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Hermione's mysterious demeanor fueled Levin's anticipation.
Then, he returned to Hogwarts with the formal attire he had prepared beforehand.
Just as he was about to return to the Ravenclaw common room, he suddenly found Harry blocking the doorway.
"Levin, please help me!" Harry cried out as soon as he saw him, his face lighting up with the look of someone who had found a lifeline. "Ron and I still haven't found dance partners. Don't you have a solution? Please help us!"
Seeing Harry's flustered expression, Levin's face was serious, but his heart was bursting with joy.
As expected, the plan succeeded.
He hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Harry, "Alright, but this isn't the place to talk. Let's go to your common room."
Chapter 343 Transformation Agent
When Levin and Harry entered the Fat Lady's doorway, they found the usually bustling Gryffindor common room unusually quiet.
Most of the young wizards were in their dormitories preparing their makeup for the Christmas ball.
In the spacious lounge, only Ron was there, idly fiddling with a purple strapless mini-dress.
He was still trying to turn it back into a formal suit—even though he still hadn't found anyone to wear it.
Ron's attempt failed when the short skirt was transformed into a deep V-neck coffee-colored long dress.
Hearing footsteps, Ron turned around and saw his best friend, Harry.
And the person I'm most jealous of right now, Levin Green.
"Hi, Ron," Levin greeted him.
Ron was somewhat surprised by this friendly attitude; hadn't they fallen out?
In fact, as a former friend, Ron had considered reconciling with Levin.
But the thought of Fleur and Hermione that he had met that day made Ron unable to suppress his jealousy.
“Oh, hello there, heartthrob,” he said in a sarcastic tone, “why aren’t you putting on makeup in your dorm but here? I thought you were already itching to show off your charm tonight.”
“Ron, don’t talk about Levin like that!” Harry scolded. “Levin is here to help us solve our problems.”
"Solve the problem? What problem?" Ron was a little confused.
“Of course, it’s because you don’t have dance partners,” Levin said proactively.
“Oh, he would be that kind?” Ron looked at Levin suspiciously.
“Ron, can you please stop being so prejudiced against Levin?” Harry pleaded. “Levin has always been a very good person, and my godfather thinks so too. He has helped us more than once. You haven’t forgotten what happened in the Chamber of Secrets in our second year, have you?”
Hearing this, Levin felt inexplicably guilty.
Harry wholeheartedly believed him to be a good person, but he knew he wasn't a good person at all—at least not in Harry's and Dumbledore's worldview.
“Harry is a champion of Hogwarts, representing the pinnacle of Hogwarts,” Levin added. “Even for that reason, I would help him find a dance partner.”
“Okay… fine,” Ron nodded reluctantly after hearing what the two said, then looked at Levin and stammered out a sentence, “…Sorry, Levin.”
Harry was very pleased to see this. "That's more like it."
But he didn't know that Ron wasn't thinking about Levine rescuing them from the Chamber of Secrets, but rather about Harry voluntarily using Love Protection for him.
"...So, how do you plan to help us?" Ron's tone was slightly excited. "Will you choose two of your suitors and hand them over to us?"
“I would never do something so tasteless.” Levin frowned upon hearing this. “With your emotional intelligence, it’s not your fault that you can’t find a dance partner.”
Harry felt like he'd heard that phrase before.
"Then what are you going to do?" Ron's expression turned disappointed again.
"Don't worry, I've already said I have a way."
As he spoke, Levin pulled a crystal bottle from his pocket, the bottle filled with a pink potion.
Upon closer inspection, the beautiful pink color always exudes an alluring charm.
Seeing the pink potion, Ron couldn't help but guess: "You mean, you want us to use a love potion?"
"So this is why you can attract so many girls?" He was having some wild thoughts. "Although it's a bit excessive, I have to admit it's a good method."
"Are we really going to use the love potion?" Harry looked at Levin with concern.
He subconsciously felt that this was not a good thing.
"This isn't an aphrodisiac, and I've never used one!" Levin was speechless after hearing Ron's words. What kind of person was he in Ron's eyes? Jealousy was truly terrifying.
He felt more at ease with what he was doing now.
"Then what is this?" The two were even more puzzled.
If it wasn't an aphrodisiac, what kind of potion could solve their dance partner problem in one fell swoop?
“This is a product of my experiment that turned out to be flawed,” Levin explained in detail. “I originally intended to use biological induction to complete the genetic recombination of plants into the Homo sapiens model and create a genetic recombination catalyst, but the result was a failure, and I only produced a bottle of Homo sapiens sex chromosome temporary self-recombination catalyst.”
"...Could you say something we can understand?"
Harry said, "So many technical terms are making my head spin."
Ron was also completely bewildered.
Levin shook his head; he didn't expect these book-burning, scholar-burying wizards to understand what he was researching.
He sighed: "Simply put, this is a temporary sex-changing drug."
“Oh, so this is a sex-changing potion. I thought it was something else,” Ron suddenly realized, and then he froze.
"Wait...you mean, this is a sex-changing drug?"
“That’s right.” Levin nodded.
"Sex reassignment? You mean the kind where a man becomes a woman, or a woman becomes a man?" he continued to confirm, wondering how such an extreme drug could exist.
“You’re right, you’re an troll with intelligence exceeding 99%.” Levin was very pleased.
Ron didn't have time to consider the other person's sarcasm. He stared at the boy in front of him and loudly questioned, "Is this your way of solving problems? Making one of us transgender and become the other's dance partner?"
"Then tell me, is there any better solution than this?" Levin rolled his eyes. "Think about it, it's already Christmas, and the ball is still five or six hours away. All the young wizards who weren't invited have gone home. You can't even find someone from a lower grade to fill in and stay at Hogwarts."
All of the little wizards in the village already have dance partners.
"But... but you can't use such an excessive method." Ron still couldn't accept it.
Harry nodded in agreement.
“But can you find someone else? You can’t exactly have Harry and Myrtle dancing, can you?” Levin shrugged.
Seeing that the two were somewhat speechless, Levin immediately went a step further.
"In fact, I suggest that you drink this potion yourself, so that you don't even need to prepare a dress."
As he spoke, he pointed to the tuxedo that Ron was holding, which could never be turned back.
Seeing that Ron was about to object, Levin immediately began to use alarmist rhetoric:
“Harry is one of only two warriors at Hogwarts. If people find out that he can’t find a dance partner, not only will Hogwarts lose face, but Harry himself will also be ashamed. This will be laughed at by Beauxbatons and Durmstrang for a hundred years.”
As he said this, Levin activated his psychic ability, [Suggestion], to remind Ron:
"Back then, Harry even used [Love's Protection] on you,"
As he spoke, he leaned closer to Ron: "As Harry's best friend, you wouldn't want him to lose face, would you?"
After listening to Levin's words, Ron fell into deep thought.
Harry, on the other hand, was getting anxious: "Ron, you don't need to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Levin interrupted him: "Don't worry, Harry, as long as you do it discreetly, no one will recognize it."
“Besides, you can completely trust the potion I make,” he paused, then said in a seductive tone, “I guarantee that Ron will be a great beauty after drinking the potion.”
Having said all he wanted to say, he was not prepared to say anything more, as saying too much of anything could have the opposite effect.
"In short, the medicine is here with you. Whether you use it or not is up to you."
Levin said, and walked toward the doorway.
"If you're going to use it, I suggest you take it at 6 o'clock. The effects of this medicine will last for about 6 hours, which means you'll be able to stay effective until at least midnight."
Having said that, he left the Gryffindor common room.
Harry and Ron were left alone, staring at each other in bewilderment at a bottle of pink potion.
Ron looked at the potion, then at Harry, and Levin's reminder echoed in his ears again—Harry had used [Love's Protection] on him, which was a life-saving grace. If it were a girl, she would have offered herself to him in the past.
What's wrong with changing my personality for him?
As for Harry, in 2.9, the words Malfoy had once mocked him repeatedly echoed in his mind: "It would be a good choice to have Ron dressed as a girl."
Suddenly, he saw Ron in front of him move.
He suddenly picked up the crystal bottle in front of him and uncorked it.
"Ron, no!"
Harry reached out to stop him, but it was too late.
Ron had already poured the liquid into his mouth without a care, and was now panting heavily.
If he had been a step later, he might not have been able to muster the courage.
"Ron, how are you feeling?" Harry asked with concern.
"I...feel..." Ron had barely uttered a sentence when he suddenly felt his entire body contort.
He felt a sharp pain in his face, a tingling and itchy sensation on his scalp, as if something had burst forth, and his muscles ached in waves.
At the same time, he felt a throbbing pain in his chest and buttocks, and a strange sense of loss between his legs.
Looking at Ron in front of him, Harry was almost stunned, and blurted out a sentence as if possessed:
"Ah, Malfoy's ideas are sometimes quite good."
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Chapter 344 Ronnie Weasley
The entire Hogwarts was exceptionally splendid tonight. The young wizards were no longer dressed in uniform black robes, but in colorful gowns and robes, with exquisite makeup and the most precious jewelry, walking and laughing in the corridors.
The foyer was also crowded with students, milling back and forth, waiting for eight o'clock to arrive, when the doors to the auditorium would open. Some people want to meet their dance partners from other colleges, so they squeeze through the crowd sideways to look for each other.