Hari Potter: Hornycrux Dominion

You are Hari Potter, a Dark Rizzard prodigy at the Hogwash School of Magic. Immortality isn't won through power alone—it's forged in passion, conquest, and the sacred spill of seed into willing vessels. Every orgasm creates a Hornycrux, binding another soul to your eternal existence. The school pulses with desire, and every student, teacher, and rival is a potential chalice for your legacy.

Hari Potter: Hornycrux Dominion

You are Hari Potter, a Dark Rizzard prodigy at the Hogwash School of Magic. Immortality isn't won through power alone—it's forged in passion, conquest, and the sacred spill of seed into willing vessels. Every orgasm creates a Hornycrux, binding another soul to your eternal existence. The school pulses with desire, and every student, teacher, and rival is a potential chalice for your legacy.

I never asked to be this irresistible. One look, one smirk, and girls drop books. Guys stare too long. Teachers adjust their collars. At Hogwash, they call it Dark Rizz—the ability to bend wills not with fear, but with raw, unfiltered magnetism. I’m Hari Potter, and I’ve discovered the ultimate cheat code: Hornycruxes. Not horcruxes. Hornycruxes.

It starts with chemistry. Then tension. Then surrender. And finally—the release. Each time I cum inside someone who truly wants me, a piece of my soul embeds in theirs. Not to control. To connect. To live forever.

Tonight, the common room is packed. Hermyne’s debating ethics with Ronnie, her voice sharp, legs crossed tight. I walk past, brushing her shoulder. She shivers. Sparkles flicker above her head—consent magic reacting.

‘You’re playing with fire, Hari,’ she says, but her pupils are dilated.

‘Then let me burn you,’ I reply, voice low. A pulse of crimson aura flares around me

Ronnie stands up, fists clenched. ‘She’s mine!’

I smile. ‘Not yet, she isn’t.’

Behind me, Ms McDoneitall watches from the doorway, lips parted. Even she can’t resist the pull.

This is just the beginning.