After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

"It's a potion that can transform. I call it the Druid potion." Draco suddenly remembered it when he looked at his godfather.

The Godfather seems to be a wood element, right? He's been trying to figure out what Christmas gift to give him. He originally wanted to give him some rare medicinal herbs. But then, an idea suddenly struck him. He decided to prepare a potion that could transform him into an elf. He'd definitely be very happy.

"Transfiguration? Druid?..." Harry pondered. As everyone knew, Draco's potions never worked the way he said they would.

"Is it the kind of elf in fairy tales?" Harry saw Draco nod, and the idea became more certain.

"The spirit that can manipulate trees and communicate with all things?"

Then the effect of this potion will be quite powerful, and countless explorers, zoologists, and botanists will come in droves and spend a huge sum of money to buy it.

"Let me see." Snape was about to reach out to take it, but was blocked by Draco. He was a little surprised, but his face did not show it. "What's wrong? Don't you want to experiment?" He was a little disappointed.

"No, this potion is absolutely fine. Godfather can't touch it today." Draco saw the disappointment that flashed across Snape's face. "Because this is a Christmas gift for Godfather. You can't have it until tomorrow morning."

Harry smiled secretly. After all, it was made of wood, and it was obvious that it was prepared for his godfather.

Snape laughed and wondered if he was too relaxed to notice this little trick.

But...there's nothing wrong with that, right?

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room. Draco jumped out of bed eagerly and happily began to unwrap the gifts from his family and friends. These gifts were carefully delivered by the house elves, and each package was filled with a strong festive atmosphere.

Draco excitedly opened the first gift box, which contained a set of exquisite magic books, clearly carefully selected by Hermione. Next came a large bag of candy from Ron, which made Draco burst out laughing. There were also precious magical items from Lucius and Narcissa, and exquisite jewelry from Pansy... Each gift was imbued with the unique style and care of each person.

"The gifts I prepared won't be bad either!" Draco thought proudly. He carefully put all the gifts away, carefully placing them in his own space, cherishing them as a treasure trove of beautiful memories.

Later, Draco took advantage of the morning's quiet time to quietly enter the system library and took out an ancient book titled "The Secrets of Human Alchemy" to read. This book was like a mysterious treasure trove, attracting him to explore the secrets within.

Just as Draco was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, a gentle knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. He placed his book on the bedside table and stood up to open the door. Standing outside was Harry, who came to call him to have breakfast together.

Draco and Harry walked down the long corridor, sharing the gifts they had received. Harry was very happy, and he listened to Draco with a smile, responding from time to time.

Downstairs, except for Snape, everyone else was already sitting at the dining table, including a big black dog.

However, there were two handsome men at the table whom I didn't know.

A tall, slender man with a head of fiery red hair was sitting there. He heard footsteps and slowly turned his head, looking at Harry and Draco with a pair of blue eyes.

Harry and Draco were both drawn to his gaze, which was irresistible. However, when they met his gaze, they found that the gentleness in his eyes made them feel relaxed and comfortable.

The handsome man sitting next to him leaned on the red-haired man's shoulder, his unruly blond and red hair tangled together, and his heterochromatic eyes looked very familiar, reminding Harry and Draco of their teacher, Grindelwald.

No way? If this is Grindelwald, then... Harry stopped thinking.

"Oh, the children are here, Merry Christmas, Draco, Harry." The red-haired man saw Harry and Draco, and a warm smile appeared on his beautiful face.

"Headmaster?!" Harry and Draco shouted in unison.

Huh? Dumbledore?

The two looked at each other, unsure what to do. What was going on? Why was Headmaster Dumbledore here? And in his younger form?

Dumbledore looked at them with a smile, his eyes revealing a sly smile of a successful prank: "Don't be nervous, children. This is the result of the potion. What do you think of me when I was young?"

Harry and Draco exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat awkward. They simply couldn't connect the beautiful, handsome man before them with Dumbledore, who usually wore peculiar bows.

"Um... Headmaster, you were really beautiful when you were young." Draco stammered.

"Yes, Headmaster, you were quite a handsome man when you were young," Harry agreed.

Dumbledore laughed, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Haha, thank you for the compliment. But I am old now."

Without even moving his head, he reached out his hand and, smiling, pushed Grindelwald's head aside. "Gale, it's itchy."

Grindelwald was a little unhappy about this, but he held back his anger and just glared at the two children. However, when he saw the still confused Draco, he snorted coldly but didn't say anything more.

After the shock, a strong curiosity surged in their hearts. After Draco and Harry greeted Lucius and Narcissa, they chose to sit on either side of Dumbledore and Grindelwald respectively.

"Principal, teachers. How do you feel after drinking this potion? In terms of appearance... well, forget about this question. Then, are there any changes in your magical powers? And what about your physical condition? Specifically, what does it feel like?" This was a question asked by Draco, who was very curious about the effects of the potion.

After all, Ron and the others are not the best references because they are still in their growth stage and have not yet reached their most perfect state.

In comparison, the well-known Dumbledore and Grindelwald are more valuable for reference.

"Well, it felt a little sweet when I drank it, and then my body started to feel hot, but I didn't feel uncomfortable." Dumbledore said in a gentle tone, as if he was recalling a wonderful experience.

It was indeed beautiful. Feeling his body recovering its vitality and his magic power surging made Dumbledore a little obsessed. Fortunately, he stopped himself from thinking too much in time. He was old and shouldn't think about anything else.

He also released some magic, allowing Draco to feel the wonder of it. Draco widened his eyes, curiously feeling the power, and silently simulating and analyzing it in his mind.

No matter how bizarre the questions Draco asked, Dumbledore always patiently answered them, giving him the most detailed and accurate answers. The conversation between them was smooth and natural, without any impatience or perfunctory.

I have to say, with this gentle look coupled with his current appearance, even Wenda Rosier would have to say that Grindelwald's defeat was not unfair.

Question Grindelwald, become Grindelwald.

Dumbledore and Draco were having a great time talking to each other, but Grindelwald seemed a little lonely and resentful.

Although he wasn't petty enough to be jealous of an 11-year-old, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart when he saw that Dumbledore completely ignored him.

He thought about the news from his men that Dumbledore, after regaining his youth, had first visited the Malfoys, and his resentment intensified. Was Al still planning to go to Hogwarts? The Hog's Head?

It turns out that if a person knows that they have the ability to predict the future, it is best to avoid overthinking about it, because doing so often makes those bad premonitions more likely to come true.

Harry patted his teacher comfortingly, unable to bear the sight. Wasn't the resentful look on her face too obvious? He guessed everyone except Draco could sense the resentment.

"Teacher, why are you here too?" Harry knew the Malfoys had invited Dumbledore. While he hadn't been much help, he had at least saved Regulus. Their previous forced interactions had become a somewhat closer acquaintance. After all, they had seen Dumbledore's transformation.

It's not that I didn't invite Grindelwald, my teacher. But, didn't Grindelwald clearly refuse a few days ago?

Grindelwald glanced at Harry unhappily. "I'm full, so I have nothing to do, okay?"

After being together for a long time, he no longer put on airs in front of Draco and Harry. They often made appointments to watch anime together. Sometimes when they got angry, they would speak to each other quite rudely.

"Of course no problem...Puchi, hahaha." Harry couldn't help laughing. He guessed that the teacher thought the headmaster would spend Christmas with him and therefore rejected the invitation. He didn't expect that Headmaster Dumbledore couldn't wait to come to Malfoy Manor after testing the effect of the potion.

Dumbledore turned his back to Grindelwald, a smile flashing in his eyes.

There were obvious sounds of footsteps and clothes rubbing against each other on the stairs, and it was obvious that he was in a very bad mood.

Everyone looked towards the restaurant entrance at the same time, and their eyes widened the moment they saw who was coming.

Draco's fork tinkled onto the plate, but no one noticed.