Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Gudong!

Draco's throat bobbed, and he saw the expectation on his father's face; he hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

He looked at his mother again, and she smiled at him. That smile seemed to give him boundless courage.

Draco raised the crystal bottle in his hand, pulled off the cork, and the refreshing floral fragrance immediately filled the entire office, invigorating Lucius and Narcissa.

As soon as the bottle was brought to his lips, Draco hesitated, "How much do I need to drink?"

"Wait!" Lucius called out to Draco, rummaged through a drawer, took out a dropper, and came to Draco's side. He took out some potion from the bottle and said, "Open your mouth."

Draco tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide in tension. Then he felt about ten drops of water with a floral scent being dripped into his mouth.

After Draco finished sprinkling his mother's urine at the fountain, Narcissa and Lucius both went to the desk and nervously watched Draco's changes.

At first, Draco's body did not change at all, and he did not feel any discomfort.

But soon, a tingling sensation surged through his body. Draco felt as if he were being wrung out like a towel, but he felt no pain.

The world spun around him, and the figures of Lucius and Narcissa in front of him changed constantly. Draco almost fell over, but his arm was supported by a pair of warm hands, and his mother's anxious questions were in his ears.

"Draco? Are you alright?"

Draco quickly regained his senses and instinctively replied, "I'm fine...it's my voice!"

The voice that came out of his mouth was not the familiar male voice, but a clear, childlike female voice.

Lucius, who was also a little nervous, let out a breath and then his eyes widened.

Draco's hair began to grow longer, and every detail of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth was gradually being corrected. These small changes, when added together, resulted in Draco's dramatic transformation.

That face, which originally bore some resemblance to Lucius, was gradually becoming more like Narcissa's, while retaining some of her father's features.

The potion even altered Draco's complexion; her face was now filled with vitality, her skin transforming from pale to a blood-red, alabaster white, and her slightly high hairline was brought to a perfect height.

The knuckles of the palms are shrinking, and the nails on the back of the hands are shimmering with a warm luster.

Her fingers became longer and her pores finer. She couldn't help but fold her hands together and stroke her new skin. The silky smooth texture intoxicated her.

She then noticed her rapidly growing hair, and ran her hand through it, finding it as smooth as water.

These changes surprised Draco, but she didn't like the feeling of her chest bulging and squeezing against her clothes.

Why are my breasts still getting bigger?

Draco knows that women have breasts, but she's of school age, so why are they so big?

Fortunately, all the changes stopped when dragon fruit started to resemble pineapple.

"Daddy, is there a mirror?" Draco felt her face burning and wanted to see what she looked like. Seeing that Lucius didn't move, she called out again, "Daddy?"

"Ah! Okay." Lucius snapped out of his daze; those two calls of "Dad" had made his bones go weak.

He took a few steps back to grab his wand, but bumped into the desk, knocking over all the ornaments on it.

Having finally obtained the wand, Narcissa had already done the work for him, turning a pen into a full-length mirror, which stood right in front of Draco.

The mirror showed a blonde girl with a flushed face, wearing ill-fitting casual clothes that were stretched high at the chest and the hem still covered a third of her thighs.

Draco raised her arm, the overly long sleeves obscuring half of her palm, making her raise her hand like a child dressed in adult clothes.

Those blue eyes seemed to speak, sparkling with dazzling starlight. Her fingers stroked her face, and they felt much smaller than she remembered.

Pulling at her cheeks and pinching her nose, the girl in the mirror was doing the same thing.

Draco leaned closer to the mirror and examined himself closely, thinking to himself, "If I were a girl, I would definitely be as beautiful as my mother!"

She opened her mouth to look at her clean, white teeth, then tilted her head and stuck out her pink tongue.

Bang!

She was startled by the sound of something falling behind her. Turning around, she saw her father lying on the ground, clutching his heaving chest, his face flushed.

"I'm fine!" Lucius struggled to his feet.

Draco ignored Lucius, more curious about the changes in her body. She suddenly felt a soreness in her shoulders, and when she looked down, she could only see the tips of her shoes.

She raised her hand to rub it, but Narcissa stopped her.

"Don't do this." Narcissa's tone was strange as she crouched down to talk to her...son?daughter?

In short, Narcissa stared at Draco for a while before getting up, taking Draco's hand, and walking outside. "I'm going to buy... Draco some clothes."

"Take my wallet!" Lucius caught up with Narcissa and shoved a dragon-skin wallet into her hand. "I'm going home to prepare dinner. You can go back a little later if you want!"

Draco was pleased with his new look, though he felt a little ashamed walking down the street, a feeling that reached its peak when his mother led him into the Elegant Wizarding Clothing store.

Her pale pink face turned completely red, and she was at the mercy of the excited Narcissa and the frenzied shop assistant.

After changing into new underwear, she tried on all sorts of clothes in front of the mirror: blouses, cardigans, dress shirts, halter tops, sundresses, sweaters with various collars, pencil skirts, pleated skirts, flared skirts, trench coats, evening gowns...

Looking at his ever-changing reflection in the mirror amidst all sorts of clothes, Draco subconsciously uttered his thought, "So beautiful..."

Chapter 139 Lockhart Will Not Return

The Christmas holidays passed uneventfully. Jimmy was unaware of Draco's changes. During the holidays, he set up five cauldrons to brew the Mother's Drowning Spring and urged his minions to hurry up and release Auto Chess.

With his expert guidance, Harry and Ron put a lot of effort into setting the rules for Auto Chess, but without Draco's constant banter, they felt it wasn't as exciting as before.

He thought his Christmas holiday would pass peacefully, but a letter on the last day of the holiday gave him a surprise.

To my proudest student!

I've recently finished dealing with my business and will be returning to Hogwarts after Christmas. I imagine the students and my dear fans are eagerly awaiting my return. A few days ago, I returned to Diagon Alley and witnessed the incredible scene of my fans lining up to buy Gilderoy Lockhart's mid-range hair care products—all thanks to you!

I'm so proud of you, Jimmy Blaine. All the compliments can wait until you get back to school. I have a gift for you that you won't expect, and you deserve it.

The production of the hair conditioner can be completely entrusted to you. I have faith in your abilities, just as I have always believed from the beginning that you could do a good job in the research and development of Gilderoy Lockhart's mid-range shampoo!

Your beloved professor: Gilderoy Lockhart!

"Lohart is coming back..."

Jimmy put down the letter, his expression still somewhat regretful. He said he wanted to come back, but he couldn't!

Everyone in the classroom who heard this stopped what they were doing. George and Fred looked indifferent, Harry looked horrified, Hermione frowned, and Ron was actually quite happy because Lockhart never assigned homework.

Jimmy, having witnessed the diverse reactions of everyone, smiled and said, "Don't worry, I recently heard something that Professor Lockhart might not be back anytime soon."

Although it's regrettable that he hasn't made much money from the Bird Snake Egg Yolk Hair Treatment yet, things have come to this point, and he can only start to close the net.

Jimmy temporarily entrusted the five potions of potion to Hermione and began writing a note to Lucius. The note contained a simple message: sell off all the stock at a reduced price, begin the cleanup, and temporarily entangle Gilderoy Lockhart in a lawsuit to prevent him from returning to Hogwarts.

Jimmy handed the note to the owl that delivered the message, and without giving it a chance to rest, he sent it off to run errands again.

As dinner time approached, the Hogwarts Express brought the returning students back to the castle. After a week apart, many students greeted each other with a big hug.

Jimmy spotted Neville in the crowd and waved to him, "Over here, great presents."

This Christmas, Neville gave him a potions book, the kind that moves, containing a lot of forbidden potion knowledge.

He found it hard to comment on the contents, but Neville must have personally gone to that study to find them; his parents had given him some rather ordinary stationery.

"Well, I'm glad you like it." Neville scratched his head sheepishly and sat down opposite Jimmy.

When Harry and Ron met Neville, they talked about what had happened during the holidays, mainly about playing games. After all, things had been peaceful during this time, and nothing major had happened at Hogwarts.

But it wasn't all without incident. Harry mysteriously said, "At Christmas, a house-elf named Dobby found me and stopped Ron and me outside the station. He even gave me a cup of Jimmy's Cheese Leopard!"

Ron nodded as well; he was there too. Dobby's milk tea was shared among everyone in the dorm, and there was also a cup of unsweetened milk tea for Jimmy.

“I saw him during summer vacation. He used to be a house-elf in the Malfoy family,” Ron said seriously. “He was definitely sent by Malfoy’s father to kill Harry. You know, house-elves can’t disobey their masters!”

"House-elves can't disobey their masters' orders? Are they slaves?" Hermione, who had only been slightly concerned, frowned as she listened to Ron's description and felt that house-elves were indeed a group of slaves.

Ron didn't see anything wrong with it, saying, "They're not slaves, they're house-elves, they're there to help wizards. Dobby must have been sent by Malfoy's father to get revenge on Harry."

Hermione tilted her head, deciding to look up some information about house-elves before giving her opinion.

“I don’t think Draco would do that?” Neville disagreed, because Draco didn’t seem like a bad person.

Ron insisted on explaining, "It's his father."

Jimmy also wanted to say a few words in defense of Draco: "It's just a misunderstanding. I explained it to Dobby; he took Lucius Malfoy's angry words seriously."

"Are you talking about my father?"

They were having a pleasant discussion when suddenly a unique fragrance wafted into their nostrils. It wasn't pungent, but it was hard to ignore.

Turning their heads, they saw Draco Malfoy standing in the aisle between the long tables of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, his clothes and appearance giving off an odd vibe.

Harry and Ron didn't notice it at first, but Jimmy keenly noticed the subtle changes in him.

Draco's hair had grown longer, his lips were lightly coated with lip gloss, his skin was smoother, and his fingernails were highlighted. Most noticeably, he had silver star earrings swaying slightly in his ears.

Avoiding Jimmy's astonished gaze, Draco, clutching the corner of his robe, sat down to Neville's right.

After he sat down, the aroma became even stronger, drawing the attention of everyone else at the table.

"Hmm? Who's wearing the Allure perfume?" Parvati, who was not far away, stood up and sniffed around, saying with a hint of envy, "That's a high-end perfume that costs two hundred gallons a bottle."

Everyone fell silent; Harry and Ron were embarrassed to have been caught talking about someone else's father.

Jimmy simply didn't know what to say.

No, you actually use it!

Finally, unable to bear the awkwardness any longer, Draco broke the silence by taking a small cloth bag out of his pocket and handing it to Jimmy. "Jimmy, this is something Dad asked me to give to you personally."

The hand was unusually white, and even Hermione noticed it, staring intently at it.

The peculiar fragrance intensified on her hands, and the candlelight reflecting off her fingernails amplified this incongruity, making her gaze even more suspicious.

Hermione tugged at Jimmy's clothes under the table, and using the act of coughing and turning her head, whispered in Jimmy's ear, "Don't you think Draco is acting strange?"

"Let's talk about it in the lounge."

Jimmy answered quietly, then took the bag and put it in his pocket. He didn't even dare to touch Draco's hand now. "Draco, how was your vacation?"

"It's...it's pretty good." Draco stammered as he answered, but he quickly smiled and asked the others, "How about you guys? How's the game coming along? I'm eager to play it as soon as possible!"

Seeing that Draco didn't want to talk about potions in front of a lot of people, Jimmy realized what was going on and called out to everyone, "Ah, let's eat, no, I mean Auto Chess."

“We’ve already set up the basic rules!” Ron said with a proud expression. “Now all that’s left is to define the bond effects. The clay figures George and Fred sculpted can already come to life; they used quite a bit of clay…”

"As for bonds, you'll have to see what they are. I understand them better than you do." Draco crossed his arms and puffed out his chest slightly, but there was nothing there.