Hogwarts Lion Girl

All of this came so fast and went away just as quickly.

Just like pulling a sharp switch, all changes suddenly froze at a strange point.

The pain and distortion suddenly stopped, and Harry's body remained motionless as if under a spell, as if he was frozen in time and space at the same time. His breathing was rapid and sweat had already soaked his whole body.

Suddenly there was a shout from outside. It was Ron. "How are you guys doing? Did you succeed?"

"It worked!" Harry lowered his voice, trying his best to imitate Crabbe's tone, and the sound came out through the heavy door.

He listened to his own voice echoing in the empty corridor and felt that it seemed quite plausible.

After making the final adjustments, Harry stood in front of the mirror and stared at his reflected image.

He in the mirror was no longer the well-known Harry Potter. The man in front of him had Crabbe's iconic pot-bottom haircut and long and strong arms, like a gorilla, but his face was slightly pale, which seemed a little unnatural.

"Stop looking," Hermione urged, "and go to the Slytherin common room and find Malfoy. Now!"

Hermione's voice came from behind, like a warning bell, breaking Harry and Ron's contemplation.

There was a hint of anxiety in her words, which suddenly awakened the two from their brief hesitation.

Ron frowned slightly and raised his own question: "What about you, Hermione?"

An unspeakable hesitation flashed across Hermione's face. She bit her lip and whispered, "I...I can't leave here for the time being. You go by yourselves."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Although they had many questions in their minds, time was indeed urgent.

They closed the bathroom door quietly and tiptoed out.

In silence, Harry and Ron disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

Water droplets were still rising from the bathroom mirror, and Hermione was left alone there, her figure appearing in the mirror, revealing her hairy skin.

Ron and Harry imitated the heavy, rough steps, trying to hide their lightness with each step, appearing more domineering and heavy.

Their imitation was not perfect, and there was still a hint of panic in their gait.

At the last step, their steps froze at the same time, as if they were restrained by a spell, because standing in front of them was Malfoy, with his usual picky and distrustful look.

"What are you doing here?" Malfoy's eyes swept over them, with a hint of surprise and suspicion in his voice, "I thought you had gone back a long time ago."

Harry and Ron's hearts were pounding, wondering if their disguises would work.

Their eyes met at that moment, and they exchanged an unspoken understanding.

"We're going back to the Slytherin common room," Harry said quietly, with a hint of tentativeness in his voice.

"Um...yeah." Ron nodded stupidly.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows, seeming a little surprised, "Oh, really? Let's go then."

Under the dim light, Malfoy turned right first and walked along the winding corridor.

He led Harry and Ron to an old-looking stone wall. There were no extra decorations and no bustling crowds. There was only a faint musty smell and wet water stains on the walls.

Malfoy did not hesitate. He stopped beside an inconspicuous stone next to the stone wall. This stone was no different from the other stones and could be easily overlooked if you didn't look carefully.

He whispered to Harry, "What's the new password?"

Harry frowned, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He hesitated, clearly confused as to what Malfoy was up to, but quickly recovered and said "Hmm?", indicating that he was thinking.

However, before Harry could reply, Malfoy said, "Oh, yes, it's a pureblood!"

The moment he finished speaking, the inconspicuous stone seemed to sense something, and the entire stone wall shook slightly. Then, the stone door hidden in the wall began to slowly open, making an ancient, heavy friction sound.

Malfoy did not hesitate and strode into the stone door.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw the nervousness in each other's eyes. They followed Malfoy closely and entered the stone door carefully and quickly.

……

Serena knew why she felt that Terence Higgs looked familiar, he was Draco's previous Slytherin Quidditch Chaser.

When Salina enrolled, Terrence had already graduated. She had only seen this face in a Quidditch match photo taken by a senior, when he was competing with Harry for the Golden Snitch.

But logically speaking, Terrence should have never seen Salina, so the eye contact just now should have been just a coincidence.

Come to think of it, the Higgs family is actually a wizarding family. No wonder I've never heard of it before.

Senior Terrence wants to start a flying machine business? Is it because he likes Quidditch? Since he can't join the Quidditch team, he is going to try to make flying machines.

Salina began to think whether revealing her identity as a wizard would be more conducive to cooperation.

Judging from current observations, the Higgs family still has enough assets, but because they have just started to develop ordinary people's business, their foundation is a little weak. If Swinburne offers help at this time, it will be a timely help.

However, many wizards actually look down on ordinary people, especially Terence, who graduated from Slytherin.

Salina was a little hesitant and decided to observe further.

Salina turned her eyes to the food on the long table. If she was not mistaken, this should be the work of the house-elves.

The steaming beef pie looks delicious, with the brown gravy and caramelized crust tempting the taste buds; next to it is a multi-layered fruit cake, with light yellow cream wrapped in freshly picked strawberries and blueberries, the colors are bright and eye-catching.

Using magic to cultivate fruits across seasons seems to be a good business opportunity. I can study it when I go back. This way I can save labor and transportation costs compared to my competitors, which is a huge advantage.

The drinks served at the banquet were also quite rich, including winter hot drinks with a light floral scent and fruity drinks with sparkling crystal bubbles, all of which were served in small and exquisite glass cups.

Also indispensable are the small desserts dotted on the table - delicately shaped snowflake cookies, soft and glutinous brownies covered with dark chocolate, and light as cloud milkshakes. They sparkle with various lusters under the lights, just like the colorful snow scene in winter.

The chocolate on the top of this brownie uses a high proportion of cocoa powder and is paired with carefully selected dark chocolate particles, giving each bite a rich and pure cocoa aroma. When Serena took a bite of a small piece, the sweet but not greasy chocolate flavor first melted in her mouth, followed by the soft and glutinous brownie texture, which, with a slightly sticky feeling, performed a delicate spinning dance on the tip of her tongue.

The contrast between the hard chocolate shell on the outside and the soft core on the inside creates a sense of layering. At the same time, the slight bitterness when you touch the dark chocolate shell perfectly neutralizes the sweetness in the brownie, bringing the overall flavor to a new level.

I wonder if the chef at home can create this feeling. While eating, Salina thought, is it possible if the salary is increased?