Read the spells

Should he read them? I mean, no other spell ever had to be read to be understood right? But then again, this spell would forever change his cock, wouldn't it be best if he read them? Sighing, he began to read each spell, one by one. Luckily, the grandis and vegrandis spells were simple and didn't have any instructions or warnings, the other two however.

"Tempus stamine, this spell will make your cock go through all it's life stages, whenever you wish for it to stop, you must simply cast the finite incatatium spell, but be very careful, as this spell, once done, cannot be altered in any way shape or form"

"Porrigo, this spell will mold your cock as if it was made out of rubber, it will first shrink down to 0.1 inches, before growing and growing and growing, it will be stopped once the user castes the finite incatatium charm, but be very careful, as this spell is irreversible, the size you end the spell in, will be the size of your cock for the rest of your life."

Well... Thank Merlin he read them then. Taking the pages, Ron quickly made his way towards the Prefects bathroom. He opened the library door as quietly and little as he could, as long as he could slide through the gap, he would be okay; he managed to slip his head through the gap, looking in both directions before leaving the library, careful to not let the cloak shift and reveal his feet or calf. He managed to sneak through the darkened hallways, past the ghosts and through hidden passageways, he had a close call when he squeezed himself to the wall to make sure nothing of Filch could graze him, not even his cloak; Mrs Norris stared at him for a few seconds before walking away back to Filch. Ron continued to make his way towards the Prefects bathroom, whispering the password before dashing inside, closing the door behind him, finally feeling like he was able to relax and contemplate.

He dropped the pages on top of the cloak, and began to rid himself off his clothes, wishing to witness everything happening to his cock as it grew and finally became something not worth hiding. He stood in front of the mirror, the pages floating in front of him as he stuck them to it with a spell. He stared at his naked body, his pape skin covered in freckles, the light chub of his thighs, the thin of his waist and the very very slight chub of his chest; his dick hang limply, with very little hair and tight balls, due to the cold. His shaft did at least hang, but Ron wanted it to hang lower, perhaps to a third of his thigh, maybe even a quarter.