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After spending another day in the pocket world, Andros woke early the next morning. He roused Tom, and before anyone else in the dorm stirred, the one-week-old man slipped quietly out of Hogwarts without alerting a single soul.

After years of wandering the castle with Tom, Andros probably knew Hogwarts better than most of its students ever would.

"Tom... is it finally my turn?" Jeanne’s voice was timid but filled with urgency. The Maid of Orléans was clearly eager to be revived.

"Mm... it’s time." Tom nodded. Then, without wasting time, he entered the pocket world and began the same revival ritual.

With last time’s experience behind him, everything went much more smoothly this time, and the process was flawless.

It was just the result... that had a bit of a twist.

When Andros was revived, he appeared as a young man, even a little handsome at first. But his appearance quickly began shifting toward his true soul form, changing almost as if a year passed in a single day. By the time he left, he had essentially returned to his original appearance.

Jeanne, however...

After her revival, she had taken on the appearance of a mature woman in her late twenties, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

"Milord..."

The village girl from Orléans spoke in a soft, syrupy voice. Paired with those wide, adoring eyes, she was unbearably cute. And for some reason, her voluptuous figure didn’t feel out of place, but instead made her even more alluring.

Tom couldn’t help himself. He reached out and pulled Jeanne into his arms.

"Jeanne, how does your body feel?"

She blinked several times before reacting, then slowly straightened up, lifting her head from his chest and leaning back against his shoulder.

Then—

"Hehe, Tom, do you like how I look like this?"

No need to guess. It was clearly Jalter taking over.

"I do. Of course I do."

Tom pinched her cheek lightly. "But why make yourself this big? Is there something wrong?"

Compared to Andros, Jeanne was... special.

After all, she had a split personality—and not just any split, but one so complete it affected her very soul. It was only natural for Tom to worry something had gone wrong.

Fortunately, neither Jeanne nor Jalter felt anything off. If anything, the distinction between them was growing clearer, like two separate people sharing a single body.

"No problem at all. I feel great."

Jalter sounded a bit strained, similar to how Andros had been just after his revival. Her body and soul weren’t fully in sync yet. And yes, this current form was something she’d deliberately chosen.

After being with Tom for so long, she understood his tastes better than anyone. That was why she’d picked this "older sister" style—to make him cling to her.

And judging by his reaction...

A very successful choice.

"If it gets too troublesome, I could just separate the two of you," Tom said, gently squeezing her cheek again. "I’m honestly worried you might end up fighting each other someday. So why not each of you have your own body?"

"No way." Jalter shook her head immediately. "Splitting up would be such a hassle. Let that country bumpkin handle daily life. If we separate, I’d have to walk on my own, eat on my own, study on my own... way too tiring."

Tom’s lips twitched.

What surprised him even more was that when Jeanne took over again a little later, she also showed resistance to the idea of separating.

"Sometimes... I’m too soft," Jeanne said quietly. "It’s good to have her around. She helps me be less indecisive. In the future, I won’t let my personality get in the way of your tasks."

Her voice was still gentle, but she didn’t dare meet Tom’s eyes.

Beyond the reasons she stated, there was something else she didn’t say out loud—

Jalter’s courage.

If not for her decisiveness, Jeanne might still be an unnoticed nobody, never drawing much attention at all.

If they split apart now... then sooner or later, Jalter would probably snatch Tom away completely. And Jeanne herself? Her place in all this would shrink to almost nothing.

"...Alright. As long as you’ve thought it through." Tom didn’t push the issue. Then he immediately used a spell Morgan had taught him, one that utilized the fairy bloodline to manipulate his age.

"Ah~" Ignoring Jeanne’s startled cry, the adult version of Tom lifted her straight into the air.

Right now, Jeanne was simply too alluring.

Her soft, delicate face contrasted with the mature, full-figured body of an adult—it was enough to stir a strong, almost overwhelming desire in him.

So whether it was Jeanne’s soft, slightly aggrieved look as she let him do as he pleased, or Jalter’s disdainful glare like she was looking at trash, both only made Tom enjoy himself more.

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Over the next few days, Tom would always head into the pocket world after classes to keep Jeanne company.

Officially, it was to help her recover faster.

In reality... it was mostly for his own pleasure.

Life was good. Tom genuinely wished every day could be like this. But then Jalter suddenly used the same age-control spell, shrinking herself down into a seven-year-old.

Tom, who had definitely been up to no good, froze on the spot. He quickly glanced around, worried someone might see them like this. If that ever got out, he could already imagine the new middle name he’d be saddled with: Tom Epstein Riddle.

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The next day, when Ariana entered the pocket world to visit Jeanne, she found her in her baby form.

"Ahhh~ Jeanne, you’re so cute." Ariana clung to her excitedly. She didn’t even bother going to watch the weekend Quidditch anymore.

But Today’s game was truly exciting—Uagadou versus Ilvermorny. And while cheering for their own teams, the students on both sides didn’t forget to "greet" each other’s mothers. A few hundred voices somehow managed to sound like thousands, turning the entire stadium into a chaotic roar.

Sitting among the Ilvermorny crowd, Cassandra had zero interest in the match. The constant shouting only made her more irritated.

She had already signed the contract, swallowing her pride to become the young lady’s subordinate. And yet, ever since then, Daphne had acted like nothing happened, never once mentioning helping her.

Worse, she hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Tom these past few days.

Cassandra finally snapped. She shoved her way through the crowd and headed straight for the Slytherin stands, determined to get an explanation from Daphne.

"Oh, my bad. I totally forgot about that."

Daphne smacked her forehead, looking genuinely apologetic. Lately, she’d been busy figuring out how to rope Ginny into their circle, and Cassandra had slipped her mind.

"Come on."

Daphne beckoned to Cassandra, then grabbed Astoria as well. The three of them left the Quidditch pitch and found a quiet spot, where Daphne finally laid out her plan.

"This is going to need Astoria’s help too."

The white-haired girl blinked, pointing at herself. "Me?"

Not only was her sister planning to humiliate herself... she was dragging her along for it too?

"Of course." Daphne nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Tom’s been checking your health every night lately. You spend the most time with him, so you’re the perfect person to help."

Cassandra fell silent.

She’d already known about this, but hearing it come straight out of Daphne’s mouth still felt like something off.

What kind of mess was this family?

Cassandra glanced over at Astoria.

Was it too late to switch sides and back her instead?

After all, they were both Greengrasses. Better to keep things in the family, right?

But once Daphne finished explaining her plan, both Astoria and Cassandra were left completely speechless, staring at her like she’d just suggested something utterly insane.

Was this really something a normal person could come up with?

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