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I shook my head silently, feeling unsure whether I should feel amused or appalled at the little blighters worshipping the floor I walked on.

Currently, I'm in the secret base of my growing kingdom of House-elves whose the sole goal is to dominate the whole globe in my name.

At first, it sounded so delusional and was quite painful to my mental state, but after I realized that my growing organization (behind my back if I must add) has the potential to achieve that, I decided I need to stop them from their zealous crusader against the whole world. The truth is I don't have a goal to dominate this world. As a matter of fact, I find it to be troublesome. I don't have any plan to dominate this world or any other worlds for that matter. Then, what is my goal? You may ask me with that question and my answer is simple; I want power first and immortality second.

Now, before you accused me of plagiarizing the same Dark-Lord-turned-Wraith I had apprehended and locked inside a crystal ball and sued me for the same reason, I must tell you that I pride myself as a sane person who knows the bigger picture. Lord Voldemort wanted immortality because he feared death and, frankly, I'm too. However, Lord Voldemort wanted to rule the world and savour the superior feeling as the ruler while his follower worshipping him and grovelling under his shoes; this is what separates us from being same.

The Omniverse is, frankly, without limits and full of perils and fortunes; this world is nothing but a mere drop of boundless and vast sea or, perhaps, even considered as nothing in the limitless Omniverse. My true goal is to travel the limitless Omniverse and enjoy a long, easy life, and to realize that goal, I need power first and the foremost and next is immortality. Fortunately, my absurd, reality-breaking power can help me attaining the former and also has a potential for the later. In the end, though, I don't have any wish to be a ruler.

However, I digressed long enough.

I returned back from my musings and stared at two House-elves, hung from the ceiling with their balls connected with rope; they were Barmy and Corny, the reason behind my former headache when I found out what'd happened to the Malfoy's pair of a mother and a daughter.

While being hung cruelly, they had explained their reason behind doping the Malfoy's pair of a daughter and a mother with Love and Loyalty potions. In the end, it returned back to the whole ruling and world-conquering discussion in my name. Oh joy, just thinking what's going to happen to my future when they succeed their crusade almost gave me an aneurysm . . . almost as the keyword because my Gamer's Mind stopped any intense emotion from taking over all space in my head.

"Barmy, Corny," I called the two House-elves and they turned their eyes towards me; tears were still spilling out from the corners of their eyes, likely from the pain they were experiencing. "I don't have any intention to be a tyrant. As a matter of fact, I don't have any intention to be any kind of ruler."

I paused, watching their reaction, and found out they were listening to me intently amidst their pain. I nodded at that and continued where I left, "There's a saying about the path to hell is paved with good intentions. Now, your thoughtfulness to help me is appreciated, but, next time, please don't do anything like this ever again."

I waited for their reaction and, soon, I saw them nod carefully, trying to not aggravating their condition.

"Be glad I don't execute you because of your folly. I still see the use of you two and it will be a shame to kill you because of this small mishaps. Now, you two need to stay like that for the next twenty-three hours," — I paused and gave them a menacing stare, — "Am I clear?"

The two House-elves nodded in a hurry before they winced as pain flared through their bodies from their crotches. After witnessing that, I turned my eyes towards the five dozens of the house-elves in this hidden basement.

They are surprisingly standing in several rows of a line that can make the other national militant force green in envy because of their discipline.

"Take this as a reminder," I started as I stared at them with a hard stare, "From now, if you all have an idea that can affect me, consult with me first before you lot go with it . . . do I make myself clear?"

"SIR, YES SIR!"

The loud shouts echoed in the chamber; I nodded at that, feeling glad something like this won't happen again in the future, right before that feeling was smothered by the calmness. I then reminded that I had left the unconscious Madam Pomfrey and the horny Narcissa Malfoy in the Malfoy's Manor. Recalling the state of the perpetual horny witch almost made me feel a headache, though, thanks to my Gamer's Mind, it didn't happen.

"You," pointing at the random house-elf, I called the short little gremlin, "Take me back to Malfoy's manor. I need to return to Hogwarts with Poppy Pomfrey and deal with Narcissa Malfoy's condition."

"Sir, yes sir!" The house-elf saluted before he (I believed the creature to be a male from the lack of feminine trait of their race) trotted in my direction. I accepted his wrinkle-skinned hand and we returned back to Malfoy's Manor via house-elf magic. . .

"My Lord! You have returned! Can I be a use for you! Let me show you how I can be a slutty, little witch to serve your carnal need, my beloved Lord!"

. . . and I was greeted by Narcissa's frantic shout the moment I appeared in her chamber.

I stared at the tied up adult witch, still naked, with a deadpan. Now that I've become calm from the proverbial war between my high emotions and the effect of my Gamer's Mind skill in my head, I could think everything through calmly.

To tell the truth, I didn't have any use for the Malfoy's pair of a mother and a daughter. I didn't mind my lack of standing in Magical Britain. However, my zealous House-elves begged to differ, it seems.

Now, the question is, how shall I use the Malfoy's name since they were offered to me by my batty minions?

"Alright, Narcissa. . ." I tried to get her attention, which I supposed unnecessary for her attention was always to me.

The naked witch perked both literally and figuratively; her grey eyes lit up in delight from my sudden call while her breasts, laid bare for me to see, jiggled as she straightened her sitting posture.

"Yes, my Lord!" replied the witch amorously; her face heated up and flushed as her arousal became apparent, "Do you need something? Will you finally let me serve you?"

"No," I replied at once, earning a dejected expression from the batty witch, "Can you tell me what you can provide me with?" I ignored her pitiful expression, which seems like a kicked puppy, and asked this question.

"My body, my lord! You mightn't be an adult yet, but I can help you to understand the bliss of being an adult sooner!" answered the Regent Lady of Malfoy House.

I deadpanned at her, showing nothing on my face as I checked her naked figure. She was batting her eyelashes coquettishly, tempting me to take her offer as she realized I was checking on her.

"Forget it, woman," — I finally spoke, dismissing her temptation (I was glad my Gamer's Mind was keeping my mind on check or I would've been fallen for her tempting offer), — "I just hit my puberty not long ago and you're not the only one who wants to eat me, figuratively speaking of course. As a matter of fact, you need to stand in line and wait for your turn, but I digress. . ."

I ignored her sexy pout then she spread her thighs slightly, showing her drooling lower lips to me, and as she tried to say her nonsense yet again, I cut her before she could even speak her first word.

"Now, answer my question seriously or I'll . . . discard you for another more useful witch . . ."

"Mercy my Lord! Don't throw me away! I shall answer your question seriously, but, please, don't throw me away!"

. . . and the horny witch answered in a panicked voice; her expression matched it.

"Good, at least, you understand what'll happen to you if you keep fooling around," — I nodded in satisfaction from the witch's reaction, — "Now, my question is . . . what can you offer to me?" I said in an even tone.

Narcissa clamped her thighs begrudgingly and pulled a pensive expression; she contemplated her answer for a moment before she spoke.

"To be honest," she began, "Other than the connection belongs to House of Malfoy and House of Black, I don't think this lowly servant of yours can offer something else, my lord."

What she said, more or less, is correct; I don't need Malfoy's or Black's wealth because my House-elves had amassed enough wealth in their heist; for their magical knowledge, I had commanded my house-elves to clean Black's library in the Number 12 Grimmauld Place, and compared to the books I could find in the Hogwarts, that place and this place held nothing of value to me. In the end, only Black's and Malfoy's connection held value for me.

"Color me impressed Narcissa," — I conceded at her understanding and the witch in question preened on my praise, — "At least, you are still useful for me."

"Am I going to get the prize for my usefulness, my Lord?" asked Narcissa hopefully.

I stared at her in the eyes blankly and said, "What do you want?"

"Let me serve you with my body, O my beloved Lord!" answered Narcissa at once.

I rolled my eyes to that; I should have expected it from an addled-minded witch like her.

Before I could deny her wish, I got an idea how to use someone like her. It was quite obvious; I would work her up like horse or donkey with the 'carrot and stick' approach. Although my Gamer's Mind repressed my desire, I couldn't deny the fact that the mature witch in front of me is sexy and full of adult charm. Nevertheless, I won't be shaken by her temptation. However, there is no adverse effect to tease her for now.

I curled up the corners of my lips into a suave smile and walked closer towards the tied up witch; Narcissa's body trembled in anticipation as I got closer. I stopped in front of her and cupped her chin, watching her expectant, dreamy grey eyes.

"Do you really wish for me to use your body that badly, Narcissa?" I said.

The black haired witch shuddered as my left index finger trailed on her sweaty cleavages, down her stomach before stopping above her crotch; her lips flapped open and closed randomly as she failed to voice what's in her mind; her body shook violently from my action and her breath became laboured.

"Ye-yes . . . Please, My Lord . . . I can't hold this . . . the heat of passion in my . . . chest anymore. It's painful . . . my Lord! It's torturing me, chipping my sanity bit by bit!"

I made a mental note how bad her condition is; as a matter of fact, I'm not sure if she could hold her rampaging desire any longer. She had done a great job in diverting her tortuous desire with the . . . doll transfigured to match my appearance (which I had banished to the oblivion when I arrived here for the first time).

"Are you now?" I asked evenly.

"Yes! Of course, My Lord! It is my deepest desire to serve you with this body!"

"Unfortunately, Narcissa," — I watched her face contorting into despair as I began, — "I'm still too young to have coitus with you in the truest sense. But, I think, I can help you lessen your pain slightly."

I continued trailing my hand down until I felt her pubic hair and continued further; her breath became rougher and erratic and her grey eyes dilated as my hand got closer to her unholy garden. My hand then arrived at its destination and I pinched a small nub from the folded skins.

Narcissa gasped; her body lurched forward and her thighs clamped painfully as her body shuddered intensely. "Hnnnhhhh~" she let loose a throaty moan with a long drawl.

I felt liquid, sticky and warm, poured out of her core and realized she just came from it. So easy that it wasn't funny. Yet, it wasn't the end. Her grey eyes were staring at me with such carnal desire that would make me stagger back by its intensity if not for my Gamer's Mind maintained my calm. Narcissa then shifted her hips, bucking them slowly at first, before her movement became frantic.

"Oh~ Yes! More my Lord! Please give me more," pleaded Narcissa pitifully.

And granted her wish, I did; I inserted my fingers, index finger and middle finger together, into her wet, pulsating core. Her body lurched from the sensation, and she blinked her eyes quickly in bliss. I then twist my fingers in her core, trying to find her sweet spot, as I softly twisted her twitching soft peanut with my thumb and index finger.

"Ohhhhh! Morgana! Yesssss! That's the spot, my Lord!" moaning throatily, her speech almost unrecognisable; she had humped her wide hips, trying to match the rhythm of my finger as she strained against her bound; her eyelids dropped slightly, creating a dopey look; her face inched forwards before it reached its threshold, stopping dead as her bound didn't give her freedom to move further; her luscious lips parted slightly and her slippery tongue jutted out through the gap, moving slightly as if it tried to find something.

With a level face that showed neither boredom nor interest, I watched her blissful expression; my hands continued its magic and my fingers twisted her sensitive bud and prodded her sweet spot ruthlessly.

Soon, I could feel the convulsions became stronger and her core secreted more fluid; I realized her orgasm was close, but I wouldn't give her what she desired the most. I pulled my hand quickly and found my fingers were wet with her love fluids. I then saw her frozen expression and her eyes tightened in disbelief as her sweet release had been robbed away when it was so close.

"My-my Lord," stuttered Narcissa (it sounded more like a whimper in my ears; I felt a faint amusement as the epitome of pureblood lady showed such reaction), "W-why?"

"Do you want it? Do you wish your real prize, Narcissa Malfoy?" I asked as I moved my face closer to hers; our noses were almost touching each other and I could feel her hot, ragged breath on my face.

"Ple-please . . ." begged the adult witch pitifully; her frustration was clear on her beautiful face and yet, she didn't dare to take it out on me.

"If you want it. . ." I said evenly before I straightened my posture; from my position, I could clearly watch her perky twin breasts heaving quickly and her hips quivering pitifully.

I ignored her devastated expression and clear sexual frustration and walked away from her position. I then beckoned to the silent house-elf that'd been standing inconspicuously in one of the corners while waiting for me silently; the house-elf strutted closer in my direction and offered his gnarled hand to me. Before I accepted his offered hand, I turned my face back towards the adult witch bound in the chair.

"Then, earn it," I finished my unfinished speech from earlier.

"Wha-what do I need to do, my Lord?" asked Narcissa at once.

"Give me all connection of Malfoy and Black House with what kind of service those connections provide me with. Write it all in the parchment and present it to me tomorrow morning via my house-elf stationed in this place. If you completed this task with flying colour, tomorrow night I'll do the same thing until the end."

I didn't wait for Narcissa answer and beckoned the house-elf to take the unconscious Madam Pomfrey and me back to Hogwarts.

With a silent cracking sound, I left the horny and bothered adult witch behind for Hogwarts.

—»O«—

A few weeks crept by, and, in a month, the Christmas will arrive; the date changed into November 25th after the needles of the grandfather clock passed the 12 O'clock; one of my house-elf, Wonky, had appeared, stopping my grinding in the forest in northern Scotland to farm extra Exp; I wasn't alone for Mina was accompanying me in tonight hunt.

"What is it, Wonky?" I asked the female house-elf as I caught her in my peripheral vision.

Not far away, Mina was watching Wonky and I from her spot, sitting properly around a table with a fresh Death Eater's blood in a cup in front of her; tonight, the Vampire Ancestor was wearing black colored dress with detached sleeves that showed her smooth, unblemished shoulder and some cleavages and mini-skirts that stops on her mid-thighs. She also wore black stockings that covered up her slender legs and healthy thighs and almost showed no skin, except the small pale part in the between of her skirt and the end of her stockings. The last article she wore was a pair of high-heeled stilettos.

Although it was almost winter and the temperature slowly dropped down, she seemed careless of the cold.

"Sir, the annoying wizard has been caught in the bad activity with seventh year Gryffindor's student," Wonky began her report at once, "I have sent the irksome wizard on Professor Kitty's room! Tomorrow morning, the bad wizard won't teach in Hogwarts no further than yesterday!"

"Well," — I responded with raised brows, and other than that, I showed nothing, — "That's good."

I paused for a moment, mulling over something in my head. Then, I asked the female house-elf, "What about Albus Dumbledore? Is he trying to save Lockhart or kicking the fraud out of the castle?"

"Headmaster Dumby-door is interrogating the Irksome Wizard with Batty Potions Master's assistance, Sir!" answered Wonky easily.

I accepted the report with a faint nod; I made a pensive expression as I mulled what this revelation meant for me.

Albus Dumbledore had been a mystery to me; whether he is how he portrayed in the series or the evil old wizard shown in some fanfictions or something else was unknown to me. So far, I tried to find out his category from the three categories I had for him, and he'd shown himself as the first category; a person who wished for the betterment of magical folks with farsightedness that made him a tad Machiavellian. However, I didn't feel secure without knowing what kind of person he truly. Nevertheless, I had decided to eliminate him in the future to get the ownership of his Death's Stick.

Speaking of one of the Deathly Hallows, my mind couldn't help but think the possibility of the Master of Death rumour within this reality. It made me curious; would it be a hoax like in the canonical series or would I become the Master of the embodiment of the Death like portrayed in some of the fanfictions in my previous life. It was also a mystery I wanted to unveil, and it made me excited.

I shook my head, stopping my mind from thinking about Dumbledore further. I then stared at Mina who was sitting calmly while sipping the wizard's blood from her wineglass.

"What's it, dearest?" asked Mina as she felt my gaze on her; she raised her brows fluidly, making the movement seemed like a beautiful art.

"Nothing," — I shook my head and returned my attention to Wonky, — "You may return back to your duty, and thank you for informing me, Wonky."

"Oh! Master Lusty-Bug sir is the kindest! Wonky moved to tears because of sir's thanks! Master is truly the most glorious wizard in the world!" Wonky spoke while bawling loudly.

I ignored the batty house-elf and the amused Mina and scanned a kilometre distance around me for the presence of any dangerous Magical Creature I could kill for extra Exp. Soon, my Presence Detection informed me of the pack of the Nuckelavee (a horse-like demon that looks worse than Thesthral). Then, I signalled to Mina, informing her of my plan. After the Vampire Ancestor gave me her consent, a small nod to my direction, I immediately dashed to my targets' position.

The night is still young and the hunt is just beginning . . .

»O«—

Time continued to pass without anyone can stop it even though only for a mere second, even though there are wizards and witches that can mess up the natural law of the world with the obscure art of magic. Before I knew it, Christmas arrived and I will return back to Yorkshire for Christmas and Boxing Day.

My house-elf packed my effect before the dawn arrived; my friends — somewhat — and I had our breakfast in the Great Hall; we left the castle via the Thesthral drawn carriage; we took one compartment and I put on all security with the others' approvals.

And now, I'm silently watching the girl having their small talk; Luna Lovegoods had taken the spot near the door, sitting at my right; Su Li was sitting on my other side; Holly who was surprisingly leaving the castle for this year's Christmas and Boxing Day was sitting across me, flanked by the Patil Twins, and she was talking with the aforementioned twins about their Christmas' party in Patil's residence in the United Kingdom; For once, Hermione wasn't with us, she was busy in other compartment and if Parvati could be believed, the bushy haired witch was tutoring Neville Longbottom.

Speaking of the Girl Who Lived, this Christmas Holly was going to have a sleepover in the Patil's place. I should have been surprised by it, but my Gamer's Mind rendered the surprise into nonexistent.

As the Hogwarts Express passed the greeneries outside, I kept my attention to the gossiping girl; Luna who was busy with her Rune Quiz in her copy of Quibblers would cut in with her odd yet delightful remark; The Ravenclaw girls who knew Luna looked nonpulsed, but Parvati was different. The younger of the Patil Twins had given the first year Ravenclaw a few odd glances for Luna's odd remarks and her unreal magical creatures.

The girls had many things to discuss, ranging from the rumours about Lockhart's sudden removal from the rooster of Hogwarts' professor, Lockhart's apparent fraudulence that shattered many witches preconception on the wizard, their school experience from the early in November to this morning, and many, many more. Quite frankly, I didn't hold that much of interest towards the topic of their discussion. My mind was somewhere else, namely my plan for the Christmas and the Boxing Day.

Like the previous Christmas, I planned to spend it with Clara and other obedient orphans in the Orphanage after that, I would spend the rest of the night with Mina until the dawn came. For the Boxing Day, I would visit Su's house for a business before I spent the rest of holiday with the Vampire Ancestor living near my orphanage.

Hours passed and the sky had turned dark; the Hogwarts Express finally arrived in the King's Cross; we climbed down the iron steps after the car was almost empty. My small group of six was separated in our ways; Holly had left together with the Patils, Luna had been taken away by Xenophilius Lovegoods (Oh, how the wizard is as bonkers as his canon counterpart has been portrayed in the novels); Su left with her family, and I had small pleasant talk with Mister Li for our appointment in the boxing day. It was the best part of this whole occasion.

Stepping out of the station, I immediately went to the empty alley and called one of my house-elves. I then asked the house-elf to take me to Mina's place. . .

"Welcome home, my beloved husband!"

. . . and I got the lovely greeting from the Vampire Ancestor as I appeared in her living room; she sounded like a faithful wife greeting her husband just returned back home from a day of work.

As Mina glided gracefully from her sofa, I dismissed my house-elf's presence for the house-elf's service was unneeded for the moment. She was all but throwing her small body towards my direction, making me catch her lest she tackled me down the floor. She then kissed me on the mouth without any trace of reservation. Her fangs had accidentally pierced my lower lips, but no blood came out of my Gamer's Body hadn't been deactivated. Her jumping moment made me spin our body for a moment before I could steady myself. Thanks to my high Strength and Agility statistics, I could correct my posture without any problem.

"Are you going to stay in here until morning?" asking this, Mina stared at me in the eyes; her blood red eyes with a vertical slit for pupil gazed with clear expectation.

I nodded my head wordlessly to answer her inquiry; a faint yet beautiful smile bloomed on her face, increasing her charm. I checked her appearance and saw her wearing a blood red tube-top and a pair of short jeans that showed so much skin of her legs (not like I feel dissatisfied from it. As a matter of fact, it was the opposite). She tried her pale blond hair in a simple bun, showing her smooth, frail-looking neck. If she knew I was checking her, she acted as if nothing happened, taking everything in a stride.

"Good," — Mina nodded her head, seemed pleased by my answer, — "Now, tell your days in the past three days," she said as she dragged me to the quality sofa.

I let her pull across the room and sat down on the quality sofa. Then, the bloodsucking minx climbed up my laps and made herself comfortable.

"Before that, may you give me permission for my special feeding schedule?" she said with a sultry tone.

I deactivated my Gamer's Body effect and beckoned her to feed on me by giving her easy access to my neck; she soon sunk her fangs into my neck and sucked around 500ml blood out of my body. As this happened, she didn't forget to grind her shapely rears on my laps, unconsciously trying to tempt me in her increasing arousal. I would be a liar if I said I wasn't tempted by her seduction, though, it wasn't a deliberate action on her part. My mind might be forced into perpetual calmness because of my Gamer's Mind, but my body was quite honest with its feeling.

In all honesty, my body's natural reaction was given once I had turned off my Gamer's Body. It had been accumulating pent up sexual frustration from Mina's feeding schedule and rewarding Narcissa for her hard work in past months. If it wasn't for my Gamer's Mind, I would have indulged my bodily need and relished the passionate debauchery Narcissa and Mina wouldn't mind to entertain me.

"So," started Mina after she finished her feeding, "Something interesting happened in these three days?"

"No," — I shook my head, — "Nothing much. It was just other boring days in Hogwarts, though I have made an appointment for the Boxing Day with Su and her family."

"Ah, she's you Chinese Mistress, isn't she?" said Mina, sounded amused.

"Su isn't my Chinese Mistress," I retorted at once without any heat in my tone.

"Keep saying that, my dearest, and she mayn't become one of your Mistress, perhaps." — Mina rolled her ruby-like eyes — "If you never entertained yourself with the idea to have more than one lover, you would have told her that you don't have any interest for her, disabusing her for her growing crush on you."

"Maybe . . ." I trailed unsurely.

As a matter of fact, Mina's statement held a certain truth in it. Even though my Gamer's Mind made me a pseudo-asexual, I was still a normal man (as normal as I can be with reality-warping power on my fingertip), and my instinctual, physical reaction to Narcissa's slutty manner and Mina's coquettish behavior around me had told me that I was still a man who wants to indulge in the carnal pleasure for the sake of pure enjoyment. It isn't like I am a sex-maniac who wishes nothing but indulge myself in carnal pleasure.

As a man whose goal is to enjoy what long life can offer me with, I instinctively desire for the finest entertainment I can get; pleasure in bed, in a battlefield and even simplest pleasure like enjoying a normal day with a pleasant company is something I want. It's just that, deep down I think I'm entitled to such indulgence because I had experienced a life before this life and I was a tad disappointed because I must experience another life with the annoyance following it.

"There's no maybe, my dearest, I can see deep down you wish for it. If not, you would ignore or, perhaps, even kill your witch-pet and her daughter the moment you found out their condition, instead of sparing their life, no?"

When I opened my mouth to reply, she stopped me with a kiss. After she broke the kiss, she stared at me with mirthful eyes and said, "You needn't answer me, my dearest. Just remember that I don't mind when you add more women as your mates and you mustn't neglect me when I'm not the sole woman in your life."

I stared at the young Vampire Ancestor in bemusement. A moment later, I nodded my head silently.

"So, you have made an appointment with your Chinese Mistress's family?" said Mina as she tried changing the subject of our conversation, "Is it about the martial art you want to learn from her family?"

"More or less," saying this, I also nodded my head.

"I'm curious about the far-east martial arts, to be honest."

"Why?" I asked with a faint curiosity, before the feeling was smothered by my Gamer's Mind.

"My Lord Father has told me about the legendary prowess of far-east warriors who can manipulate their life forces. He mentioned about it in the passing, and he said that the far-east warrior he met in the past wa a fearsome person with an ability to shatter massive boulder with a mere tap of his palm and he could move as fast as my Lord Father when he wasn't holding back. In fact, my Lord Father advised me not to make an enemy out of this kind of person for he almost perished in this person's hand."

"I never thought Vlad Tepes had met with Ki-user from far-east," I mused loudly, "I think, my decision to learn Chinese Martial Arts isn't wrong, and I have confidence I can quickly reach that level."

"I believe you can do it, my dearest," — Mina patted my cheeks softly, signalling her encouragement, — "I have faith in you. You, as my significant other, are a special person, after all."

After that, we talked nothings as we spent our time together until 8 A.M., and I left Mina's place to show up in the orphanage.


Footnote:
I have edited previous chapter (CH18) a little bit to maintain Dias' apathy and his logical thinking brought by his Gamer's Mind. I don't have other reasons for off-screening Lockhart's removal from the Hogwarts than I don't have the drive to write that scene. And, I hope you can enjoy the lime I put in this chapter.

See you again in the next chapter!