June 1, 1994.
Today is the first day of exam week.
Early in the morning, Harry gently set aside Astoria, who was completely naked and had wriggled her way into his clothes.
Summer had arrived, and Astoria had a bad habit.
She would always kick off all her clothes in the middle of the night while half-asleep, then bury her head in Harry’s shirt, snuggling close to him and wriggling forward like a little bug.
For comfort, Harry always wore loose-fitting pajamas.
Astoria was so petite that her head would almost peek out from under Harry’s shirt; their skin pressed together inside, making them look like Siamese twins.
Every day, she would nuzzle Harry awake with her two little breasts, leaving him both tormented and delighted.
Astoria was so small—she’d hardly changed at all in the two years since—that Harry simply couldn’t bring himself to touch her.
……
After getting up, Helena was preparing a hearty and delicious breakfast.
She was no longer wearing her timeless, classic long dress, but rather a modern outfit—a maid’s uniform.
Ever since Harry saw a maid at Diana’s place, the idea had been on his mind.
A maid should look the part.
So he strongly insisted that Helena change her outfit.
Helena couldn’t resist and reluctantly agreed to Harry’s shameless demand.
Of course, Harry didn’t approve of standard maids’ uniforms; he demanded that Helena wear the kind of maid outfit featured in a TV show or movie from a certain island nation—the kind that’s super, super short and oozes a sultry vibe.
Helena is a spirit; her clothes are inherently part of her soul, so she can transform them however she pleases.
As soon as Harry walked into the living room, he saw Helena bent over, setting out a tray laden with a nutritious breakfast.
She had absolutely no idea just how alluring she looked, especially with her unparalleled beauty; at that moment, she was humming a tune with a happy expression on her face.
Harry was in the throes of puberty. Having just come from Astoria—where he could only look but not touch—he was already brimming with pent-up desire, and now he saw Helena’s curvaceous figure.
He felt a flame rising within his heart.
Helena sensed something was amiss from Harry’s aggressive gaze. She quickly straightened up, bit her lip, and gently tugged her short skirt down with her small hand—but unfortunately, the other side popped back up.
But far from dousing Harry’s flames, her vulnerable appearance only made her more alluring, making him want to ravish her.
Harry moved closer to her, and Helena hurriedly backed away.
Still holding a tray raised across her chest, she said timidly, “No, no…”
“I’m a ghost, and you’re human. If you get too close to me, you’ll burn me—especially since you’re carrying an energy that causes me pain…”
Harry said nothing and sat down on the sofa.
Helena let out a sigh of relief, then went back to work.
“I’m so stupid—how could I not have thought of that?” Harry’s exasperated voice rang out.
“What?” Helena looked up, asking in confusion.
But then she froze.
She stared at Harry in horror: “You… how did you…”
Harry was still leaning quietly against the sofa, but another version of him—his body glowing white—was standing right in front of her.
Harry looked at Helena with a smile and said, “All I had to do was let my soul slip out, and that was it.”
Helena sensed trouble was brewing; she set down the plate she was holding and tried to escape by passing through the wall.
But how could she possibly be a match for Harry? He reached out and grabbed her.
The moment their spirits touched, Harry couldn’t help but shudder.
Harry wanted to sing out loud: This is what Boiling Sheep feels like~~~
He didn’t know what it was like to feel euphoric after taking drugs, but compared to how he felt right now, it was probably less than one-millionth as intense.
Helena was even worse off; almost instantly, her legs gave out, and she was cradled in Harry’s arms.
Helena’s eyes were glassy: “What’s happening?”
Harry wrapped his arms around Helena’s waist and leaned down to kiss her.
Their spirits merged.
Helena protested, “No… mmm…”
“Ah… mmm… I’m so hot… mmm, I’m going to melt… it’s so hot…”
Harry chuckled softly, “As long as you don’t break.”
At the same time, his hands roamed over Helena’s body, and with every touch, she let out a deeply stifled moan, like the meow of a kitten.
They didn’t notice that a faint glow was emanating from both of them.
After a very long time, Harry reluctantly let go of Helena.
Tears streamed down Helena’s face as she whimpered, “You… beast—you won’t even spare a ghost…”
Harry’s soul returned to his body, merging with his flesh, and he stood up, seemingly still savoring the sensation from moments ago.
Seeing Helena cry brought him great pleasure. He picked up a fork, speared a slice of tender, succulent ham oozing with juices, popped it into his mouth, and consoled himself: “Today is Children’s Day. Who isn’t a child, after all? All mistakes should be forgiven.”
Helena was speechless with anger.
“Helena, has Harry been picking on you again?” Cho Chang came out of the bedroom and saw a trail of clear tears at Helena’s feet.
“I’m fine,” Helena said bravely, wiping away a tear as the tears melted back into her body.
“Cho Chang, come eat quickly. We have an exam later—do your best!” Helena encouraged Cho Chang with a pitiful look.
“Sigh…” Cho Chang wanted to speak up for Helena, but for some reason, noticing how Helena was always stealing glances at Harry, she felt as though Helena might actually… be enjoying it?
……
That morning, the third-year students took their Transfiguration exam first.
Professor McGonagall set many questions, and the last one was the hardest: transforming an inanimate object into a living creature—turning a teapot into a turtle.
As they emerged from the Transfiguration exam room, the students looked one by one dejected and pale.
It was only the first exam, yet it had already made them dread the ones to come. If they were all this difficult, they’d have no choice but to retake the course.
Hermione was also deeply worried: “Harry, for that turtle question, I was actually trying to turn it into a three-stringed giant beaked mud turtle, but I messed up the spell and ended up with a donut turtle instead. Do you think Professor McGonagall will fail me?”
The students behind them, who were discussing their grades, nearly choked on their spit.
What’s the big deal? Some of their turtles had tails shaped like teapot spouts, others were puffing out steam, and some still had teapot patterns on their shells… Now that’s what you call a failure.
Harry said, “I’m not sure myself. I even conjured a scene from Along the River During the Qingming Festival on the turtle’s back. I wonder if Professor McGonagall will think my Transfiguration skills still need work.”
The group of wizards behind him: “Σ（￣□￣--）……”
In the afternoon, it was the Charms exam.
Just as Cho Chang had predicted, Professor Flitwick tested them on the Cheering Charm.
Hermione easily earned top marks.
After dinner, the students hurried back to the common room.
They had no time to rest; instead, they wanted to make the most of their last night to review the subjects they’d be tested on the next day: Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and Astronomy.
……
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