HP/LOTM: Visionary - 368

Chapter 368: Victims, Miss Prewett, and Invitation

"By the way, since Hermione mentioned the Love Potion situation, recently a friend of mine sent me a message," Aiden said. "Currently, the largest potion manufacturing workshop on the market received a massive Love Potion order a few days ago. The order came from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, and they packaged the Love Potions in containers like perfume, cough syrup, and Baruffio's Brain Elixir, sending them to Hogwarts."

Aiden picked up the book and shook it. These ancient Hogwarts texts were always covered in so much dust. A bug fell out.

"Weasley, how could George and Fred do this!" Harry protested.

"No, haven't you discovered the key point yet? The largest potion manufacturing workshop on the market currently—its ownership belongs to the Potter family."

The dragon narrowed his eyes. Gem-like pupils revealed amusement.

"My family!" Harry immediately stood up.

His sudden movement attracted Madam Pince's attention. More conveniently, she saw the Half-Blood Prince's notebook in his hands and thought Harry was scribbling on the book. She directly rolled the parchment in her hand into a club and struck him.

"Hiss!" Harry covered his head and sat back down.

"So, the Love Potion manufactured by my own family is now probably going to be used on me," Harry said, holding his head and sighing about how fate plays tricks.

"There's something worse. Do you see Miss Romilda Vane? Oh, look—she's coming over with a cup of Baruffio's Brain Elixir," Aiden said. He watched Romilda Vane slowly approaching Harry and became a live commentator on the side.

"Oh, our Mr. Potter smiled at her. But careful note: the smell of Love Potion from her cup has already traveled ten kilometers away."

Harry, who had just thought about standing to welcome her, immediately threw a pleading look back.

"All right, stop being mischievous. Save Harry!" Hermione poked Aiden with her pen cap.

Snap.

Aiden snapped his fingers. Romilda Vane handed the Baruffio's Brain Elixir to Zacharias.

Then he drank it all down. The two left chatting and laughing.

"Phew." Watching the trouble leave, Harry breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Wait, Hermione, do you have a date? If not, I was thinking maybe we could attend together as friends," Harry said, extending an invitation.

"Oh, sorry, I've already accepted someone else's invitation," Hermione said uneasily, touching her hair.

"What about you, Aiden?" Harry turned back.

"I'm not going as a student. I can use the back door," Aiden said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, that's terrible," Harry sighed disappointedly.

The next day was the last day of Christmas. After finishing Transfiguration class and attending the Christmas dinner, the school's young wizards would be set free.

The final Transfiguration lesson before the holidays, Professor McGonagall taught them about human Transfiguration. The requirement for this lesson was for everyone to change their hair color.

Ethan successfully gave himself a head of green hair, while Edmund also gave himself a small goatee.

"Edmund, raise your hand, point at the sky at forty-five degrees," Aiden said, making a funny expression.

"...don't think I don't know what you mean."

After being mocked by them years ago, Edmund had made up for his knowledge of the Muggle world. Now he could understand Aiden's jokes.

"What about you? You haven't transformed yet!" The two egged him on together.

"Yeah, come try it," Aiden said. He snapped his fingers. His hair rapidly transformed to gold.

Then his chest rose up, and his pelvis became wider.

"Oh, overdid it," a voice like a young female warbler sounded out.

He extended a finger to look. Seemed no different from before.

His two roommates were stunned by Aiden's sudden transformation. Ethan even knocked his book to the ground, attracting Professor McGonagall's attention.

She quickly walked over and struck Aiden.

"Transform back immediately. You don't want me calling you Miss Prewett for the rest of your life!" Professor McGonagall's voice drew everyone's attention.

"Aiden turned into a girl!" Ron was the most enthusiastic. He directly flipped his chair over to run over.

Then, a maiden standing upright like a peony in bloom and sitting like a peony in full bloom entered his vision.

"Oh, fair maiden, might I invite..." Ron immediately took up her hand.

"Shut up, Ron, I'm your brother!"

Aiden promptly transformed back, then gave Ron a devastating brotherly punch to the face.

"Sigh, turn in a six-inch essay after class describing what it felt like transforming into a girl," Professor McGonagall sighed. But there was nothing left that could truly trouble him. She could only assign an essay that wouldn't be very effective.

As soon as class ended, Hermione clutched her book and ran out, even bumping into Ethan.

"Miss Granger, what's wrong?" Ethan seemed confused.

"Do you like any girls?" Aiden glanced at him. A parchment and quill floated behind him, automatically recording his thoughts.

"No," Ethan shook his head, lost.

"Boys?"

"Not that either."

"Sigh," Aiden said, his face full of sympathy. He hooked his arm around Ethan's shoulder and patted him.

"What's wrong with him?" Ethan looked puzzled at Edmund.

But Edmund, a veteran of many battles, similarly gave him a loving pat on the back and then left.

On the other side, Harry, wanting to chase after Hermione to deliver the book, encountered Luna.

"Hey, Luna," Harry greeted her.

"Good morning, Harry," Luna said, giving him a smile.

However, Harry glanced at the sun outside, which had risen to the highest point in the sky.

"By the way, do you know about Professor Horace's party? I was wondering if I could invite you to attend with me," Harry scratched the back of his head.

"Slughorn's party? With you?"

"Yes!" Harry said. "We both need to bring guests, so I was thinking perhaps you... I mean..."

Harry labored to clarify his intentions because he feared Luna would think he was confessing.

"I mean, just as friends. If you don't want to..."

He had already begun regretting his eloquence, genuinely hoping Luna would refuse.

But he met Luna—the most Ravenclaw of Ravenclaws, Luna who had walked further along the spiritual path than ordinary young wizards. How could she not know what Harry meant?

"No need to panic. I understand what you mean," Luna gave Harry a brilliant smile.

"No one has ever invited me to a party dinner before. As friends, oh right, did you dye your eyebrows for this matter? Do I need to do the same?"

Luna pointed at Harry's eyebrows, which had changed color from studying human Transfiguration.

"No, no, no. So then I'll come pick you up at Ravenclaw in the evening. It's a date," Harry hurriedly responded, then fled in a panicked state.

Luna, behind him, waved goodbye, not bothering whether Harry, in his reckless charge forward, could even see her.