"You, you, you..."
Draco stared at Harry in terror...
"You're Scarhead Potter!"
Harriet looked at Draco, who seemed about to scare himself to death, and pursed her lips sympathetically. Then she swept aside the hair that had rapidly grown out after she drank the gender-changing potion. Beneath her bangs, the lightning-shaped scar was still there.
In that instant, Draco's expression was like Sakata Gintoki waking up to find an old woman lying beside him, mixed with fifty percent of Fire Fist's expression. It was utterly spectacular.
"Huh?" Draco sucked in a sharp breath and nearly passed out, only for Harriet to jab him in the chest with a quick elbow, bringing him back to life.
"What exactly do you want... You really are cold-blooded. To go this far for a prank—I admit defeat." Draco looked at Harriet with utter resistance. Now that he knew what truth lay behind that bright face, he naturally could not keep looking at her directly.
"I mean, if you have any personal grudges, could you settle them slowly afterward? The students and headmasters from the other two schools are here. Keep your composure. Don't disgrace Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall reminded them.
"All right, Professor." A bizarrely disgusted curve appeared at Draco's lips, and his eyes instinctively filled with revulsion. Gritting his teeth, he took Harriet's hand.
"Don't make that face. Didn't you choose me?" Harriet said with a frown.
"If I'd known it was you, do you think I would've invited you... And why didn't you refuse me?" Draco whispered.
Harriet's expression instantly turned strange, but she could not exactly say she was afraid Snape was coveting her beauty. She had no choice but to put it another way. "I was afraid you'd be lonely without a partner at the Christmas Ball! Is that okay?"
Draco