Mina Shackle, the female Auror Captain, clearly hadn't anticipated that her meticulously disguised surveillance would be actively broken by the target in such a manner. She looked at the boy's clear, innocent eyes and felt momentarily flustered.
"Good day, Madam Malkin." She quickly composed herself, politely greeting the shop owner first, before turning her gaze back to the boy on the stool, forcing a gentle smile. "My name is Mina Shackle, an Auror with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. How can I help you, young man?"
Before Jerry could reply, Madam Malkin opened the floodgates of conversation, introducing Mina with a proud, booming voice:
"Young man, you have excellent taste! Madam Mina is no ordinary Auror; she's our Ministry of Magic's youngest and most promising Auror Captain! Why, her father, the famous Mr. Orkin Shackle, was with Headmaster Dumbledore when they defeated You-Know-Who in the war, and later led the clean-up of countless Death Eater remnants and Dark Wizard families! The Shackle family deserves enormous credit for the peace we enjoy today!"
Madam Malkin continued, measuring Jerry with her tape measure, her voice full of respect for a hero. "Madam Mina has completely inherited her father's excellent qualities. She's solved several major cases at a young age and is a role model for all young wizards!"
A look of mild embarrassment crossed Mina's face; she was clearly uncomfortable with the excessive flattery, but she maintained her composure, telling Madam Malkin, "You're too kind, Madam."
Her gaze returned to Jerry, her tone significantly softer. "You said... you need help choosing your robes?"
Jerry nodded vigorously, a look of gratitude on his face. "Yes, Madam Shackle. There are so many styles of robes here, and I'm afraid of choosing the wrong one that might not meet the school's regulations." His tone was sincere and possessed the soft, earnest lilt unique to children, making refusal impossible.
Mina's defenses were almost completely melted away. Her previous suspicions now felt like malicious conjecture aimed at an innocent child. She gave a slight smile and said, "That's easy enough. New student robes are usually the most basic style. Come with me, I'll take you to try them on."
"Thank you so much!" Jerry cheered, hopping down from the fitting stool.
Mina led Jerry toward the changing room area. Madam Malkin followed, smiling, and pulled back the curtain for them.
The instant they entered the changing room and the curtain fell, Jerry moved with phantom-like speed. His small hand swept across his pocket, and a tiny pinch of almost invisible, star-dust-like powder appeared on his fingertips.
It was a special powder he had formulated, mixed with a minute amount of Amortentia components. Colorless and odorless, it was rapidly absorbed upon contact with the skin. It wouldn't induce love, but it subtly amplified a person's underlying goodwill and existing subconscious desires toward him.
The powder scattered like dust, and with Jerry's skillful motion, it adhered seamlessly to Mina's skin. The moment the colorless, odorless powder contacted the warmth of Mina's hand, it dissolved instantly, vanishing like snow in warm water.
Mina noticed nothing, but a strange sense of comfort subtly enveloped her. She took a deep breath, finding that the air in the changing room—a mixture of new fabric scent and the faint smell of soap from the boy—seemed especially pleasant.
She looked around. This wasn't her first time at Madam Malkin's, but she never failed to marvel at the ingenious magic of the fitting room. This small space, partitioned by heavy velvet curtains, had been cleverly extended by a Spatial Extension Charm. It was much wider than it appeared from the outside, offering no sense of confinement.
The moonstones embedded in the walls cast a soft, bright glow and could simulate everything from candlelight for a ball, to winter afternoon sunlight, or even moonlight by the Black Lake, allowing customers to check how their robes looked in different lighting. More importantly, it was enchanted with top-tier Silencing Charms; once the curtain was drawn, all external noise was blocked, providing absolute privacy.
Looking at Jerry's innocent face, Mina's last trace of professional Auror vigilance quietly crumbled in this state of absolute privacy and comfort. She smiled gently, with the subtle pride of an adult showing a child something marvelous.
"Every first-time student here gets to see something special," she said, winking, then raised her hand and lightly waved it toward an antique oak wardrobe in the corner of the fitting room.
The wardrobe doors slid open to the sides without a sound. Instead of the expected rows of hanging or folded clothes, there was a soft, golden light, like the dawn.
Then, the most wonderful part occurred. A brand-new, crisply starched white shirt floated gently out of the light, hovering in mid-air. Its collar automatically folded down, and a row of buttons seemed to be manipulated by an invisible hand, snapping themselves shut from bottom to top with a soft, crisp "click."
Next, a gray V-neck sweater floated out, settling softly over the white shirt, the necklines perfectly aligned.
The tie was the most amusing. It slithered out of the golden light like a live snake, twisting deftly in front of Jerry. Its colors rapidly cycled between Gryffindor's scarlet and gold, Hufflepuff's yellow and black, Ravenclaw's blue and bronze, and Slytherin's green and silver, as if showing off all its possibilities. Finally, it settled on a neutral charcoal grey, tying itself into a standard, perfect Windsor knot in mid-air.
Last to emerge was the plain black robe representing a Hogwarts first-year. It floated out slowly, extending its sleeves as if offering a hug, then executed an elegant rotation, folding itself neatly, and hovering by Mina's hand, waiting for its new owner.
Jerry played the part of an eleven-year-old boy flawlessly. He opened his mouth just enough, his eyes shining with genuine astonishment and admiration, completely captivated by the wonders of the magical world.
Seeing his reaction, the warmth in Mina's heart intensified. Her persistent doubts about his identity now completely vanished. This was just a boy, a poor, adorable child full of longing for the magical world. She felt a twinge of guilt for her earlier suspicions.
"All right, little captivated gentleman," her voice carried a hint of affection and teasing she didn't realize was there. "The magic show is over. Now, it's your turn to see if they fit."
Jerry took off his ill-fitting Muggle jacket.
The moment the jacket slipped off, Mina's breath hitched. The sight before her was completely different from the scrawny body she imagined an eleven-year-old boy should have.
The boy's frame was well-proportioned and long, his shoulders already showing the flat contours of an adult man. Through the thin, old T-shirt clinging to his body, she could clearly see the smooth, defined muscle lines of his chest and abdomen. It wasn't the exaggerated bulk of intense training, but an elegant physique full of explosive power, like a cheetah. Immaturity and strength formed a strange, captivating contrast on his body.
However, what made Mina's heart clench was his inner wear—the faded T-shirt with a slightly worn collar, and the old briefs clinging tightly to his legs because they were too small. A wave of intense pity instantly washed over Mina. She suddenly remembered the boy's identity—the son of a deceased Dark Wizard, secretly monitored by the Ministry of Magic.
Her professional defense line, as solid as a fortress, was breached by the pity mixed with the effects of the potion.
"Here, let me help you." A tenderness she hadn't noticed entered Mina's voice. "There are a few steps to putting on this new student uniform. Don't mix them up."
She naturally took the old T-shirt Jerry had removed, picked up the new white shirt, and began fastening the buttons for him herself. When Mina's fingertips occasionally brushed his warm, firm chest, her cheeks flushed slightly.
The critical turning point occurred when she helped Jerry put on the brand-new black trousers. As Mina crouched down to pull up the trousers, she reached deeper to help tuck the shirt in. At that exact moment, her palm unexpectedly made contact with something.
Something... completely beyond her imagination in size.
Her movements instantly froze. Through the thin cotton of the briefs, she could clearly feel a magnificent object, entirely inconsistent with the boy's eleven years, resting quietly between his legs. It was thick, substantial, and full of raw vitality. Even in its relaxed state, it formed a startling, heavy outline. Mina's entire palm was almost filled by its massive volume. Under her fingertips, she felt a scorching warmth and a sensation that was firm yet elastic.
This... this was absolutely not something a boy should possess.
A sudden rush of heat surged from her abdomen, sweeping through her entire body. Mina's cheeks instantly turned crimson, her heart pounding like a drum. Her mind went blank. Instinct told her to snatch her hand back as if burned, but the strange, powerful sensation beneath her palm seemed to possess a magic that kept her rooted.
"Ma'am... what's wrong?" Jerry let out a perfectly timed, muffled gasp of nervous embarrassment, his body trembling slightly.
This sound, full of youthful distress, acted as a catalyst, completely breaking down the last barrier in Mina's heart. Mina looked at the boy's deeply flushed cheeks and helpless eyes. Pity, shock, and a strange, newly awakened, guilt-ridden desire intertwined wildly within her.
"Nothing!" Not only did Mina not withdraw her hand, but as if to confirm, she unconsciously curled her fingers slightly. That clasp made her feel the astonishing size and weight even more clearly.
Mina's breathing grew shallow. She forced herself to look away, but her voice was strained from trying to suppress her emotions. "These... are too old. All clothing on the Hogwarts equipment list should be new. Come on, take these off. Madam Malkin must have spares."
Her reason sounded impeccable, filled with kind intentions for a poor young wizard.
Jerry's face flushed deeper. He lowered his head, his voice barely a whisper: "...Okay."
He obediently turned his back to Mina, fumbling as he peeled off the old, faded briefs. When the last bit of fabric slipped away, the giant object that had been tightly confined was finally, completely, exposed to Mina in the warm air.
It was even thicker and more magnificent than Mina had felt through the fabric. The root, unlike that of a child, already showed signs of awakening from the touch, hanging half-erect between Jerry's legs.
Under the influence of the potion, Mina's throat instantly went dry. A shiver of feminine instinct, mixed with fear and yearning, shot up her spine to her brain.
On an impulse, she reached out. This time, there was no fabric barrier. Her warm fingertip gently touched the fiery-hot tip of the root.
"Mmm..." Jerry's body jerked suddenly, an uncontrollable groan escaping his throat.
Mina took encouragement from his reaction, her boldness increasing. Her palm slowly enveloped the astonishing shaft. The sensation beneath her fingers was hard as iron, and the temperature was alarmingly high.
At that moment, Jerry's sensitive body could no longer endure the strange, intense stimulation. He abruptly thrust his hips, and a hot, sudden stream erupted from the tip, shooting straight forward!
Mina's Auror-level reaction speed was fully evident. She didn't even have time to think; her hand moved instinctively! She curled her fingers, palm up, like a small cup, accurately catching all the surging, thick fluid!
The warm, viscous sensation instantly filled her palm.
"Ah! Ma'am, I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to!" Jerry's panicked, crying shout was jarringly loud in the absolute silence of the changing room. The sound pierced the Silencing Charm and clearly reached the outside.
"Madam Mina? Are you alright in there? What happened?" Madam Malkin's voice immediately called from behind the curtain, accompanied by hurried footsteps, as if she were about to draw the curtain and enter.
Mina's heart leaped to her throat! She stared at the milky-white, thick liquid in her palm, emitting a slightly salty, musky scent. Her mind raced. The fluid was so obvious; she couldn't possibly wipe it away instantly! If Madam Malkin saw a female Auror holding this... the consequences were unthinkable! Her career, her reputation, even the honor of the Shackle family would be ruined in this instant!
Seeing the curtain about to be pulled back, with the light filtering through already visible, Mina made a decision that even she could barely believe—the most insane decision possible.
Without a second of hesitation, she quickly brought her hand to her mouth. Just before the curtain was fully opened, she tipped her head back, closed her eyes, and swallowed every bit of the thick, warm liquid in her palm!
The slightly salty musk and the warm, viscous sensation spread across Mina's tongue. A wave of nausea, mixed with humiliation and absurdity, rushed to her stomach. But at this moment, her mind was exceptionally clear. All her senses were focused on the curtain about to be drawn.
The curtain was pulled back with a "WHOOSH."
Madam Malkin poked half her body in, her face full of concern: "Madam Mina, I thought I heard..."
"It's nothing." Mina cut her off almost instantly. She subtly turned her body, cleverly blocking Madam Malkin's view of Jerry's lower half. She forced a composed smile, though her overly flushed cheeks and slightly rapid breathing betrayed a hint of unnaturalness. "The boy accidentally knocked his knee on the edge of the fitting stool just now; he was startled, that's all." Mina's voice was even, sounding like she was stating a perfectly ordinary minor incident.
Jerry played his part skillfully, too. He immediately sniffled, one hand clutching his knee, the other tightly gripping Mina's robe hem, looking like a pitiful child seeking comfort after a scare.
Madam Malkin, seeing the situation, immediately understood. She looked at Mina with complete trust, showing no suspicion. In her mind, it made perfect sense. Who was Mina Shackle? How could such a renowned young Auror do anything improper to an eleven-year-old child? Her willingness to personally accompany the boy to try on robes was already immense kindness. The boy getting startled and her offering comfort was entirely normal.
"Oh, I see. You must be careful." Madam Malkin relaxed, her tone becoming gentle again. Her eyes fell on Jerry's bare legs, and she remembered the real reason they were there. "My apologies, I forgot. This young man also needs a properly fitting pair of briefs. Madam Mina, please wait, I'll go fetch a few of our most comfortable and breathable Dragon-hide cotton blends for him to choose from."
Smiling, she backed out, pulling the curtain shut behind her.
The suffocating silence returned to the changing room. The external noise was blocked out, leaving only their audible breathing.
The crisis was temporarily averted.
Mina, her back to Jerry, slowly straightened up. She closed her eyes, her throat involuntarily bobbing as she swallowed another fraction of the unique taste of a boy still lingering in her mouth.
What had she just done? She had swallowed a boy's...
The thought hit Mina's soul like a bolt of cold lightning. She abruptly opened her eyes, looking at the boy who was still bowed and slightly trembling. A storm raged inside her. Shame, horror, guilt... and a sliver of pathological excitement she dared not admit.
She forced herself to be calm. She was Mina Shackle, the Ministry's elite Auror. She could handle any emergency.
"Listen!" Her voice was husky but exceptionally steady. "Jerry, what happened just now was... an accident. You're still young, your body is developing. This is a normal physiological reaction; you don't need to be afraid or ashamed." She used the calm tone of explaining magical theory to lightly dismiss the absurd event that could have ruined both their lives as a mere "accident."
Jerry looked up timidly, nodding.
Mina pulled a clean handkerchief from her pocket. She crouched down, her movements slightly stiff, and wiped away the residue clinging to Jerry's thighs. When the handkerchief touched the part that was already starting to soften, but still of a shocking size, her fingertips involuntarily trembled.
Just then, Madam Malkin returned with several brand-new pairs of briefs.
The rest of the process proceeded surprisingly smoothly. Mina, with a near-professional eye, quickly selected the most suitable size for Jerry.
However, things didn't end there.
"Madam!" Mina addressed Madam Malkin, her tone leaving no room for argument. "In addition to this standard uniform, please prepare a set of winter weight robes, a formal dress robe, and two sets of casual robes for daily wear for this young man. I want the finest quality of everything."
Madam Malkin was surprised but, seeing Mina's firm gaze, immediately went to comply.
When a large pile of beautifully packaged clothes was brought to the counter, Jerry quickly pulled out a thin money pouch, intending to pay.
"That's enough, young man." A warm hand pressed down on his money pouch.
It was Mina. "These are all on me." Mina looked at Jerry, her expression complex. "Consider it... a going-away gift from an elder to a promising junior." She didn't know her motive—was it pity, guilt, or some subconscious desire to compensate for her insane act moments ago? Mina only knew she had to do this.
With that, she calmly took out her Galleons and paid the entire bill.
The two emerged from the robe shop laden with bags. As they parted ways at the entrance, Mina gave Jerry a deep look. "Study hard at school, Jerry," she said. "We'll... see each other again."
With that, she turned and quickly vanished into the crowd, her retreating back showing a hint of hurried flight.
Jerry stood rooted to the spot, watching her disappear. The innocent expression on his face gradually faded, replaced by a deep, age-inappropriate smile.
It was then that the cold, familiar system prompt sounded in his mind.
[Ding! Quest Complete!]
[Quest Name: The Actor's Self-Cultivation]
[Quest Objective: In the following interaction, completely dispel the female Auror Captain's suspicions about you, making her believe you are merely a harmless, hero-worshipping ordinary boy. (Achieved)]
[Quest Reward: Family Prestige +10.]
[Penalty: Identity reported to the Ministry's Security Office, officially classified as a high-risk surveillance subject. (Avoided)]
"Did it taste good?"
"Madam Mina!"