7 Part 7

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A few years later.

A black-haired young man dressed in a traditional school robe with the Ravenclaw Faculty emblem and the Faculty Head badge walked leisurely down the Hogwarts corridor. The last years at Hogwarts had been quite successful for Harry. Being one of the best students of this magical school, Potter never received grades lower than expected. After his first year, Harry decided not to touch his champion notebook for the time being. He decided to focus on his education for now, rather than participating in games. Unlike most Hogwarts students, Harry wasn't particularly enamoured with Quidditch. Instead of this magical sport, Potter took extra lessons from his dean in the art of dueling and participated in international magical dueling competitions. Harry had become the champion of magical duelling in his age category more than once. And for the past four years, no one had been able to defeat the green-eyed claw. As for that unknown Lady Meta that Harry had fought in the game, in his first year, he had guessed closer to the end of his first year who it was. But to approach Tonks, Potter did not. In the first place, the girl was busy preparing for her final exams and entering the Aurorat Academy, and in the second place, the clawed man himself had little free time. Harry wanted to meet her later, but because of his busy schedule, he soon forgot all about Tonks. Between his studies at Hogwarts and training in magical duelling with Professor Flitwick, Potter began to study more in-depth combat magic with his pledge of allegiance, Bellatrix, in his third year.

 Flashback

Turning down an unremarkable alleyway on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, Harry headed towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest while the other students strolled around the magical village. Potter's disappearance was not noticed by anyone. However, the clawed man did not go alone to meet the unknown dark wizardess who had sent him a letter requesting a meeting. As soon as Harry left Hogsmeade, Hela and Emma Frost appeared next to his master. The latter was needed to determine the dark witch's true intentions. The ladies walked on either side of their master, trying not to talk much to each other. And after a few minutes the trio came to a spacious clearing, where a black-haired sorceress dressed in all black was waiting for them. As she did so, she was lightly rubbing the edge of her dress. As soon as Harry stopped, he looked at Hela and nodded silently. The Asgardian immediately set up a powerful magical protection against eavesdropping. Emma, on the other hand, scrutinised Bellatrix standing in front of her. There was silence for a while.

- So, who are you and why did you want to meet me? - Harry crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the beautiful black-haired wizard carefully.

- I'm Bellatrix Black and I've come here to offer you my wand," she said.

- Hmm. There you go. Then let me ask you, what would I gain from your service. After all, I already have champions who are loyal to me. Take Hela, for example. She is skilled in battle magic and necromancy. - Harry said. As he said this, the black haired Asgardian smiled smugly. Turning in her direction, Potter looked intently at the goddess of death.

- Please remove your smug smirk. It's not appropriate here.

- Forgive me master," the black-haired Asgardian said respectfully, bowing slightly, her smile fading sharply after Harry's remark. Standing a few metres away from Hela, Emma smiled slightly. The light-haired mutant didn't particularly like it when the black-haired Asgardian over-expressed herself. However, Frost quickly returned to her main task, which was to check Bellatrix's thoughts. It was not difficult for the experienced telepath to overcome Black's occlumency barriers and begin to carefully analyse all of the dark-haired sorceress's thoughts. And so far Emma hadn't found anything suspicious, but that didn't guarantee that Black wasn't going to deceive her master.

While Bellatrix talked about how she could be of use to Harry, Emma walked over to the clawed wizard and began to whisper quietly in her master's ear.

- Master, I've been carefully counting all of her thoughts and she's not lying. At least, I couldn't detect any traces of lying in her thoughts.

- Hmm. That's how it is. So you think she is sincere in her desire to serve me? - Harry replied quietly as well, starting to walk around Black and scrutinise her from different angles. Hela, on the other hand, was looking jealously at Frost, who was taking up all of her master's attention. Turning away so as not to betray her feelings, the black-haired Asgardian stepped back to a large tree and leaned back against the trunk, staring at one point.

After listening to Bellatrix and Emma, Harry stopped where he was and began to think about what he should do. On one hand he already had champions loyal to him, whose powers and abilities together surpassed those of Bellatrix. But on the other hand to make an enemy in the person of one of the strongest witches of magical England, Harry did not want. After all, the woman who refused could do very unpredictable things. And with the Black temperament, it was a potent mix.

- All right, then. I'll take you into my service. But you must swear a magical oath that you will not betray me in word or deed," Harry said, looking at Bellatrix carefully.

Smiling slightly, much to the annoyance of Hela, the black-haired witch raised her wand up and said the magical oath. As Bellatrix recited it, Harry looked in the direction of one individual whose behaviour he didn't like at all.

"We'll have to talk to Hela a little later, about her behaviour," the clawed man said mentally.

Once the vow was said, Harry said goodbye to Bellatrix and left the forest clearing with Emma and Hela.

Upon his return to the castle, Potter naturally punished one temper, but not in the way Hela wanted him to. Harry simply locked the asgard in a special virtual room, for his notebook still had the function of adding rooms.

- You'll sit here for a few months and think about your behaviour," Harry said, closing the door behind him, leaving Hela in solitary confinement. Something she was completely unprepared for.

- But Master..." the black-haired Asgardian beauty whimpered, but Potter was deaf to her pleas.

And Hela stayed there until the Christmas holidays began. While she was in detention, Harry met with Bellatrix several times to explain her duties.

 End of flashback

Putting aside the memories he didn't need right now, the seventeen year old young man, who would be graduating from Hogwarts this year, continued his patrol of Hogwarts. His partner, the Head Girl of Cogwthran, Olivia Clarke was unable to attend the patrol as she had gone on a date with some Slytherin. So Harry had no choice but to patrol the castle corridors alone.

Whistling a simple tune to himself, the black-haired seventh year turned left and walked down the stone stairs to the street. As he entered the courtyard of Hogwarts, Harry was about to walk towards the wooden bridge when he suddenly heard shouting and cursing coming from the viaduct. Potter knew exactly who they belonged to. There was only one individual at Hogwarts who could express himself like that.

Quickening his pace, Harry reached the right place and expectedly saw a group of Gryffindors, led by a certain redhead, harassing Slytherin and Claw girls.

- You filthy pureblood whores who-" the red-haired prat was yelling loudly, along with his mates clamping several female students to the wall.

- So, what's going on here? - Harry said sharply.

- 'Get out of here Potter. This has nothing to do with you. We're going to put those bitches in their place now," the Gryffindor snarled.

- Is that how you mean? - Harry said slightly snidely, then pulled out his wand.

Without further ado, Potter quickly paralysed the bullies and tied them up with powerful ropes, before flying the Gryffindors to the Dean's office, leaving them alone with the enraged professor.

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Back in his room, Harry closed the door behind him and lay down on his bed. On his desk lay his magic notebook. However, Potter was in no hurry to touch it. Meanwhile, his champs had a different opinion. A few moments later, they appeared before their master. Hela came out first, followed by Emma, and then Natasha. The three girls were dressed in very erotic negligees, which did not hide the gorgeous bodies of the three beauties at all and differed in colour. Hela's negligee was black, Emma's was white and Natasha's was bright red. The three girls stood in front of their master's bed and looked at him with frankly hungry looks. It was worth noting that thanks to the magic notebook, Emma and Natasha had retained their youth and beauty. In Hela's case, everything was explained by her origin. Being a goddess of death, she could not fear aging. While ordinary Asgardians did age and die, albeit after several thousand years, Hela was truly immortal.

- Master," the three beauties murmured simultaneously, trying to get Potter's attention.

- Ladies, I told you that..... - The clawed man started to say, but stopped talking when he saw how his three champions were dressed. Hela, Emma and Natasha smiled seductively, taking a few more steps forward.

- Master. Which one of us do you want first? - said the black-haired beast whose eyes begged Harry to choose her.

Standing up from the bed, the young man walked around his three champions, scrutinising them from different angles. As Harry finished his rounds, Hela decided to stand out. Unfastening the straps of her negligee, the black-haired Asgardian threw it to the floor, leaving her completely naked. She then gave Emma and Natasha a very smug look and stepped forward, swaying her hips seductively.

- Okay. Come here, cheeky girl," Harry said after a short silence, looking at Hela. Emma and Natasha soon disappeared, leaving the Asgardian alone with their master.

- Master, what can I do for you? - Hela whispered languidly, coming up behind Harry and pressing her soft breasts against Harry's back as she began to unbuckle her master's belt with her hands. As she did so she began to caress Harry's earlobe with her tongue.

- Hela, aren't you getting a little cocky? - He replied in a slightly husky voice as the brunette pulled off his trousers and underwear, tossing them aside.

- No, I'm your first champion and I can afford to be ahead of the others," she replied, kneeling down in front of Potter and fondling Harry's dignity with her hands.

There was a smug expression on the black-haired beauty's face. As soon as Harry's cock was bloody and stiff, Hela nestled against it and began to work it with all the care of her warm mouth. Moving her head up and down, Hela fully engulfed her master's cock, slurping lewdly. Wrapping his hands around the asgardian's black hair, Harry spread her legs slightly to give Hela more room and began to help her move up and down.

- Damn, you're so insatiable! - Harry said as he made deep thrusts into the brunette's warm mouth. Hela, who continued to suck him off, could only stare at him with her eyes, not intending to stop for a moment. After all, she had waited a long time for this moment, to be alone with her master and prove to him that she was better than the other champions he had and would have.

- Master, shall we move to the bed? I don't mind the floor, but the bed's better," Hela said, pulling away from her Master's cock and completely ignoring the fact that her face was currently splattered with the clawed man's cum.

- Harry replied, then lifted the brunette off the floor and pushed her down onto the bed. The Asgardian shrieked, but then got on all fours, her arse wiggling in a wave.

- Oh, Master!!! - Hela moaned as Harry slapped the black-haired Asgardian's white buttocks lightly before beginning the main action.Once inside Hela's womb, Harry did nothing for a few moments, then began to move slowly back and forth, holding the brunette tightly by the waist. As soon as her master's cock entered her, Hela began to move her hips backwards to meet the guy's thrusts. Standing in the middle of the bed on all fours, the black-haired beauty was giving herself to her master with a satisfied yet lecherous smile on her face.

- Yes! More! OH!!! - Hela was moaning with pure pleasure and she was clearly not going to stop. The goddess of death was wriggling with pleasure and soon she was face down on the pillow, arching her bottom even more, not forgetting to wiggle her hips in time with Harry's movements. In turn, Potter was not going to spare the black-haired cheeky girl, speeding up the pace of his frictions into Hela's bosom.

But the black-haired Asgardian didn't get to be alone with her master for long. For one of the two remaining champions did not want to stay away and soon came out into the real world.