Witcher at Hogwarts

The little wizards who stayed at school for Christmas also arrived one after another, and the auditorium suddenly became noisy. Ron, Harry and Hermione arrived in the auditorium early, firstly to finish their meal early and implement their plan. The second is to occupy the favorable terrain and find the location closest to the food.

Seeing Ethan sitting on the professor's chair whom he had not seen for a long time, Ron excitedly waved his new wand towards Ethan, expressing that he liked Ethan's gift. Hermione and Harry also nodded happily at Ethan. Nod in greeting.

The other students also saw Ethan, and they looked at him with admiration. After all, according to rumors, Ethan was the man who defeated three fire dragons.

"It seems that you are very popular among the students, Professor Ethan." Dumbledore smiled and talked to Ethan.

Ethan hurriedly humbled himself and said that everything was the result of Dumbledore and the school, and that he had only made some small contributions that were not worth mentioning. Dumbledore did not expect that Ethan would say the same thing, and his smile suddenly condensed. On the face.

The Christmas dinner finally began, and Dumbledore led them in singing several of his favorite Christmas carols. Percy didn't notice that Fred had cast a spell, causing the words on his prefect badge to read "Stupid". Melon", and stupidly kept asking everyone what they were laughing at. Draco Malfoy, sitting at the Slytherin table, made gruff comments about Harry's new sweater, which Harry didn't mind. With any luck, Malfoy would be punished within a few hours.

Harry and Ron had just finished their third helping of Christmas pudding when Hermione led them out of the Great Hall to put their plans for the evening into action.

At this time, Ethan was sitting on the professor's chair, concentrating on a piece of grilled and greasy pork chop, and did not notice the trio sneaking out of the auditorium.

The first phase of Harry, Hermione and Ron's actions went very smoothly. After Christmas tea, they sneaked into the empty hall and waited for Crabbe and Goyle, who were left alone at the Slytherin table and devoured their fourth trifle. Harry had put the chocolate cake on the table. At the edge of the railing. When they saw Crabbe and Goyle walking out of the Great Hall, Harry and Ron hurriedly hid behind a suit of armor next to the main entrance.

"How stupid you are!" Ron said ecstatically. He saw Crabbe happily pointing the cake to Goyle and grabbing it in his hand. They grinned and stuffed the whole cake into their big mouths. For a moment, the two of them chewed greedily, their faces looking triumphant. Then, without seeing any change in their expressions, they turned over backward and fell to the floor.

The hardest thing to do was to hide Crabbe and Goyle in the cupboard across the hall. However, after a while, they finally stayed safely among the mop and bucket. Harry quickly pulled out two short, thick hairs from Goyle's forehead, while Ron also pulled out several hairs from Crabbe's head. They also stole Crabbe and Goyle's shoes because their own shoes couldn't fit Crabbe and Goyle's big feet. Then, they quickly ran to the women's bathroom, still reeling from what they had just done.

Hermione was still stirring the cauldron in the small cubicle, and thick black smoke was rising from the pot, making it almost impossible for them to see anything. Harry and Ron pulled their robes up over their faces and knocked softly on the door.

"Hermione?"

They heard the sharp jingle of the door lock, and Hermione appeared, her face shining with anxiety. Behind her, they heard the bubbling, syrupy-thick potion gurgling. Three tumblers were already on the toilet seat.

"Did you get it?" Hermione asked breathlessly.

Harry showed her Goyle's hair.

"Very well, I stole these changes of clothes from the laundry room," Hermione said, holding up a small bag. "You will need to wear larger sizes when you become Crabbe and Goyle."

Harry and Ron looked at a large pot of dark, viscous, muddy Polyjuice Potion with some embarrassment. They really didn't want to drink this kind of stuff into their mouths.

Hermione nervously took out the "Powerful Potion" and read the information about making Polyjuice Potion carefully. She breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that all the steps were correct.

"It's absolutely fine. After we drink it, we can change back to ourselves for a full hour." Hermione said seriously.

"What now?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"We divide it into three cups and add the hair in."

Hermione scooped up large dollops of the soup with a long-handled spoon and poured it into each glass. Then, with trembling hands, she poured Millicent's hair from the bottle into the first glass.

The decoction made a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, and was foaming vigorously. After a second, it turned an ugly yellow color.

Hermione looked at the strangely colored soup, as if she thought of something bad, and couldn't help but retched.

"Millicent's Hair" Ron felt a little chilly as he looked at the bubbling polyjuice potion. Thinking that he was about to drink this kind of thing, Ron already felt faintly nauseous.

"Okay, now it's time to join you." Hermione's voice was trembling a little. She had not yet recovered from her nausea. She now regretted eating so much for dinner.

Harry put Goyle's hair into the middle cup, and Ron put Crabbe's hair into the last cup. Both glasses fizzed and bubbled; Goyle's turned a tank-like khaki color, Crabbe's a dark, dark brown.

Ron and Harry reached for their glasses. "Wait a minute," said Hermione, "we'd better not all drink here. Once you become Crabbe and Goyle, there won't be enough space here. Millicent is not a dainty person either."

"That makes sense." Ron said, opening the door, "Let's each occupy a private room."

The three little wizards held their potions tremblingly, each chose a single room and walked in.

"Are you ready?" he shouted.

"Ready." came the voices of Ron and Hermione.

"one two three--"

Harry pinched his nose and swallowed the potion in two mouthfuls. It tastes like overcooked cabbage.

The transformation process was not very comfortable. Harry felt his internal organs begin to churn, as if he had just swallowed several live snakes. "What's going on? Did the transformation fail?" Harry thought in his mind, and suddenly, there was a burning sensation. The feeling spread rapidly from his stomach throughout his body, reaching to his fingers and toes. Then there was a terrible melting feeling, as if the skin all over his body was bubbling like hot wax, which made him lie on the ground panting; Harry watched helplessly as his hands began to grow in size, Fingers thicken, nails widen, knuckles bulge like bolts.

His shoulders began to stretch, causing him excruciating pain; the pinpricks of pain in his forehead told him that the hair was creeping toward his eyebrows; and as his chest swelled, his robes burst as if The bucket broke the iron hoop; his feet were squeezed into shoes four sizes too small, and it was painful...