Mr. Potter:
We have received a report that you used a hovering charm in your quarters at 5:12 this evening.
As you know, underage wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school, and if you do so again, you may be expelled from the school (Ordinance for the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards, 1875, Section 3).
Also remember that according to Section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-magical members (Muggles) is a serious offense.
Have a good summer!
Mafalda Hopkirk,
Ministry of Magic, Department of Abuse of Magic
When Damon woke Harry up, he saw such a letter, and a sickly Harry - he looked like he was hit hard.
"Well, I think this is a misunderstanding. It's obvious that it was Dobby the house-elf who cast the spell, not you."
Damon thought for a while whether to write a letter to Amelia to explain the situation, but finally gave up - this matter is actually nothing at the moment, until Harry was warned by the Ministry of Magic for the third time, the matter became serious, and even directly put Harry in the Wizengamot Court.
Although this time, Harry was indeed wronged - it was Dobby the house-elf who cast the spell, and the design of the trace thread was obviously problematic. It could only detect the traces of casting within a certain range, but could not locate the individual.
In the end, Harry received a warning in vain.
This incident also reminded Damon again that no matter how incompetent and stupid the Ministry of Magic was, it still had an official background, and it was still easy to make trouble for others, which made him want to take control of the Ministry of Magic even more.
But for Harry, Damon's trust seemed to be far more important than the warning of the Ministry of Magic.
He immediately recovered his spirit - it was just a warning anyway, and nothing happened now, right?
"Where are we going now?"
Harry had forgotten all his worries after leaving the manor and getting in the car - what else could he be dissatisfied with?
In the next summer vacation, he would not have to live in the Dursleys' house! As long as this was satisfied, he would be willing to wander the streets with Damon!
"I have already said hello in advance. Now we will go directly to Ron's house. By the way, your luggage is in the back of the car. My secretary brought it from the Dursleys for you. See if you have missed anything?"
Harry turned his head and saw his books and tools. He said happily:
"Great, then I can finish my homework at Ron's house! Damon -"
Harry was almost at a loss for what to do with Damon's attentiveness - it would be great if he could repay Damon.
"Oh - it looks like you really want to repay me?"
"You - how do you know - if I can, I will definitely do it!"
Harry clenched his fists and clenched them in front of his chest, as if to express his determination!
"Very good, then we will take a detour, do you mind?"
"What - what do you mean."
Harry did not expect that Damon could actually use him?
Then, he began to look forward to it - really - he would be willing to sacrifice his life for Damon now!
If Damon could use him! That would be great! He would do it desperately.
"Da-Damon?"
Harry's determination remained until the Mercedes stopped in front of a photo studio.
"Lend me your mother's photo album."
"What do you want that for?"
Harry became more and more uneasy.
He saw Damon pull out one of the photos, and gently wipe it, and the smiling expression of his mother on it froze and no longer changed - "I just covered it with a layer of restraints, and I will untie it when I am done. Don't worry."
Harry nodded, looking at the tall and luxurious door in front of him, and followed Damon timidly.
As soon as he opened the door, the mellow aroma of coffee and the pleasant incense rushed into his nose. Harry lowered his head and looked around, and saw that the wall was decorated with beautifully framed photos, and a warm welcome sounded in his ears.
"Mr. White, you are so punctual."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I'm in a hurry. Show me your professionalism."
Harry saw Damon handing a photo of his mother to the silver-haired lady in a business suit. The other party's temperament reminded Harry of Professor McGonagall, who was equally elegant, but with a smile like a spring breeze.
"Don't worry, everything is ready!"
Before Harry could speak, he was taken into a spacious and bright dressing room.
Professional shadowless lights illuminated the room as bright as day. The walls were covered with posters of fashion magazines. The makeup artist with a fragrant smell stood behind him and quickly used various eyebrow powder brushes to gently apply on his face.
"Please don't move."
A clear and pleasant voice sounded in his ears. Harry collected his mind and his body was as tight as a piece of wood.
His eyebrows became light and thin, his skin became several shades whiter, and he put on orange lipstick on his lips, which softened the whole facial contour.
Harry kept his eyes closed during the process until he felt that his hair seemed to be entangled by some kind of restraint. He subconsciously opened his eyes and almost screamed - why is the person in the mirror a girl? !
"Don't move, don't move, it will be done soon, the last step." The
makeup artist gently comforted him, and an assistant beside him brought an orange-red wig and put it on his head. Harry's nose was buzzing, and the pleasant smell of perfume went straight into his nose, but it was not pungent at all.
"Okay, it's done~"
They clapped their hands and gently "pushed" Harry up. Harry saw that they took out various dresses, student uniforms, and even shabby workers' clothes. Harry finally couldn't help but screaming in fear!
"Damon! Damon! Save me!"
His brain couldn't understand all this! What happened!
"Oh - the last step?"
Damon walked into the dressing room and saw Harry, who looked more girlish than a girl. He laughed and clapped his hands. "Not bad, not bad! Harry, you are such a beauty! If you were a girl, I would definitely date you!"
"This is not a question of whether to date or not!"
Harry pushed away the beautiful sister who had unbuttoned his shirt and shouted at Damon:
"What are they going to do to me? What are you going to do to me? Are you going to make me wear women's clothes?! Is this what you call thank you?"
"Yes, Harry, I hope you can wear women's clothes for once and take some photos. This will be the best reward for me."
"This is ridiculous! Damon, why!"
Harry complained, but his hands stopped struggling - if this is what Damon wanted, although he didn't understand, he would accept it.
Of course! Only this time!
Harry put on a blue floral dress, which felt like a style that only his grandmother would wear, but Damon seemed to have seen some miracle and clapped his hands again and again.
"Click, click, click, click!"
The shutter sounds echoed in the air like dense drumbeats.
The photographer was a middle-aged man with a beard. The Hasselblad camera in his hand was very expensive. The lens moved back and forth on Harry's body, looking for the best angle.
"Pay attention to your body language, smile naturally, and imagine that you are in the good old days."
Harry showed a far-fetched smile, and the light in his eyes gradually lost its luster.
"Yes, yes, imagine you and our half-blood prince walking in the fields. He will definitely be fascinated by you, man!"
After the long shooting, Harry was exhausted physically and mentally. He slumped on the leather sofa, like a salted fish who had lost his dream.
"Man, think about it from another angle. You will see more photos of your mother in the future."
Damon threw a few sample photos in front of Harry's chest. He picked them up in a daze, a little absent-minded.
He seemed to look like his mother, especially his eyes. No, it must be because of the magical makeup!
"Very similar, isn't it? After they finish post-processing, the effect will be so real that it can be mistaken for the real thing."
Damon looked at the thousands of negatives in the computer and nodded with satisfaction - he could then use magic to process them, and these photos combined together would be a vivid, moving Lily.
Professor Snape, this great gift must give you an unexpected surprise!
"Okay, buddy, cheer up and change your clothes, we should go to Ron's."
Thinking of going to Ron's house, Harry barely recovered his spirits - fortunately, Damon did not intend to let him go to Ron's house in women's clothes.
Otherwise, he would really refuse!
Harry staggered behind Damon, not forgetting to put the negatives into his photo album - that's mom, not me.
He said to himself.
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