In the Slytherin dormitory, Draco stood in front of the boiling crucible...
The carpet nearby is littered with failed potions...
"Poof!" A green firework flashed in the crucible, and Draco's pale face became strange.
"Success!" Draco filled the potion happily.
"It only takes one drop to change your gender for a month."
Draco happily took the potion and was about to leave the dormitory to conduct experiments on Harry.
"Bang..." The magic potion on the ground rolled under his feet.
"Oh, really." It will be Christmas in a few days, and Draco doesn't know how many potions he has refined during this period, but they are either half-finished products, or the potions are too powerful and not suitable for little wizards to use.
"Pour it into the sewer." Draco put the refined potion aside, raised his wand, and used the levitating spell to get these failed things to the bathroom.
After Draco finished processing the potion, he left Slytherin's lounge.
…
"What are you doing here?" Bree was about to go downstairs when she saw a house elf sneaking around, seemingly wanting to go to Moody's office.
"Ah, sorry, sorry, Twinkle just wants to clean."
A smell of wine.
Has this house elf been drinking?
Twinkle hurriedly hid in a corner, and at this moment——
"Brie, come on, take a look."
Draco ran up from the bottom of the stairs excitedly, then took out the potion from his pocket and said, "This will not trouble Malfoy."
"I'll be able to turn Potter into a big girl soon, huh."
Bree took the potion from Draco's hand and sniffed it.
Well, there is a refreshing fragrance, nothing wrong.
Return the potion to Draco.
"How are you going to administer the drug?"
It's impossible to just open Harry's mouth and pour it in.
"Hmm..." Draco narrowed his eyes, thinking of something, and said with a hint of disdain.
"I heard from Pansy that Potter hasn't found a dance partner yet. I think... as long as a lady appears, he will be happy to eat this stuff."
Draco smiled, then waved to Bree and said, "I'm going to find Pansy now and ask her to make some snacks."
Draco can also make snacks, but this is not something Harry can eat.
Watching Draco leave in a hurry, Bree smiled helplessly.
"Does our Mr. Ode have nothing to do?" A cold, irritable voice came, hitting Bree's neck like an ice cube.
Immediately afterwards, an opened letter was handed to Buri, and the big black robe almost hit Buri's face.
"If you have nothing to do, you can come to the Potions Office and deal with the slugs instead of asking your busy Head of House to sit down with you for tea..."
Drink tea?
Of course not, it's just that Bree invited Snape for an interview, hoping that Snape could talk about his life or his views on wizards and Muggles.
But Snape looked a little annoyed.
"Hmph, put your rebellious thoughts away. You want to understand Muggles and wizards so much, why don't you go find real Muggles and those wizards who are dying? Their understanding of life is much fuller than your fragile dean! "
Snape threw the letter on Bree's chest and walked quickly upstairs, apparently to find Dumbledore.
"Oh, what happened to Snape?" Bree raised an eyebrow. He felt that his dean had a story, but he didn't want to tell it.
"I heard that the dean is also a half-blood wizard who has lived in the Muggle world since he was a child...and..."
"He likes Lily Yinwansi." Bree discovered that Snape liked Lily when Harry became a girl a few years ago.
"A secret admirer who is still protecting his love rival's son in school, tsk..."
Poor Snape.
Bree thought that Snape's suggestion might have been a taboo for him, otherwise he wouldn't have such a big reaction.
"Perhaps Snape is right. Only by asking real Muggles and experienced wizards can I get the answer I want."
However, Bree is not ready to stop visiting young wizards, because even though the world is now dominated by older people, the future will be dominated by young people. Younger ideas are something he can use, and to a certain extent, older people Above is his obstacle.
People will only continue to strengthen themselves, even if they are wrong.
This is the innate, self-centered paranoia that humans are born with.
Bree opened the note, and soon a paper crane flew out and flew towards Ravenclaw.
"Luna doesn't know what she has in mind."
Bree followed the paper crane and walked towards Ravenclaw.
The paper crane was an invitation, and the interview took place after Luna had seen the paper crane.
…
"Winky, Winky heard something, Malfoy is going to attack Mr. Potter, I want to tell him!"
"Winky, what are you doing here?" Hermione walked out slowly, and strangely, there was someone following behind her.
It's Krum.
"Yes..." Shining looked at Krum, a little confused.
When Krum saw this, he said very wisely: "I will go back to Durmstrang's ship first and make arrangements for the dance."
"Don't forget, Hermione."
Hermione blushed slightly and nodded: "Don't worry, I will be fully prepared."
It's just a brave person's opening dance, she is not a timid girl.
Krum smiled naively and left quickly.
"Miss Granger, it's Malfoy. Winky heard this. Malfoy wants to turn Mr. Potter into a woman!"
"What?" Hermione suspected that she heard something wrong, but after listening to Winky telling the whole story, she suddenly remembered what Bree did to Harry and Ron in the second grade.
Ron!
Thinking of Ron, Hermione was a little annoyed because Harry and Ron had been whispering in her ears about their dance partners for the past two days.
What were you going to do before and come to see her now? She had already made an agreement with Kelu.
Thinking of Harry, Hermione felt helpless. Who made Hermione and Harry good friends?
"Wait, Twinkle, let me handle this matter, don't tell anyone."
Hermione had a brilliant plan - as long as Ron was turned into a woman, wouldn't this solve Harry's dance partner problem?
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Hermione smiled happily, she is so smart!
Soon, Winky and Hermione sneaked into the kitchen and watched Draco, Pansy and Daphne working in the kitchen.
Of course, Draco was watching while Pansy and Daphne made pastries.
"Draco, do you want us to deliver cakes to Potter?" Pansy's voice was a little sharp, and her hand movements slowed down.
"Pansy, you're trying to embarrass Potter."
Draco shook the potion bottle and said, "It only takes one drop to turn Potter into a girl for a month. Come to think of it, he is going to lead the dance."
Pansy and Daphne looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. Draco was still like a child.
I can only say that I was protected so well by Lucius and Narcissa.
"Okay, by the way, let's give it to the red-haired one too. He even said bad things about me and Daphne a few days ago."
Pansy said sternly, and Daphne nodded as if nothing was wrong.
Daphne said: "We just need to use owls to deliver gifts, we don't have to do it ourselves."
Draco thought for a while and said, "Will they stop eating?"
In fact, Draco wanted to put the snacks on the table himself.
"How is it possible? Didn't you see that they are the happiest when they are not eating?" Pansy complained.
Eat? Kun
Who pays attention to them while eating?
Draco thought about it in his mind, and only thought that Bree was quite happy when eating. She could eat more than ten apple pies in one meal, as well as some chicken legs, salads, juices, steaks, puddings and the like...
Soon, Pansy and Daphne took the drugged snacks and followed Draco to the Owlery.
Hermione also came out, and she said to Winky: "Make some snacks for me too."
Hermione had to find a way to replace Harry's snack.
…
At night, accompanied by the cooing of owls, the cool breeze penetrates the castle and brings the sweet fragrance of the black lake into everyone's dreams.
"Um?"
In an instant, many professors woke up.
Snape, who was still asleep, had a cold look on his face, snorted coldly, got up, went to the potion shelf to find a bottle of recovery potion, and drank it.
"Smell blocking!" Professor Flitwick cast an unpopular spell, which is a small magic used to block odors.
"I remember there was a smell-absorbing flower growing here. Where is it?" Professor Sprout entered the greenhouse wearing baggy pajamas.
In the office, Professor McGonagall stood up wearing a soft nightcap and nightgown, with a serious look on her face. She first cast a smell-blocking magic on herself before going out.
"Naughty guy..." Kun
Beauxbatons and Durmstrang outside also turned on their lights, and only heard Karkaroff's curses and Madame Maxime's dissatisfied voice because her beauty sleep was interrupted.
The second day
"Ah!" A cry of surprise burst out from the Gryffindor lounge. Fortunately, most of the little wizards had woken up from their sleep at this moment, otherwise they would have received a lot of scolding.
"Ron?" Harry trembled and looked at the long-haired Ron with an indescribable thing on his chest, feeling a little scared.
"Don't come here!" Harry quickly covered his eyes and ran out in his pajamas.
The people who slept with me also hurriedly ran out of the dormitory.
"Oh, what's going on? The Gryffindor sleepers are in trouble?" In the lounge, Fred stood up curiously, and George followed closely.
They discovered the problem quickly.
"Where is our dear brother Ronald?"
With a teasing tone, Fred and George happily stepped into Harry's dormitory...
"Oh, hell!"
"Come on, George\Fred!"
As the two dumbfounded Weisses, with twitching eyelids, came out, everyone's interest was aroused, but they all stopped.
As if he had lost his vitality, George swallowed and said, "We have to drink the forgetfulness potion."
Fred added: "Or someone is going to give us an oblivion."
"What happened?" Hermione walked over, holding back her smile. The brown leather book she was holding had her fingerprints cut out of it. It was obvious how hard it was for her to endure it.
Ginny also came over. She was a little worried and wanted to see Ron, because Ron's strange crying sound came from the dormitory, like a girl.
"No, Ginny!"
"Your eyes will burst!"
Although George and Fred said goodbye, they pushed Ginny inside.
"Ah!" Soon Ginny's excited exclamation came from the dormitory.