Hogwarts Adventure (Ch. 11)

( Every character in this story is a legal adult over the age of 18 )

Hogwarts Adventure

Chapter 11

The Great Hall certainly was a sight to behold as Harry, Hermione, and Daphne entered together. “Wow!” Hermione gasped in wonder as she stared up into the enchanted ceiling. The ceiling was covered in gray, stormy clouds. Lightning flashed, and cracks of thunder sent small vibrations through their bones. Hovering above them, dozens of carved pumpkins filled the room with orange, flickering light. The four house tables were filled with delicious food and mouth-watering Halloween treats. Harry spotted chocolate cupcakes, pumpkin pasties, candy apples, popcorn balls, and many other colorful treats that had everyone’s stomachs growling.

“You’re telling me,” Daphne added as she looked over the scrumptious spread. “I’ve heard that Hogwarts goes all out for Halloween, but I didn’t expect this.”

“There are three seats over there!” Hermione exclaimed while pointing. “Let’s go,” she said, pulling Harry and Daphne along by the wrists. They had arrived slightly late, and as everyone was eager to join in on the festivities, the spacious hall was already packed.

The three friends sat down in the free seats and filled their plates with generous helpings of everything they loved. Harry had chosen several slices of roasted turkey, a heaping helping of mashed potatoes, and several mounds of buttered green beans. Daphne wrinkled her nose when she spotted the green beans on his plate. Harry looked at her, amused by her reaction. “You don’t like green beans?” he asked her. Daphne’s nose cutely wrinkled again as she shook her head.

“I hate them. They feel hard when you put them in your mouth, but they’re all squishy when you chew them.”

“You’re something else,” Harry chuckled.

Their Halloween feast was going well. Everyone was excited and happy, and the girls were chatting with other girls, which Harry was glad to see. Unfortunately, Quirrell had to ruin the fun, as Harry knew he would. He wasn’t surprised at all when Quirrell burst through the double doors with a wild look on his face. “TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!” he screamed as he ran between the tables. “TROLL IN THE DUNGEON!” he repeated, and everyone stopped eating and chatting, giving him their full attention. “Thought you ought to …”

Before Quirrell could pretend to faint, the double doors burst open again. Those closest to the doors were showered with needle-sharp splinters, and some were even hit with large chunks of the broken doors. Screams of terror and pain filled the hall, and when a massive mountain troll lumbered through, Quirrell’s fake look of fright turned real. He let out a high-pitched scream and stumbled back, falling on his bottom. As his butt hit the hard ground, a glass vial fell out of his pocket and clanked on the stone floor. The troll roared in rage, its massive, meaty hand gripping the wooden club so hard that Harry could see the tendons straining underneath its leathery skin. Its beady eyes were pointed directly at Quirrell. Quirrell whimpered, and when he spotted the vial lying on the ground near him, a look of sheer panic crossed his face.

Hogwarts Adventure

Quirrell couldn’t believe his blunder. He had used troll pheromones to lure the unsuspecting troll into the castle. His plan was to let it loose, and when everyone was distracted, he would sneak into the bowels of the castle and steal the stone. It was the perfect plan. However, in his rush, he had forgotten to discard the vial of pheromones, making it easy for the troll to track him down. Now in a lustful frenzy, the troll was being extra territorial, which wasn’t good news for him. He heard the Dark Lord hiss angrily underneath his turban, and Quirrell knew there was going to be hell to pay. ‘Perhaps I can still make this work!’ he quickly thought in his panic.

Crawling over to the vial, he snatched it up, hoping no one had seen it. “HELP ME!” he squealed in a warbling, terrified-sounding voice. The troll roared again and began charging him. He swished his wand, covering the area with a huge puff of dark gray smoke. He heard coughing from those around him, but he didn’t care one bit about their safety. He was only worried about his own. Being blocked from view, he popped the vial open and flung it away from him. Now that the pheromones were all over the place, the troll became confused and growled while spinning in place, trying to decide who to attack first. “Go, you fool!” Voldemort hissed in anger, and Quirrell responded by getting to his feet and sneaking out of the hall, leaving a mass panic in his wake.

Hogwarts Adventure

Never in Harry’s wildest dreams would he think that Quirrell was dumb enough to lead a troll into the Great Hall. Clearly, he was wrong. The hall quickly filled with smoke from the tip of Quirrell’s wand. It stung his eyes and burned his throat, and he wasn’t the only one to suffer from it. Beside him, Hermione and Daphne coughed loudly until suddenly, the smoke began to clear. At the Head Table, Dumbledore had his wand held high, and it was sucking the smoke from the air like a very powerful vacuum cleaner. Harry looked around, and Quirrell was nowhere to be seen. “Severus!” Dumbledore called out, and when Snape locked eyes with him, he silently nodded and ran through the hall and out the door. While Dumbledore obviously knew Quirrell was going for the trap door, this did nothing to help with the current situation. A girl suddenly screamed, and when Harry looked over at the troll, he saw the massive club raised high. Everyone around the scene began falling over while trying to get away. Everyone except Susan Bones, who was petrified with fear. It was easy to see why. The club was right above her head, ready to turn her body into paste. Harry acted quickly.

As the club swung down, Harry summoned Susan away from the table. She screamed as her body was yanked forward, barely missing the downward swing of the club. It crashed into the Hufflepuff table, sending food, dishes, and sharp, jagged pieces of wood everywhere. Some of the Hufflepuffs who hadn’t been able to get away were ragdolled through the air when the table buckled. Susan flew right into Harry’s waiting arms. He set her on the ground as McGonagall shouted orders, and Dumbledore continued to remove the acrid smoke from the hall.

The troll lifted its club again, but this time, it was pulled from its grasp before it could get it above its chest. The troll grunted in confusion and swung its head in the direction of the flying club. The club hovered in front of Harry, which irritated the troll to no end. It bellowed angrily and reached out for the club. It began thundering forward, intent on getting its club back and flattening the tiny creature who had dared to take it from him. Hermione, Daphne, and the other Gryffindors squeaked and shouted in fright as the troll roared. In response, Harry flicked his wand and sent the club back at the troll. The massive hunk of wood shot through the air like a missile, striking the troll right in the middle of its forehead. A booming hollow thunk rang out as the fat part of the club struck the troll’s head. The troll stopped immediately and groaned. Just like in the cartoons that Harry had watched as a child, a fat lump slowly rose from its head as the beast teetered. “Orrrmmgffff,” it groaned and rubbed its aching head, stumbling from side to side like a sloshed drunkard.

Thick chains suddenly flew through the air and wrapped around the troll, binding its legs together and trapping its arms at its sides. McGonagall and Flitwick stepped up with their wands out, and Flitwick waved his wand and hit it with a Sleeping Charm. The troll yawned loudly and tumbled forward, landing flat on its face and sending a slight tremble through the floor.

“Is anyone injured?” Dumbledore’s concerned voice rang out after all the smoke had been removed. His question was met with multiple groans and cries of pain. From what Harry could tell, no one had suffered any life-threatening injuries, but several students had taken hard falls. Some had large, sharp splinters sticking out of the arms and backs. Dumbledore flicked his wand and sent a Patronus to Madam Pomfrey while McGonagall and the rest of the teachers tended to the injured students. Flitwick levitated the sleeping troll off the ground and slowly carried it away from the carnage.

“Oh, my gosh!” Hermione gasped, trembling while Daphne put her arm around her back. She was trembling just as hard.

“What in the world just happened?” Daphne asked. Everyone started chatting in hushed voices, trying to come to grips with what they had just witnessed. Beside him, Susan was also trembling badly. It looked like she was having a hard time staying steady on her feet.

“Bloody hell!” Ron said as he turned to Harry. He hadn’t let go of his turkey leg the entire time. Harry was slightly impressed with his determination to feast. “That was brilliant!” Ron stated, impressed with Harry’s handling of the situation. Ron then tore a chunk of meat from the leg and began munching.

“You saved my life,” he heard Susan say. When he turned to her, he saw that her eyes were wide and shining with wonder. Harry smiled cheekily at her and stepped up. He helped steady her by placing his hands on her waist, resting them on the curve of her wide hips.

“Of course. I couldn’t let a gorgeous body like this be harmed. That would be a crime against humanity,” Harry teased her, glancing at her ample cleavage. Susan’s cheek flamed red in embarrassment, but she looked very pleased nonetheless.

“Y-You think my body is gorgeous?” she asked, sounding disbelieving. No man had ever paid attention to her curvy form before. Susan’s heart was pounding as Harry looked her over. Sure, some of it was because a troll had nearly squashed her like a bug, but a lot of it was because of Harry’s eyes and hands. His eyes were practically glued to her large breasts, and she angled her chest so he could get a better look. His hands had slid onto her hips, and he squeezed her thick flesh. Susan shuddered and stumbled forward, catching herself by tightly gripping his shoulders. Her eyes closed, and her breath came out shaky. All she wanted was for his hands to continue exploring her body.

“Do you even have to ask?” he joked and held her close. Susan could feel something very large and hard pressing against her belly. She didn’t give it much thought at first, but when she finally realized what it was, her eyes went wide in shock. She squeaked and nearly came, rubbing her thick, shapely thighs together in an effort to help quench the burning desire down below. The clearing of a throat ended her erotic moment. They both turned and found Professor McGonagall looking at them.

“Madam Pomfrey wants to look you over to make sure you weren’t injured, Ms. Bones,” she told her. Susan blushed deeply while her body still clung to the hunk who had just saved her. She pressed harder against him, making sure he could feel how large her bosom was. Susan was very proud of her chest after all.

“I-I’m fine, Professor … Thanks to him,” Susan said, looking at Harry with stars in her eyes. McGonagall smiled and nodded. She was extremely proud of Harry’s quick thinking and wand work. ‘He’s definitely a Gryffindor,’ McGonagall thought proudly.

“Indeed. We all owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr. Potter,” she smiled and nodded her head. Harry smiled back and nodded. McGonagall turned back to Susan. “But Madam Pomfrey will still want to check, just to be sure. Imagine what Amelia will say when she learns that her beloved niece wasn’t given a medical check after barely escaping a mountain troll’s club,” McGonagall said with a raised eyebrow.

Susan blushed even harder and nodded. Yes, her Auntie Amelia would definitely have a few choice words for her, and that was something Susan desperately wished to avoid. “Okay, Professor,” she agreed.

“Come along then,” McGonagall told her, placing her hand on Susan’s shoulder and leading her to the healer. Susan looked back over her shoulder at Harry as she went.

“Jeez … It looked like she was about to toss you onto a table and bounce on your lap,” Daphne said as she joined Harry’s side. Hermione nodded in agreement, though she was still looking around at the devastation.

“A hero like me deserves nothing less,” Harry cheekily stated with an annoying smirk. Daphne snorted in amusement while Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Attention, please!” Dumbledore called out with his magically enhanced voice. “The professors are already out scanning the castle to make sure it is safe. Anyone who has suffered an injury, please make your way over here. Those who weren’t injured, please follow your Prefects back to your Common Rooms. Stay together and be vigilant. That is all.”

Percy was made for these moments. His chest puffed up with pride and authority as he gathered the Gryffindors around him. The trip back to Gryffindor Tower was uneventful, but once everyone was safely inside, they all began chatting about what had just happened.

“How on earth could a troll get into the castle?” Hermione wondered. “I didn’t even know trolls lived in the area.”

“I’ve heard that some live in the Forbidden Forest, but I don’t know if that’s just a rumor,” Daphne said as she braided Hermione’s hair.

“Don’t you think it’s suspicious that Quirrell comes in telling everyone that there’s a troll in the dungeon right before it breaks down the door?” Harry asked, putting the thought in their heads. They turned to look at him, unconvinced.

“Maybe there was more than one troll?” Hermione suggested, and Daphne agreed.

“But why did he fill the room with smoke?” Harry asked. Daphne shrugged.

“He’s a bumbling scaredy cat. Quirrell’s afraid of his own shadow,” she said.

“And what happened to him after filling the room with smoke. I didn’t see him again after that,” Harry kept on.

Daphne sighed at him. “He probably just ran off. Like I said, he’s a coward.”

Harry rolled his eyes. He knew there wasn’t enough evidence to outright accuse Quirrell of letting the troll in, but he wanted them to be wary of him. “Even so … Promise me you two will be careful around him … Okay?” They both smiled and nodded.

“We will,” Hermione assured him and stood up. “I’m going to go work on my Herbology essay.”

“You’ve already written eighteen inches more than necessary,” Harry reminded her.

“I know, but I want to go over it again. There are a few things I want to add,” she said, smoothing out her short skirt. Daphne got up as well.

“I’ll come with you. Maybe you can help me with mine. I’m short three inches, and I don’t know what else to add,” Daphne told her.

“Okay,” Hermione smiled happily. “See you later, Harry!” she chirped.

“Bye!” Daphne said, brushing her fingers along Harry’s scalp as she passed.

Fortunately, Harry wasn’t left alone for long. As Hermione and Daphne entered the door to the private suites, Angelina Johnson exited wearing a very short and semi-transparent pink robe. This type of attire wasn’t out of the ordinary for the Common Room. The ladies liked to show off their goods, but unfortunately for them, no one ever took the bait. At least they didn’t before Harry arrived.

Harry couldn’t help but check her out. Her barely covered breasts bounced with every confident step, and when she saw him alone, she smiled deviously and began to make her way over to him. The belt was cinched at the waist, accentuating her slim waist and wide hips. The top part of her robe was mostly open, revealing the whole insides of her breasts. When she sat down beside him, she made sure he had a perfect view of her glorious assets. “Hey, Harry! I’m surprised to see you here alone,” Angelina said, her eyes shining with playfulness.

Angelina had been annoyed with Harry’s two friends. They almost never left him alone. ‘To be fair, if I were getting what they were getting from him, I wouldn’t let him out of my sight,’ she told herself.

“Yeah. Hermione and Daphne went to get some work done, leaving me here all by my lonesome,” Harry smirked and glanced at her prominent cleavage. A shiver ran down Angelina’s spine, and she could feel herself growing moist down below. This was a possibility that she refused to pass up.

“You know, Harry … I could really use your help back in my room,” she said cutely, batting her long eyelashes at him. His eyes were practically twinkling as he smiled at her.

“Is that right? Well, far be it from me to deny help when it’s needed,” he said, pushing himself to his feet. Angelina wanted to cheer and punch the air, but she was barely able to refrain. ‘Keep cool, you idiot,” she silently told herself. She didn’t want to scare him away with any crazy antics. Instead, she stood up and slipped her arm through his, hugging his bicep to her busty chest.

Angelina locked eyes with Katie and Alicia as she walked Harry to her room. She smirked at her friends, who, in turn, shot dirty looks at her. They very much looked like they were about to get up and follow them, intent on joining in on the fun, but Angelina shook her head. She wanted Harry all to herself tonight. She led him right to her door and pushed it open, standing aside so she could be absolutely positive that he entered. When he did, she shut the door and quickly locked it. Angelina didn’t want anyone ruining her fun.

“Nice room,” Harry said, looking around. “It smells nice.”

Angelina smiled happily and stepped up to him. “It’s my new perfume,” she told him. “Here … smell,” she said and slipped her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. She lightly pulled his head down so his face was firmly pressed into her cleavage. Harry’s hands gripped her waist, and he inhaled her lovely scent. Angelina giggled when his lips and nose tickled her delicate skin.

“You’re right. You smell wonderful,” Harry’s muffled voice said from between her breasts. Harry then lightly nipped the skin of her inner breast, making Angelina gasp in delight. Sadly, he pulled away far too soon for her liking. “Now … What can I help you with?” he asked.

“Help?” she asked. She was so horny that she forgot the excuse she had used to get him into her room.

“Yeah, you know … You said you needed help with something,” he reminded her with a knowing smile.

“Oh!” Angelina cried out, suddenly remembering. She then struggled to come up with a valid excuse. “Umm … well … you see …” she stumbled over her words. She then perked up when she thought of something. “I hurt myself in Quidditch practice!” she told him. “It’s my chest. I think I pulled a muscle.”

“Really?” Harry asked, and Angelina nodded. “Alright. Let me see what I can do,” he said and grabbed her belt.

Angelina’s breathing became labored as her excitement rose. Harry untied her belt and pulled her robe open, revealing the entirety of her nude body. “Turn around,” Harry told her, and she was quick to comply. Facing away from him, she trembled in anticipation as he slowly slipped the silky robe from her shoulders. Once it was off her body, he tossed it onto a nearby desk and pressed against her back. “Your chest looks good to me … Really good, in fact,” Harry told her as he looked down over her shoulder. Angelina’s nipples were so hard that they were starting to hurt. She could feel drops of arousal dripping down the insides of her thighs.

Before she could respond, Harry slid his hands up her ribs, making her squirm. His fingers brushed against the bottom of her breasts, and Angelina’s back arched. “I can see why you pulled a muscle,” she heard him say. His hands then slid underneath her breasts, and he bounced them up and down in his palms. “It must be hard lugging these around,” he teased her.

“Mhmm,” Angelina hummed in delight and ground her ass against his crotch.

“They’re so heavy,” Harry stated while clapping them together. His fingers then found her nipples, and he lightly pinched them, making Angelina purr. “Get on the bed so I can give you a massage,” he told her.

As if on autopilot, she stepped toward the bed while Harry squeezed her ass. Angelina crawled onto the bed on all fours, showing off her wide ass and soaked pussy. “Do you mind if I get comfortable?” Harry asked while she rolled onto her back. Her knees were slightly apart, and Harry could see that her clit was incredibly swollen with arousal.

“Please,” Angelina breathlessly begged. She then watched with bated breath as Harry began removing his clothes. She didn’t care about anything other than what was in his trousers. When he finally kicked off his boxers, her mouth went dry. She already knew how big he was, but seeing it again, here in her room, was something else. It had filled her dreams and fueled her fantasies, and now it was here, ready to bring her to orgasm. It was all too much for her to handle. Angelina squeaked loudly, and her hips bucked. A little spurt of juice squirted out of her pussy as she came from a mere glance at his tool. Her legs opened wide, and her hips rolled as her pussy fluttered.

“I can see you’re already feeling better,” she heard him chuckle, and then she felt him crawl onto the bed and settle between her parted legs. His hands ran up her thighs, and his fingers caressed her soft, smooth skin. Angelina arched her back and shuddered from the intimate contact. When she looked down, she saw his massive erection resting on her smooth mound and belly. The heat radiating from it was amazing to feel. Every instinct in her body was telling her to reach down and slide it inside of her.

“Let’s see if I can make you feel even better,” Harry smirked, and Angelina swallowed loudly and nodded her head with extreme enthusiasm.