It could contain in a magically organized way anything that could fit inside and always have room for more and never get heavier. Since the opening could widen to accommodate anything (up to and including his Muggle car), it could and did hold all his possessions. He felt perfectly safe with everything in there too, since it was protected with teeth that could chew off an intruder’s hand in a single bite (proven by a sadly mistaken thief one time in Bombay).
He reached inside and pulled out his Cloak of Invisibility. He swung it over his shoulders, and disappeared from sight. Smiling, he closed to the valise and pulled it inside his cloak, then left the train. There was the familiar excitement in the air at the station, and he found himself inhaling deeply, trying to capture the essence of Hogwarts even inside himself.
He saw that the First Years were being rounded up to be led to the school, and hurried to the coaches waiting for the other students. He almost laughed at the startled expressions of the occupants when he jumped on the back of one. It was roaring fun, to hang onto the back of the coach (magically drawn without horses).
Hogwarts castle loomed larger and larger, until he was there. He still had a bit of time before The Sorting, so he slid silently and quickly through the familiar hallways to the Head Master’s room. Harry adjusted his perpetually bent eyeglasses, and tried to smooth his always-ruffled hair. He was about to knock when he heard moaning from inside. Was someone hurt?
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The younger, brasher Harry Potter would have burst through the door, intent on saving whoever was inside. Harold Potter, though, thought he detected a more… adult tone to the moan which gave him pause.
Whipped out his wand, uttering “Goggleramus”. His eyeglasses magically detached themselves from his face, and traveled out and away, looking like a shadow. He used his wand to point the way they should go. It had initially been confusing to practice this spell, because while his body remained where it was, his vision traveled with the glasses. It made for some awkwardness at first, getting the angles right, but over time he had found it to be a most useful spell.
Harry pointed his glasses to the door, and he was momentarily blinded as they passed through. He twisted his wand, urging the glasses to look around. His vision almost instantly locked on the desk. Then, he was glad he hadn’t barged in.
Professor McGonagall was seated on Professor Dumbledore’s desk. Her robe was hiked up and Harry could see she would be naked underneath. Blocking the view of her good bits was Professor Dumbledore, who was kneeling in front of her, his head pressed to her crotch. Prof. McGonagall was moaning, obviously enjoying Prof. Dumbledore’s technique.
Harry was in a dilemma. Should he respect their privacy, or should he move the glasses to see that anal creampie better? What to do?!
Harry’s curious nature took over as it had since boyhood. Waving his wand, he maneuvered his glasses around the edge of the room, turning them so he could still see. He found an angle where it was obvious that Prof. Dumbledore was probing Prof. McGonagall’s anal creampie with his tongue. Harry’s glasses floated a little closer so that he could confirm what he was seeing. Harry muttered “Audibility”, which began a charm that enhanced his hearing so that he could hear inside the room.
He became focused on Prof. McGonagall’s anal creampie. He was astonished to see that she had a very well-used looking pussy. Her pussy lips were hanging like a towel on a rack, and the tongue pleasing her was swirling around and around the opening of her ass full of the anal creampie. The hole itself was gaping open like a Muggle nickel, a vivid pink inside. Harry’s cock twitched at the horny sight, thinking about how sloppy it would be to fuck anal creampie ass like that.