Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures-Chapter 1550: Harry Harry

Among everyone present, Evan and Sirius formed the strongest combat duo. If Voldemort showed up, the two of them would draw his attention, buying time for the others to escape. It was the most viable plan — many people would assume Sirius was the one escorting the real Harry.

As for fighting Voldemort, Evan was not sure of winning, but putting up a fight and then escaping shouldn’t be a problem.

This was the plan, but Harry disagreed.

“No way, pretending to be me —”

“Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry,” said Fred earnestly. “Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever. That would be really terrible!”

Everyone laughed, but Harry did not smile.

“You can’t do it if I don’t cooperate, you need me to give you some hair.”

“Well, that’s that plan scuppered,” said George. “Obviously there’s no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate.”

“Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who’s not allowed to use magic; we’ve got no chance,” said Fred.

“Funny,” said Harry, “really amusing.”

“If it has to come to force, then it will,” growled Moody, his magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry. “Everyone who’s come here tonight has made a decision to take this risk. We’re all prepared for it!”

He looked as if he would pounce and solve the problem himself if Harry dared to say no.

“Don’t argue, Harry. This is a decision we all made,” said Sirius. “All you need to do now is comply.”

“But this is mad, there’s no need —”

“No need!” snarled Moody. “With You-Know-Who out there, with a hundred Death Eaters and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we’re lucky he’ll have swallowed the fake bait and he’ll be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but he’d be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, it’s what I’d do. They might not be able to get at you or this house while your mother’s charm holds, but it’s about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can’t split himself into seven.”

As Moody roared, Harry caught Evan’s eye and looked away at once.

“So, Potter — some of your hair, if you please,” Moody roared. “Quick, or we’ll do it ourselves.”

The atmosphere was awkward. Faced with the aggressive Mad-Eye and the silent stares from everyone, Harry glanced at Sirius again, and the only response he received was to do as Mad-Eye said.

Otherwise, they’d really do it…

In full view of everyone, Harry reached out, grabbed a handful of hair from the top of his head, and pulled a few strands off.

“Good,” said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of potion. “Straight in here, if you please.”

Harry dropped the hair into the mudlike liquid. The moment it made contact with its surface, the potion began to froth and smoke, then, all at once, it turned a clear, bright gold.

“It looks good, and it should taste good too,” said Fleur, eyeing the Polyjuice Potion in the bottle critically.

Indeed, judging purely by the color, Harry’s taste was at least better than Goyle’s and Crabbe’s. Not that earthy yellow or dark brown, so the taste shouldn’t be too bad. Evan had also transformed into Hermione and Gabrielle, but compared to them, Harry’s Polyjuice Potion was a darker color. Gabrielle’s was a clear sky blue and tasted slightly sweet.

Hermione’s was a faint pink, and probably tasted like the lip balm she often used.

What? You want to know when Evan used Polyjuice to turn into Hermione? And how he knew what her lip balm tasted like? That’s a long, long story — as long as the night itself.

“Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please,” said Moody.

Evan, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur lined up in front of Aunt Petunia’s gleaming sink. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Moody pulled half a dozen eggcup-sized glasses from inside his cloak, which he handed out, before pouring a little Polyjuice Potion into each one.

“Altogether, then …”

Evan, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur all drank simultaneously. Harry didn’t taste as good as it looked.

All of them gasped and grimaced as the potion hit their throats: At once, their features began to bubble and distort like hot wax. Evan and Hermione were shooting upward, Evan stopping first then Hermione; Ron, Fred, and George were shrinking; their hair was darkening, Hermione’s and Fleur’s appearing to shoot backward into their skulls.

Seconds later, six gasping and panting Harry Potters appeared before everyone.

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow — we’re identical!”

“I dunno, though, I think I’m still better-looking,” said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.

“Bah,” said Fleur, checking herself in the microwave door, “Bill, don’t look at me — I’m ’ideous — a boy!”

Evan and Hermione stared at each other, and then Hermione looked down, familiarizing herself with the body.

“Those whose clothes are a bit roomy, I’ve got smaller here,” said Moody, indicating the first sack, “and vice versa. Don’t forget the glasses, there’s six pairs in the side pocket. And when you’re dressed, there’s luggage in the other sack.”

In the kitchen, a most bizarre scene unfolded. Six Harry Potters rummaged in the sacks, pulling out sets of clothes, putting on glasses, stuffing their own things away.

Nearby, the real Harry Potter watched in amazement.

He had mixed feelings. He felt like asking them to show a little more respect for his privacy as they all began stripping off with impunity, clearly much more at ease with displaying his body than they would have been with their own.

“See, there’s nothing. I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo,” said Ron, looking down at his bare chest.

“Maybe it’s lower down!” said Fred, with a smirk on his face, a smile that would never appear on Harry’s face.

“Let’s check,” said George.

“You two, hurry up and change your clothes!”

Meanwhile, Fleur and Hermione had taken their clothes to the living room, but they and Tonks… no, it was the two Harrys and Tonks who could be heard exclaiming, which was even more embarrassing. …

At least, that was how Harry felt.

Tonight was really unforgettable. He suddenly felt a little regretful why he didn’t insist on refusing this plan.

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