Chapter 1621 Harry Harry

The combination of Ivan and Sirius is currently the most powerful of all people. Once Voldemort appears, the two of them will attract his attention and buy time for others to transfer. This is the most feasible plan. Many people will think that Sirius will bring the real Harry.

As for fighting Voldemort, Ivan is not sure of winning, but it is not a problem to fight and escape.

That was the plan, but Harry disagreed.

"No, you become me..."

"Well, we don't really like any of us, Harry," interrupted Fred, serious. "Imagine if something went wrong and we couldn't go back, we'd be freckled and skinny forever. Little idiot, that's really too bad!"

Everyone laughed, except Harry.

"If I don't cooperate, you can't do it. You need a few hairs from me."

"Yeah, that's going to kill the whole plan," said George. "If you don't cooperate, we're sure we can't get any of your hair at all."

"That's right, thirteen against one, and that one can't use magic, we're hopeless," said Fred.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!" said Harry. "It's ridiculous."

"If you need to use force, do so," roared Moody suddenly, glaring at Harry, his magic eyes quivering slightly in their sockets, "everyone who came here tonight decided to take the risk, and we all Already have this consciousness!"

Judging by his appearance, it seems that as long as Harry dares to say no, he will immediately rush to solve it by himself...

"Stop arguing, Harry, this is a decision for all of us," said Sirius. "What you need to do now is obey."

"But it's ridiculous, there's no need..."

"No need!" Moody snapped. "There's You-Know-Who outside, just outside this house, and hundreds of Death Eaters and half the Ministry of Magic are on his side! Potter, if we're lucky Well, he's going to believe that false information and plan an ambush on you on the 30th, but he's sure to have a Death Eater or two spying on you, unless he's out of his mind, which I would do the same way. With your mother's The spell is there, they probably can't do anything to you or the house yet, but the spell is about to expire and they know the general location of the house. Our only chance is to use doubles, and there's no way You-Know-Who can divide himself into Seven."

Amidst Moody's roar, Harry met Ivan's gaze and quickly looked away.

"So, Potter, some hair, please," growled Moody. "Come on, or we'll do it ourselves."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Facing the menacing Mad-Eye and everyone's silent gazes, Harry looked at Sirius again, and the only response he got was to do what Mad-Eye said.

Otherwise, they will really do it...

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Harry reached out and grabbed a lock of hair on the top of his head, and pulled out a few.

"Very good!" said Moody, limping forward, uncorking the potion bottle. "Put it in here, please."

Harry dropped his hair into the slushy liquid, and as soon as it touched the surface the potion began to bubble and smoke, turning a clear golden yellow in the blink of an eye.

"The color looks good, and the taste should also be good." Fu Rong said, looking critically at the compound soup in the bottle.

Indeed, purely in terms of color, Harry's taste was at least better than that of Goyle and Crabbe. It wasn't that kind of khaki and dark brown, and the taste shouldn't be too bad. Ivan has also changed into Hermione and Gabriel. Compared with them, Harry's compound soup is still a bit heavier...

Gabrielle's Polyjuice Potion is a clear sky blue color with a slightly sweet taste.

Hermione's Polyjuice Potion was reddish in color and probably tasted like the lip balm she often used. What, you want to know when Alvin used Polyjuice Potion to turn Hermione? And why do you know the taste of the lipstick she often uses? It was a long, long story, as long as the night...

"Excuse me, Fake Potter line up here," Moody said.

Alvin, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Fleur stood in a row in front of the shiny sink.

Moody took out six eggcup-sized glasses from his cloak, distributed them, and poured a little Polyjuice Potion into each.

"Get ready, drink..."

Ivan, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Fleur drank it at the same time, and Harry's taste was not as good as it looked.

When the potion irritated their throats, they all gasped and grinned.

Immediately, their facial features began to squirm and deform like hot wax.

Ivan and Hermione grew up, Ivan stopped first, and then Hermione. Beside them, Ron, Fred and George shrunk, their hair turned black, and Hermione Min and Fleur's hair seemed to be rushing back into their scalps.

A few seconds later, six Harry Potters panting heavily appeared in front of everyone.

Fred and George turned to look at each other and said at the same time, "Wow! We're exactly the same!"

"Wait, I don't think I look better." Fred said, using the kettle as a mirror.

"Ouch!" Fu Rong looked at herself at the microwave oven door, "Bill, don't look at me, I'm so ugly... boy!"

Ivan and Hermione also looked at each other, and then Hermione looked down, familiar with the body.

"Who's clothes are too big, I have small ones here." Moody said, pointing to the first pocket, "I have big ones here. Don't forget glasses, there are six pairs of glasses in the side pocket. Well, there's luggage in the other pocket."

In the kitchen, there was an extremely strange scene. Six Harry Potters rummaged in their pockets, took out a suit of clothes, put on their glasses, and stuffed their own things aside.

Next to it, there was a real Harry Potter staring dumbfounded.

Really Harry was in a mixed mood, and he really wanted to ask them to respect his privacy a little bit, because they all started undressing without scruple, showing his body with obvious nonchalance, which they certainly wouldn't do with their own bodies.

"Look, there's nothing, and I knew Ginny was lying when she said you had tattoos," said Ron, looking down at his bare chest.

"Probably down there!" said Fred, with a smirk on his face that Harry would never see.

"Let's see," said George.

"You two hurry up and change your clothes!"

On the other hand, Fleur and Hermione took their clothes and went into the living room, but they and Tonks heard... No, it was the exclamation of Harry and Tonks, which made people feel even more shy...

At least, Harry thought so.

This evening was really unforgettable. He suddenly regretted why he didn't insist on rejecting it just now.