HOGWARTS: BLOODLINE WIZRD(R18-HEAVILY MODIFIED)

Chapter 23 I Can Be More Naughty (Added Madam Pince)

Ivan smacked his lips after reading the book. He didn't know which master was so unlucky that he was spotted by Lockhart while telling his story...

The fact that he could describe it in such detail clearly showed that he had come into close contact with many smelly giant monsters.

Ivan closed the book and put it back where it was. Even though he already knew the troll's weaknesses, he still had to make various preparations.

For example, he could improve his potion science, or learn some more powerful magic. In short, he was lacking academic points again...

Ivan turned around and found that Madam Pince had her back to him.

Ivan turned around and saw Madam Pince standing in front of a bookshelf not far away, carefully arranging books with her back to him. Madam Pince was wearing a black robe that tightly wrapped her tall and slender figure.

The black cloth clung to her narrow waist, outlining her curvy figure. She bent down slightly to sort out the books on the bottom shelf, and the hem of her robe lifted slightly, revealing two straight and slender legs.

Ivan stared blankly at Madam Pince's elegant back and her vaguely visible beautiful legs, and suddenly recalled the unexpected night they had spent together.

Her snow-white and round buttocks, tight waist, and gentle moans... For a moment, Ivan felt his mouth dry and his lower body slowly responded.

Madam Pince seemed to sense the burning gaze behind her. She stopped what she was doing stiffly, but still did not turn back, only slightly turned her cheek.

Ivan saw that her ears had turned red and knew that she had not forgotten the madness of that night.

"Madam..." Ivan called softly, and slowly walked behind Madam Pince. Madam Pince trembled a little, but still did not move. Ivan stretched out his hand and covered her slightly trembling shoulders, feeling her body stiffen for a moment.

"Don't...we shouldn't..." Madam Pince's voice was very soft, as if she was persuading herself.

"Madam, you want it too, don't you?" Ivan's hand slowly touched her waist. Madam Pince trembled all over and finally turned around slowly.

There was a hidden desire on her face, her lips opened and closed slightly, but she couldn't utter a word.

Mrs. Pince seemed unable to bear such torture. She suddenly turned around and pushed Ivan against the wall.

She took out her wand

"Silent and silent"

"Whisper"

Then she roughly unzipped his pants and his penis popped out.

"Madam...this is..." Ivan wanted to stop her, but before he could finish his words, his penis was held in the warm little mouth.

Madam Pince knelt between Ivan's legs, opened her red lips slightly, and took his cock deep into her throat. She sucked on the head, and her tongue kept teasing the entrance. One hand kneaded the heavy sac, and the other hand stroked the shaft up and down.

She slowly tightened her mouth and sucked his cock as if she was tasting a delicious meal.

"Madam, faster..." Ivan thrust his hips impatiently and thrust into Mrs. Pins' mouth.

Madam Pince matched his movements, sucking with her cheeks bulging, making lewd sounds. Her flexible tongue moved on the penis, occasionally wrapping around the crown and licking it quickly.

"Madam...harder..." Ivan thrust his hips impatiently into her mouth, wanting to get more pleasure. Madam Pince understood and sucked hard with her cheeks, making his scalp numb.

Mrs. Pings looked at Ivan's cock, which had not yet ejaculated, and bit her lip.

She slowly untied her black lace-edged robe, revealing her snow-white and plump breasts.

She knelt between Ivan's legs, lifted her breasts with her hands, and clamped his thick and long penis between them. The enlarged head pressed against the valley of her chest, and the glans rubbed the delicate breast flesh. Madam Pince gently moved her breasts up and down, letting the huge penis pump in her cleavage.

The soft and warm touch made Ivan's scalp tingle with comfort.

"Hmm... Madam's breasts are so soft." Ivan reached out and kneaded her rosy nipples, and his lower body slid quickly along with her movements.

Mrs. Pince's chest also felt itchy when he rubbed it.

She narrowed her eyes and squeezed her breasts faster, as if to make him release faster.

"Madam... I'm coming..." Ivan panted and kneaded her breasts, thrusting deeply and ejaculating on Madam Pince's fair skin. Madam Pince blushed and used her sleeve to wipe the white liquid between her cleavage, and even stretched out her tongue to roll the white liquid around her mouth into her mouth.

"Madam, you are so slutty." Ivan watched her swallow his semen, and his lower body began to stir again. Madam Pins slowly stood up, turned her back to Ivan and raised her plump buttocks. She slowly took off her robe, revealing her slender legs and underwear.

Ivan stared at her snow-white, soft buttocks and straight, slender legs without blinking, and his mouth felt dry. His cock, which had just been released, soon became hard again.

Mrs. Pince reached back, hooked the edge of her panties and pulled them down, revealing the red, swollen and wet clitoris and vagina beneath her.

She twisted her waist and raised her hips towards Ivan. Her small vagina opened and closed in front of Ivan's eyes, letting the love juice ooze out.

"Madam, are you ready so soon?" Ivan's eyes were burning. He put his hands on her curvy buttocks and caressed and kneaded them sensually...

Mrs. Pince gasped softly, and another stream of sexual fluid gushed out from her lower body.

"Don't... come in..." She pretended to struggle, but her body honestly wanted him to invade her. Ivan smiled evilly, holding the thick cock that had been ready for a long time, and thrust it all the way into the soft and wet entrance.

"Ah... so big... don't..." Madam Pince raised her head and moaned softly. The pleasure of being completely filled by him made her feel like she was in heaven. Ivan held her plump buttocks and thrust his lower body quickly.

"Madam, it's so hot and tight inside..." He panted and praised while thrusting...

Mrs. Pince's vagina was completely filled with Ivan's thick cock, and the tender flesh was tightly wrapped around it, making an obscene sound of water with every thrust.

"Madam, you are so good at sucking inside me. It makes me want to cum." Ivan thrust his waist and kneaded her soft breasts.

"Ah... Not there... Um~~~" Madam Pince panted softly, her sensitive clitoris being crushed hard by him, and the comfortable feeling rushed straight to the top of her head.

"Here? Is it the most comfortable here?" Ivan grinned and attacked that spot fiercely, pulling out the whole thing and then pushing it in again with each thrust.

"No...not there...I'm going to break down..." Mrs. Pince couldn't stop moaning, and more honey flowed out of her flower path and flowed down along her thighs.

Ivan saw that she was about to reach orgasm, so he sped up his movements. His thick and long penis thrusted in and out of her body quickly, each thrust crushing the most sensitive and fragile center of her flower. Madam Pince panted and gasped, and her flower path became sore and swollen from his rapid thrusting.

"Well...don't...there..." Madam Pince's slender body trembled slightly with his movements, and sweat wet her scattered black hair.

She bit her red lips and moaned shamefully and charmingly. The sensitive spots were repeatedly crushed, finally bringing waves of pleasure higher than the last. Mrs. Pince moaned softly, her vagina suddenly tightened, and her whole body spasmed to reach a climax.

"Ah... Ivan Hals... You actually made me..." Mrs. Pince's legs went weak. She was about to turn around and blame Ivan, but he pressed her against the edge of the table. Her vagina, still immersed in the afterglow of the climax, was penetrated forcefully again. Mrs. Pince gasped and grabbed the edge of the table.

"Madam, we've just started." Ivan's hands kneaded her nipples, and his lower body continued to thrust hard and deep without stopping.

"No... I just... can't take it anymore..." Madam Pince moaned miserably. Her flower hole was continuously rubbed by him, and her overly sensitive body soon became soft again.

Her eyes looked at Ivan, but her pussy involuntarily wrapped tightly around his penis, sucking greedily to keep it.

Ivan took her weak hand to soothe his swollen and painful penis. Although she refused, Madam Pince's hand gently stroked his shaft. Ivan panted in comfort and thrust faster.

Ivan held Mrs. Pince's slender waist, and moved his lower body rapidly, pumping his thick and long penis in and out of her body. Mrs. Pince panted repeatedly, and her vagina was sore and swollen from his impact.

"Madam, you are so hot and tight inside. It feels so good." Ivan massaged her elastic buttocks with one hand and kneaded her sensitive clitoris with the other.

"Well, Ivan Hals...be gentle..." Mrs. Pince was trembling all over, her vagina tightly wrapped around his penis, dripping with juice. Ivan's every thrust crushed her fragile vagina, and Mrs. Pince soon reached a climax with a gasp.

"Ah..." Her body was extremely sensitive after the orgasm. Madam Pince was about to stop Ivan, but her vagina was still contracting and tightening.

"Madam, it looks like you still want it?" Ivan grinned wickedly and thrust his hips forward, not giving her a chance to catch her breath before quickly thrusting in and out again.

"Ah...don't...I just had an orgasm..." Madam Pince moaned and begged for mercy, but she couldn't stop her body from trembling. Ivan kneaded her plump breasts and guided her hands to soothe his enlarged penis. Madam Pince panted and gently stroked his shaft up and down.

"Madam's little hands are so clever, I feel so comfortable..." Ivan panted, his lower body moving non-stop, and soon brought Madam Pince to a second orgasm. Madam Pince's vagina contracted violently, and she moaned and squeezed his penis again. Ivan also reached his limit, and thrust hard, shooting all his hot liquid into her body...

Ivan caressed Mrs. Pince's delicate skin, and his penis, which had just ejaculated, quickly became hard again.

He made Madam Pince lie on the table and entered her again from behind. The thick and long penis was completely buried inside her, and Madam Pince gasped softly, and her vagina was filled and stretched again.

"Madam, this position allows us to go deeper." Ivan held her waist and thrust his lower body quickly.

"Ah...be gentle..." Mrs. Pince held the edge of the table tightly, her snow-white breasts shaking with his impact. Ivan kneaded her soft breasts with one hand, and reached to the front with the other hand to knead her clitoris. The sensitive spot was double stimulated, and Mrs. Pince soon softened into a pool of spring water.

"Madam, you are so wet and hot inside, it's so comfortable for me." Ivan panted and thrust his lower body quickly. Madam Pince moaned, her vagina tightly clamped his penis, and soon she climaxed again under his impact.

Mrs. Pince finally couldn't bear it anymore, her vagina suddenly tightened, and she climaxed again with her whole body trembling.

Ivan also panted and shot all his hot liquid into her body. After the climax, the two of them cuddled together breathlessly. Madam Pince leaned weakly in Ivan's arms, her vagina still contracting.

"Ivan, this won't happen again..." Madam Pince shyly pushed him. "You're really crazy..."

"Yes, my lady." Ivan gently stroked her long hair and kissed her forehead.

In short, the only way to obtain academic points, besides attending classes regularly, is to answer the professors' questions in every class.

But Ivan soon discovered that being a good student was not so easy. Nowadays, even answering questions required competition.

No matter what kind of course it is, as long as the professor on the stage asks a question, our Miss Know-It-All will always raise her hand high at the first opportunity, and then, with the professor's permission, give the answer quickly and accurately.

After Ivan joined the ranks of answering questions, the class became a battlefield between the two of them, and two arms raised high could be seen in every class.

Hermione seemed to enjoy it as well, and she studied even harder. She often stayed in the library with Ivan until closing time and lights out before returning to the dormitory.

Ivan was so sad that he wanted to cry but had no tears. He just wanted to earn some academic points, but after Hermione's treatment, his income was reduced by half.

Ivan couldn't bear it any longer and had to resort to some "special" methods.

...

"The Disarming Spell and the Obstacle Spell are what we will focus on learning next. They will also be one of the most frequently used magics in your future..."

In the Charms class, the short goblin Professor Flitwick was standing on a stool, popularizing common magical knowledge to a group of young wizards, and waving his wand to demonstrate to everyone from time to time.

Having taught Charms for more than ten years, Professor Flitwick had extensive teaching experience and it didn't take him long to arouse the learning enthusiasm of the young wizards.

"Okay, so does anyone know what the Disarming Spell is? What does it do?" Professor Flitwick asked the students in the audience.

Hermione took the lead with her arms raised high, and turned to look at Ivan. She was still very concerned about the only threatening competitor in class.

However, Ivan stood up directly in front of Hermione's surprised gaze and spoke to Professor Flitwick.

"The spell for the disarming spell is Professor Expelliarmus. It deprives the opponent of his wand after hitting him. The disarming spell also has a certain impact force. The knockback effect is related to the level of the caster and the difference in magic power between the two parties."

Professor Flitwick, who was standing on the stool, was just about to ask Hermione a question, but he didn't expect Ivan to suddenly stand up and talk a lot, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Well said, two points to Gryffindor."

Professor Flitwick reacted quickly, but Ivan's behavior of answering the question quickly was somewhat inappropriate, so Professor Flitwick reminded him again.

"Also, Mr. Hals, I think you'd better raise your hand before answering a question next time."

"Okay, professor..." Ivan glanced at the rewards he had received in the system column and sat down with satisfaction.

Ivan's well-behaved attitude made Professor Flitwick nod his head. He thought that Ivan might just be more fond of studying, so he cleared his throat and continued.

"The next question is, the barrier spell..."

Before Professor Flitwick could finish his words, Ivan stood up again.

"The spell for the barrier spell is Impedimenta (barriers), and its effect is to create a magic barrier to block attacks from a single direction. The advantage is that you can stack multiple spells at the same time, which will provide a stronger defensive effect. The disadvantage is that it cannot defend against attacks from other directions."

"Am I right? Professor..." Ivan smiled obediently at Professor Flitwick.

Hermione widened her eyes and stared at Ivan blankly. This time she didn't even have time to raise her hands before it was over.

The rest of the little wizards were trembling in fear under the aura of Ivan's academic master. It was just a question, so why did they need to fight for it? It was too brutal...

"Yes." Professor Flitwick uttered the word with difficulty and waved Ivan to sit down, without even adding any points this time.

Ivan didn't care. The system's bonus rules only required the approval of the professor, and the points were determined based on the difficulty of the questions.

"Let's move on to the next question..." Professor Flitwick cleared his throat, glanced at Ivan, and quickly turned to speak. "Forget it, I'll teach this class myself."

...

After learning how to answer questions quickly in class, Ivan's speed in earning academic points increased a lot. After all, although Hermione was a top student and smart, the little witch was still relatively thin-skinned and couldn't do something as cool as Ivan.

But every time she saw Ivan after that, her pretty little face was always puffed up with anger. At the beginning, she even reminded Ivan that it was wrong to rush to answer questions in class, and they should compete fairly.

Ivan shook his head firmly. What a joke! Can you call it a fight between top students? It didn't violate the school rules of Hogwarts anyway.

It is estimated that when the four founding giants of Hogwarts were formulating the school rules, they did not expect that there would be someone who would be so "passionate" about learning!

Ivan felt that even if they knew, they would definitely shed tears of relief in their coffins...

Hermione was speechless after being rebuked by Ivan, especially when Ivan brought up his previous experience of being deducted five points in the flying class, and now he was demanding to make up for it tenfold or a hundredfold out of guilt. Hermione was even more speechless.

While Ivan was happy, the professors of various subjects were having a headache. More importantly, they didn't know how to deal with Ivan.

They had seen the little wizard making trouble before, but this was the first time he had answered questions in class… In addition, Ivan's answers were always correct and accurate, and he admitted his mistakes sincerely, so the professors of various subjects were too embarrassed to even scold Ivan.

Having tasted the sweetness, Ivan then extended his suicidal claws to the last bastion, the Potions class, intending to gradually find out Professor Snape's bottom line.

Snape, who always favors Slytherin and is hostile to Gryffindor, is not so easy to talk to. At the end of the get out of class, he personally warned Ivan that if he saw Ivan standing up to answer questions without permission again, he would deduct all the house points Ivan had earned in other subjects!

But as soon as Snape left, the system prompt sounded as expected.

[Ding, the potion class is over.

Comprehensive evaluation of this class: Satisfactory (excellent)

Reviewer: Severus Snape

Reward: Academic points × 10]

"What a tsundere..." Ivan couldn't help but complain out loud, and then touched his chin thoughtfully. It seemed that... maybe... it seemed that... he could be a little more naughty?