Chapter 1,222

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"So, Harry, now all you need to do is give us some of your hair." Vanlin said, "We don't have much time to hesitate. The Death Eaters will soon notice the changes here."

"Changes, you mean, you have been discovered?"

"There is always a way." Vanlin frowned and said, "So..."

Harry hesitated for a moment, he looked up and saw Hermione's eyes, and then immediately looked away.

"So, Harry... please give me some of your hair." Vanlin said solemnly.

Harry looked at Ron again, who was deliberately making faces at him.

Finally, Harry looked at Vanlin again. Vanlin didn't change much, but inexplicably, it made Harry feel like he was facing a professor at Hogwarts. This was probably the change Vanlin had after accepting the work of the Order of the Phoenix?

"Hurry up!" Moody shouted impatiently.

Harry shuddered, and then under everyone's gaze, Harry reached his hand to the top of his head, grabbed a small handful of hair and pulled it off.

"Great," Moody said as he dragged his limping leg towards Harry, pulling out the cork from the bottle, "Please put it in."

Harry threw his hair into the muddy liquid. As soon as the liquid touched his hair, it began to bubble and smoke, and then immediately turned into a clear bright golden color.

"Oh, yours looks much better than Carla and Goyle, Harry." Vanlin said with a smile, "I seem to remember that the gray color of the two of them was really terrible."

"Maybe it's... the taste of carrots..." Ron hesitated, "By the way, Carla and Goyle..."

"Okay, stop your reminiscing," Moody patted Ron's shoulder, "Now, please line up here, fake Potters." Moody said.

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur lined up in front of Aunt Petunia's glimmering sink.

"One more person is missing." Sirius said.

"Let him go." Hagrid grabbed Mungdons by the neck and threw him next to Fleur, saying gruffly.

Fleur wrinkled her nose and stood between Fred and George.

"I'm a warrior, I want to be a protector..." Mungdons said hastily, but he was quickly stopped by the furious Moody.

"Shut up!" Moody shouted at him, "I've told you, spineless thing, every Death Eater wants to catch Potter instead of killing him. Dumbledore always said that You-Know-Who wanted to kill Potter himself. It's the people who protect Potter that need to be worried about, and it's them that the Death Eaters want to kill."

Moody's words didn't seem to reassure Mungdons, but Valin had already taken out six egg-cup-sized cups from his cloak and filled them with the potion.

"Well, now..." Valin hesitated, and Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur, and Mungdons all drank the potion.

As soon as they swallowed the potion, they kept breathing heavily and their faces twisted in pain. Their bodies began to deform like a pile of hot wax; Hermione and Mungdons were growing taller quickly, while Ron, Fred and George's bodies kept shrinking and their hair was getting darker; Hermione and Fleur's hair seemed to be shrinking back to their scalps.

Moody looked indifferent, he just bent down and loosened the mouth of the sack.

When he stood up again, there were six panting Harry Potters standing in front of him.

Fred and George looked at each other for a while and said together: "Wow! We really look exactly the same!"

"But I think I'm still a little more handsome." Fred said, looking at his own reflection in the teapot.

"Bah," Fleur saw her new look on the microwave door, "Bill, don't look at me, I'm so ugly."

"If you think the clothes are too big, I have smaller ones here." Moody pointed to the first pocket, "There are big ones too, and there are six pairs of glasses in the bag, don't forget to wear them. After you put on your clothes, go to that pocket to get the suitcase."

The real Harry thought this was the weirdest thing he had ever seen, even though he had seen a lot of weird things before: he watched six people rummaging through the sack, taking out sets of clothes, changing into pairs of glasses, and throwing away their own things.

Hmm... blue underwear... that's Fleur's style, as for the pink one...

"Maybe I can help you mix some potions, Hermione!" Vanlin said, and stuffed Hermione's changed clothes into his pocket.

"What?"

"I mean..."

"Are you sure?"

Looking at Hermione with a Harry's face but a frosty face...

Well, Harry's figure is still pretty good!

Fleur screamed at the side, after all, this was a new version that all the women present had never experienced.

Harry saw a group of people... or rather, a group of himself changing clothes without scruples in front of everyone, and what was worse, what the hell was wearing a bra?

"Hey, Bill, help me, this is really too tight..."

"Or, you can..." Harry opened his mouth, he wanted to ask the people in front of him to respect him a little.

But when Hermione took off her pants, I mean, Hermione's changed Harry almost unscrupulously (Vanlin was using clothes to cover it?) took off her original pants, Harry completely gave up this idea.

Well...

This is all self-inflicted. Perhaps it can satisfy some people's dreams, such as standing upright on the toilet...

"I knew the tattoo Ginny was talking about was fake!" Ron said, looking at his chest.

"What tattoo? There are tattoos?" Fleur's voice sounded, and then Harry saw Fleur reaching into her clothes again, "Where is it?"

"I don't..."

"Oh...Harry, your eyesight is really terrible." Hermione said as she put on her glasses. "For the first time, I'm glad I don't have to wear glasses."

"This is all an attempt." Fan Lin added, "Actually, you look pretty good wearing glasses. Maybe next festival..."

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After getting dressed, the fake Harrys all loaded up their rucksacks and owl cages, each containing a fed owl fresh from the second bag.

"Very good," Moody said with satisfaction when he saw all seven of them dressed, wearing glasses and carrying their luggage. "I grouped up like this, Mundungus was in a group with me, riding on a broomstick..."

"Why should I be paired with you?" Harry, the one closest to the door, complained. "Because you are the person who needs monitoring the most!" Moody said mercilessly, and here, his magic eyes never left Mundungus' body.

"Here, I have to remind you, Mr. Mundungus," Fanlin shook his head, "the contract between you and me..."

"What contract?" Hermione wondered.

"Quidditch World Cup!" Harry was the first to react.

"It seems that you should fulfill a small promise. Sorry, this is not a threat, because I can't trust you." Fan Lin shook his head.

"If something goes wrong, I swear, you will regret it." Sirius said with a smile, "Then next..."

"Arthur and Fred..." Moody interjected.

"I'm George," said the Harry Moody was pointing at. "Can't you tell the difference even after we become Harry?"

"I'm sorry, George..."

"Just kidding, I'm actually Fred..."

"Enough!" Moody howled and interrupted, "The other... George or Fred... you and Lupin. Miss Delacour..."

"I'm going to ride the Thestral with Fleur," said Bill. "She doesn't like riding on broomsticks."

Fleur walked up to Bill and gave him a look of resentment and resignation. Harry sincerely hoped that that look would never appear on his face again. It was so terrifying. Harry had never thought that he would have such an expression on his face.

"As for the rest..." Fan Lin frowned, "Hermione is with me, riding Ye Qi, and Ron..."

"Then you'll team up with me, Ron~" Sis waved at him happily, accidentally knocking over a potted plant. But Ron didn't look so happy.

Being protected by Sis made Ron's wizardism somewhat unacceptable.

"Yes, then next, Hagrid!" Fan Lin looked at Hagrid.

"Ah, Harry, we are in a group, right!" Hagrid was a little excited. "We are riding a motorcycle, Harry. The broom and thestrals cannot carry me. But when I sit in the car, the tonnage is too big, so I have to force you to sit in the carriage."

"That's great." Harry replied, not from the bottom of his heart.

"We imagine the Death Eaters thought you could ride a broomstick," Moody said, as if he could see what Harry was thinking, "Snape had plenty of time to tell them everything about you, so if we do hit the Death Eaters, Dead Apostles, I bet they'll pick Potter on a broomstick."

"That's true, but just to be on the safe side..." Fan Lin said, looking at Sirius and Kingsley.

"Sirius is so eye-catching. As Harry's godfather, Sirius will definitely participate in taking over Harry's transfer. And with Sirius's character, he will definitely be recognized as the first choice to protect Harry. Target."

"so..."

Fan Lin glanced at the people around him, "Sirius is following me, and Kingsley, I think I need to trouble you to clear some obstacles to ensure that we can leave here smoothly."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." Kingsley nodded, took out his wand, opened the door first and left Dursley's house.

"But why don't you let Sirius follow me?" Harry asked, feeling a little uneasy.

"That will make the target very clear, boy!" Moody patted Harry on the shoulder, and then looked at Fan Lin, "With the two of them together, I don't think there will be any accidents unless they meet the real owner. "

Fanlin frowned. In fact, he was reluctant to let Sirius follow. As Moody said, that would make the target bigger, which would make Hermione...

"It's okay, I think there's no problem." Hermione said first, looking at Fan Lin's frown, "Maybe we won't be blocked at all!"

"I hope so!" Fan Lin nodded, attracting more Death Eaters to his position. There is no doubt that this will greatly increase the chances of others escaping, but if Voldemort really appears, , these little tricks can't deceive him at all, which is why Fan Lin has been reluctant to accept this plan.

If Voldemort participated in Harry's pursuit, he would be able to quickly locate Harry with his telepathy.

But everything has a glimmer of hope. It would be better to say that Fan Lin is holding on to a sense of luck.

Moody was still the same, not surprised by such risky things. He calmly received everyone's changed clothes into the package.

"We are waiting for Kingsley's signal." Fan Lin said, and took out some gold coins and distributed them to everyone. "With this, we can achieve communication. If we encounter any trouble and can't handle it ourselves, just Crush it."

"D.A's gold coins?"

"I prefer to call it a badge." Fan Lin said, putting a gold coin in Harry's hand, "Especially you, Harry, if you encounter any trouble, you must crush it. Sirius will definitely get there, whether it's for you or Hagrid, the sky is a dangerous place."

"To reiterate, we are not out of control. In any case, it is forbidden to use apparation to reach the safe house, even if it means death!"

"No, I'm different..."

"Everyone wants to do it, Harry!" said Moody.

As he spoke, an unusual beam of light flashed across the night sky. It was Kingsley's signal. It seemed that he had already gotten into trouble with the Death Eaters who were ambushing around him.

"We're ready to go!" Moody said. "Kingsley will attract enough attention."

Harry quickly picked up his backpack, picked up the Firebolt and Hedwig's cage, and followed everyone into the dark backyard.

The broomstick was already eager to soar into the sky, and Fleur also rode on the Thestral with the help of Bill.

Hagrid put on his goggles and was standing next to the motorcycle.

"Is this still Sirius' motorcycle? Really?" Harry glanced at Sirius with some nostalgia, and then at Hagrid.

"No, but they are very similar," Hagrid said cheerfully. "The last time you rode it, I could hold you with one hand, Harry!" Sitting in the carriage, Harry couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed - —because it makes him a few feet shorter than everyone else.

Ron couldn't help but giggle at Harry when he saw Harry sitting in the carriage like a child.

Harry piled his backpack and Firebolts at his feet and held Hedwig's cage between his knees. This position was extremely uncomfortable.

"Arthur modified it," Hagrid said, seeing that Harry was obviously very uncomfortable. Then he got on the motorcycle... making it squeak and sink a few feet. "Now it has some new features. That was my idea."

He pointed his fat finger at a purple button next to the speedometer.

"Be careful, Hagrid," said Mr. Weasley, standing next to them with a broom in hand. "That doesn't work very well, so don't use it unless absolutely necessary."

"Okay," Moody said, "get ready, everyone. We have to leave together at the same moment or the entire transfer plan will be ruined. Everyone nodded.

"Hold on tight, Ron." *** said. Harry noticed Ron putting his hand around James's waist, and then Ron cast a helpless and guilty look at Lupine.

Hagrid lit the motorcycle on fire. It roared like a dragon, and the body of the car began to vibrate.

"Well, good luck to everyone!" Fan Lin shouted, "I'll see you at the Burrow in an hour. I'll start on the count of three, one, two, three!"

The motorcycle made a deafening roar, and Harry felt the body of the car tilt sharply.

He was rising rapidly into the sky, his eyes filled with tears from the oncoming wind, and his hair was blown back. The broom beside him also quickly rose into the air, and the Thestral's tail lightly swept over. His feet were already a little sore and numb because Hedwig's cage and his backpack were squeezed into the bed of the car. (To be continued)