HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 314 Merging with the Soul of the Underworld Moon

The sound of the medical wing doors closing completely disappeared into the silence, and moonlight streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled, cold shadows on the bedding.

I leaned against the velvet cushion, my fingertips unconsciously stroking it.

The bite marks and scratches on his body have almost healed under the fusion of bloodlines.

However, under normal circumstances, even after experiencing the most thrilling battle, I shouldn't have fainted so easily given my physical strength, especially since Sirius wasn't using his full strength at the time.

I only had one night of playing with Riddle in bed, plus a practice match with Sirius, how could I possibly faint?

The bronze clock by the bedside emitted a faint ticking sound, mingling with the watchman's chimes from the distant tower.

As my thoughts grew heavier, a soft rustling came from the foot of the bed. I gripped my wand tightly, only to see a dark shadow leap gracefully onto the sheets—a cat's heterochromatic eyes gleamed in the darkness, the left eye like a glass goblet filled with liquid gold, radiating a fiery and majestic light; the right eye like a sealed deep-sea vortex, its indigo shimmering with a cold, eerie light.

"Mingyue?" I asked curiously, wondering if there were any other black cats still awake.

The magical pet, which had been dormant for months, stretched out its silky fur, the silver down at the tip of its tail glistening with night dew. "Long time no see... Ayers..."

His voice trailed off with a sigh-like tremor, which made my hand, which was suspended in mid-air, tremble violently.

The black cat curled up gracefully into a ball of fur, its heterochromatic eyes gleaming as if calculating a complex star map. "Looks like I really did oversleep."

I held it in my arms, the warmth from my palm carrying a familiar, magical tremor.

When I ran my fingertips through the downy hair on its neck, I could clearly feel its muscles tense up instantly.

"I sense you know something," I said in a low voice, "about my fainting spell..."

Suddenly, Mingyue let out a snort that sounded like a cold laugh, and the indigo light in her right eye surged: "This world is rejecting you, Ayers Hall Grindelwald."

His claws unconsciously gripped my sleeve, the runes dancing in his golden eyes growing ever brighter. "Your butterfly wings have completely altered the script—Moirée Elizabeth Warren, who should have died, has had her fate reversed and is now alive and well. Sirius Black and Cedric Diggory have also been rewritten and are still alive, and you yourself have become the key to turning the tide of battle. The threads of the magical world are in complete turmoil, and you are the one who defies fate."

A sudden clap of thunder sounded outside the window, and large raindrops pounded on the stained glass.

The fur around Mingyue shimmered with tiny, flowing light, her golden and blue pupils narrowed slightly, and the tip of her tail impatiently slapped the back of my hand: "You really are reckless. Do you think altering fate is child's play?"

I pulled it even tighter into my arms, my fingertips tracing the shimmering fur on its neck: "Didn't you already know I would do this? Mingyue, you're the one who handed over control of this world to me."

The black cat froze for a moment, then let out a sneer, its body enveloped in swirling black mist.

When the smoke cleared, a black-haired man with heterochromatic eyes leaned lazily against me, his indigo robe trailing on the ground, and a silver chain shaped like a cat's tail wrapped around his waist.

His long, slender fingers lifted my chin, the light in his heterochromatic eyes almost bewitching: "Have you missed me a lot since we last met?"

His warm breath brushed against my ear, his lips brushed against the corner of my mouth, carrying a faint minty scent: "The way to get rid of the world's rejection..." He suddenly bit my earlobe, his palm sliding slowly down my back, "...only by letting our souls completely merge—like in bed, in the most intimate way."

The thunder and rain outside the window seemed to fade into the background noise as his voice, deep and hoarse, "Ayers, do you want to give it a try? The hero who will change fate?"

I grabbed his wrist with my other hand, but he easily pinned me to the bed.

Mingyue's black hair fell down, obscuring our intertwined figures, and a blazing flame burned in her heterochromatic eyes: "Stop struggling. From the moment you took control, our fates have been intertwined."

His kiss landed on my collarbone, with an irresistible force, "Be a good girl and let me teach you... how to survive in this world."

"I don't plan to struggle. I actually like this kind of good thing. It's just that this place isn't very good. I'm afraid this bed isn't very sturdy." Seriously, the marks on my body were just starting to disappear, and now new ones might be added.

I tilted my head back, my fingertips tracing the bulging veins on Mingyue's neck, a soft laugh mingling with the thunder outside the window, exploding in my ears: "Besides, are you sure you want to teach me how to rewrite my fate on this creaky old bed?" Before I finished speaking, his canine teeth had already gently grazed my reddened skin, and as his hot breath swept across my earlobe, the air suddenly shimmered with the blue light unique to data streams.

[Jin: Ding—Son of the host, I have a good place to stay here~ Do you need it?]

Suddenly, a mechanical voice boomed, and the holographic projection solidified into a futuristic blue frame on the tip of our noses.

[Jin: This system provides a private dimensional space with built-in soundproofing, a constant temperature system, and energy replenishment function. Do you wish to activate it?]

Mingyue's heterochromatic eyes, a blend of gold and blue, suddenly contracted. Her slender fingers clenched in mid-air, actually piercing through the virtual screen and grabbing the system icon: "Where did this noisy thing come from?" The system, the sugar daddy who had been grabbed, emitted a shrill electronic voice, and red warnings popped up on the interface: "[Warning! Detected attack by the Lord of the Planes]".

I pressed down on his tense arm, my fingertips touching his rapidly beating pulse: "Don't break it, it's mine."

He raised an eyebrow at the floating blue frame: "Open up the space, and remember to turn the soundproofing up to the maximum."

In the instant the blue light engulfed us, I heard Mingyue chuckle softly in my ear, her voice carrying a seductive undertone: "There are special places to look forward to, and I'm even more excited now."

The moment the blue light, wrapped in a fine electric current, seeped into my skin, I smelled the increasingly intense, cool, fresh woody scent emanating from Mingyue.

In the last second before space collapsed into a vortex, he bit my earlobe, his hot breath mixed with a hoarse whisper: "Don't come crying and begging for mercy later."

A translucent crystal dome floats within the dimensional space, with starlight flowing along its veins, transforming the cloud bed into a flowing galaxy.

Mingyue pinned me against a wall formed of energy, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting my flushed cheeks, her fingertips tracing the lingering teeth marks on my collarbone: "Three days is enough for you to remember who the true ruler is."

When consciousness is fading amidst the entanglement, one can always hear the system's mechanical voice nagging in the distance: [Abnormal energy fluctuation detected] [Energy replenishment automatically initiated] [Soundproof barrier strength increased to MAX].

Until dawn on the third day, I lay sprawled on the soft cloud bed, watching Mingyue slowly button up her shirt, a satisfied smile playing in her golden and blue eyes.

The moment the dimensional space vanished, the morning light of the real world made me squint.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar soft touch in my arms. Looking down, I saw the black cat that Mingyue had transformed into, with its round eyes that were both gold and blue. Its tail was wrapped around my wrist affectionately.

[Gold: Ding—Having had physical contact with the target, Mingyue, you are rewarded with 2 experience points and a soul fusion mark.]

[Gold: Ding—Activating a new nickname for the target character, Mingyue: Lover]

"How about a more interesting place next time?" the black cat suddenly said, patting my cheek with its paw pad.

I pinched its fluffy nape, looked out the window at the still gloomy sky, and chuckled, "You wish! Next time I'll be on top, and you can stay on the bottom."

"It's not impossible."

The black cat's golden and blue pupils suddenly shrank to vertical slits, and it let out a meaningful gurgling sound.

It deftly broke free from my hand, transformed into a human form, and leaned against the window. Its golden-blue heterochromatic eyes reflected the churning dark clouds. It picked up a strand of my hair with its fingertip and twirled it between its fingers: "So Ayers has such ambitions?" Its deep voice carried a seductive tone. As its warm breath swept past my ear, a thunderclap boomed outside the window, shaking down the rain that had accumulated on the eaves.

I pinned him against the cold glass, feeling his heart pounding violently in his chest: "Don't think you can take the initiative by acting like a kitten and being affectionate."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and turned the situation around. Spiderweb-like frost patterns appeared on the glass window behind us. "If you want to win against the master of fate..." He leaned down and bit my lip with a punitive force. "You're still far from it."

I chuckled softly, pressed my fingertips against his hand that was on my waist, and gently pushed him away.

The rain outside the window intensified, with large raindrops pounding against the glass, creating a striking contrast with the turbulent emotions surging in his eyes.

His heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, flickered in and out of the shadows. He leaned against the glass window covered with frost patterns, his slender fingers slowly and methodically straightening his disheveled collar, a half-smile playing on his lips.

“Speak, Mingyue.” I crossed my arms and looked at him. “Are you planning to continue following me as my pet this time, or do you have other plans? You were asleep for several years before you woke up. I can’t keep taking you around while you’re asleep every time.”

He suddenly moved closer, his icy fingertips lifting my chin, a dangerous glint in his heterochromatic eyes: "What? You can't bear to see me asleep?"

Seeing that I turned my face away without answering, he chuckled softly, his warm breath brushing against my ear. "Ayers, you're far more greedy than you think. You want to control your destiny, yet you also want to keep its master by your side..."

Before he could finish speaking, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed outside the window, illuminating his profile in a flickering light.

He paused, his voice unusually serious: "But this time, I want to be by your side in a different way—for example, as a soulmate."

"Soulmate?" I raised an eyebrow. "You've been by my side for so long, you must know that I have more than one partner than you?"

He summoned a ball of eerie blue flame, which condensed into the lines of a contract in his palm: "I don't care how many partners you have in total. I only want to be your one and only soulmate. And you can take responsibility for rewriting your destiny in the open, while I clear away obstacles for you in the shadows." His gaze swept over the faint marks on my collarbone, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "How about it? Having such a powerful assistant like me? Aren't you happy?"

I stared at the flames dancing in his palm, then suddenly reached out and placed my hand on the back of his hand: "Deal. But let me make this clear from the start: if you disappear without a trace, I'll give that position to the next, more obedient one."

A flicker of surprise crossed Mingyue's eyes, which quickly transformed into a broad smile. He grasped my hand in return, imprinting the contract onto my wrist: "Then I'll wait and see. How could anyone possibly be better than me?"

The rain outside the window had stopped sometime ago, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on our clasped hands and casting an ambiguous halo over this secret transaction.

The morning light slanted through the stained glass of the medical wing, casting dappled patterns of light onto the snow-white sheets.

Madam Pomfrey swept her silver wand across my healed wounds one last time. As the hum of the spell faded, she finally removed her half-moon spectacles: "All your wounds have healed quite well, but if there's a next time, I'd appreciate it if you could exercise some restraint, Ayers."

Then she glanced meaningfully at the black cat curled up in a ball around my neck. The tips of Mingyue's erect ears trembled slightly, and her golden-blue heterochromatic eyes blinked slyly among the fluffy fur.

The moment you push open the carved wooden door, a breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants rushes towards you.

Familiar voices came from the end of the corridor. Harry looked as if he were shrouded in darkness. Hermione was holding a stack of thick books and standing on tiptoe to look out. Ron was holding a pumpkin pie and was being attacked by Fred and George.

Draco leaned against a stone pillar, looking disdainfully at the Gryffindor group, while Theodore was engrossed in a thick book.

"Senior Ayers, you've finally decided to come out?" Draco raised an eyebrow, the tip of his wand lightly touching the black cat around my neck, but Mingyue nimbly dodged it, patting his hand with her paw. "Eh~ Senior, your cat has finally woken up. Wasn't it sleeping the whole time?"

“Oh yeah~ Ayers, your cat has finally woken up.” George suddenly poked his head out from the crowd, the retractable ear in his hand dangling above everyone’s heads. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen a cat that can sleep so much. I thought it would never wake up.” Before he could finish speaking, Fred covered his mouth, and the way the two brothers were winking at each other made Hermione cough lightly.

Just as I was about to speak, a glimpse of a black robe flashed past the corner at the end of the corridor. Mingyue's tail swayed, then it darted down my shoulder to the ground, where it sat gracefully.

Following its gaze, everyone saw Professor Snape's robes sweeping around the corner, the dark green potion steam still lingering in the air, while at the other end of the corridor, Sirius Black, wearing sunglasses, leaned against the broom cabinet, the licorice wand in his mouth swaying gently with a whistle.

"It seems our dean is a bit busy." I smiled and bent down to pick up Mingyue, my fingertips tracing his back, but I touched the crumpled paper hidden on the back of his neck.

Unfolding the yellowed parchment, Snape's scribbled handwriting, mixed with the smell of potions, wafted out: "Make sure your cat is settled before you come over tonight."

I stroked the dark green ink stains spreading on the parchment, and a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips.

Sirius strolled over, whistling, his sunglasses sliding down to the tip of his nose, revealing his gray eyes: "Ayers, your headmaster is all bark and no bite, but he's been busy with his hands—a vitality potion has been simmering in the cauldron for a week, and the whole dungeon smells of it."