Chapter 199: Penelope Clearwater’s True Nature

From the moment Harry Potter first enrolled at Hogwarts, Penelope Clearwater was already the female prefect of Ravenclaw. It seemed that Ravenclaw only ever had female prefects—probably because the house had far more girls than boys, so the boys hardly had anything to do.

She was wise, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful, yet in the original movie adaptation, she only appeared briefly as a background character.

Originally, she was supposed to become Percy's girlfriend in their second year. At the time, Percy was one year older than her.

In the original book, Ginny once mentioned that she had walked in on the two of them kissing in an empty classroom. Percy had even spent an entire summer vacation holed up at home writing her letters. He must have really loved her, but that love was intercepted by Regulus Black.

In some fanfiction, she was reportedly captured by Umbridge's Muggle-Born Registration Commission, sent to Azkaban, and died there.

It's possible she was Muggle-born—or at least a half-blood. Hermione had once said she was a half-blood.

Regulus Black lay in bed thinking about these things. They were secrets buried deep in his heart—thoughts he could never reveal to anyone.

"What are you thinking about? Let me guess—Hermione? Cho Chang? That Pansy girl? Or maybe Daphne?"

Penelope Clearwater had just experienced an intensely pleasurable encounter with Regulus Black. The two of them had been in her home, going from the bathroom to the bed, and back to the bathroom again. Now they lay under a thin blanket, resting.

There was no way Regulus Black would answer such a trap of a question. And it wasn't the kind of question one could answer casually—one wrong move could damage their intimacy. But for Regulus, this was also a problem he couldn't avoid. Even though answering was simple, if he couldn't handle questions like this, how could he ever manage a harem?

"I think you're the one missing them. I know how things are in Ravenclaw. Maybe you're just not used to being the one in the weaker position—unlike today?"

Naturally, a conversation like that usually called for a physical follow-up. But Penelope Clearwater was already completely exhausted—even her bath earlier had required Regulus Black's help to finish.

"When I was in Ravenclaw, I was always careful about appearances. I was a prefect, after all—I had to maintain my status."

Penelope hurried to explain. She might have the grace of a lily, but she wasn't sure if her lover would accept that side of her.

More importantly, she didn't want to leave a bad impression on Regulus Black.

"Alright, then let me ask you another question. Are you this sensitive only with me—or with the other girls too?"

As he spoke, Regulus Black ran his fingers along Penelope Clearwater's full, firm chest—like drawing runes, each movement deliberate, rhythmic, and meaningful, from her collarbone down to just below her navel.

Her body, which had only just calmed down, flushed once more with the trail of his touch. Her pale skin blushed under his fingers like a crimson serpent coiled upon her, glowing with radiant red light when his hand finally lifted away.

"Regulus! As long as I have you in my heart, that's enough."

Just moments ago, under her lover's touch, Penelope Clearwater had once again ascended to the heights of bliss, gazing out over the vast, freeing sky.

"Do you regret joining the Black family?"

Earlier, Regulus Black had been etching a magical contract—a spell that could change one's identity. It was a modified version of a spell he had learned from the vampire community in the wizarding world. These vampires, unable to bear children, would create offspring by exchanging blood, and then transfer those offspring to other vampire families through contracts. These contracts ensured loyalty and made it so that vampires could sense a member's family by instinct.

"I don't regret it. It's just... this feeling is strange. Like I've become part of your family—or even your blood relative."

The thought suddenly occurred to Penelope Clearwater: didn't that kind of make their relationship feel like brother and sister?

"In theory, you're just my descendant. It only creates a sense of closeness. It doesn't actually change blood relations."

Regulus Black had never stopped searching for a way to have children. If it couldn't be found in wizarding texts, he would look to other races. Civilized species weren't limited to humans—vampires and werewolves were once humans too.

Even after their transformation to extend their lives, these beings carried on the remnants of human civilization, evolving into their own humanoid cultures. Their magic was a valuable reference.

"But this brother-sister dynamic... does it excite you even more?"

Feeling her strength return a little, Penelope Clearwater actually reached out once again for Regulus Black's wand.

"Penelope! Your hands are beautiful."

Regulus looked at the wand below that she was polishing. He gently cupped her face. The wand was slick, as though oiled, and her hands moved smoothly over it, enhancing the effect.

"Why are you bringing up my hands? I thought you preferred things wet. Or... is dry rubbing better?"

She blinked, puzzled by her lover's words. After all, she had lovingly tended to his wand several times today without complaint!

"You've already had a long day. Let's just talk for a while."

Regulus Black lifted Penello Krivatra into his arms, only for her to take advantage of the moment and straddle him. She slid her freshly maintained wand back into its sheath, then lay down on Regulus Black's chest, listening to the heartbeat of the man she loved.

"Go on, I'm listening."

Regulus Black could only feel a bit helpless in the face of Penello Krivatra's little schemes. Listening to a heartbeat to detect lies? That was hardly scientific. Fortunately, what he was about to say had nothing to do with lies.

"Do you remember the explanation I gave last year to you girls about innate magic?"

He pulled the thin blanket up to wrap them both a bit more snugly.

"You mean innate magic? I tried it afterward, you know! But it didn't work—nothing happened. I couldn't even figure out how to begin."

Back when he explained innate magic, it all sounded so lofty and profound. But when she actually tried to practice it, the experience didn't even match the excitement of getting a new wand, let alone reproducing any magical effect or achieving any kind of enhancement afterward.

"Do you remember the design you showed me back then? The ring of overlapping arms, as if reaching out from the darkness, intertwining and turning endlessly. From afar, it looked like the pattern of a pupil, but up close, it seemed like the entrance to hell."

Regulus Black raised his finger and traced the image in the air with silver lines.

Penello Krivatra propped herself up, folding her arms across her chest to conceal her jade-like curves.

"That's exactly the image. But ever since you mentioned innate magic, I haven't been able to reproduce that magical effect. And honestly, I never felt that the design was as surreal as you described."

"The fact that you don't feel anything—that's precisely because this is your innate magic. It's the one you're most proficient at, the easiest to use, the most natural to control, and the least taxing in terms of magical energy. Have you ever heard of the term 'Hand of God' in religious mythology?"

Regulus Black began channeling his magic. Since the two of them were in a deep state of connection, his magic easily slipped into Penello Krivatra's body.

The intrusion of another's magic triggered a powerful reaction from her own. Her magic stirred violently, and a dangerous sense of magical backlash arose—like she was on the verge of a misfire.

But out of her absolute trust in Regulus Black, Penello Krivatra carefully guided her own magic to align with his.

She once again found herself in that consciousness space atop the towering peak, looking out over the vast sky. The feeling of utter serenity and freedom made her feel too relaxed to move.

But this time was different. The sky shattered, and an overwhelming sense of crisis came crashing down in an instant.

"I don't want this!"

By instinct, Penello Krivatra stretched out her right hand, trying to mend the sky. Something she had never paid attention to before—an area beneath the mountaintop that had always escaped her notice—suddenly erupted with translucent arms, like geysers from the earth. These arms surged up, lifting the shattered fragments of the sky and pushing them back into place. Once the pieces were returned, they fused together like glue sealing cracks.

The sky had broken swiftly but was restored just as quickly. In the blink of an eye, it looked as pristine as before, radiating the same calming aura.

Yet from this experience, Penello Krivatra realized something new had appeared in her consciousness space—a ring composed entirely of right hands, quietly turning in the sky.

As her awareness returned to her body, she felt something different about her right eye.

She rushed to the bathroom, and in the mirror, she saw that her right pupil had been replaced by that ring of right hands.

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