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

Rhine almost choked when he heard Harry's request.

His heart also skipped a beat.

Oh no, is Harry going down the path of a typical British gentleman?

If Dumbledore finds out, will he come after me?

Wait, doesn't Dumbledore himself seem a bit shady?

Never mind then!

But just imagining Harry potentially turning into a cross-dressing big sister, Rhine felt a bit overwhelmed.

Good heavens, Hogwarts, this isn't the right vibe!

"Harry, it's still a long time before Potions class, is it really necessary?"

"You..."

"You're not addicted to cross-dressing, are you?"

Harry was also shocked, his face flushed red, and he coughed violently.

"How could that be!"

"Rhine, what are you thinking!"

Under Rhine's suspicious gaze, Harry carefully took out an old photo.

In the photo, a girl with the same eyes as Harry was smiling, a shiny student council president badge pinned to her chest.

Harry held the photo as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Seamus found this when he was cleaning the trophy room. Rhine, this is a photo of my mother when she was at school. She was the student council president back then, which is an even bigger position than prefect!"

Lily Evans in the photo smiled gently at Harry and winked.

Harry took off his glasses and wiped away the tears that welled up with his sleeve, so as not to drip on the photo.

He looked at Rhine pleadingly.

"Rhine, when I put on makeup and look in the mirror, I feel like I'm closer to my mom."

"Like she never left me."

"Don't worry, I only need you to help me with makeup for a week at most."

Rhine breathed a sigh of relief.

"A week? That's no problem."

It's just cross-dressing for a week, it's nothing.

The savior Harry hasn't gone astray yet.

Until the next moment, Harry nodded excitedly.

"After a week, I'll definitely be able to do my own makeup."

"I borrowed several makeup books from the older girls!"

Rhine rubbed his forehead, dumbfounded and speechless.

Damn it!

Got happy too soon!

Astonishment, this was also Professor McGonagall's reaction when she saw Harley the next day in Transfiguration class.

For a moment, her memory was confused, and she thought Lily had come back to life.

But soon, Professor McGonagall reacted, her face turning pale.

Merlin above, this is Harry Potter!

How did he develop such a strange habit at such a young age?

If this isn't corrected in time, how can I face the deceased Lily and James?

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall righteously stopped Harley.

"Harry Potter, what is the meaning of this getup?"

"When did I allow students to wear makeup in my class?"

"Go wash off that makeup!"

Harley blinked, her watery green eyes fluttering.

"But Professor, you didn't say it wasn't allowed to wear makeup."

"Besides, my makeup and clothes use a lot of Transfiguration, don't you always encourage putting what we learn into practice?"

Professor McGonagall frowned, then heard Harley say in a low voice.

"Besides, Professor, I'm just wearing makeup, at least I'm still the same species."

"What form did you appear in during your first class..."

The next second, Professor McGonagall's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Harry Potter!"

"Class is about to start, quickly find a seat and sit down!"

After Harley sat down, Professor McGonagall felt a pang of shame in her heart.

Lily, James, I'm sorry.

I really have an unspeakable weakness that Harry has grasped, I can't correct Harry, let other professors think of a way.

Because she was too concerned about this matter, Professor McGonagall was distracted several times during this class.

But to her surprise, the Transfiguration level of the Gryffindor little wizards had improved quite a bit compared to the previous class.

Although they were far from being comparable to Hermione, let alone a freak like Rhine, even Neville was able to make a little change to the match, which really exceeded Professor McGonagall's expectations.

What surprised her even more was that the person with the greatest improvement among them was Harley.

His Transfiguration level was the closest to Hermione's among everyone.

His homework was also obviously more attentive than other little wizards.

Obviously, in order to fight for the right to cross-dress in class, Harley not only studied makeup, but also made thorough preparations in her studies, so as not to give the professors a chance to forbid him from cross-dressing on the grounds of affecting his studies.

By the time the bell rang to end the class, Professor McGonagall had no way to deal with Harley.

She could only sigh helplessly in her heart, hoping that other professors could guide Harley back to the "right path".

But in the following Herbology and History of Magic classes, Harley did not encounter any difficulties.

Professor Binns of History of Magic has been a ghost for too many years and has long been numb to strange students.

Not to mention cross-dressing, he had even seen scenes of people coming to class completely naked.

Moreover, when he first started teaching, the wizards' attire was much more abstract than it is now.

Back then, it was standard for male wizards to wear white silk stockings and high heels!

Harley's "retro" trend even gave Professor Binns a rare reaction, adding a point to Gryffindor for the first time.

As for Professor Sprout of Herbology, she just pursed her lips and smiled, and praised Harley's women's clothing as very beautiful.

There was also a bit of nostalgia in her eyes.

Lily Evans back then was a potions genius. Professor Sprout often met her in the greenhouse, and they also exchanged ideas about Herbology and Potions.

The current Harley is simply Lily come back to life.

Professor Sprout, who has always been thoughtful and kind, can understand Harley's mood to some extent.

Therefore, she also didn't say anything.

The smoothness of the day was something Harley herself didn't expect.

"I thought I would have a basket of points deducted from Gryffindor today!"

"Now there's only one class left, what is it?"

Rhine said quietly.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Harley smiled.

"Professor Quirrell stutters and cowers, he doesn't seem like the type to say anything about students' attire."

"Besides, he himself is wearing that strange big turban and is covered in the smell of garlic."

"He will definitely understand me."

Rhine twitched the corner of his mouth, his expression extremely strange.

To be honest, it was hard for him to imagine Voldemort's mental state when he saw Harley coming to class.

In fact, when Rhine and Harley walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Quirrell and Voldemort, who was possessing him, were indeed shocked.

From last Friday to now, he has seen Harry Potter cross-dressing twice.

"What exactly is wrong with Hogwarts' education?"

"Old Bumblebee, what kind of headmaster are you?"

"A good savior, you've only been teaching him for a week, and what have you turned him into?!"

The unbearable Voldemort roared in Quirrell's mind.

"I've had enough!"

"Quirrell, stop telling those stupid stories about witches and vampires, show me your real skills."

"Quickly teach Harry Potter some Defense Against the Dark Arts!"