Spying on the Heir of Slytherin

Harry Ron and Hermione look at the cauldron of grey chunky goop with disgust, knowing all too well that they’re about to drink it. Hermione gulps, and instructs her friends, “Um, okay, we need to drink a f-full glass of Polyjuice, and then we’ll have an hour to find Malfoy and trick him into telling us what he knows. You guys have your hairs, right?”

Ron and Harry raise the hairs they had just plucked from Crabbe and Goyle in acknowledgement, and Hermione pulls out her own from Millicent Bulstrode’s robes. “Okay, I’ll measure out the portions, you guys just hold onto those.” She carefully pours three tall glasses of the stuff and sets them on the sink. “Okay, um, add your hairs, and let’s drink.”

They sprinkle their hairs into the gunk, and it fizzled angrily. They all share a look of anxiety before lifting their glasses. “Okay, okay… on three. One, two… three.” Hermione and the boys bring the disgusting potion to their lips and gulp it down with difficulty.