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

For the first dinner after returning to school after Christmas, all the students gathered in the auditorium. They either chatted with their friends about the little interesting things that happened during Christmas or showed off the gifts they received.

"Pansy, how are your relatives doing?" Ron loved these gossips the most. He was eager to know the follow-up.

"Hmph, they are all timid in front of me and dare not say a word. They must be intimidated by my domineering attitude." Pansy flicked her hair and said casually.

She had a domineering demeanor, but it didn't make people feel annoyed. "I just opened the gift Draco gave me in front of them, and they all surrounded me like dogs smelling a bone."

"Your compliments make me want to vomit. It's as if my only purpose is to marry a powerful and nice man." Pansy's eyes were filled with sarcasm.

Then she explained to Draco, "Oh, of course, baby, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you and I are not attracted to each other." She was also very tactful and cherished her life.

"Draco, what's wrong with you? You've been absent-minded since the beginning." Blaise was very observant and noticed that Draco and Harry were both a little absent-minded since they met.

He looked around and noticed something was wrong. "Why aren't the professors here?"

"They... um..." Harry really didn't know how to explain it, fortunately Headmaster Dumbledore should be here soon.

"Are you hiding something from us?" Although it was a question, Hermione said it with certainty.

"You will soon..." I know... Before Draco could finish his words, the door of the auditorium was opened again, and almost all the students looked over.

Standing in the middle was a red-haired beauty with a casual smile on her face as she walked in leisurely.

Following behind was a young witch who looked somewhat familiar. She had black hair tied into a high bun, wore a dark green robe, had a pretty face and a serious expression.

Then came the familiar Professor Flitwick, only he looked a little younger and waved to everyone gracefully.

Behind Professor Flitwick followed a witch with a round face. She was a little chubby and looked very cute. Her eyes curved like crescent moons when she smiled, and her long gray curly hair was tied into a braid and hung on one side.

The last person to come in was a young man who looked slightly older than a freshman. He was wearing a hood so his expression couldn't be seen clearly. All that could be seen was his white chin, his tightly pursed red lips, and a wisp of black hair sticking out from under his hood.

In fact, everyone had an absurd guess when they saw Professor Flitwick, but no one dared to say it out loud.

Until the red-haired man sat in the principal's seat, and the others also sat in the seats of the four deans.

After a few seconds of silence, the entire hall erupted in an uproar. Dumbledore ignored them, watching with a smile. After all, the young wizards had to let off some steam, didn't he?

"Is this the reason why you are absent-minded?" Pansy and the others reacted faster than anyone else, and now they all had expressions that shocked the whole family for a hundred years.

Wasn't Dumbledore so handsome when he was young? Pansy felt inexplicably outshined.

Ron's attention was on the hooded boy sitting at the Slytherin Headmaster's seat.

"That person, can't be..." He stuttered a little. This change is too big, right?

Harry nodded heavily. "The Godfather accidentally swallowed Draco's potion. I estimate this condition will last for about five days." This was the excuse they had agreed upon.

Things like awakening cannot be discussed.

If a person without elven blood takes the druid potion, it will only allow him to maintain the ability to communicate with animals and plants for one year, and of course he will also grow pointed elven ears.

Draco diluted the remaining nine bottles of potion so that the potion's effectiveness would last just enough for a day.

Everyone who has used it says it’s good, Grindelwald gives you a thumbs up.

Draco was certain that the only family with elven blood was the Prince family, there was no doubt about that.

"It's over." Ron was in a heavy mood and even had trouble eating.

Blaise was curious about how Ron could possibly not eat. "Why do you say that?"

Hermione and the others had the same question. Accidentally swallowing a potion wasn't a big deal. Ron felt like the sky was falling.

"First, Professor Snape is a Potions Master," Ron explained to them. "Second, Harry and Draco are his godsons. Finally, we are Harry and Draco's friends."

Pansy and Neville were confused, but Hermione and Blaise seemed to be thinking about something.

"You mean it's almost impossible for a Potions Master to accidentally ingest a potion, unless it's someone he trusts." Blaise glanced meaningfully at Harry and Draco.

"Since he is someone you trust, Professor Snape is notoriously partial and will definitely be reluctant to punish the culprit." Hermione continued in tacit understanding.

"So the unlucky ones are those of us who are close to the culprit." Ron concluded sadly.

Pansy pondered for a moment, as if she had made up her mind. "Let's break up for five days, Draco, Harry."

Hermione and the others nodded in agreement.

"I brought the projector and discs. Fully charged." Draco said calmly.

"But this is too cruel to Draco and Harry. I am willing to fight alongside them." Pansy changed her tone and said righteously.

They had always heard Ron talk about Draco's magical playroom and the various unheard-of things inside, and they were already extremely curious.

"I'm willing to sacrifice for our friendship." Bryce said tragically, as if he was going to die in the next second.

It made everyone laugh.

"Ding ding—" Dumbledore knocked on the cup, giving himself a loud sound.

"Children, please be quiet for a moment," Dumbledore said, smiling at the students. "Perhaps many young wizards are curious about the changes in the professors. May I ask a few words?"

Faced with the shock of the beauty's face, the Hogwarts students nodded in unison and fell silent.

"First, let me reintroduce our professors to you. Oh, I don't think I need an introduction." His humor effectively dispelled the somewhat dull atmosphere in the auditorium.

"Professor McGonagall." The serious witch looked sharp. She stood up and saluted, and her youthful face did not make her less intimidating.

"Professor Flitwick." The perfect Head of Ravenclaw saluted gracefully. The Ravenclaw students who knew him best noticed that he seemed to have grown a few centimeters taller, and he was subtly showing off.

"Professor Sprout." The lovely and gentle witch stood up and waved warmly to everyone. Every student at the Hufflepuff table waved back enthusiastically, which made Professor Sprout's smile even brighter.

"Professor Snape." He paused. "Of course, our Professor Snape is a little different from his original appearance now because he accidentally took the potion, but he will be back to normal soon. Please always remember that he is your professor."

Dumbledore blinked, his smile growing noticeably wider.

Snape took off his hood with a dark face and stood up. He glanced around the hall. Wherever he looked, there was silence.

He nodded with satisfaction. Good, his deterrent power was still there.

His mood was strangely better, and he didn't put his hood back on to cover himself after sitting down.

Only then did the students dare to whisper. Although he couldn't hear clearly due to the noise in the auditorium, they were probably saying that he was as gloomy and difficult to mess with as always.

But what he didn't hear were the students' quiet exclamations of cuteness.

Who would understand? When tiny Professor Snape looked at me with his head held high and proud, he had pointed elf ears, an expression very similar to a cat, and the clear and childish snorts from the boy before his voice changed.

I won’t tell you who got hit in the heart.

Another day of envying Slytherin.

How come their academy only produces different types of cat-like handsome guys?

Hermione and the others were sitting relatively far back, listening to all the comments. They all lowered their heads in a gesture of repentance, but in reality, they were trying hard to suppress the smiles that could not be suppressed.

"Ahem, calm down, kids, and let me, an old man, finish what I'm saying." Dumbledore interrupted the students' conversation.

But it is really unacceptable for him to say such things with this face.

"The next step is the most important one." Dumbledore became serious.

"With the support of the Malfoy family, the school will distribute a divine potion developed by Professor Snape to all current teachers, administrators, and students. It can stimulate your body's potential and repair physical damage."

He dropped a bombshell that immediately silenced the auditorium.

A divine gift? A potion? Could this be the reason the headmaster and his men had become like this? Those with quick minds had already figured it out, while those with slower minds only knew that it was right to listen to Dumbledore. The headmaster wouldn't harm them.

Some little wizards have already planned to inform their families, but is it really that simple?

Dumbledore was not worried at all. The magic circle of Hogwarts was completely modified by Narcissa, and this situation was also included in it. Without Dumbledore's permission, it would be impossible for anyone to tell it or write it down.

Narcissa's inspiration came from the contract book made by Draco.

"Having told you the news you've all been waiting for, there's another piece of good news. Because the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is vacant, we've specially found a master in this field."

"Mr. Gattegrin from Durmstrang. Let us welcome him!"

The few people who knew about it couldn't help but twitch their lips. Isn't this cover-up too sloppy?

The blond man with heterochromia slowly walked in. It was indeed Grindelwald. He didn't even bother to pretend.

"I'm Gator Green, the professor of your next Defense Against the Dark Arts class." He was very frugal with his words and had a cold expression. After the introduction, he walked over to Dumbledore and took a seat.

The two of them were whispering very close to each other, and many girls had strange lights in their eyes.

From time to time, there were strange laughs. The faces of some of the boys among them gradually became strange, and after 10 minutes, they joined in.