Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 77 Harry in Women's Clothing
Mr. Porter:

We received a report that you cast a hover spell at your residence at 5:12 this evening.

As you know, underage witches and wizards are not allowed to perform magic outside the school, and if you do so again, you may be expelled from the school (Ordinance for the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Witches, 1875, Section 3).

Also remember that according to Section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, any magical activity that might attract the attention of non-magical members of the world (Muggles) is a serious offense.

Have a nice summer!
Mafalda Hopkirk
Ministry of Magic Prohibition of Misuse of Magic
When Damon woke Harry up, he saw a letter like this and a sickly Harry - he looked like he was deeply hurt.

"Well, I think this is a misunderstanding. It's obvious that it was the house-elf Dobby who cast the spell at that time, not you."

Damon thought for a while whether to write a letter to Amelia to explain the situation, but finally gave up - the matter was actually not a big deal at the moment, until Harry was warned by the Ministry of Magic for the third time after casting a spell, the matter became serious and even led Harry directly to the Wizengamot Court.

Although this time, Harry was indeed wronged - the one who cast the spell was the house-elf Dobby, and the design of the trace thread was obviously problematic. It could only detect traces of spells within a certain range, but could not locate an individual.

Ultimately, Harry received a warning in vain.

This incident also reminded Damon once again that no matter how incompetent and foolish the Ministry of Magic was, it still had an official background and it was very easy to cause trouble for others. This made him want to take control of the Ministry of Magic even more.

But to Harry, Damon's trust seemed far more important than the Ministry of Magic's warning.

He immediately recovered his spirits - it was just a warning after all, nothing had happened yet, right?
"Where are we going now?"

As he walked out of the manor and got into the car, Harry had forgotten all his worries - what else could he be dissatisfied with?

He wouldn't have to live at the Dursleys' house next summer vacation! As long as this was enough, he would be willing to wander the streets with Damon!

"I've already made arrangements in advance. Now we're going directly to Ron's house. By the way, your luggage is in the back of the car. My secretary brought it from the Dursleys' for you. Can you see if you've missed anything?"

Harry turned his head and saw his books and tools, and said happily:
"Great, then I can finish my homework at Ron's house! Damon-"

Harry was almost overwhelmed by Damon's attentiveness - it would be great if he could do something in return.

"Oh—it looks like you're eager to give me something in return?"

"You—how do you know—I would do it if I could!"

Harry clenched his fists tightly in front of his chest, as if to express his determination!
"Very well, do you mind if we take a short detour?"

"Wha-what do you mean."

Harry didn't expect that Damon could actually use him?

Then he began to look forward to it - really - he would be willing to give his life for Damon now!
If Damon could use him, that would be great! He would do it with all his might.

"Da-Damon?"

Harry's determination lasted until the Mercedes stopped in front of a photo studio.

"Lend me your mother's photo album."

".What do you want that for?"

Harry grew increasingly uneasy.

He saw Damon pull out one of the sheets and gently wipe it. The smiling expression of his mother on it froze and would not change again. "I just covered it with a layer of restraint. I will remove it when I am done. Don't worry."

Harry nodded, looked at the tall and magnificent gate in front of him, and followed Damon timidly.

As soon as he pushed open the door, the rich aroma of coffee mixed with pleasant incense rushed into his nostrils. Harry lowered his head and looked around. He saw that the walls were decorated with beautifully framed photos, and he could hear warm welcomes in his ears.

"Mr. White, you are so punctual."

"Okay, enough small talk. I'm in a hurry. Show me your professionalism."

Harry saw Damon handing his mother's photo to a silver-haired lady in a business suit. The other person's temperament reminded Harry of Professor McGonagall, equally elegant, but with a smile like a spring breeze.

"Don't worry, everything is ready!"

Before Harry could say anything, he was led into a spacious and bright dressing room.

Professional shadowless lights illuminated the room like daylight. Fashion magazine posters covered the walls. A makeup artist, carrying a fragrant scent, stood behind him, quickly applying various eyebrow powders to his face. "Please don't move."

A clear and pleasant voice rang in his ears. Harry collected his thoughts and his body tensed like a piece of wood.

His eyebrows became lighter and thinner, his skin became several shades whiter, his lips were painted with orange lipstick, and his entire facial features became softer.

Harry kept his eyes tightly closed during this process until he felt his hair being tangled in some kind of restraint. He subconsciously opened his eyes and almost screamed - why was the person in the mirror a girl?!
"Don't move, don't move. It will be done soon. This is the last step."

The makeup artist gently comforted him, and an assistant beside him brought an orange wig and put it on his head. Harry's nose buzzed, and the pleasant smell of perfume went straight into his nose, but it was not pungent at all.

"Okay, it's done~"

They clapped their hands and gently "pushed" Harry up. Harry saw that they took out all kinds of dresses, school uniforms, and even worn-out workers' clothes. Harry finally couldn't help but screaming in horror!

"Damon! Damon! Help me!"

His brain couldn't comprehend it all! What on earth was going on?
"Oh—the last step?"

Damon walked into the dressing room and saw Harry, who looked even more girly than a girl. He laughed and clapped his hands. "Not bad, not bad! Harry, you're such a beauty! If you were a girl, I would definitely date you!"

"This is not a question of whether to have a relationship or not!"

Harry pushed away the beautiful sister who was unbuttoning his shirt and shouted at Damon:
"What are they going to do to me? What are you going to do to me? You're going to make me wear women's clothes?! Is this what you call thank you?"

"Yes, Harry, I hope you can wear women's clothes and take some photos. That would be the best reward for me."

"This is ridiculous! Damon, why!"

Harry complained, but stopped struggling with his hands - if this was what Damon wanted, although he didn't understand, he would accept it.

Of course! Just this once!
Harry wore a blue floral dress that looked like something his grandmother would wear, but Damon clapped his hands as if he had seen some miracle.

“Crack, crack, crack, crack!”

The sound of shutter clicks echoed in the air like dense drumbeats.

The photographer was a middle-aged man with a beard. The Hasselblad camera in his hand was quite expensive. The lens moved back and forth on Harry, looking for the best angle.

“Pay attention to your body language, smile naturally, and imagine you’re in the good old days.”

Harry forced a smile, the light in his eyes gradually fading.

'Yeah, yeah, yeah, just imagine you and our Half-Blood Prince strolling through the fields, he'll be absolutely fascinated by you, man!'

After the long filming, Harry was exhausted both physically and mentally. He slumped on the leather sofa, like a lost fish who had lost his dream.

"Dude, think about it from another perspective. You're going to see more pictures of your mom in the future."

Damon threw a few samples at Harry's chest. He picked them up in a daze, a little distracted.

He seems to look - really like his mother, especially his eyes - no, it must be because of the magical makeup!

"It looks very similar, doesn't it? Once they finish the post-processing, the effect will be so realistic that it will be indistinguishable from the real thing."

Damon looked at the thousands of negatives in the computer and nodded with satisfaction - he could use magic to process them later, and when these photos were combined together, they would become a vivid, moving Lily.

Professor Snape, this gift will definitely give you an unexpected surprise!

"Okay man, cheer up and change your clothes. We should go to Ron's house."

The thought of going to Ron's house made Harry regain his spirits - fortunately, Damon didn't intend to let him go to Ron's house dressed as a woman.

Otherwise, he would really refuse!
Harry stumbled after Damon, not forgetting to put the negatives carefully into his own photo album - that was his mother, not me.

He said to himself.

(End of this chapter)