People are in Hogwarts, What the hell is the flood system?

Harry sat on the bed, looking blankly at Ron and the others.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

"Why are you looking at me with that expression?"

"What exactly is going on with me right now?"

Rhine conjured a mirror and placed it in front of Harry.

Immediately, Harry himself exclaimed in disbelief, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"Is that me?"

"Rhine, did you really turn me into a girl?!"

"This, this is too outrageous! Can I change back?"

"Also, will being like this really make Professor Snape target us less in Potions class?"

Rhine grinned.

"Harry, just remember one thing: no matter what happens in Potions class, just stare at Snape with wide eyes."

"Trust me, it's a guaranteed win."

...

The next day.

In the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the Gryffindor students eating breakfast all wore uneasy expressions.

Today's Potions class was putting a lot of psychological pressure on them.

In contrast, the Slytherin table was filled with laughter and a relaxed, cheerful atmosphere.

Malfoy looked towards the Gryffindor side with an expression full of anticipation for a good show.

He still held a grudge for being taught a lesson by Rhine and the others on the Hogwarts Express and being forced to sign a "treasonous" note.

However, thinking about the power Rhine had displayed, and having heard a few days ago that Rhine had even defeated a troll, Malfoy didn't dare to provoke him anymore.

But today was different.

Professor Snape would surely strike hard, and the Slytherin students' time to shine had arrived!

But to Malfoy's disappointment, it was almost time for breakfast to end and go to class, but Rhine, Harry, and the others still hadn't arrived.

"Could it be that they're so scared that they're trying to fake illness and skip class?"

Malfoy's eyes lit up with excitement.

If Rhine and the others did something so foolish, that would be great.

Head of Slytherin House Snape would surely deduct all of Gryffindor's leading points!

Immediately, Malfoy said.

"Let's go, we have to get to our Head of House's class early."

The Slytherin students also left their seats and headed towards the Potions classroom.

The Gryffindor first-year students became even more nervous.

Hermione wrung her robes, anxiously looking towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

"Why haven't Rhine and the others arrived yet?"

"Lost? That's impossible!"

"They mustn't do anything stupid! If they're late for Potions class, Professor Snape will definitely not be lenient. Gryffindor hasn't won the House Cup for many years, and this year is our most promising year!"

At the staff table, looking at the nervous Gryffindor students, Professor McGonagall turned to Dumbledore, her eyes showing some dissatisfaction.

"The children are going to be terrified. Snape is truly awe-inspiring in the hearts of the Gryffindor students."

Dumbledore smiled gently, even with a hint of nostalgia.

"Seeing this scene reminds me of my time as a student."

"When I was in school, Hogwarts was run by Phineas Nigellus Black, the most unpopular headmaster in history. Tsk, tsk, the students were unprecedentedly united at that time."

"I remember that whoever went against Phineas was a friend to all the students, and whoever dared to prank Phineas was simply a hero!"

Dumbledore wiped his glasses, as if wiping away tears of nostalgia.

"Merlin, I overlooked so many precious things back then."

Immediately, his smile became even brighter.

"So it's not necessarily a bad thing for the children to have a teacher they fear, it can also stimulate their unity and creativity!"

Professor McGonagall didn't comment on Dumbledore's educational philosophy.

Also at the staff table, Quirrell's gaze subtly glanced at Dumbledore.

Voldemort's disgusted voice sounded in his mind.

"That self-righteous old fool, his smile makes me sick. Let's go quickly, I don't want to see him."

Just as Quirrell was getting up to leave, a low murmur suddenly arose near the entrance of the Great Hall.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Who is that?"

"Which house is that girl from?"

"She's so beautiful!"

Gazes fell towards the entrance of the Great Hall, and they saw Rhine and the others walking in with Harley.

Harley, shy and pitiful, lowered her head, instantly causing many older boys' protective instincts to explode.

As for the young witches, their sense of crisis suddenly increased.

That unfamiliar little witch, that skin, that expression, and what's with that clearly modified robe?

Scheming b*tch!

When Hermione saw Harley standing next to Rhine, her heart sank, as if she felt something was about to be taken away.

Until she looked at Harley, the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind like lightning, startling her to open her mouth wide.

"Ha…"

"Harry?!"

As soon as this sound came out, the Great Hall, which had just been clamoring about Harley's beauty, suddenly fell silent.

A series of knives and forks clattered to the ground, followed by exclamations of disbelief.

Dumbledore, who had just been smiling, slowly opened his mouth wide, obviously quite shocked.

Professor McGonagall suddenly burst out with bulging veins and glared fiercely at Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, is this what you call stimulating the little wizards' creativity?"

Dumbledore looked blank, doubting his own educational philosophy once again after so many years.

No, I wanted them to unite, to have creativity…

I didn't tell them to crossdress!

Quirrell also stared blankly in Harley's direction. After a moment of silence, Voldemort's grief-stricken voice sounded in his mind.

"Dumbledore!!!"

"Damn it, do you even know how to teach the Savior? What have you turned the Savior into?!"

Voldemort's voice echoed in Quirrell's mind.

"Quirrell, I originally wanted you to hide your skills in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class so that Harry Potter and the others wouldn't learn anything."

"But now, you should still teach something real."

"Get the Savior Harry Potter back on the right path!"

Rhine and the others didn't know about the turmoil in Dumbledore and Voldemort's minds. They just hurriedly grabbed a few bites at the Gryffindor table and headed towards the Potions classroom.

The Slytherin students were already sitting there early.

When Snape walked into the classroom from his office and saw the neatly seated Slytherins, a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, the Gryffindor students hurried into the classroom. Snape sneered and stopped them.

"Stop!"

"There's still one minute before class, but you haven't even taken your seats yet, which will definitely delay the class time."

"It seems that Gryffindor students are not only simple-minded and well-developed, but they also lack basic punctuality. Ten points will be deducted from Gryffindor for the time you've wasted!"

"Oh, and what about our celebrity, Mr. Savior Harry Potter? Why didn't you remind your classmates that they were about to be late?"

"Did you think that if everyone was late, it would highlight your excellence…"

"Harry Potter, where are you? Stand up for me!"

The next second, Harley walked out, and according to Rhine's reminder, she widened her emerald eyes pitifully and looked at Snape.

"Professor Severus, I'm here."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I didn't remind my classmates to come quickly. It's all my fault. Professor, please punish me."

Snape looked at Harley, his gaze gradually becoming dull.

"?"

"???"

"Who did you say you are?"

"Ha-what-ly, Pot-what-ter?!"