Harry decides he wants more

The Great Hall was empty, apart from Harry, and his three beautiful, identical slaves. Harry had already forgotten which one was which originally. He loved it.

"Follow me, slaves." He said, his voice echoing across the stone walls.

"Yes Master." He heard in chorus behind him.

Pushing the door open and exiting the Great Hall, Harry decided to head to the Potions classroom, which he knew was being used by the Gryffindors and Slytherins of his year right now. Descending down into the dungeons, Harry and his slaves walked in complete silence, none of them talking to their Master unless he commanded it.

Reaching the Potions lesson, Harry shoved the door open, and walked in.

"Late again, Potter." Said Snape. Harry ignored him, looking around the room. He counted about 10 Gryffindors, and 12 Slytherins, as well as Snape. 23 people. That would be a good start. Some of them were his friends. Neville, Dean, and Seamus. He was on decent terms with Parvati, and he didn't dislike Lavender. Of course, he wasn't on friendly terms with any of the Slytherins. Draco was giving him a sneering look, no doubt looking forward to whatever punishment Snape was concocting. Well, not for long.

"All of you are completely identical to my slaves in mind, body, and soul." That was all he needed to say.

He watched as 23 people, his friends, his enemies, people he barely even knew, turned into exact copies of his slaves. Clothing vanished, tits grew, penises shrank and disappeared. Ten seconds later, and he had twenty-six slaves.

"Do any of you remember your previous selves?" He asked, making sure.

"We have always been your slaves Master." Was the uniform reply from every one of them. It made him incredibly hard to see all these people reduced to nothing but his slaves with only a few words. Still, he couldn't relax yet.

"All of you head to the Great Hall, and stay there until I arrive." He ordered.

"Yes Master."