Succubus ch.15

Harry attended the class, which ended normally. When the lessons were over, and he had nothing else to do, instead of going straight home or to the Gryffindor common room, he decided to take a walk around the campus because it was too early to go back home.

He strolled around, observing students participating in their club activities or spending time with friends. Harry felt out of place, but he kept walking normally.

"It's so boring, isn't it?" Emi said in a bored tone.

"Yeah, but unlike you, I'm used to it," Harry chuckled.

Harry continued to wander and observe everything happening around him.

"Well, my life in hell wasn't fun either, so I'm used to it too," Emi giggled.

"Really? You were a queen, so I don't think it was that bad," Harry began to say before he was interrupted by a Quidditch bludger flying towards him from the sky, but it wasn't moving fast. Harry easily stopped it with his hand, and soon, a gigantic-looking man approached him. He had fair skin, brown hair, and blue eyes. His appearance was average, but his physique was out of this world. His arms were as thick as oak trees, and his shoulders were as wide as mountains.

He was known as Cedric, the leader of the Hufflepuff Quidditch club. Cedric was popular due to his breathtaking physique. He was tall, and his body was large and muscular, making him look like a bodybuilder in his white Quidditch jersey.

"Hey, buddy. Sorry, we're playing on the open field, and the ball accidentally flew in your direction. Can you pass me the ball?" Cedric asked with an apologetic tone and extended his gigantic hand forward to receive the ball from Harry.
Harry didn't personally know Cedric and had never spoken to him before, but Cedric made a good first impression on him. He sounded and looked like a genuine, nice guy, and Harry had no reason not to give him the ball.

"Yeah, sure," Harry was about to hand him the ball but quickly changed his mind. He looked at the Quidditch hoop on the outdoor training field where Cedric and his team were playing. Harry grabbed the ball with both hands, brought his feet together, bent his knees, then suddenly executed a high jump and threw the ball toward the low-hanging hoop!

Everyone around was watching the ball closely; some chuckled in disbelief, while others had serious expressions. But none of them expected the ball to go through the hoop without even touching the post.

Everyone was stunned by Harry's perfect shot. Harry himself was also surprised by how accurate his shot was, but he remained expressionless, as if he knew it would go in without a doubt.

"How did you do that? Do you play Quidditch?" Cedric exclaimed in amazement. The distance between Harry and the hoop was enormous, and Harry's shooting position looked almost perfect, so Cedric was convinced that Harry was a Quidditch player.

"No, I've never played Quidditch before," Harry replied calmly. He had never played Quidditch before because he wasn't interested in sports, and most popular sports required teams. Harry, with his extraordinary eyes, had never even had the chance to participate in such games, let alone be chosen.

"What?! That's impossible! There's no way you could hit so perfectly from that distance if you've never played Quidditch before!" Cedric exclaimed even more loudly, and the people around nodded in agreement.

"I just got lucky, man," Harry pushed Cedric aside, turned, and started to walk away. Many people had gathered around them, and he didn't want to cause a commotion just because of one throw.

Harry began to walk away but was stopped by Cedric. He stepped up behind Harry and grabbed his arm, but Cedric didn't use any force.

"Sorry for the trouble, but can you play with us now? We have a game going on, and we'd like you to join us," Cedric said calmly. He was no longer surprised; instead, he was determined to learn more about Harry and how good he was.
"I'm sorry, but I'm tired now, I'll join next time," Harry said apologetically. He was genuinely exhausted; he had been with Daphne and Erin one after the other and had ejaculated six times in less than two hours, so he was quite tired and not up for any physical exertion. Seeing Harry's apologetic expression, Cedric didn't want to bother him any longer.

"Alright, let's play next time," Cedric said with a wide smile. Cedric was someone who had loved Quidditch since childhood and had an absolute obsession with it, so he quickly became interested in Harry.

"My name is Cedric, and I hope we can play soon," Cedric introduced himself, extending his hand to shake Harry's. Cedric was determined to see how good Harry was at Quidditch; he was entirely convinced that such a perfect shot couldn't be just luck.

"I'm Harry, looking forward to it," Harry wasn't sure if Cedric had heard of him before, but nevertheless, he introduced himself and shook his hand.

"Wow... his hand is massive," Harry thought to himself when Cedric's hand wrapped around his own. "Nice to meet you, Harry," Cedric said with a smile after they shook hands.

"Likewise," Harry smiled and began to walk away from him and all the people who were watching them, as if they were observing animals in a zoo.

A zoo.

"He seemed like a nice guy," Emi said in Harry's mind.

"Yes, he seemed like a nice guy despite his massive body, which makes him look like a gangster," Harry replied to Emi telepathically.

"You should befriend him since you have no friends. It's a chance for you to change your dull life," Emi said. Even though she had asked Harry for help, she also wanted to help him change his miserable life.

"I don't need friends, but maybe I'll change my mind after the game," Harry said and walked on, looking at the orange clouds. The sun had already set, leaving behind a beautiful view.

"Really? I thought you were just lying to get out of there. I never thought you seriously considered playing with him," Emi said in a surprised tone.

"Of course, I was serious; I don't make false promises," Harry replied calmly, ignoring her skepticism.

Harry continued walking; he was finally heading home, but something caught his attention. Someone was on the rooftop of a building, standing dangerously on the ledge. He couldn't see who it was because the sun was setting, and he was far away from them. It looked like the silhouette of a person.

"It seems like someone wants to commit suicide," Emi said in an uneasy tone.

Someone was standing on the edge of the rooftop wall, about to jump. Harry was surprised, but before he could react, the person's silhouette disappeared.
"Great, it looks like they changed their mind," Emi said in a calm tone, trying to reassure Harry because she felt his heart pounding like crazy.

"I hope so. Maybe we just misunderstood their intentions," Harry replied, calming down a bit. He was surprised by the sight of the person standing dangerously on the rooftop wall as if they were about to jump. However, he felt a slight relief when they climbed back onto the roof and disappeared from his view.

But Harry was still worried that they might come back, so he walked over and sat on a nearby bench facing the same building, not taking his eyes off the rooftop.

"Don't you think you should go up to the roof and check instead of sitting here?" Emi asked, sounding puzzled.

"Firstly, I don't know if that person was attempting suicide or not, and I'd come across as weird if I went up there and started asking them strange questions. Secondly, the last thing a person with suicidal tendencies would want to do is talk to a stranger. I don't know too many people on this campus, and I doubt I know them. Lastly, if that person was attempting suicide but changed their mind, they're likely going through a serious emotional time now, and I shouldn't interfere," Harry explained, his expression unwavering as he kept his gaze on the rooftop.

"You're right, but sitting here won't change anything, and what if they come back and jump? I don't think you'd make it there in time," Emi added.

"Yes, that could happen, but suicide isn't something easy to do, even if they were to return to the rooftop, I doubt they'd jump right away. It takes some time to think it through properly before doing it," Harry reasoned, responding to Emi's questions.

"Wow, you're more knowledgeable than I thought. It seems like you know a lot about suicide. Do you know someone who attempted or committed suicide?" Emi asked with interest after fully understanding why Harry sat helplessly on the bench instead of heading directly to the roof to check.

"Not exactly... It's me... I've attempted suicide a few times in the past," Harry hesitated before revealing to Emi about his past suicide attempts.

He hesitated whether to tell her such a thing but knew she could tell if he was lying or not, so he chose to admit it rather than ignore her question or lie to her.

"Oh, now I understand. I'm sorry for asking such unnecessary questions," Emi apologized and didn't want to probe further unless Harry decided to share more.

She didn't know that Harry had attempted suicide in the past until now, but she could tell why Harry had attempted suicide.

Harry sat on the wooden bench on campus for about 10 minutes, just staring at the same spot where the person had dangerously stood. Eventually, he stood up.

Although he looked fine on the outside, Harry was worried and troubled. Suicide wasn't something he could ignore, even for an introvert like him.
"It seems fine now, as you said," Emi said in a concerned tone, as if she were worried just like Harry.

But Harry could sense that Emi didn't actually care and wasn't concerned about other people, even if they were contemplating suicide. It was quite understandable since Emi was a succubus living in hell, so naturally, she lacked any compassion or concern for humans.

"Yes, it looks fine now," Harry replied in a calm voice. Seeing that no one returned to the rooftop after a few minutes, he thought he might have misunderstood, and no one had actually tried to commit suicide. So, he began to walk away.

"You really care about others, don't you?" Emi chuckled, as if Harry were showing the same level of care as if his lover had tried to jump.

"No, I can't say that. I'm not a heartless person, as you might think, but it's just a normal reaction any regular human would have. I wouldn't be bothered by it if I weren't the only one who noticed," Harry dismissed Emi's statement.

Speaking of which, you're right; it seems you're the only one who saw it," Emi said, and Harry nodded in response.

Harry walked slowly and left the campus, heading home since he had nothing else to do.

"Are you going home already? You should have more fun like a normal young adult. Your life is so boring," Emi remarked in a bored tone.

Harry ignored Emi's comment and continued walking until he reached a convenient store and went inside. It was a new convenience store that had recently opened. He entered, and the store was empty, devoid of customers.

He was the only one lingering there. He picked up the items he wanted from the shelves and then approached the cashier to pay for his things and leave.

"Harry was greeted by a beautiful woman who appeared to be in her thirties, but her beauty rivaled that of young girls in their twenties.