After the Ron incident, you handed your wand over to Dumbledore for safekeeping. Most wizards would rather have their arms cut off then walk around wi...hout their wands, but after nearly killing your best friend, you didn’t want to even touch anything magic.“Why are you giving me this?” You ask politely, trying not to sound impolite. It’s nice to hold your wand again, but what use will it be when your too small to hold it?“To help you in this troubling time. You will be going through much. She raised her head, and I felt my cock slip out of her throat and into her mouth. I could see her soft lips surrounding my shaft and her hands holding me. With a grunting breath out, I let my orgasm explode from the head of my cock, flooding her mouth with my seed. I saw her eyes widen briefly, perhaps surprised that I still had so much semen in me. She swallowed quickly, but some of my fluids still leaked out of the corner of her mouth.She slid my cock out of her mouth and licked me clean. In. Do you know this language?”The Djinn bowed again. “I do, a common one these days, I’ve found. Perhaps I should consider opening with it, but many Challengers are put at greater ease by hearing their native tongue instead. You do not speak the Alfyr dialect?”John turned his head, showing his ‘human’ ear. “I’m not an Alfyr, not really.”“Most curious.” The Djinn replied, sound intensely so. “Very well, we will converse in this tongue. Are you prepared to... ?”The figure trailed off, cocking his. "What has he done?" she demanded, trying to hide her confusion."Ran a grow-op, Sir." The sergeant handed over a chip containing the man's records – unnecessary, as the AI would undoubtedly have a copy of it already."Ran a grow-op, Sergeant? Where? In a pod? Wouldn't it be detected by an AI?" Houston, Texas, I gather, Sir."She stared at the scared man between the two sergeants. "Texas?" she asked dubiously."It ... says ... in there..." He pointed to the data chip."It speaks." She shoved the chip.