HELLO MY NAME IS HARRY POTTER, PRECOCIOUS YOUTH AND SUAVE SPELL-SLINGER. WHILE STUDYING AT HOGWARTS I HAVE MANAGED TO VIOLATE THE VELVETY VULVAE OF EVERY FUCKABLE FEMALE THERE WITH MY POTENT PHOENIX-FEATHERED WANG-WAND OF WONDER. SO FAR THE ONLY WOMAN TO ESCAPE THE DEPREDATIONS OF MY DEATH-DEFYING DIRK DIGGLER WAS THE PRUDISH PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL... UNTIL NOW. I SURPRISED HER AS SHE LEFT HER CLASS OF CHILDLIKE CUNT-CARRIAGES AND WITHOUT A WORD RIPPED MY RED-CAPPED REAR-RAPER FROM THE CONFINES OF MY TIGHT TROUSERS. INTENT ON EVADING THE ECSTASY SO IMMINENT BEFORE HER THE MENOPAUSING MAGUS CHANTED A CANTRIP AND SHIFTED SHAPE. LAUGHING AT HER FUTILE ATTEMPT AT FOILING MY FUCK-FORGING FLESH-PILLAR, I SHOUTED, "A CAT IS FINE TOO!" AND PLUNGED MY PENILE PILLAR OF POTENCY INTO THE PUSSY. SHE ONLY HAD TIME TO BEGIN TO YOWL BEFORE THE EXPLOSION OF MAGICAL MAN-ESSENCE FROM MY MEATY MAYPOLE TORE ASUNDER THE CONFINES OF HER CAT CARCASS AND SPLATTERED HER REMAINS ALL OVER HOGWARTS.
THEY ARE STILL LOOKING FOR HER HAT. I GUARANTEE IT.