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Chapter 89- Igniting a Plan.
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"And here we are, back in this godforsaken place." I sigh to myself, looking around at the absolute mass of shit and crap that surrounded me on all sides, threatening to fall over and bury me beneath the waves of junk. It was during the day on the weekend, and I had nothing else to do; well, that wasn't strictly true. My nights were completely taken up by hunting for the Riddle pages, though sometimes I was a little late to it, what with Gemma Farley trying to take my attention and ride me to the point I broke down.
I mean, I thought I was the horniest thing in existence up until recently, but she just blows me out of the water. And I don't mean that in terms of being insatiable and her being able to outlast me and push me to the point of unconsciousness because that's what I do to her. No, I mean it in terms of frequency. Usually, girls want a bit of a break after I literally don't stop all night; they have some aches and need some time to rest and take it easy, but not her. She shows up unrelentingly, always demanding more and at all hours of the day like she is trying to take up all of my time.
She even shows up at night, which very nearly cuts into my hunting time. After a couple of mishaps, when I was late and missed getting more than one page, I decided to restrain myself and limit our time. If she did not show up by a certain time, then I would leave, and if she did show up, then I would make sure to put a stop to things at an exact time so I could go hunting. She seemed to get the message as she was always there at the time limit, though she always did try to stretch it and stay the night. She was constantly pushing to spend more time with me, and that's what got me the most.
She was super clingy and... desperate isn't the word because she isn't desperate, but it's something similar, where she is doing her best to get her claws in me and not let me go. So, why am I still keeping this situation going with all the downsides and negatives? Well, that is because the positives are just too good. She is willing to do anything for me, and when I say anything, I mean anything. She acts all sultry and seductive and pulls me into trysts, but once we are in it, she gives up all control to me and lets me do whatever I want, with no complaint or objections.
Seriously, no self-respecting woman would let me do the things I've done with her, and I don't even really feel the urge or compulsion to do those things, but I want to see how far I can take things and when she will say no, but she just doesn't. I am serious; I am so close to just making this into one of those hentai animes and calling a bunch of students in to take turns on her because I am so sure she will not refuse (Though I won't because I don't like to share, and I am not that kind of bastard), that is the depth of things I have done to her. Things that I would find hard to write down and put pen to paper to describe, that is how depraved they are.
Anyway, yeah, my nights were taken up by hunting for Riddle pages, and some of the night is reserved for Gemma. Because while people say don't stick your dick in crazy, those people have definitely never stuck their dick in crazy because crazy feel amazing. Gemma also tried to take up some of my time during the day, and she always seemed to want to join me in my bedroom and office, which I put a permanent no on. She was always trying to take our time there, but I was sure that way would lead to her somehow getting one over me. She definitely had an objective; she wouldn't be so eager to please otherwise, and I am sure she is trying to become my wife. I am famous and have a wealthy business, after all.
Anyway, on a weekend like this, she is the most ferocious and always seeking me out with no classes to stop her from getting into my pants, so I am here for a break because 'Lil Gil' needs a break sometimes, too, especially with her and the occasional shag with some of the other ladies I have. Of course, there is one other thing that has contributed to my journeying to the Room of Requirement, and strangely enough, this time, it isn't a woman. Absurd because all my problems usually stem from my dick and its unrelenting need to be inside the opposite sex. But this time, it is someone of the same gender bugging me, and they are also a minor.
Harry Potter has lately taken to following me around the castle, chasing me around and observing me obsessively. Like, a lot of the day and his free time was spent following me around and spying on me, and I had no clue why he was doing it. I could just read his mind, but after our last interaction I have left him alone, content to let bygones be bygones and not interfere with him anymore, but now it is him interfering with me. Of course, I was suspicious that perhaps he had inklings and memories of what had happened in Slytherin's secret library, but I discreetly and quickly checked his memories during a brief bit of eye contact and confirmed that it was completely lost to him. After that, I didn't care why he was doing what he was doing.
Not only that, but I actually didn't know how long he had been following me around because the first time I discovered it was when I had gotten lost in the castle and pulled out the Marauder's Map for a bit of direction, and so his footsteps trailing along after me. It was like a game of snake, with his name always following the same path my name took, but with quite a bit of distance between us. A long tail. I had made it a habit after that to always check the map when I was up to something illicit, so I don't get caught.
I also noticed after a few weeks of being tailed that Harry had advanced his craft and was using a disillusionment spell. It was when I caught a shimmer where he was supposed to be according to the map, and I pondered for a moment if he somehow got his cloak back before paying closer attention and noticing the camouflage. It was shoddy and not really practised, but I am sure he will get there. It was not bad for him since it was a fifth-year spell, but this is the same kid who learned about the Patronus charm in his third year. I wonder how Harry having another avenue of stealth will affect him in the future? Still, it got annoying having him folllow me all the time, so I snuck away here, to the Room of Requirement, more specifically, to the Room of Hidden Things.
Of course, if I wanted to just get away and relax without being bothered, then I would just use the room like it is regularly used and have the room conjure me up a bath and a good tie, but no, I am not looking for relaxation. While my last venture into this place wasn't safe or very enjoyable, it was certainly filled with intrigue and wonder at everything I saw. But one thing, in particular, stayed in my head and wouldn't leave it, and that something is actually a sentient thing that held a conversation with me. I am taking about Ignatia Wildsmith, the stone head of a women that is connected intricately into the floor network. She managed to send me back to my classroom after hours of me being stuck in here without finding a way out.
I want to find out what exactly her limits are and what else she is capable of, and more than that, I want to get her on my side, find out exactly how I can abuse her function and get the most out of her. How exactly could you profit from unfettered access to all corners of magical Britain? Just kidding, I can think of a million ways to take advantage of it. But I also had another objective to do today in this room, and this is something that will take a long time, but thankfully, I have thought of some possible ways to complete it passively. And for the sake of time it is something I should start with right now.
"I need every available Hogwarts House Elf to report her right now unless you are busy doing something important." Once the words were uttered, there was no stopping the cataclysmic popping sound that erupted in front of me as upwards of one hundred House Elfs all shimmered into existence in front of me, eager to work and happy to help. More than what I wanted, but seeing all of the gleefully smiling and helpful elves made me feel a bit overwhelmed more than anything. And then, before I could even do anything, they all started to introduce themselves at the same time and mention how they were ready to help.
The cacophony of sound was immense, just a garbled deluge of sounds and words that made no sense. "Okay, quiet down and listen!" I raised my voice and spoke, trying to bring some order to the chaos, but my voice was droned out within the crowd, which made it weirder when they all immediately stopped talking. House Elves really are great, I couldn't even hear myself, but they heard me, and they followed instructions. Damn, I really need to get my own personal House Elf because they are damn useful; I can just make messes and leave a House Elf to take care of it. And I mean messes in every possible way one could mean messes.
"Okay, now I have a very special job for which I need the help of House Elves. As many of you helpful fellows as possible. So, any of you that can spare a lot of your time, preferably all of it, raise your hand." I say, and almost immediately, every single House Elf raises a hand, jumping up like a know-it-all at school. Once more, I am stunned, as every single Elf is saying they can give me all of their time, which just doesn't make sense since they have to clean the school and also prepare meals and snacks for the entirety of the school.
"How is it possible that all of you can spare all of your time to help me? Don't you have to cook and clean? Wait, no, no, don't speak. You there, you answer for everybody." I ask, but realising that I again welcomed a barrage of talking, I stopped it before it could happen and pointed at a particularly old House Elf that looked to be on its last legs. "I be Olby, sir." He said, his voice old but firm, and he had way more hair all over the place than all of the other Elfs, growing out of his ears even.
"Right, Olby. Explain."I said, and the old Elf took a deep breath before beginning. "Well, Master Gilly, we Elf's can clean in the snap of a fingy. And we always be cookin', stoppin' the time of the food and saving it for later. We have a lot saved up, so we can help you, Master Gilly." He said succinctly, maybe a little too succinctly, because some things were still going over my head. I understood the cleaning, but what did he mean about the food. Surely not, right?"
"You mean to say that you are almost always cooking food, and you use a time-stopping spell on the food to keep it fresh, and you stock it?" I ask incredulously, and all of the elves nod in response. "So, how long exactly do you think this stockpile will last then? Six months? A year?" I need to know precisely how long I can have them all constantly working before they inevitably have to go back to their actual duties. Olby scratched his head in thought, all the elves waiting for him to answer, following my previous order.
"Olby thinks the food can last for, thirty, maybe forty, years? Yes, maybe even fifty if some of the kiddies stopped eating treats." All the elves begin to nod their heads at his answer, agreeing with his estimate, but once more, I am shocked, speechless. Does nobody watch these little bastards? They have somehow stockpiled fifty years' worth of food meant to feed an entire school. Merlin, these guys keep busy, but this is even better for me as I can now keep them working for decades and slaving away for my benefit.
"Okay, good. Now, I want you all to understand that this is a secret, and you can not tell anybody about it. When people ask for food, or you are supposed to clean, do it, but afterwards, come back here to work. Understood?" They all nod their heads rapidly, happy to help and not at all questioning my motives. Good. Plus, nobody gives a single thought about what House Elves are up to, not even the light side or Dumbledore. These guys are unseen, and nobody will notice them working for me. This is an excellent plan, way better than using Ignatia Wildsmith to sneak workers into here, as I would actually have to pay them, and they might betray me. This is much better.
"Right, now. I need you all to search The Room of Hidden Things for trunks with expanded spaces, enough to store a large amount of things. Go." And with that, they all popped off, and then the efficient little fuckers started popping back up a minute later with a trunk and putting them in front of me; some of the overzealous ones even brought two, which set a chain reaction as the ones that only brought one instantly went to find another. In the end, I had hundreds of trunks laid out in front of me. Hmm, this actually brings another thought to mind, and I should experiment.
I take a trunk and drop a coin into it; I then take that trunk and drop it into another before quickly backing up as far as I can. Nothing happens, so I go and check, and the trunk and coin are fine. Good, this will really help. "Okay, I need you guys to search this room for valuables and store them in these trunks. And I need you to make sure to label them all, okay." And with that I got to giving them further instructions, specifying trunks for specific things and ordering them into a proper unit to scavenge this room and take anything of value. I tell them to leave anything broken but take the goods. A trunk for galleons, one for sickles, one for knuts and trunks for anything I could think of.
With the elves getting to work, I turn around and place a tracking charm on the entrance to the room so I don't lose myself in this unending place. With my true north now in place, I hop on my broom (I got Andromeda to arrange a replacement for me), and I start to fly into the depths of the Room of Hidden Things. I didn't really pay attention to all the wonderful things surrounding me as I knew anything of value would eventually end up in my trunks. No, I was keeping an eye out for familiar scenery so I could find that room where Ignatia Wildsmith is embedded into the wall and have a candid conversation with her.
It took a few hours, and I did contemplate turning back a few times, but ultimately, the potential reward was too much, so I kept going until I actually found her again. "Oh, hello there. Fancy seeing you again!" She says in that posh, highly energetic voice as I walk up to her. "Hello again, Ignatia Wildsmith. I have returned to enquire if I can make use of your services." I say, giving a charming smile and shining my teeth at her; I know she isn't an actual woman, but it doesn't hurt to try.
"Of course, you can use my services; that's what I was made for. Where do you need to go? I will take you anywhere. Especially since you have been my only user in over a century." Oh, well, that was easy. I didn't think it would be so easy to get her on board, but I suppose she was made to be used, so she'll not put up any fuss. Good for me. What isn't good for me is the absolute pain it was to find her again and how long it takes to get here. I need to sort this out immediately if I want to actually make use of this new avenue I've found. I place a charm down here so I can find this spot again, and then I turn to the floo.
"Take me to my place of business. My private office." And with that, through a haze and swirl of fiery green, I find myself standing in my office, Andromeda looking up, startled and quickly hiding something under the desk. Her cheeks are flushed. I wonder what that was? Oh well, I came here for business. "Andromeda, I need a pair of connecting vanishing cabinets as soon as possible. Money is no issue; spend as much as you need to when acquiring them. Also, we need to get the research team to start researching them and see if we can't build our own. I'll leave you to get back to... whatever it was you just hid under the desk.
As Andromeda sputters and tries to say something, I use the floo and head back to Hogwarts. I have been sucked into the bloody place, and it feels good to be doing something that isn't focused on the school.
I can't wait for this year to be over with.
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I managed to get a chapter out, yeah! It was honestly a close thing, as I did have to go to a weapon, and I am ill; I feel like shit. But I missed last week, and I'd be damned if I missed two weeks in a row, so I powered on through and got a chapter done this week, though I would have liked to do two. But I am feeling like death. Also, Yakuza is on Prime, and I love the games, so I will check that out at some point.
My favourite HP movie/book is The Chamber of Secrets. What is your favourite?
Upcoming Chapters:
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Super: Chapter 92- Frozen Water.
Legendary: Chapter 94- The Spiders, Harry! The Spiders!
Galactic: Chapter 98- This Bitch!?
Mythic: Chapter 99- The Suicide Squad!
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