[HP Sirius] Sweet Potions

Sirius exerted force on his waist and finally completely entered her body.

The burning pain came clearly from below, but she made no sound.And her soul pulled away from her body, feeling a thrill of joy at their being so closely joined.

"...I'm now..." Sirius said with difficulty, "I'm about to move."

Ursa nodded, indicating that she was ready.

Sirius took a deep breath, then slowly withdrew, and then slowly entered.

His handsome face was flushing with pleasure.He opened his mouth slightly and breathed rapidly following the frequency of his lower body, and the sound of panting echoed in the office.

Gradually, Ersha felt that the pain had gradually turned into numbness.

Sirius suddenly increased his thrust.

Ursa felt a little bit of herself being touched.Her body immediately arched like a shrimp, and a strange tingling sensation rose rapidly from her back.She was even a little intimidated.

Her whole body was limp, and her legs hooked Sirius weakly.

Sirius leaned down to kiss her sensitive neck and murmured, "...that's great, baby. Oh... my God."

"Sirius... oh, Sirius." Ursa squeezed out his name in a low voice.Her toes curled up tightly, and calling his name made her feel even more excited because it gave her a deeper sense of who it was that was entering her.

Panting heavily, Sirius slammed into her hard, inserting himself completely into her body again and again.

Two young bodies were entangled on the dark purple carpet.They are enjoying the ultimate pleasure between lovers, which is the right God bestows on lovers.

Ursa felt full of body and soul.The pain was intertwined with the pleasure that gradually gathered, and finally turned into endless waves, pushing her to the top bit by bit.

After Sirius poked him hard once, Ursa's body trembled violently.

"Oh, my God—" she cried hoarsely, her hands firmly grasping Sirius' shoulders.

The pleasure of a huge wave made her brain stop thinking completely.

Sirius climbed to the top almost at the same time.He gasped heavily, resting his forehead on Ursa's chin.

Ursa lay panting on the carpet with her head thrown back.

Sirius hugged her and kissed her forehead.She narrowed her eyes contentedly, and turned to rest on his arm.

"How do you feel?" Sirius asked.

He smiled and watched her, as if waiting for her compliment.

"Uh...not bad." Ursa said blushingly, "Actually, it's great."

"I feel great too," Sirius said bluntly, kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear, "Again?"

Erza turned her head in surprise.

"I was only joking." Sirius grinned. "We don't have much time left. I have to be back before curfew."

Ursa sat up and watched Sirius zip up his trousers.She stood up and helped him button his shirt.

"See you tomorrow then, Erza," he said with a smile.

Ursa's eyes rolled down, and saw that there was still a little red mark on his neck-the mark she had just scratched.She couldn't help blushing.

"See you tomorrow." She cleared her throat and said hoarsely.

The next evening, Sirius didn't go to Ersa's office, but he left a note on her desk.

"I'm going to Quidditch practice with James tonight," he wrote in his flying handwriting, "so sorry I can't see you. See you tomorrow. I love you."

Ersha stared at the phrase "I love you", and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.It took her a while to put the note down.

Then she pulled out a piece of letter paper and wrote a short greeting to her mother.

Afterwards, she planned to take a look around the corridor.

The Aurors hadn't been guarding her [-]/[-] since last week, but they hadn't let up on guarding the entrance to Hogwarts.The professors decided to take turns patrolling the corridors, because the curfew was brought forward, so they had to make sure that the mischievous students were back where they should be by eight o'clock.

After warning two grinning junior boys running down the corridor, Ursa turned around and decided to go back.

But it occurred to her that she hadn't sent the letter to her mother.So she decided to go to the owl shack first.

There was not a soul to be seen near the owl hut.Usually no students come here, and the curfew time is coming soon.

But when she was about to walk to the shed, she heard a dispute coming from the corridor next to her.

"I said, leave me alone." A voice said anxiously, "This has nothing to do with you."

"You are my nephew... your father asked me to take care of you until your father died." Another voice said in a low voice, "Listen, that girl..."

The sound got smaller and smaller until it was almost inaudible at last.

The voice at the beginning let out a harsh sneer, "You actually instigated me to do such a thing? Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

Just then, a bloody barn owl let out a piercing hoot.

The two stopped talking immediately.

Immediately afterwards, there was a slight sound of footsteps.Apparently they've already left.

Erza thought the first voice sounded familiar.It must belong to a student.

And what about the second voice?

Because the guy deliberately lowered his voice, Ersha couldn't recognize his identity.

Cautiously, she glanced down the corridor, but unfortunately they had disappeared.

On Saturday evening, Ursa went to St. Mungo's Hospital.

Lisa's condition has stabilized a lot, but she's still a bit easily startled.The spell had done more damage to her psyche than expected.The therapist said she would need another week of recuperation before returning to school.

"I don't remember what happened in the school hospital." Lisa frowned and said to Ursa, "God, did I really almost strangle Sirius?"

"Don't think about that." Ursa comforted her softly, "You just need to have a good rest now."

At this time, she saw a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses beside Lisa's bed.

Lisa followed her gaze to the yellow rose, "Oh, that bouquet was delivered by my therapist this morning. It's beautiful, isn't it? Kathie said I have some mysterious admirer."

Yellow roses represent apologies.Erza couldn't help thinking.But she didn't say it, but looked at the bouquet suspiciously.

—There are no cards on the bouquet.

Maybe the person who gave the flower didn't know the meaning of the yellow rose.Erza said to herself.

She then consulted with Lisa's therapist.The therapist said that the bouquet of roses was placed at the door of Lisa's hospital room.

"I saw it laying there early this morning," said the pale, lanky therapist. "I didn't see who it was from. If you want to know, I can look up visitation." list."

"Okay, let me check it out for me," Ursa said.

But they were unable to get any information from the list.Only Lisa's family and Erza's own name were on the list.

"Sorry I couldn't help you," said the therapist.

"It's okay," Erza said.

"By the way." The therapist suddenly seemed to remember something, "After I received the rose this morning, I saw a man standing at the other end of the corridor from a distance. He turned around and left immediately after seeing me. I thought maybe that bouquet was from him."

"Did you see what that person looked like?"

The therapist frowned and thought for a while, "Black hair, quite tall."

Erza's heart constricted.This is exactly what Stone described.Were the bouquets really sent by the assailant?

"How old does he look?" Ursa asked. "Do you think he might be a Hogwarts student?"

The therapist's eyes widened, "Oh, definitely not. It's a middle-aged man with glasses and a dark gray robe."

"Middle-aged man?" Ersha asked in surprise.

"Yes," the therapist said, frowning, "and to be honest... I always feel like I've seen him somewhere."

Ursa couldn't help pleading and said: "Please think about it."

The therapist thought for a few seconds, then gave an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, I can't remember. Well, if I remember something, I'll write to you, okay?"

Erza had to agree.She told him her name and asked him to send a letter to Hogwarts.

"Oh, you're a professor at Hogwarts?" the therapist said a little surprised, "You look so young!"

"I'm not considered a professor, I'm just a substitute teacher." Ersha said a little embarrassedly.

Ursa said goodbye to him and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute—" the therapist suddenly opened his eyes wide, "I remember who that guy is."

Ursa stopped abruptly and turned to look at him.

"I've seen pictures of him in magazines before, and he's quite famous in the academic world." The therapist said, "I heard that he seems to be a professor at Hogwarts now."

"Who the hell are you talking about?"

"—that's Mulligan," he said. "Richard Mulligan."