Harry the socercer

Harry thought for a moment, then remembered one of the heirlooms he inherited from Sirius Black. He found it at that crazy Grimaud Place.

"Hang on, Hermoine," Harry said. "I'll get you back to your own better-looking self in no time!"

"Harry!" Hermoine exclaimed. "I look like Lindsay Lohan! How can I look better than this?"

"Considering how quickly Lohan is aging, I don't think that's an improvement," Harry muttered as he rummaged through his stuff. "Quite the reverse actually."

"Harry," Hermoine said softly.

Harry ignored her. Speaking of reverse, he found what he was looking for. A piece of paper with the incantation of a reversal spell on it. It was quite powerful and it would fade from the sheet the more times it was used. But, Harry was confident he would soon have it memorized, especially after having to use it so much to get Neville Longbottom out of so many jams.

"Here we go," Harry said. He straighted and stood up and leveled his wand at Hermoine. "Reversius complexio spellarame originalitio!"

With a flash of light, Hermoine instantly transformed back to her bushy-haired self, much to her relief.