.

More and more spiders made their way towards it, and it relentlessly slaughtered them all, chopping limbs off, crushing them beneath its foot, ripping them apart until they were drained of life, slamming against them until the sheer impact force killed them.

Of course, not all of them were as big as the first two. These spiders so far seemed to be impressively big, but not truly strong enough to do much.

The reason it had been so easy to kill them so far is most likely the fact they had all been on their lonesome. None of them had been prepared or had allies to back them up.

So, when the cursed armor comes upon a group of them, it expects more of a fight than it had faced so far.

And it isn't disappointed, as they all leap towards it as one, trying to hold it down or pin in place, fangs ready to pierce through it and try to inject the venom of the monsters into its body.

It wasn't sure how effective it would be, so the first two strikes of its swords sliced apart the leading spider that looked to be the one most likely to try to envenom it, tearing through two of its legs in the first slice and cutting its head in half in the second.

A step back and moving low, it managed to dodge most of the attacks of the spiders, all of them flying past itself as they overshot, only one of them managing to crash into its crouched down body, wrapping around its form and trying to keep it in place.

Moving once more, it easily tore off the spider hanging onto it, throwing it onto the ground and stomping onto it to cause a large portion of the chitin on its back to crack, the damage being spread around like a spiderweb of cracks ironically enough.

Another stomp, and the chitinous armor of the spider gave in, falling apart and inward into its own body, the foot of the cursed armor alongside it, crushing and turning to paste any important internal organs that might have been found there.

Of course, the other spiders hadn't been just staring as their brother was killed, and they once more leapt towards the armor, trying to trap it between them.

They managed at least a partial success, several of the spiders crashing into it and on top of eachother, managing to get it to fall to the ground. The screeches of cheers were loud and grating, or they would have been if there was any human there to hear them. As it was, the armor didn't care about their cries of triumph, only the feeling in its shoulders as several fangs tried to pierce through its armored body to inject venom into it. And failed, barely even causing a dent into its armor, the venom flowing onto the shoulder and dripping down its body without causing any harm.

It was easy for the armor to move back up, ignoring the weight of several spiders piled on top of it and trying to pin it down. It shook them all off with relative ease, grabbing its swords once more and slicing through one or two of them at once, mostly the one hanging onto its body most tightly.

The spiders fell away and off, most of its limbs sliced off before it could even realise what was happening, its head following suit at blinding speeds, not even letting it realise the situation before it was decapitated.

Slicing through more of them easily, the spiders realised that the armor had been toying with them, gouging out their abilities and strength and tactics from the moment they had entered combat.

More screeches sounded out throughout the clearing, of anger and frustration and annoyance. The remaining spiders split in two forces, one of them charging the armor with reckless abandon, knowing their lives were forfeit, while the other hurried away to alert the rest of the Hive of the powerful foe attacking them.

The massacre was brutal, and none of the spiders that were left behind managed to survive, but the message of danger was sent to the rest of the Hive. Not that it wouldn't have eventually, several Hive Workers disappearing without a trace couldn't just remain unnoticed.

The armor decided that the several dead spiders were good enough prey for its newest pet. Bringing the summoning instrument to its lips, it called for the baby dragon, and it answered with ease, showing up atop the small hill of spider corpses and digging into their flesh with hunger fueled frenzy.

Petting the little monstrosity on its head as it gorged itself on its dead enemies, the living armor waited for it to finish feeding off of them before dismissing it once more, getting to moving once more ever deeper into the forest.

Eagerly it went, impatient to sharpen its skills upon the creatures of the forest. If it could have, it would have been grinning in a rather bloodthirsty manner. As it was, it had to express itself through combat rather than expressions or body language.

The webs and carcasses of dessicated creatures continued to be ever present decorations at the edge of its path as it continued walking.

It didn't take too long until it found more enemies to fight, these ones a little different than the previous spiders it had massacred.

A little bigger, fiercer and scarier looking. Armor a bit thicker, looking like they were generally stronger and better than the previous.

Walking forward, it enjoyed the way the massive monstrosities backed up a couple of feet in fear. They were nothing compared to the dragon, but it would still enjoy whetting itself upon them.

With a leap forward, it sunk its sword into one of the eyes of the nearest spider. It screeched out in pain, shaking itself as it tried to get its attacker into a position where it could attack it.

The others did not stay still, a few of them jumping forwards onto their brethren, uncaring of its life as long as the threat was dealt with, dozens of gleaming fangs ready to sink into the cursed armor, while the rest of the spiders circled around, trying to make sure there was no place for the armor to escape.

In response, the armor managed to mostly dodge out of the way of the attacking spiders, most of them either missing or colliding with other arachnids in the air.

It did, however, grab one of them by one of its fangs, stopping it in its tracks, ripping it out of the mouth of the creature and making it hiss out its pain as it fell on its back from the complete loss of momentum.

Driving the long fang of the spider into its own head, the crunch of cracked carapace as the improvised weapon pierced through the armor of the spider in the underside of its head, and emerged out the other side with another sick crack, the arm of the living armor sunk into the head of the arachnid monster to the elbow to make the fang reach so far.

Wrenching its hand free, it tore apart the head as it turned towards the other spiders still encroaching on it, fang discarded as its sword reformed in its hands, dark metal swishing through the air as two different spiders had a few of their limbs chopped off.

A step forward and another swing of its blades, and more limbs were severed from their owners, haemolymph spraying through the air, staining the earth and the armor in their life fluids.

Another step, and their heads were cut in half, still attached to the bodies, faces split in two.

Fangs sunk into its shoulders, dripping with venom. Multiple spiders snuck up on it, sinking their teeth into it. None of them actually penetrated its armor, and the venom slid off of it like water, dripping down its shoulders, down its body and onto the ground.

At the same time, the cursed armor reacted accordingly. It grabbed two of the spiders by their heads and twisted, wrenching the heads from their places, crushing them to paste in its hands and letting the gore drip down onto the ground with a wet plop.

More spiders tried to attack it. More of them met their ends at its hands.

Legs torn off, decapitated, disemboweled, crushed to death under its metal greaves, bisected, and other such unfortunate fates.

The dead spiders littered the ground, impeding the movements of both their still alive brethren and of their killer, with each one of them being bigger than a car.

Of course, the cursed armor didn't let that even slow it down from the massacre it was performing.

It didn't take much longer for the spiders to realise they were outmatched and to begin running away in terror from the emotionless, fearless killing machine that threatened the Hive.

The armor decided to retreat for now, to head back to the castle and continue sharpening its skills another day. Or another night, most likely.

It didn't take too long to head away from the spider infested parts of the forest, webs and wrapped up bodies becoming rarer and rarer as it moved in the opposite direction, until finally they stopped showing.

Only a little later was it outside of the forest, heading towards the lake nearby to wash itself of the great amount of haemolymph staining most of its body.

The water didn't feel cool when touching it. It didn't really feel like anything at all, barely being felt. It continued walking forward into the water, its helmet quickly being submerged along the rest of its body as it walked on the sea bed.

Heading deeper and deeper into the water, it looked around at the dark and murky area, trying to find anything of interest.

Suddenly, something shot forward and wrapped itself around its leg, trying to dig itself into the body of the living armor. Dozens of needle-like teeth dug into the cursed armor, trying to eat its way into its body, but all its efforts were wasted upon the metal greaves of the living armor, its teeth receiving the most damage between the two of them.

Wrapping its hand around the creature and squeezing down on it, the armor felt the leech creature struggle in its grasp, trying to slip away from its fingers. Squeezing down onto it, the desperate wriggling of the creature intensified as it tried to get away from its death sentence.

It died swiftly after, its organs squeezed down and ruptured, blood leaking from every orifice it could leak from, with the body still remarkably intact. Squeezing down a little harder, it didn't take much more force for the flesh to tear apart along with the organs, blood and guts and organs squeezed out of the poor creature that had attacked the living armor.

After what just happened, the living armor was quite curious about all the blood and guts now floating through the water, the bloody red liquid dispersing into a mist. It hadn't seen something like that before until today, with the spiders, and now here, with the strange leech.

It was eager to experience this more, to drench itself in blood and crush its enemies with overwhelming power, to smash through them, to utterly and violently destroy them.

But for now it was satisfied with what it had accomplished for the day, so it walked out of the water just a short while later, staring up at the moon now dipping back down, heralding the start of a new dawn, the first one the cursed armor would ever see.

The sight of the Sun rising for the first time in its life was a great one. It was a beautiful one, and while it appreciated the view, it didn't let itself get distracted for too long.

After basking in the warmth and beauty of the Sun for a few minutes, it started making its way back inside the castle, pleased with its accomplishments for the night, now ready to wander around the school once more, and maybe get in a snack or two.

In almost no time at all, it found itself in the Great Hall, where humans gathered in the morning to eat some of their food and interact with each other. The armor didn't bother trying to talk or interact with any of them, so suddenly being accosted by one of them despite its disinterest was annoying.

"Hem-hem. I am Madame Umbridge, one of the professors in this fine establishment. As one of the teachers in this school, I order you to come with me in order to receive testing at the Ministry." She suddenly said from behind the armor, and it turned around to find one of the ugliest humans it had seen so far in its long life.

What was even more confusing was the fact that she was trying to command it. It was unsure as to why she thought it would listen to her orders, but decided to deign with a response, if only to make her leave it alone.

[DENIAL] It answered her without hesitation.

"No? That is quite the problem. As an unregulated, possibly dangerous creature in a castle full of students, it is my duty to ensure that you are properly studied by Ministry personnel to confirm that you are not a danger to my charges. As such, if you do not comply I will be forced to restrain you or even call the Aurors." The witch said, her eyes full of malicious joy for some unknown reason.

The cursed armor turned away, content with ignoring the strange and ugly witch that wanted something with it.

Of course, the shouted "INCARCEROUS!" from behind it changed its mind quite quickly, and within a blink of an eye it had its swords drawn from nothing as it turned back to the witch. Faster than the eye could process, its blades lashed out, cutting away the conjured ropes moving to tie it up, and it sprinted forward, ready to cut away the human who had just attacked it.

Sadly, it was interrupted by a wall of stone coming between the two of them, which wouldn't have stopped it if it wasn't also for the shout of the older wizard.

"STOP!" The Headmaster said, and while the living armor didn't want to listen, it didn't want to face him in a fight to the death before it was ready and able to kill him, so it backed away from the wall despite how much it rankled.

A couple of seconds later the wall fell away, to reveal an incredibly pale, scowling Madame Umbridge that was trembling in fear from what had just nearly happened.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't try to kill one of my Professors, thank you. And Madame Umbridge, please do not try to attack a guardian armor of Hogwarts or whatever it is. Trying to force it out of Hogwarts would be like trying to force the Giant Squid out of the Black Lake, I'm sure. Not something most people would be successful in, so let bygones be bygones and don't try something foolish like that again." Dumbledore admonished the both of them, though mostly Umbridge, much to her outrage and anger.

She was turning quite a brilliantly ugly shade of red, and seemed to be quite furious despite the fact she had nearly died only a couple of seconds prior.

"You are telling me to let 'bygones be bygones', when this-this CREATURE almost just murdered me?! What kind of crackpot school do you run here, Dumbledore?! The Minister will be made aware of this!" She shouted out into the silent Great Hall, most of the students watching the show with curiosity instead of eating or talking.

"Yes, I am. It is clearly a powerful creature that I would not be surprised had been left by one of Founders, similarly to the Giant Squid. The fact that you attacked a creature that was almost a match for me shows that you hadn't been properly thinking about the consequences of the action you planned to take." He said with a disapproving look in his eyes as he talked to her, all of the students in the Great Hall waiting with bated breath as he continued.

"I cannot even begin to imagine what you had been thinking, Dolores, but I'm unsure what you would even try to do now. I sincerely doubt even a dozen Aurors would be capable of taking this enchanted armor on, so there is no sense in antagonising it further, and I would not help them in restraining it considering that I am reasonably sure that this is a protection on the castle left from the Founders. Even if I am wrong in regard to that, it is still quite a fearsome creature that will hopefully protect students in the case of any danger." The Headmaster continued on, before finally falling silent as he picked up a fork to eat his delicious breakfast.

Umbridge was red in the face, a mix of anger and embarrassment clear in her expression, but she didn't say anything else, silently going to her spot at the table to eat her breakfast in abject humiliation she would probably be taking out on the students some time later.

Next chapter is lewds probably, for those of you who are here just for that, lmao.

Also, bullying Umbridge is always the morally correct option

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4 Ricoshot Enraged Disrespect

As Umbridge scurried away to the professors table with her metaphorical tail between her not-so-metaphorical legs, the gaze of the cursed armor wandered between the gathered students, looking for one that would be the best to try to feed on.

The one that drew its attention the most was the blonde one at the green table that seemed to be glaring at Holly with fury in her eyes, while the black haired girl glared back just as much, anger or annoyance or a mix of the both in their eyes. It seems the two disliked each other for some reason, or at least that's what it looked like to the living armor.

Of course, it didn't really care too much about that, but it wouldn't mind if it improved the relation between the two of them either. If fucking the blonde one and the black haired one together made them be closer to each other or made them hate each other more, it was none of its concern.

But for that to actually happen it would have to fuck and feed off of the blonde one first, so it left the Great Hall and stopped outside, getting in line with the other suits of armor in the castle, not fitting in with them in the slightest. That didn't matter if no one actually bothered to look at them and spot the odd one out.

It simply sat and watched as the students exited the Great Hall, and when it saw the blonde witch exit it almost walked after her. After thinking about it for a second it changed its mind. It was reasonably sure that she had classes to get to, and if she was missing the teachers would go looking for her. It would be better to find her after she finished with her classes.

In the meantime, it would slowly follow after her while making sure no one noticed it was stalking a particular student.

That's how it spent most of its mourning, following after Danica Malfoy, all the while she remained entirely unaware of her armored stalker, going about her day with no concern but the schoolwork and mocking others for not properly doing their schoolwork or for being stupid or for being ugly or for being poor or for their blood status… She liked mocking people a lot, for a variety of reasons.

Not without her small clique of friends, to laugh at her 'ingenious' jokes and protect her in case one of the students got a little too offended and wanted to attack her for her words or something.

Not one of them actually noticed the looming, pitch black as the night suit of living armor that followed them wherever they went. Apparently they heavily lacked awareness of their surroundings to not notice something so threatening and obvious. Or maybe the cursed armor was better at stealth than it had thought, it was unsure.

Eventually classes ended and Danica was left alone by her friends to go on her own to go do whatever she wanted. The armor wasn't actually sure why they left her to do her own thing since it wasn't exactly listening attentively to what the students had been doing or talking about, and it didn't really care about that either.

Stepping out into the path of the student, it briefly wondered how she would react to it suddenly appearing out of nowhere and getting in her path. It wasn't exactly sure what it had been expecting, but her reaction certainly came as a surprise.

"You are the creature that fought Dumbledore a couple of days ago!" She shouted out in surprise, taking a step back. After a couple of seconds of the armor not doing anything, she seemed to regain her confidence and smugness.

"I am Danica Malfoy, as I am sure you already know. My greatness and beauty must have surely attracted you, not that I can blame anyone for being charmed by me. I am the most beautiful woman in the school after all, no matter what some might say." She seemed briefly annoyed for a moment, before she shook her head and regained her bright and smug smile once more.

"You must be here to swear your eternal service and loyalty to me. I am unsurprised, of course, my beauty is unparalleled. Of course, none of the current wizards are worthy of my hand from what I have seen so far, all of them too weak or unworthy of me." She continued talking about her beauty to the cursed armor, much to its confusion.

"But enough of that, you are here to swear your eternal loyalty to me, are you not, creature? Your payment will be most likely superior to that of a House Elf, considering your might and skills in battle that could serve for great use as a bodyguard for me, protecting me from all those mudbloods and blood traitors and other unsavory people such as that. And other creatures, of course."

It was incredibly baffled by the witch in front of it, already talking about swearing its eternal loyalty to her even though they had met mere moments before.

She, seeing its hesitation, decided to continue talking to it in order to gain its loyalty, she hoped.

"My father is one of the richest and most important wizards in the Wizarding World, and he will surely find a good use for you if you agree to work for us. All that business with getting checked at the Ministry and other such things can be forgotten about and swept under the rug, as well as your little… mishap with Madame Umbridge. No need for something silly like calling the Aurors, no?" She said with what might actually be a sly smile.

"Furthermore, whatever dietary needs you have shall be provided for, entertainment in the form of combat will be negotiated after seeing how much worth you have as a bodyguard and other positions, as well as possible instructors if you wish for that."

She pauses for a second, smirking for a moment before schooling her expression once more.

"Of course, your association with Potter will have to end, even if she woke you up from your hibernation or sleep or whatever."

She continued talking some more, all the while the cursed armor stopped listening and instead started thinking about something else.

Her offer really wasn't very tempting. At all. It could find combat and opponents to sharpen itself against all on its own, without the need of help from a human. Similarly, it wasn't content with just being given food, not because it didn't want to, but because it could take sustenance from them for itself. It didn't need her or her father or other people to offer it food in exchange for something when it could simply grab her and feed off of her for free, without going through any hassle, or nearly without any.

It really wasn't a very hard decision to make. But it could still pretend to be interested in the offer and lead the Malfoy girl away and into its room to have some privacy while it fed from her.

So that's what it did, it motioned for Danica to follow after it with a wave of its hands and it turned away as it began making its way towards the Seventh floor.

"Oh, decided to take me up on my great offer? Can't say I'm surprised, it was obvious from the very beginning that you'd agree to become my bodyguard, I'm sure father will be very pleased with me for acquiring your service, and I'm sure Potter will be incredibly pissed that I stole you away from her, fufufufu~" She grinned to herself as she skipped after the cursed armor.

Only a couple of minutes later, the two of them were on the Seventh floor, with Danica staring confused at the cursed armor going towards an empty wall as if there was a door there. She was about to open her mouth to question its intelligence when a door actually did appear on the wall and opened to reveal a reasonably sized room with a beautiful, large and cushioned bed at the centre of it.

"Wow, I haven't seen something like this before! That bed looks very comfortable, and if I slept here I wouldn't have to deal with sharing the dorms with four other girls. Can you imagine it, having to share the dorms with four other people? Disgusting, the standards really should be raised." She yammered on, voice filled with annoyance and disgust as she complained about the dorms.

She jumped onto the bed, bouncing a few times thanks to the sheer bounciness and flexibility of the mattress, laying down on it and sighing in relaxation as she closed her eyes and layed on the incredibly soft bed.

"Thanks for showing me this place! I knew it was a good idea to recruit you!" Danica happily informed the cursed armor.

"I definitely wasn't doing it just because I wanted to steal you away from Potter…" She muttered to herself, still barely loud enough for it to hear.

Still, she simply sat down and rested in the massive bed, not thinking about anything else but how comfy it was. Big mistake.

As she relaxed, the cursed armor started approaching her, looking down at her laid down for, looking so peaceful and beautiful and attractive. It wanted to tear the clothes off of her and feed, but it was unsure if this was the right moment or if it should wait for her to fall asleep first.

After thinking about it for a couple moments more, it decided that actually it didn't care, and just wanted to snack on the tasty morsel lounging and relaxing in front of it.

Tentacles emerge from its everywhere, ready to fuck and fill the young witch in front of it, all the while she remains unaware of what will happen to her. The appendages move towards her, all at the same time, and effortlessly rip her clothes off of her body, letting them spread across the bed, in pieces, while she suddenly screams in a mix of mortification, anger and embarrassment at what just happened.

Spoiler: Danica Malfoy

"What the hell is wrong with you, you creature?!" She screams out as she opens her eyes, interrupted from her relaxation in a brutally harsh way.

Her protests fall silent, her expression turning startled and scared as she stared at the dozens of tentacles surrounding her now naked body.

"Noooooooo! No-no-no, get away from me you disgusting creature!" She screams out as she tries to get to her feet and grab her wand, only to be restrained by the tentacles.

"LET ME OUT! WHEN MY FATHER HEARS OF THIS HE'LL PUT A SWIFT END TO YOUR EXISTEN-!" She continues, even louder than before, only to be interrupted by a thick, girthy tentacle that was forced into her mouth, the cursed armor deciding to take the opportunity to silence her and also pleasure itself using her warm and pleasurable mouth.

More tentacles start joining in restraining her, groping her bountiful assets, rubbing against her breasts, wrapping around her bountiful bosom and beginning to move back and forth tightening and loosening the hold over her breasts rhythmically, one tit, then the other, alternating between each one as it squeezed them in a way that left her panting and wanting for more.

Her ass wasn't left alone either, her wonderful bubble butt struck and slapped by a couple of especially soft and weak but eager tentacles, sending strikes into her soft, gropeable butt that were strong enough to feel and leave a mark, but not enough for the pain to outshine the pleasure she felt from the action, each strike filling her with a humiliating mix of pain and pleasure that simultaneously left her wanting for more while filling her with shame for enjoying the treatment.

The cursed armor continued with the teasing and foreplay for another minute or so, content to only play with her body without properly feeding on her for the moment, but that didn't last, of course.

Its patience eventually ran out, and it decided that it was now time to properly pleasure her and properly feed off of her. Her protests, still muffled by the tentacle lodged in her mouth, only increased as more tentacles moved, this time moving her legs back until they were next to her head, pinned next to her hands on the mattress, while more tentacles moved towards her exposed cunt and backdoor.

Unceremoniously, with no warning given, a massive tentacle rammed itself into her, taking her virginity while thrusting as deeply into her as it could, making her whine in pleasure as her pussy was pleasurably stretched by the massive appendage.

Rubbing against her quickly wettening pussy folds, she moaned out in reluctant and unwanted pleasure, unsure of how to stop herself from letting out such disgusting, degenerate sounds and hating herself for enjoying the sensations that coursed through her as it continued with fucking the spoiled heiress.

In no time at all she was dripping wet, and the massive tentacle was moving deeper and deeper into her tight entrance, to the point where it was slamming against the entrance of her womb, each impact and ram against her rattling her insides and making another shock of pleasure shoot through her as she felt the sensation and imagined the appendage move even deeper into her.

Then it did, managing to slip or widen the entrance to her womb enough to make its way in there, and continue thrusting away at her, all the while her protests and screaming orgasms intertwined with each other, while she was unsure of where one ended and the other began.

What was clear and surprising, to her at the very least, was the bulge in her stomach as the cursed armor continued fucking her with its tentacle, her tummy distending around the invading tendril and harmlessly making way for the appendage to continue fucking her, deeper and deeper, all without any pain to be felt by her.

Here orgasms weren't exactly constant or anything, but it wasn't exactly hard to make her cum either. The cursed armor was certainly pleased with its meal, but it was also not satisfied with the small amount it had so far, of course.

But before it could do anything else, it also reached its threshold of pleasure and started cumming as well. Pumping gallons or litres of cum into her mouth and down her throat was amazingly pleasurable, just as her beautiful expression was, morphed into one filled with pleasure and delight as she tasted the sweet jizz of the cursed armor on her tongue and in her mouth and sliding down her throat and settling down in her stomach, while other tentacles shot cum onto her fair skinned body, the white cum still quite obvious her pale skin, clinging to her breasts and ass and stomach in an entirely erotic manner.

Even more of the liquid was pumped into her pussy and shot into her womb, slowly filling her more and more, all the while she felt herself get filled up and moaned out in exhilaration from the amazing feeling of having cum pumped down her throat or on her skin or shot into her deepest, most private parts.

The living wasn't done yet, not nearly so. It picked up the pace as soon as it finished its orgasm, moving another tentacle to her tight, not yet touched rosebud, then pushed it into her backdoor, causing another strangled, pleasured gasp to escape her.

Not that it really cared, but it was just as happy to give its own partners a good amount of pleasure, so it made sure to at least try to do that, and it had succeeded so far in its goal.

As it moved the tentacle in and out her ass, causing her even more moans as she was played and toyed with by around a dozen or so tentacles, she wondered to herself why she was enjoying this so much, why she wasn't protesting or struggling more to get out of this. Or even at all.

Then she had another orgasm, and she was reminded of why she was enjoying it so much, most of the protests and outrage in her head once more being drowned out by the waves of pleasure she felt from being fucked by tentacles that could pleasure her oh so wonderfully.

So, she simply laid there, allowing the cursed armor to do as it wished without any protest, not that it would have mattered much, or at all, if she had been protesting her treatment at the 'hands' of the living armor.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway, but she didn't, couldn't think about that at the moment, too focused on the sheer pleasure constantly on her mind as the tentacles thrusted in and out of her, ramming into her, filling her, teasing her nipples and slapping her ass and wrapping around her tongue and so many other things, all at the same time, without stop or hesitation.

Orgasm after orgasm, she was fucked hard and fast and rough, no moment for her to relax or think or do anything but take each thrust and slam of the tentacles against her most private areas.

And then she was being filled up and fed the delicious, yummy cum again, and this time she eagerly licked the tentacles shooting its load into her mouth, making sure to savour the sweet and tasty treat being fed to her so pleasurably, while more of it was pumped into her womb or unleashed into her ass, shooting even more jizz into her insides and even to her stomach.

It was wonderful, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself, and in no time at all she was once more moaning and groaning and enjoying the way that tentacles moved in and out other, feeling the tendrils coil around her breast, play with her ass or clit or 'kissing' her by wrapping around her tongue.

She returned the 'kiss' with no hesitation, eyes rolled up to the back of her head as she slurped and sucked the tasty tentacle. She couldn't really do much for the other tentacles, o matter how much she wished to help with those as well, but her concerns were quickly driven out of her as she orgasmed again, and again, seemingly without stop.

More cum filled her, more orgasms, more tasty treat she eagerly gulped down, like a man dying from thirst drinking their first water in days.

Suffice to say, she was greatly enjoying the experience, so when the tentacles started pulling away and dropped her onto the cum-stained bed, she loudly complained about it.

"Hey! Why are you stopping now?! You can't just do that then suddenly stop! Though I guess that I can't just stay here and enjoy this for the rest of the day either." She sighed in annoyance as she got up, most of her body covered in semen. She didn't really seem to mind it. No, she actually seemed to be quite pleased with herself, and in no time at all she was licking herself clean, scooping the jizz into her hands when she couldn't reach the spot with the offending substance with her mouth alone.

It didn't take too long her to be mostly clean again, and after that the room provided her with a place to shower and properly clean herself after the intense fucking and 'feeding' session, while the cursed armor asked itself what it should do next.

"While I am pleased and unsurprised with how much you love my body and beauty, you really shouldn't have done that without warning me first. It was pretty rude, but I'll forgive you, if only because you're so incredibly skilled at this." She said, turning crimson by the end of her sentence, embarrassment clear on her face.

"Hopefully, we can do this some other time later? Also, I don't think I'll mention this to father, that would be just wayyyy too embarrassing, and I would be wholly unsurprised if he tried to kill you for it, so I'll keep silent. But don't think I won't find you again if you try to hide or run away from me or something!" She finished her sentence with a wagging of her finger, almost glaring for a moment.

"I am so glad I got one over Potter though. Can't wait to wave it in her face… Wait, that would be a little embarrassing, and there is no way that I would reveal to the whole school that I fucked you, no matter how pleasant it as. It would just totally ruin my reputation, you know?" She went on a tangent as she bragged to the cursed armor that it had fucked it.

In response, it simply silently stared at her, mostly baffled by her reaction.

"Anyway, see you later! We'll have to see when else we'll have time for more of this, it was incredibly fun and pleasurable, so I'll eagerly wait for more." She exclaimed as she left the room, presumably to go back to the Slytherin dorms.

"Where were you for the last four hours, Malfoy?" Asked Daphne with a curious look upon her face, intently staring at the girl who had just entered the room.

"Yeah, tell us, tell us!" Chimed in Pansy with a too excitable demeanour.

"Well, it's safe to say that we discussed the terms of its employment, and while we couldn't really come with an agreement, I was mostly happy about the results of the discussion." Danica replied with a bright grin upon her face.

"Really? What kind of discussion lasts for such a long time? It seems a little unbelievable if you ask me." Muttered Milicent from one of the other beds.

"Luckily nobody asked you, Bulstrode. It was a fine discussion, and I'm sure it'll piss off Potter that I got in contact with the creature she had woken up." She continued bragging to the other girls.

"If you say so. Maybe you'll introduce us later, see what's the hype all about?" Asked Pansy curiously as she leaned forward, imagining herself discussing and gossiping about such a strong and powerful creature.

"Hmmmm. Maybe, maybe. We'll see later, for now we don't really have time, so probably not this week. Honestly it'll probably be dependent on its decision, it didn't exactly let itself get hired or anything, more like I made sure I gave off a proper and pleasant first impression to it."

"You? Giving a pleasant first impression? Next you'll tell me you learnt to become an animagus or that you're actually a metamorphmagus or something equally ridiculous." Daphne ruthlessly criticised.

Danica turned red and muttered something unkind under her breath, but deigned to ignore the remark.

For the moment, that is.