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Harry frantically flipped through the pages of the spell book, his eyes scanning for anything that might reverse his current predicament. "Peak Physique" caught his eye, and with a hopeful breath, he began to cast the spell. The familiar surge of magic coursed through him, and to his relief, the duplication began to fade, leaving him as he once was. "Blimey," Harry muttered, shaking his head while staring at his reflection in the mirror. He was now a towering figure at 6'3", with a physique that could give an Olympic swimmer a run for their money. His muscles were lean and defined, and his broad shoulders made him look like he could take on a herd of Hippogriffs without breaking a sweat. But it wasn't just his body that had changed—his eyesight was crystal clear, and his glasses were now nothing more than a distant memory. He flexed his arms, watching as his biceps bulged, and couldn't help but grin. "Not bad for a freak," he muttered, chuckling at his reflection. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, the new physique commanding attention. Harry couldn't resist the urge to check under his waistband, his fingers brushing against the unfamiliar length. Blimey, it was a whopping 12 inches, and the throbbing was relentless, like it had a pulse of its own. He let out a low chuckle, the excitement coursing through him. "A freak indeed," he muttered, echoing his earlier thought, but this time with a whole new layer of confidence. The thought of returning to Hogwarts with this newfound asset was exhilarating. He could already imagine the looks, the whispers, the envy.