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The Polyjuice Potion
"Hangon,"saidHarryasRonandHermionereachedfortheirglasses. "We’dbetternotalldrinktheminhere... OnceweturnintoCrabbeandGoylewewon’tfit. AndMillicentBulstrode’snopixie."
"Goodthinking,"saidRon,unlockingthedoor. "We’lltakeseparatestalls."
CarefulnottospilladropofhisPolyjuicePotion,Harryslippedintothemiddlestall.
"Ready?"hecalled.
"Ready,"cameRon’sandHermione’svoices.
"One-two-three—"
Pinchinghisnose,Harrydrankthepotiondownintwolargegulps. Ittastedlikeovercookedcabbage.
Immediately,hisinsidesstartedwrithingasthoughhe’djustswallowedlivesnakes -doubledup,hewonderedwhetherhewasgoingtobesick -thenaburningsensationspreadrapidlyfromhisstomachtotheveryendsofhisfingersandtoes -next,bringinghimgaspingtoallfours,cameahorriblemeltingfeeling,astheskinalloverhisbodybubbledlikehotwax -andbeforehiseyes,hishandsbegantogrow,thefingersthickened,thenailsbroadened,theknuckleswerebulginglikebolts -hisshouldersstretchedpainfullyandapricklingonhisforeheadtoldhimthathairwascreepingdowntowardhiseyebrows-hisrobesrippedashischestexpandedlikeabarrelburstingitshoops -hisfeetwereagonyinshoesfoursizestoosmall.
Assuddenlyasithadstarted,everythingstopped. Harrylayfacedownonthestone-coldfloor,listeningtoMyrtlegurglingmoroselyintheendtoilet. Withdifficulty,hekickedoffhisshoesandstoodup. Sothiswaswhatitfeltlike,beingGoyle.
