The mastermind behind Hogwarts

"Ron..."

"What on earth have you been doing?!"

Percy knelt on the ground, his face filled with sadness and shock.

The several pairs of socks under the pillow proved that his younger brother had committed a morally reprehensible act.

Percy was so heartbroken he couldn't utter a word, while Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall behind him wore equally grim expressions.

Ron's problem is very serious!

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exchanged a glance.

Professor McGonagall's face turned ashen, her eyes burning with rage. Ron had brought shame upon Gryffindor!

"Make way! Please make way!"

Draco struggled to push aside the students watching in the dormitory and peeked out to see what was happening on Ron's bed.

The style and color of the socks looked familiar to Draco.

"Those are my socks!" Draco finally remembered.

"Weasley is disgusting, he stole my socks!"

Draco angrily yelled at the Weasley twins beside him.

Are those Draco Malfoy socks?

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exchanged another glance.

This time, it was a mixture of confusion and surprise.

These aren't girls' socks, are they?

Things seem to have become simpler.

But it also seems to have become more complicated...

Everyone present turned their attention to Draco.

"Hey, what are you looking at me for! Do you think I would put my socks under the Weasley's pillow?" Draco waved his hands and explained.

Others looked at him even more strangely.

The more you try to explain something, the worse it gets.

The next day, word spread throughout the castle that Ron had collected a huge pile of Draco's smelly socks.

Because it happened at the end of November, it is known as the November Socks Incident!

The Ministry of Magic then handed down its verdict on Peter Pettigrew, stripping him of his Order of Merlin, and Azkaban became his final resting place.

If nothing unexpected happens, Peter Pettigrew will spend the rest of his life in Azkaban.

The Daily Prophet extensively reported on the specific details of Peter Pettigrew's imprisonment, which was, of course, at Fudge's behest, in an effort to salvage the Ministry of Magic's image.

Fudge also cleared Sirius's name and awarded him the Order of Merlin, Second Class, which was originally awarded to Peter Pettigrew.

However, Sirius Black was already dead, and Tonks' mother, Andromeda, had been expelled from the Black family.

Fudge plans to ask Narcissa to accept Sirius's request and attend the Ministry of Magic's trial of Peter Pettigrew.

But Narcissa refused.

Rumors circulated that Mrs. Slytherin's refusal was a signal that Fudge was no longer enjoying the support of a pure-blood family.

At that moment, Fudge thought of Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter is Sirius Black's only godson!" Fudge would tell everyone he met. "Harry is the perfect person to receive this medal, and if he wants, he can even inherit the Black family's ancestral home and estate."

The Daily Prophet published everything, and Harry naturally saw it.

"Sir, I want to know about my father. Could you please tell me? I beg you!"

At the dinner party, Harry stood up and spoke sincerely to Moriarty.

"Ah, Harry, I must say you're quite impatient."

Moriarty leisurely used his fork to place the delicious food onto his plate.

"Who would tell you? Anyway, it's not me—there's no one more suitable. But first we need to see if Professor Dumbledore is here."

Moriarty turned his head, searching for Dumbledore on the professor's table.

Dumbledore has been very busy lately. As the Chief of Wizengamot, he has to be there to witness Peter Pettigrew's trial.

There's also Ron's punishment—Ron is currently being held in solitary confinement in Hagrid's cabin.

And also the investigation into the identity of the old witch at the Blood Feast, and Dumbledore's private investigation into some of his family's secrets.

Various things have kept Dumbledore away from Hogwarts lately.

Fortunately, Dumbledore came today.

Dumbledore and Moriarty exchanged a glance, then looked at Harry's determined expression, before turning to Lupin beside him and giving him a slight nod.

Lupin stood up and beckoned to Harry: "Come with me."

Lilith said to Moriarty, "Do you think Potter will still be so easily controlled after he knows about his parents?"

"Who knows?" Moriarty shrugged; he had more important things to do now.

After dinner, Moriarty went straight back to his single room.

Queen Vander sent a letter today.

Princess Sophie has been back for over a week now, her injuries are gradually healing, and her fur has returned to its normal white color.

After reading the letter, Moriarty smiled and his eyes crinkled with amusement.

"So, Ye Jingyu's forces in Japan have been completely wiped out, and Ye Jingyu himself has lost an eye. He is now fleeing north, and the Cain Brotherhood has also withdrawn."

Princess Sophie jumped onto Moriarty's lap, licking her toes as she said, "Yes, Master Moriarty. Vampires are vengeful. When Nightfall attacked Vantor Castle, the Brotherhood of Cain wiped out Nightfall's home! You should receive a letter from the Brotherhood of Cain returning around tomorrow morning."

"Alright, now you should tell me your true identity, right?" Moriarty reached out and gently scratched Sophie's forehead a few times.

"Meow~" Sophie meowed and nestled her head against Moriarty's neck, rubbing against him affectionately.

"Reporting to Master Moriarty, I am a demon from Cain's Brotherhood. Be careful, I might transform and devour you!"

Even the most monstrous demon is a cat demon.

Moriarty didn't care at all, and with a smile, he picked up Sophie and casually touched her, which made Violet jealous.

"Master~" Violet pouted, her bright black eyes gazing at Moriarty with a coquettish look, "Snuggling~"

Moriarty put his arm around one of them and covered them with the blanket.

At the same time, in the girls' restroom on the third floor.

Hermione stared intently at the reagent in her hand.

On the ground was a crucible emitting thick black smoke, along with a pile of bottles and jars.

Hannah exclaimed admiringly, "I can't believe you did it! Hermione, you're amazing!"

"Hannah, once you put his hair in, the compound potion will be ready!"

Hermione took out a gray hair.

"It's 8:35 PM now, he's definitely not asleep. I need you to drag him into his dorm room so I can impersonate him and find out exactly how many girls like him!"

Hermione was in high spirits.

She took a bag of clothes from one of the cubicles.

"I stole these changes of clothes from the laundry room." Hermione was very thoughtful. "I believe every step of my plan is correct. It looks just like the book says... After I drink it, it will take me a full hour to turn back into myself."

Excitement and thrill overcame the nervousness of brewing the compound decoction for the first time. Hermione gripped the reagent tightly and poured the gray hair into it.

The decoction made a loud sizzling sound, like a pot of boiling water, and vigorously foamed. A second later, it turned into a jet-black color.

Hermione frowned slightly: "Why black? He shouldn't be this color..."

Hannah asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, maybe I made a mistake..." Hermione shook her head hesitantly, but still ran into a cubicle.

"I'm going to drink it," Hermione said, pinching her nose and swallowing the soup in two gulps.

It tastes like overcooked blood.

Before Hermione could even feel the shock, her insides began to churn as if she had just swallowed several live snakes.

Hermione bent over, a burning sensation spreading rapidly from her stomach throughout her body, reaching her fingers and toes.

Then came a terrifying, melting sensation...

Hermione felt as if she had entered a furnace, her body melting and reforming in the fire.

It happened suddenly, and it ended just as quickly. In an instant, everything came to a standstill.

Hermione sat on the toilet seat, feeling all hairy.

Especially the palms and soles of the feet, with a lightness like a bird and a softness like a blanket.

Hermione also felt her body become longer and more slender, as if there were two heavy things in front of her, and a long tail had grown out of her back.

Tail?

Hermione suddenly woke up, realizing that becoming him was not what it felt like at all!

Hermione looked at her hands, feet, and body in alarm and screamed in fright.

But the scream that reached her lips turned into a childish, sweet "Meow~"

Hearing the noise, Hannah opened the small door to the cubicle and saw a shocking scene:

Hermione curled up, but that couldn't hide her stunning figure and snow-white skin.

More importantly, Hermione now has a fluffy white coat, and pink paw pads have appeared on her palms and soles.

Not only that, Hermione's hair became smooth with a hint of burgundy, she grew two brown cat ears on her head, and six whiskers appeared on her face, three on each side.

The cat's eyes were captivating, its mouth was delicate and pink, and its nose was small and straight, opening and closing with its breath.

Her face shape hadn't changed much, and Hannah could still recognize her as Hermione.

"Hermione, what happened to you?" Hannah exclaimed in surprise, her eyes scanning her up and down. "But you're so cute, can I touch you?"

Hannah thought Hermione looked like a catgirl right now and couldn't help but cheer inwardly.

"No, you..." Hermione gasped for breath, "Don't touch me, get out of here, find someone... I feel like I want to drink blood..."

Hannah saw the innocent look in Hermione's eyes fade and turn into a ferocious expression.

"Go find him! There's something wrong with that gray hair, meow!" Hermione shrieked. "Oh no, I don't want to turn into a cat! Meow~"

Hermione flicked her tail, seemingly quite excited.

Hannah quickly closed the door and rushed to Moriarty's single bedroom.

(Have a great weekend everyone!)