Chapter 25. Poor pure blood lady.

"Merlin, she was a whore!" Altair said as he climbed into an empty chariot pulled by the Thestrals, visible to his eyes.

Madame Rosmerta was an insatiable slut. He didn't know if he should add her to his coven. He was sure she wouldn't look for any other men from now on, but her sex drive could keep her fucking for hours. 'System skills are necessary for women like that'. Fucking for hours on end with one woman may seem incredible, and it is. But when you have to satisfy many women it is counterproductive.

"Status," he murmurs.

[Status]

Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black)

Race: Human-Demon Hybrid.

Title: Lustful. Mediocre Mage.

Profession: Mage.

Mana (UL): 1,980

Life: 100%

[Physical]

Intelligence: 18 (+: 6,400)

Wisdom: 10 (+: 3,200)

Soul: 50 (+: 100)

Altair took the ass and vagina of the pub owner.

"State, what the hell is that?" A sudden voice startled him. The carriage was not as empty as he thought.

A young woman with black hair cut in a bob style. Her skin was slightly tanned. Her features were beautiful with the only flaw being the circles under her eyes.

"It's the situation in which something or someone finds themselves. It's also a word used to refer to the division of countries into autonomous territories. It's a word with many other meanings. I never really believed you were an idiot enough not to know the word, Parkinson," the boy had nothing good to say about the woman in front of him. She was a follower of Draco, but she wasn't important enough for his cousin. She wasn't Altair's priority conquest.

"I didn't mean that! Why the hell do you mumble it?" she asked. 'Because I'm stupid,' he replied to himself. He wasn't too worried about anyone hearing him mutter a word out of context. "Besides, who's a whore?"

"Your mother," he wasn't lying. She was one of the women Rosmerta slept with. Altair realized that he didn't know the full name of the person he had just fucked.

"Maybe she is," she muttered with hatred. Altair raised an eyebrow at that.

"That is not the behavior of a proper pureblood lady," he said primly.

"I don't want to be a fucking lady anymore!" she yelled at him.

"A whore lady, then?" Her tantrums amused him.

"Maybe I'll become one," she didn't even take the joke.

"Did you get engaged to Crabbe?" he asked curiously. Just because she's not very relevant doesn't mean he doesn't want her if the opportunity comes.

"To Goyle," she said, murmuring, small tears appeared in her eyes.

"Congratulations!" he said with a smile. She looked at him with empty eyes. "What do you say, Bella? I think they make a good couple," he asked the cat on his shoulders. She simply purred in agreement. "Marriages usually happen between the ages of eighteen and twenty, when will yours be?" he teased.

"Never!" the girl snapped. Altair felt a little sympathy. He decided to reform her with a few good shags.

"What will you do then? The truth is that prostitutes in the wizarding world are practically non-existent and unless you want to sleep with muggles," she looked at him in horror.

"I don't plan to prispitute myself," she said, somewhat confused. "Whatever that means."

"'Prostitute myself' would be the correct way to said it. Prostitution is the activity in which a person provides sexual services for money," she frowned at this. Prostitution did not exist in the wizarding world. It was foolish to expect the girl to know about the activity. "Muggles do it."

"How degrading and vulgar. Typical of those dirty-blooded pigs," she bit her thumb while thinking. "Would you do that? Pay for sex?"

"Do you need money?" he asked her. She gave him an unpleasant look but remained silent. "Do you want me to fuck you and pay you for it?" he asked her.

"No, you idiot! What would your little blonde whore say?" she mocked him.

"I'll pay you 50 galleons if you lick the floor of the carriage," he said. Lavender was offended by that slut, couldn't people just focus on him?

"Fuck off!" The girl got out of the carriage as soon as it stopped.

'She ran away from home and came to Hogwarts... Merlin! I wish I could have seen her face when they told her she was going to marry that piece of shit,' he got out of the carriage calmly, his black cat still on his shoulders. He put her in his coat. It would be better if she stayed away from McGonagall. Sirius didn't seem to mind, he believed she was innocent to a greater extent.

Sirius Black and James Potter stopped being friends after Harry's death. James wasn't even invited to his wedding.

Altair entered Hogwarts under the unpleasant and watchful gaze of the overseer, Walder Frey.

Or was it Filch? Flich? He never bothered to learn his name. The man was so unpleasant that he couldn't even feel sorry for him for being a squib. The caretaker was a relentless bully to Altair. The man, a hypocrite through and through, called him a "squib". He never missed an opportunity to remind him of his low magical power.

He wasn't worth his time. He walked to the office where he gave his permission pass. He didn't want to generate bad faith with such a kind soul. Professor Flitwick asked about the cat and seemed nostalgic when he heard her name.

Altair walked through the castle to the seventh floor. The room of necessities opened for him. He used his wand to send a Calloportus.

The spell worked perfectly!

Altair recited all the spells he knew. His magic felt happier when he cast it. It was spent more slowly and the effect seemed greater.

He soon finished the second-year spells. He didn't feel tired at all, so he continued with the third-year ones. He had memorized all of them, he thought that if he was bad at the practical part he should excel in the theoretical part. He knew all the spells in the school program up to his owls.

He managed most of the spells on the first try. Some took him two or three tries though because he couldn't completely memorize the books like Granger and he skipped some parts.

He reached the middle of the program and began to feel tired. His magic was a little below the second-year average.

Altair dropped to the ground. He held the wand in his hand reverently. He wondered if it was a bad wand after all.

"I'm not that bad," he whispered before bursting into laughter of happiness.

Bella observed everything from afar with soft and happy crazy eyes. She had a manic glow if you looked at her closely.