In general, the teenagers, anticipating an incomprehensible "surprise," carried out my instructions quite quickly, and I, as the senior in the group, also asked embarrassing questions, such as whether they had washed well, whether they were wearing clean underwear, whether there were no holes in their socks, and so on.
In short, he was having fun, not overstepping certain bounds, of course. While the boys were in the bathrooms (there were three, one per room), I had time to explain to the Aurors where I was taking them.
Tonks looked at me with wide eyes, and the men, while approving the decision, didn't understand my motives, so I had to explain. On my fingers, especially since there was time.
Tonks was obviously embarrassed and outraged, but as I explained, her complexion and hair color evened out to "normal," and in the end, as the boys were leaving, she quietly admitted that the tradition was a good one. Of course it was good, it was practiced almost all over the world for a reason, but only in Britain had things gone wrong in recent years.
The men went to accompany us, which was logical, leaving Nymphadora in the room of the suffering Weasley, moaning "I'm dying". As we walked down the wide street of the shopping district, the teenagers turned their heads and looked at me often, trying to guess the surprise.
But when we reached the quieter streets where the wizards lived, the boys froze, and at one point Neville blushed brightly, even with his ears, and gave me a leering look, but he didn't dare say what he thought. We came to a simple two-story house, of which there were many, and this one was no different from the others.
Neville could barely move his feet, but the grinning Aurors pushed him forward. At the sound of the bell, the door was opened by a pleasant young woman in her early twenties, though women of thirty or thirty-five actually worked in such places. Looking very homely, the friendly and smiling blonde invited us all in, into a cozy living room.
— Do you gentlemen have an appointment?
— Yes, we do. The order is under Sora's name. Is everything ready?
— Oh! — the witch smiled charmingly, making even the Aurors stand up. — Madame Louise's house prides itself on its reputation, and we certainly have everything ready. However, — the blonde gave the Aurors a questioning look. — The assignment was for three inexperienced young men...
— One of them is sick, so please just look after these boys, — I placed my hands on the shoulders of the red Neville and the uncomprehending Harry. — The gentlemen will wait here until the first hour is over and accompany the boys from now on.
— Oh! — the blonde girl's eyes widened and her face, as strange as it sounded, became innocently serious. — It's all clear! I'll call Rosa and Martha now, expect.... — and disappeared behind one of the many doors.
By the way, yes, there is a serious expansion of space inside the house, so there are a lot more rooms than you would think from the outside. The Aurors sat down on the couches, the boys standing until two women, who looked just as young, came out. But only a knowledgeable man would immediately notice the difference between the figure of a twenty-year-old girl just entering her "prime" and a grown woman with an adult figure.
Gently embracing the boys, the "teachers" led them upstairs. It's a good tradition, but still necessary — to familiarize a teenager with the issue of sex in practice, but not with a random one-year-old, with whom the guy will do stupid things, get phobias for life, and be squeezed in bed with his wife to the point of impossibility.
Usually a teenage heir is taken by his father or grandfather to an experienced prostitute, and the woman, thoroughly vetted, carefully teaches the guy everything he needs to know, so that later, with his wife, they both enjoy pleasure, not duty.
Why did I decide to do it? Who else? I remember how Harry behaved with girls in the movie, how he "chose" his wife, and I just feel sorry for him. He and Neville both grew up without fathers, acquired a lot of complexes, were shy, and I'm just sure that neither the good grandfather Dumbledore, nor Augusta, nor Arthur (as one of the adult men in Potter's entourage) noticed this or at least didn't want to tell the boys about it (although maybe not everything is like that with Neville), because not every first experience is successful, rather the opposite.
Maybe after these lessons the boys will loosen up a bit, become more confident, because I have plans for them as future leaders, and they should not be wimps because of their status.
— Now I'll talk to the Aurors. — If any of them start to resist or anything, give them these. — I hand them two vials, which immediately disappear into one of the men's wide sleeves. — Until the "teachers" say the lesson is over, the boys must learn. Is that clear?
— How much clearer could it be? — replied one of them, but all three of them smiled.
— Okay, I'm counting on you. I'll meet you at the hotel tonight.
With that, I leave this abode of knowledge, well, and pleasure, yes. And just in case, well, dangerous in the sense of dangerous, the group will be followed by wolf spirits. They certainly won't be distracted from spending their travel money during working hours.