Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

For every bottle of deluxe shampoo you sell, you will receive 12 Galleons.

Based on my and Joker's predictions, your shampoo has sold over 1200 units in the first month, generating approximately 11000 Galleons in revenue.

I'm reporting this great news to you. It's not just a sales success, but a success for Gilderoy Lockhart as a whole. Please forgive me for reinvesting some of the profits into production without my consent. I simply hope that more people can use Gilderoy Lockhart's mid-range hair care line and that more people will become aware of the Gilderoy Lockhart brand.

Now that the hair conditioner has been successfully developed, unfortunately, I haven't been able to reduce the cost of the hair conditioner much. The cost of materials and labor for each bottle of hair conditioner is 35 Gallons.

The chairman of Joker Potions expressed satisfaction with our collaboration on shampoo. After discussing with the chairman for a long time, they finally agreed not to charge extra labor costs, but to help us with production at a price of 32 gallons per pint.

If Professor Lockhart agrees, Joker Potions will fund the construction of the second Potions Workshop ahead of schedule, but it will require an initial investment of 20000 Galleons, or the early transfer of 30% of the profits for the next year.

Professor Lockhart, please make a decision as soon as possible. Your loyal student: Jimmy Blaine.

Whew!

Jimmy wrote his final cursive signature and let out a long breath. It was another exhilarating... collaboration!

Although the material cost of the hair conditioner is less than 10 Gallons, who would refuse such a good hair conditioner?

Professor Lockhart certainly couldn't refuse, and neither could the mature witches!

Watching the owl fly into the morning sky is not just about being a messenger, but also a symbol of the rise of Blaine's potions. The owl soaring towards the rising sun symbolizes a bright future!

A few days later, Lucius sent a reply, along with the ingredients for brewing Niangniquan (a type of spring water). Jimmy wanted to brew a large quantity of Niangniquan in advance so that he would have exclusive goods on the shelves once the shop opened.

The day before Christmas, Luna's father's reply arrived. He agreed to publish Jimmy's article in The Quibbler, but some revisions were required.

The revised manuscript was attached to the letter. After reading it, Jimmy agreed. The article didn't have many revisions; it just made the more explicit expressions more subtle so that Rita Skeeter wouldn't have any leverage over it.

Jimmy sent a reply agreeing to the article, which was published weekly in a special Christmas issue a week later.

This Christmas, Jimmy once again gave out a large number of gifts to build good relationships with all the students.

He stayed at school for Christmas this year, intending to brew as much Niangniquan (a type of medicinal spring water) as possible during the week-long holiday.

The Weasleys also stayed at school. Last semester at Christmas, Ron's parents went to Romania to see Charlie, and this year they are going to Türkiye to see their eldest son, Bill Weasley.

Hermione, seeing that Jimmy hadn't gone home, decided to stay as well.

Students returning home came and went at the main entrance of the auditorium, saying their final goodbyes to their friends.

Neville and Draco were both going home. Jimmy had a little tug-of-war with Neville at the door, and then Draco came over.

Draco looked like he'd lost his parents. He didn't want to go home at all, but he'd stayed at school last Christmas, which his family objected to.

"Ugh, I won't be able to stay at school for a week. My dad insists I go home." Draco felt terrible and could only confide in his most trusted friend. "I don't want to go back. Every Christmas, Dad throws a party at home, and people there talk about—bloodlines, and they laugh at Muggles..."

Draco, now conditioned to seduce, speaks of "bloodline" with a disdain that is completely different from when he first entered the university as a freshman.

Is Harry's charm really that powerful?

Jimmy's expression was one of utter disgust. Remembering his earlier attempt to persuade Draco to correct his hobby, he pushed Draco's back and led him to a secluded corner. "Draco, I don't know what you're thinking, but you really can't keep hanging around Harry all the time. You're a man, and he's a man too."

"I don't understand what you're saying..." Draco looked very confused, as if he really didn't understand, but his eyes were flashing around in panic.

Seeing that he was stubborn, Jimmy simply said, "Harry will need to get married and start a family sooner or later. You know how Ginny feels about Harry. If you really want what's best for Harry, you shouldn't stop them from being together."

Draco opened his mouth to cover up his misunderstanding, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"What? You can't tell..." Jimmy stopped mid-sentence, looking at Draco's flushed face, his mouth slowly closing, his eyes growing increasingly terrified, and he even slightly distanced himself from Draco.

An eerie silence fell over this corner of the castle, until Draco finally broke it, "The train's about to leave, I have to get on!"

Jimmy's expression was complicated; he didn't know if Draco had truly inherited the English tradition as he thought.

But the wizarding world always has some special cases: Dumbledore and Grindelwald, Hagrid's father and a seven- or eight-meter-tall female giant, Jacob and his ex-boyfriend...

“Sigh…” Jimmy didn’t know what to say. He took out the half-empty bottle of Mother’s Drowning Spring from his pocket and slapped it into Draco’s hand. “You know what this is. There’s not enough here for you to become a woman permanently, but if you’ve thought it through, come find me.”

clap clap!

Jimmy patted Draco hard on the shoulder twice. "A small dose can be reversed after a period of time, but a dose of more than 50 grams at once will result in permanent gender reassignment."

Draco's body was trembling. He looked at the pink crystal bottle in his hand, his eyes widening as he looked back and forth between the bottle and Jimmy's face. In the end, he didn't refuse, and turned to leave the school with the bottle in his hand.

It's awesome!

You actually accepted it!

Jimmy returned to the Great Hall in a daze and said to Hermione, who was sitting with her back to the fireplace, "Hermione, don't you think wizards have very unconventional ways of thinking?"

Chapter 138 Metamorphosis

"Draco? What are you spacing out for?"

Inside the shuddering carriage of the steam locomotive, a rough female voice snapped Draco out of his reverie. He looked up, put away the half-empty bottle of Mother's Drowning from his pocket, and replied dismissively, "Nothing, Pansy."

Pansy Parkinson stared at Draco suspiciously, her small eyes on her broad face glancing down at Draco's lower face, revealing large expanses of white. "What were you holding in your hand just now?"

"It's nothing." Draco instinctively reached into his pocket, the hard, warm bottle pressing against his thigh, making it hard for him to ignore the potion's presence. He said irritably, "This has nothing to do with you."

Seeing Draco's somewhat agitated reaction, Pansy pursed her lips and said, "I was just asking. If you don't want to tell me, that's fine too."

If it weren't for the fact that the Malfoy family had recently found a lucrative business that was making them incredibly wealthy, and that her father hadn't instructed her to cultivate a good relationship with Draco, she wouldn't want to talk to him at all.

He spends all his time hanging out with those mudbloods; he hardly looks like a pureblood anymore!

Draco awkwardly got up, opened the car door, and walked out. "I'm going to the restroom."

Crabbe and Goyle, who were busy eating snacks and giggling in the carriage, nodded with smiles. Their father also asked them to continue to maintain a good relationship with Draco.

This carriage was where Slytherins congregated. Outside the aisle, Slytherins were chatting, leaning against the carriage wall. When they saw Draco, they all gave him different looks.

Mockery, contempt, disgust, ridicule, indifference...

Draco wouldn't have paid any attention to these looks when he was in school, but today, as he walked past them, the whispers around him felt like needles pricking his ears.

These people were mostly speaking in hushed tones, barely audible, like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, but to his ears, those tiny, fragmented sounds were like thunder and lightning.

Forced to walk this distance, Draco was surprised to find a flushed man and woman emerging from the train's restroom. Draco immediately turned away in disgust and headed for a restroom further away.

However, the next carriage was where the Gryffindors gathered, and Draco received a completely different treatment than in the Slytherin carriage. Some people who knew him took the initiative to greet him in a friendly manner.

Draco responded to them skillfully, which actually made him feel less uncomfortable. He went into the bathroom to think.

Slytherin students are like outsiders at Hogwarts, with an air of superiority, unaware that they are the minority and their power accounts for only a quarter of the total at Hogwarts.

After his mental victory, Draco felt refreshed and didn't feel so bad when he went back.

When the train stopped at the station, old Malfoy didn't come to pick him up; instead, his mother, Narcissa, did.

It seemed to be because of that potion that Draco suddenly realized his mother was very beautiful—this was unambiguous, referring solely to her physical appearance.

He thought, if he were a girl, he would definitely be as beautiful as his mother, right?

“Draco.” Narcissa loved her son, that was beyond question, and she took Draco’s hand as usual.

"Where's Dad?"

"He's in a shop in Diagon Alley."

After leaving the station, Narcissa intended to Apparate directly back to Malfoy Manor, but Draco surprisingly offered a different idea.

"Mom... I have something I want to tell you. Can I go for a bit?"

After mentally preparing himself, Draco boldly looked at Narcissa. He wanted to drink the potion and experience what it was like to be a woman at home first.

If his father, Lucius, were standing in front of him, he certainly wouldn't dare to say it, but since it's his gentle mother, he can.

Narcissa didn't disappoint Draco. She led him out of the station and said, "Say what you want to say."

It was very difficult for Draco to talk about being transgender. He thought his mother wouldn't refuse, but the shame in his heart made it very difficult for him to speak up.

Fortunately, Narcissa had plenty of patience; she continued to wait and even squeezed the hand she was holding tightly.

Draco found it hard to say, but he really wanted to experience that feeling, just to experience it, nothing more. He didn't have the kind of thoughts Jimmy was thinking.

After several attempts to speak failed him, Draco finally broke free from Narcissa's grasp, took a pink crystal bottle from his pocket, and stammered, "Mom...Mom, I...I want to try...this potion."

After he finished speaking, he looked as if he had just survived a life-or-death ordeal; his face was pale and his legs were weak.

Narcissa looked at the potion that gleamed with an ominous light, her smile slowly fading, and she asked seriously, "Draco, what kind of potion is that in your hand?"

Faced with his mother's questioning, Draco's body began to tremble slightly, but his words flowed much more smoothly, "This is... a potion Jimmy gave me, a potion that can turn a man into a woman. I don't want to become a woman completely; as long as I don't take more than 50 grams at a time, I can recover. I just want to try... to experience becoming... becoming..."

"Alright, Draco, stop talking!"

Narcissa's expressionless face frightened Draco even more. She didn't say another word after that, nor did she utter a single rebuke.

After reaching a less crowded area, Narcissa and Draco instantly Apparated and disappeared from their original spot. When they reappeared, they were already in Diagon Alley.

A long queue had formed in front of a shop near Knockout Alley, with many female wizards craning their necks to peer into the shop, their faces showing urgency.

Narcissa led Draco into the shop, past the clerks and counters, straight into the back of the shop, and then met Lucius in the office on the second floor, where he was tallying up the accounts.

"Narcissa, Draco, I thought you were going straight home."

Lucius smiled when he saw his wife and son arrive.

Draco, however, sensed something was wrong and panicked. "Mom must be angry with me."

Contrary to his expectations, Narcissa wasn't very angry; in fact, she was curious to see what Draco would look like if he were a girl.

Polyjuice potion can turn a man into a woman, it's just a temporary gender change, which is nothing to wizards. She just felt that making this decision alone was irresponsible to Lucius.

“Tell your father what you think. I’m not angry,” Narcissa said softly, trying to calm Draco, who was trembling like a cafeteria lady holding a ladle.

At this point, Draco had given up all hope. He held up the bottle of Drowned Spring and whispered, "Daddy, may I... use this potion? It can temporarily turn me into..."

"To become a woman."

Lucius picked up the conversation for him, causing Draco to look up in surprise.

Lucius reached into the desk drawer and rummaged around. When he reappeared on the desk, he was holding three crystal bottles that were exactly the same as the ones Draco was holding, and the dreamy pink liquid inside was exactly the same.

Lucius was also racking his brains about how to sell the bottles of potions Jimmy had sent. The potions permanently changed gender, and their effects were hard to assess.

He's been busy with the production of the Bird Snake Egg Yolk Hair Conditioner lately and hasn't had time to test the effects of the Drowning Spring. Draco wants to try it, and he doesn't object.

To reiterate, in the wizarding world, a temporary change of gender is not such an unacceptable thing.

Lucius was just in need of someone to experiment with potions, and he was confident that the potions Jimmy had given him were perfectly safe. This confidence came from the combination of two harpy egg yolk recipes and the Order of Merlin's First Class Medal.

The last time he was so confident in someone was when it came to Severus Snape, and he'll definitely be the same this time!

“I’ve been thinking about what to do with these three potions lately. Since you want to try them, then try them here.”