Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Ginny, sitting diagonally across from them, saw this and immediately widened her eyes, her mind racing with thoughts of screaming, "Who is this vixen?!"

“Uh, hi, who are you?” Harry put down the pumpkin juice, blushing. No girl had ever gotten this close to him before… Ginny and Hermione didn’t count.

Draco opened his mouth, his face flushing red, wanting to reveal his identity, but he couldn't speak. He could only cast pleading glances at the two people opposite him.

Hermione immediately pointed at Draco and said as calmly as possible, "She is... Draco."

"Draco? The same name as Malfoy?" Harry looked at the blonde girl beside him in confusion, and she lowered her head shyly.

Jimmy pinched his lips, which were trying to curl upwards, tightly with one hand and said, "No... she is Draco Malfoy. Remember my potion?"

Everyone nearby stopped eating...

Ron's eyes widened in shock and anger. He suddenly slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "What! She's Draco Malfoy?!"

The sound echoed throughout the Great Hall. At first, only a small area was silent, but then the silence spread to Ravenclaw's table, and then to Hufflepuff and Slytherin.

Everyone was drawn by the shout and looked in this direction. For a moment, the auditorium became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Chapter 147 That old woman has been targeting me!

"Shut up, Weasley." The power of the crowd's gaze exceeded Draco's expectations. She felt as if she were being squeezed into a cramped corner, unable to breathe, and just wanted this torture to end as soon as possible. "It's no big deal!"

Neville, who was sitting next to Ron, reached out and pulled the dazed Ron back into his chair.

Harry seemed to have learned some world-shaking information; his eyes were lifeless, like the scribbles of a three-year-old, perhaps his mind was contemplating the stars and the universe.

Ron was still in shock. He stared at Draco for a long time, then turned to Jimmy and asked in horror, "Why?"

This question was like pressing play on a video, bringing all the sounds and images back to life.

Seamus, Neville, all the Gryffindors at his table, and the Ravenclaw sitting next to him all stared at Draco as if they'd seen a ghost.

"Ahem!" Jimmy waved his hand to calm the buzzing noise. Ignoring Draco's pleading gaze, he said sternly, "You should know that there are always some people in this world who can't distinguish their true gender. We define those people as having gender dysphoria, which is a mental illness!"

Draco is a woman; my potion only helped her rediscover herself. You shouldn't discriminate against her!

Can you withstand this magical attack that spans thirty years of time?

Hermione looked at him in surprise, as if wondering how he could even explain this.

"So... Malfoy, now, you can't turn back?" Harry looked uncomfortably at Draco beside him, her smooth skin completely red.

Wait, why would I look at her skin?

Harry quickly looked away, feeling nauseous and uncomfortable. He couldn't possibly get used to the fact that Malfoy had suddenly turned into a woman.

In order to subtly influence Harry's views, Jimmy sternly corrected him: "You're wrong. She shouldn't go back to how she was before. Draco was just imprisoned in a male body with a female soul. Now she is her truest self!"

Souls exist in the wizarding world, and I discovered what Draco's true soul looked like when I was making potions.

"And the 'Spring of Drowned Mother's Potion' that I created is a truly powerful potion capable of permanently altering life; you have no need to doubt the power of Blaine's potions!"

Ron asked, bewildered, "Bryan...potion?"

“Yes!” Jimmy stood up on his stool and read aloud, “Brain Potions will be opening two months from now during the Easter holidays at 648 Hogsmeade Street! The shop will not only have the Drowned Spring, but also the brand-new Elegant Shampoo, a high-end brand specially designed for wizards and witches who value hair quality. See there for details on its effects!!!”

Those in the auditorium drawn by Jimmy's words followed his pointing finger toward the professors' table, where they saw Professor McGonagall watching the play, along with her hair piled up in a bun.

Professor McGonagall was not intimidated by the large number of young wizards. She stood up and pulled off the clip in her hair, revealing her long, smooth, dark brown hair, as smooth as chocolate, with a luster that was subtle down to each strand.

They fluttered as Professor McGonagall tossed her hair, like tiny gems embedded in the fabric, reflecting the golden candlelight in the auditorium.

This brown hair seemed to add a highlighting effect to Professor McGonagall's face and hair, making her the most dazzling person in the entire auditorium.

Fortunately, this version of Professor McGonagall is still a middle-aged witch in her forties, with her long hair falling down. Her steady demeanor is gone, and she looks more like an elegant woman who has experienced many hardships.

"Wow~!"

The hall was filled with the croaking of frogs, especially the witches whose eyes were shining; who wouldn't want their hair to have special effects added?

People started asking about prices, but Jimmy brushed them off by saying the store wouldn't open until Easter.

He now has to rely on Lucius's skilled workers to help produce the Suya shampoo, as he has no stock to sell right now.

After sitting down, Jimmy saw Hermione rolling her eyes at him, probably complaining that he had brought up her again.

"My mom would probably like your shampoo, but we're not talking about shampoo right now! We're talking about your Mother's Drowning Spring!"

Ron was getting frantic. He said anxiously, "A potion with permanent effects would be on the list of contraband. I heard my dad say that even a potion that permanently enlarges the nose used to be classified as contraband. If you sell it, you'll end up in Azkaban!"

"Going to Azkaban?! I thought this kind of potion was common." Hermione was shocked.

"You won't let me sell it?!" Jimmy reacted strongly, but his focus was on his own profits. If Niang Niquan wouldn't let him sell it, what would he use as the store's prized possession?!

Hermione, who was beside him, grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "Jimmy, you didn't sell those potions, did you?"

“I’ve already given it to Lucius’s father to sell for me,” Jimmy replied, feigning annoyance. He needed to get Lucius to sell the potions as soon as they were finished eating, otherwise they would be stuck with them.

If even Ron could think of it, Lucius must have known too. Sigh, I should have sold it secretly!

Now that the whole world knows that he invented the Drowning Spring, his business will definitely decline greatly. The best outcome Jimmy can achieve is to use the Drowning Spring as a medical potion by leveraging his connections at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, or to sell it secretly on the black market.

However, selling on the black market is a despicable act that can only be done once. Later, we can develop the potion further and create one that reverses the effects of healing. Then, this potion will no longer be a banned substance.

Even if something really happens, it's okay, he'll step in and help make an antidote.

I'm still just a kid, and I've only been learning magic for two years. It's normal that I don't know all the laws!

Harry glanced at Draco and said, "This is indeed a very dangerous potion. What if someone forces someone to drink it?"

Jimmy feigned panic and said, "Oh? Then I need to write a letter to Draco's father right after I finish eating."

Then he took a few bites of the meat and started eating.

He wasn't in a hurry, but Hermione got anxious first, pushing him and saying, "You go first, I'll get you some food."

"Alright, remember to take plenty of my favorite foods." Jimmy had no choice but to get up and quickly run to the owl hut, write a note to Lucius, and then write a letter to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries.

Amidst all the commotion, the fact that Draco had become a woman didn't seem so important anymore...

The next day, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff played Quidditch, but the most talked-about topic at breakfast that morning wasn't the Quidditch match, but another news item about Jimmy in the Daily Prophet.

"Potion Genius or Sin Mastermind?" It's Rita Skeeter again. Why is she always targeting me?

Jimmy put down the newspaper, complaining, but his face showed little anger. The more the woman reported on him, the more famous he would become.

The online traffic for those who are both controversial and popular is also very high, and for a student like him who hasn't even graduated yet, it's easy to turn his haters into fans.

All you need to do is do one good deed before graduation and then repent in front of the camera to rake in a fortune.

Chapter 148 The Fine from the Ministry of Magic

Not long after Rita Skeeter's article was published, staff from the Ministry of Magic and Minister Cornelius Fudge himself came directly to Hogwarts.

Jimmy was forced to stay in Professor McGonagall's office during Quidditch matches to be questioned by Ministry of Magic officials.

"I regret to issue you this penalty order, Jimmy. Although you have not committed any crime, according to the Ministry of Magic's regulations on dangerous potions, you still need to pay a fine of 5000 Galleons for being the original author of the Drowned Spring."

Cornelius Fudge showed Jimmy the legal terms from the Ministry of Magic with a regretful expression. After confirming that Jimmy had read them clearly, he continued, "But considering your age, status, and the fact that you were deceived, the fine can be reduced to 1500 Galleons. In addition, I would be happy to pay 1000 Galleons on behalf of a young wizard, so you only need to pay 500 Galleons."

This isn't a fine, it's like cutting flesh off my body with a knife!

Jimmy was filled with grief and indignation, but in the end he still took out 500 Galleons from his pocket and handed it to an Auror.

After Jimmy paid the fine, Cornelius Fudge put away the massive magic book and smiled again. "The Drowned Spring will be added to the list of prohibited potions from now on. It will no longer be allowed to be sold without the approval of the Ministry of Magic."

"I believe my potion is a medicine, designed to rescue female souls trapped in male bodies. It falls under the medical field, and entrusting the approval authority to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses might help more people!"

Jimmy still hasn't given up on commercializing Niang Niquan, and Connelly Fudge can't deny that there are many people in this world who want to change themselves, right?

“Oh, you’re right. I’ll go back and draft a new bill to prevent the abuse of truly useful potions.”

Cornelius Fudge did not deny it, but he also did not say when it would be held. As if treating Jimmy as a real child, he gave a few perfunctory words and then said goodbye to Professor Dumbledore.

"Forgive me, Albus, I have to go back to work. The Minister of Magic must give the people an explanation for this matter."

His attitude toward Professor Dumbledore was respectful, yet somewhat arrogant, like a semi-domesticated pet cautiously displaying its aggressiveness in front of its master.

Jimmy guessed that Dumbledore could tell, but he didn't say anything. He nodded and then let Cornelius Fudge take the Aurors away from the fireplace.

"Professor Dumbledore, I'll be going now."

After finishing his business, Jimmy turned and headed towards the Quidditch pitch, just in time for the end of the Quidditch match, in which Gryffindor defeated Hufflepuff by 186 points.

The players and their fans all ran down from the stage to celebrate with them, but there were always many empty seats around Draco, as if people were deliberately avoiding him.

When Jimmy arrived, many people scattered, as if afraid of being secretly drugged and turned into women.

However, Jimmy was very popular with many female students, especially some who were growing and developing more slowly. They asked about when the shampoo would be available and whether the Niangniquan (a type of spring water) would be effective for women.

Women drinking Niangniquan (娘溺泉) have no effect whatsoever, just like drinking a beverage. However, Jimmy believes that the female market has great potential, and perhaps some personal care products will be launched in the future.

As for when Blaine's potions shop will open, the original Easter holiday schedule will remain unchanged.

When Jimmy arrived at the circle of friends who were celebrating, he saw two people glaring at him: Ginny and Draco.

The two women faced each other expressionlessly, Ginny holding a water bottle, seemingly still carrying out the plan Jimmy had given her earlier.

Harry won the game without any surprises, and he did indeed take the water bottle and take a big gulp. But somehow, when he came to his senses, Ginny and Draco started arguing.

"Ahem! What's going on?" Jimmy immediately stepped into the circle, separated the two, and, feigning madness, raised his hands and cheered, "Ah, we won?! Oh, the Quidditch championship at the end of the term is definitely ours, because we have Harry Potter!"

George and Fred, still wearing their jerseys after the game, cheered together, "The championship belongs to Gryffindor!"

The tense atmosphere dissipated amidst the cheers, but Harry still felt awkward and uncomfortable, carefully distancing himself from Ginny and Draco, feeling that neither of them was quite normal.

The crowd followed the players back to the castle. Hermione pulled Jimmy aside and asked worriedly, "What did Professor Dumbledore want you to do?"

"The Minister of Magic summoned me and fined me 500 Galleons!" Jimmy looked pained, and unable to contain his emotions, he grabbed Hermione's hand and said, "Hermione, when you become the Minister of Magic, you must help me get justice!"

“Hmm…” Hermione looked at the people walking around her, blushed and gently withdrew her hand, “I don’t want to be Minister of Magic, that must be very difficult.”

Jimmy lowered his hand with some regret, and slowly fell into thought. "That's actually not difficult. If you want to become Minister of Magic, I will fully support you!"

The appearance of Cornelius Fudge made him feel threatened. He casually asked for a fine of 5000 Galleons from a piece of paper.

What if one day those pure-blood families in the Ministry of Magic set their sights on his assets and pull up a law to confiscate them?

Lucius may not be reliable either, after all, his power is limited, and once his business grows, some people may ostracize him out of jealousy.

Moreover, relying on the power and channels of others is not as good as having your own channels and power.

Perhaps we could train some students who aspire to work for the Ministry of Magic, and provide them with assistance in exchange for some policy support.