Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Polyjuice Potion
"Hermione?"
TheyheardthescrapeofthelockandHermioneemerged,shiny-facedandlookinganxious. Behindhertheyheardthegloopgloopofthebubbling,glutinouspotion. Threeglasstumblersstoodreadyonthetoiletseat.
"Didyougetthem?"Hermioneaskedbreathlessly.
HarryshowedherGoyle’shair.
"Good.AndIsneakedthesesparerobesoutofthelaundry,"Hermionesaid,holdingupasmallsack. "You’llneedbiggersizesonceyou’reCrabbeandGoyle."
Thethreeofthemstaredintothecauldron. Closeup,thepotionlookedlikethick,darkmud,bubblingsluggishly.
"I’msureI’vedoneeverythingright,"saidHermione,nervouslyrereadingthesplotchedpageofMostePotentePotions. "Itlookslikethebooksaysitshould... oncewe’vedrunkit,we’llhaveexactlyanhourbeforewechangebackintoourselves."
"Nowwhat?"Ronwhispered.
"Weseparateitintothreeglassesandaddthehairs."
Hermioneladledlargedollopsofthepotionintoeachoftheglasses. Then,herhandtrembling,sheshookMillicentBulstrode’shairoutofitsbottleintothefirstglass.
Thepotionhissedloudlylikeaboilingkettleandfrothedmadly. Asecondlater,ithadturnedasicksortofyellow.
"Urgh-essenceofMillicentBulstrode,"saidRon,eyeingitwithloathing. "Betittastesdisgusting."
"Addyours,then,"saidHermione.
HarrydroppedGoyle’shairintothemiddleglassandRonputCrabbe’sintothelastone. Bothglasseshissedandfrothed: Goyle’sturnedthekhakicolorofabooger,Crabbe’sadark,murkybrown.
