Something was off about this Hogwarts world

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"Darling, please raise your arms."

"Hiss..."

"This is..."

Harry opened his eyes in pain, only to find a full-length mirror before him!

How strange. Wasn't I watching a movie?

I'd just reached the part where the centaurs dealt with the pink toad. Where the hell have I ended up?

Harry looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the mirror and couldn't help staring blankly for a moment.

No, wait.

The scar on my forehead, the battered glasses, and...

"Child, I can't take your measurements unless you raise your arms~"

There was no impatience in the gentle female voice. She simply reminded Harry again, patiently asking him to raise his arms.

"Uh, okay."

Harry nodded and raised his arms. Watching the tape measure work on him by itself, he found the whole thing utterly surreal.

I've been transported into the world of Harry Potter?!

At the shop entrance stood a huge, scruffy-bearded half-giant, accompanying him to buy robes...

Rather than saying this man looked a lot like Hagrid, it would be more accurate to say he looked exactly like Hagrid.

So, by the look of things, I've become Harry in his first year?

Harry nodded, feeling quite pleased.

As long as he hadn't become a Death Eater or one of the already fallen-on-hard-times Acolytes, that was fine.

Becoming Harry was pretty awesome.

He just had to follow Dumbledore without thinking, finish the main quest, and then he could enjoy life as a wealthy man~

Harry certainly hadn't forgotten the Potter family fortune!

Besides, before sixth year, Dumbledore was practically invincible throughout the world. Generally speaking, Harry wouldn't be in danger...

Well, even if there is danger, I'll always pull through. At least I won't drop dead. I can accept that.

But...

"[Spellbook]"? What's this thing in my head?

Harry fiddled with it for a few seconds but failed to figure out what the thing in his mind was for.

Forget it. I'll deal with it later. For now, I'll follow Hagrid and finish today's itinerary. Best not to let anything go wrong...

Please don't let anything go wro-

"Hey, are you going to Hogwarts too?"

Harry had only just wrapped himself in his own little cocoon of prayers when he heard a clear female voice.

Yes, a female voice!

That's strange. In the original story, I didn't know any of the girls before starting school, did I?

Could this just be some little everyday scene Auntie Rowling left out?

Harry frowned and turned his head.

Instantly, he felt rather unwell.

Delicate features, smooth, long platinum-blond hair, and that faint arrogance in her expression...

Wait. Apart from the wrong gender, isn't this Draco Malfoy?!

"Ah, yes."

Harry answered slowly. He still wasn't entirely sure, so he had to keep checking.

"Oh, that's good. My mother's next door buying my textbooks, and my father's gone to Ollivander's to buy me a wand."

"It's awful, you know. They actually forbid first years from bringing broomsticks! I swear, I'm going to force my father to buy me one and then sneak it in!"

Malfoy waved her hand firmly, but Madam Malkin's voice soon rang out as well:

"Don't fidget, Miss Malfoy, or don't blame me if your measurements turn out wrong."

"Ah, oh, okay."

At Madam Malkin's words, Malfoy deflated a little, her fair little face flushing slightly.

"By the way, are you one of us too?"

"Huh?"

Harry was still a little dazed. Honestly, the setting of this Hogwarts world felt so deranged that he barely recognized it.

Wait, since when was Malfoy a girl?

Has he really become a Miss Malfoy?

What even is all this?!

"Come on, I mean, are your parents wizards too?"

Malfoy instinctively folded her arms, then realized she was being measured and hurriedly spread them again.

You know, Malfoy really is quite pretty...

"Yes."

Harry nodded honestly. He certainly wasn't lying about that.

Malfoy hadn't asked whether they were pure-blood wizards.

If she just meant his parents, Lily Evans and James Potter were both wizards. There was no question about that.

"Oh, then we're the same sort. By the way, have you thought about which house you'll be sorted into?"

Yep, a classic Malfoy question.

Naturally, what followed was just like the original story: Malfoy kept praising Slytherin while disparaging Hufflepuff.

Harry took the opportunity to quickly sort through his memories, trying not to show anything out of the ordinary so he wouldn't look abnormal.

Good grief. Being transported here is one thing, but how did Malfoy's gender get reversed too, turning him into a girl?!

Tsk, what a pain...

Judging by the original story's descriptions, pretty much everything Malfoy did was honestly rather unlikable...

But if Draco was a little girl, well, that changed things...

At that thought, Harry found Malfoy much easier on the eyes.

He had to admit that not only was the current Malfoy pretty, but her haughty, prickly air also made her look rather cute.

Especially that smooth blond hair. It didn't look remotely greasy.

Forget it. I'm already here. At worst, I just won't make an enemy of her, and I'll try to make my own life a little more peaceful.

That was what Harry thought, and that was what he did.

Whatever Malfoy said, Harry absentmindedly murmured his agreement a couple of times, leaving the proud Miss Malfoy very satisfied.

Excellent. Someone's already acknowledged my views!

Here's someone worth making friends with. In that case...

"By the way, what's your surname?"

After talking for so long, Malfoy was a little thirsty. Her bright eyes glanced curiously at Harry.

Perhaps it was because of his fringe, but Malfoy hadn't spotted the scar on Harry's forehead, missing the chance to make friends with him ahead of time.

The proud Miss Malfoy was now going to ask Harry his name!

"I..."

Before Harry could get the words out, Madam Malkin called him away.

"Sorry, I have to go."

"That's all right. See you at Hogwarts!"

With that arrogant drawl, Malfoy called out her farewell to Harry, then turned away as well.

I'm in a great mood. What lovely weather today.

After collecting his robes, Harry glanced back at Malfoy again.

Oh, crap. I haven't just eaten too many mushrooms. The world really is like this...

Still, he didn't know whether it was because Malfoy's gender had changed.

Harry felt that Malfoy's drawl actually sounded quite normal. There was nothing particularly irritating about it...

How should I put it? Everything seems pretty okay?