I'm in Hogwarts, what the hell is the Honghuang system?

Chapter 65 Voldemort: Teach him some Defense Against the Dark Arts!
Rhine almost choked when he heard Harry's request.

His heart also skipped a beat.

Oh no, is Harry going to follow the British gentleman's path?
If Dumbledore knew about this, would he come and cause trouble for me?

Wait, Dumbledore himself doesn't seem to be clean either?

That’s okay!

Just thinking about the possibility that Harry might become a cross-dresser made Rhine feel a little uncomfortable.

Hogwarts is so beautiful, but the style of the painting is wrong!
"Harry, it's still a long time before Potions class. Is this unnecessary?"

"you……"

"Are you addicted to cross-dressing?"

Harry was also startled, his face flushed and he started coughing violently.

"How can it be!"

"Rhine, what are you thinking about!"

Under Rhine's suspicious gaze, Harry carefully took out an old photo.

In the photo, a girl with the same eyes as Harry was smiling, with a shiny Head Boy badge pinned to her chest.

Harry held the photo in his hands as if he were looking at some treasure.

"This was found by Seamus when he was cleaning the trophy display room. Rhine, this is a photo of my mother when she was in school. She was the student union president back then, a position even higher than that of a prefect!"

In the photo, Lily Evans smiled gently at Harry and winked.

Harry took off his glasses and wiped away his tears with his sleeve to prevent them from dripping onto the photo.

He looked at Rhine pleadingly.

"Rhine, after putting on makeup and looking in the mirror, I feel like I'm closer to my mother."

"It's like she never left me."

"Don't worry, I only need you to help me with my makeup for a week at most."

Rhine breathed a sigh of relief.

"A week? That's no problem."

It's just women's clothing for a week, it's nothing.

Harry the Savior hasn't grown crooked yet.

Until the next moment, Harry nodded excitedly.

"After a week, I'm sure I'll be able to put on makeup myself."

"I borrowed several makeup books from senior girls!"

Rhine stroked his forehead, stunned and speechless.

Gan!
Happy early!

Stunned. This was also Professor McGonagall's reaction when she saw Harry in the Transfiguration class the next day.

For a moment, her memory was confused and she thought it was Lily who came back to life.

But soon, Professor McGonagall reacted and her face turned pale.

Merlin, this is Harry Potter!
How could he develop such a strange habit at such a young age?

If this is not corrected in time, how can I be worthy of the dead Lily and James?

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall called Harry righteously.

"Harry Potter, what is the matter with your appearance?"

"When did I ever allow students to wear makeup in my class?"

"Go take your makeup off!"

Harry blinked, his watery green eyes flickering.

"But Professor, you didn't say makeup is not allowed."

"Besides, a lot of my makeup and clothes use Transfiguration. Aren't you the one who encourages people to put their knowledge into practice?"

Professor McGonagall frowned, and then heard Harry whisper something again.

"Besides, Professor, I'm just wearing makeup. I'm still a species after all."

"What image did you appear in during your first class?"

The next second, Professor McGonagall's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Harry Potter!" "Class is about to start, hurry up and find a seat!"

After Harry sat down, Professor McGonagall felt a pang of guilt.

Lily, James, I'm sorry.

Harry has caught me with something that is difficult to talk about. I can't correct him, so I'd better let other professors think of a solution.

Because she was so concerned about this matter, Professor McGonagall was stunned several times during the class.

But to her surprise, the Gryffindor wizards' Transfiguration skills had improved significantly compared to the previous class.

Although it was far from comparable to a top student like Hermione, not to mention a freak like Rhine, even Neville could make the matches undergo some changes, which was beyond Professor McGonagall's expectations.

What she didn't expect was that Harley had made the most progress among everyone.

His Transfiguration skills were closest to Hermione's of all people.

It was also obvious that he put more effort into his homework than other young wizards.

Obviously, in order to fight for the right to dress as a woman in class, Harry not only studied makeup, but also made thorough preparations in his studies, and would never give professors the opportunity to prohibit him from dressing as a woman on the grounds that it would affect his studies.

By the time the bell rang, Professor McGonagall was still helpless against Harry.

She could only sigh helplessly in her heart, hoping that other professors could guide Harry back to the "right path".

But Harry didn't encounter any difficulties in the subsequent Herbology and History of Magic.

Professor Binns of History of Magic has been a ghost for so many years that he has become numb to the strange-looking students.

Not to mention wearing women's clothing, he has even seen people coming to class completely naked.

What's more, when he first started teaching, the wizards' attire was much more abstract than it is now.

At that time, it was standard for wizards to wear white stockings and high heels!
Harry's "retro" style even caused Professor Binns to react in a rare move, and he gave Gryffindor an unprecedented point.

As for Professor Sprout, the Herbology professor, she just smiled and praised Harley's beautiful women's clothing.

There was still a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

Lily Evans was a potion genius back then. Professor Sprout often met her in the greenhouse, and they even discussed herbology and potions.

Harry now is like Lily coming back to life.

Professor Sprout, who has always been thoughtful and gentle, can understand Harry's feelings to some extent.

So, she also said nothing.

At the end of the day, Harry herself didn't expect how smoothly it went.

"I thought Gryffindor would lose a ton of points today!"

"There's only one class left now. What's it?"

Rhine said softly.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Harry smiled.

"Professor Quirrell stammered and shrank, and certainly didn't look like he was going to say anything about student attire."

"Besides, he's got that weird big scarf on and he smells like garlic."

"He will understand me."

Rhine twitched the corners of his mouth, his expression extremely strange.

To be honest, he found it hard to imagine Voldemort's mental state when he saw Harry coming to class.

In fact, when Rhine, Harry and the others walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell and Voldemort who possessed him were indeed in turmoil.

Since last Friday, he has seen Harry Potter in women's clothing twice.

"What's wrong with Hogwarts education?"

"Old Bee, how on earth do you manage to be a principal?"

"He's a good savior, he's only been here for a week, and you've turned him into what he is?!"

The intolerable Voldemort roared in Quirrell's mind.

"I've had enough!"

"Quirrel, stop telling those silly witch and vampire stories and show me your real skills."

"Hurry up and teach Harry Potter some Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

(End of this chapter)