Chapter 157 Action

Harry and Ron looked at each other in disbelief, this is also called a solution, this can't even fool a fool. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Hermione, I think this plan is a little too simple. Harry had no confidence in a plan that was too simple to be true.

"If it is discovered by Crabbe and Goyle, it could cause big trouble. Ron also felt that it was too risky.

Hermione's eyes were unwavering and irrefutable, just like Professor McGonagall had done after her decision, "Without Goyle and Crabbe's hair, the relapse decoction wouldn't work." She said categorically, "You've decided to investigate Malfoy, haven't you?"

"Oh, okay. Harry said helplessly, and continued, "So what are you going to do? Whose hair are you going to pull?"

"I have a better arrangement. Hermione said happily, "I'll follow you with the Cloak of Invisibility." I can keep a sentry for you, and I can help you prevent mistakes, and if you are discovered, I can help you break off and stop the pursuit. ”

Harry looked at Hermione for a moment, not having the courage to say that the Cloak of Invisibility was actually his, but considering that this arrangement was a remedy, the plan would not become out of hand even if it went wrong.

"That's not bad, either. He said with some dejection.

Hermione hurriedly checked the polyjuice potion again, and Ron's face was full of helplessness, "Except for the remedial of the last invisibility cloak, the other plans are worrying. ”

By this time, Harry and Ron had to catch the ducks on the shelves. But they were taken aback by the turn of events, perhaps as if they were prescribing the right medicine to see what people were doing. The first phase of action, like Hermione's assumption, went incredibly well.

After Christmas refreshments, they slipped into the foyer outside the auditorium, and stood guard at the intersection where Goyle and Crabbe were about to come out. Waiting for Goyle and Crabbe, who were still left alone at the Slytherin table, eating and drinking. Goyle and Crabbe walked out of the auditorium after eating all the leftovers from the table.

Harry placed the medicated chocolate cake on the edge of the most prominent railing. Then he and Ron hid behind a pair of armor next to the main entrance.

"They won't really eat, will they?" Harry was still a little unconvinced, how could this happen, not to mention that Goyle and Crabbe's mouths swept the entire Slytherin table, could they continue to eat?

"They're hopelessly stupid. Ron said with a look of disbelief.

He saw Crabbe and Goyle immediately pounce on the cake and grab it in his hand. I don't mind why the cake is there and whether it may be dangerous. They grinned, and stuffed the whole cake into their mouths at once, chewing greedily, with a triumphant and unfinished look on their faces.

The hypnotics worked well, they didn't even react more. As the cake was swallowed, they fell backwards and lay on the floor under the stairs.

It wasn't easy to get the two big little fat men into the cupboard and hide them, and it took a lot of effort for Harry and Ron to stuff Goyle and Crabbe between the mop and the bucket.

It's finally time to rip the hair off Goyle and Crabbe, and the greasy hair of the two dumb guys causes Harry and Ron a whett of their stomachs. They stole Goyle and Crabbe's stinking shoes by the way, and they couldn't put them on after transforming.

Finally, with all this settled, they hurried back to the bathroom where the weeping myrtle was, but that was only the beginning.

Hermione was like the terrible wizard in the story, shrouded in a thick cloud of black smoke. Her petite figure, hunched over, stirring the crucible in the small single room with something. Ron and Harry shuddered as if they had seen the witch in the story.

This scene made their hearts tremble, and they didn't dare to speak loudly, so they could only shout softly, "Hermione!"

Fortunately, there were no accidents, and Hermione Granger, who seemed to be fine, walked out of the smoke. Her face sparkled and she was a little anxious. Behind her was a bubbling, gurgling sticky decoction, and two flat-bottomed glasses were sitting on the toilet seat beside her.

"Is it ready?" asked Hermione, a little nervous.

"Everything went well. Harry and Ron showed the hair in their hands.

"Everything was ready, I took Goyle and Crabbe's change of clothes from the laundry. Hermione said, picking up a cloth bag and gesturing, "When you become Goyle and Crabbe, you're changing into Slytherin clothes." ”

The three of them looked back into the cauldron. The finished compound decoction is like a black mud, and it bubbles from time to time. Everyone's heart is muttering, can this thing be drunk?

"I'm sure I'm okay with every step of the way. Hermione encouraged herself and said resolutely, but then she flipped through the smudged introduction on "Powerful Elixir" with some confidence, "You see, it's exactly like the description in the book, after you drink it, you can become someone else for a whole hour." ”

"Can I regret it?" asked Ron, a little dejected.

"Of course not. Hermione said categorically, "Let's split it in two and add the hair." ”

Hermione scooped up puddles of mud from the cauldron with a large spoon and poured them into different glasses.

The sludge in the glass, with the addition of hair, made a snorting sound and tumbled with bubbles. After a second, it turned into an unsightly color again.

"Can't you really regret it?" Harry looked at the unreliable earthy yellow potion, and no longer had the idea of interrogating Malfoy, who likes to find Malfoy to find Malfoy, this thing really won't have a problem after drinking it?

Ron also looked at Hermione expectantly, he was embarrassed to speak, but his face was full of the expression of being abandoned by his master, and he only begged Hermione for mercy.

Hermione crossed her hands and reprimanded loudly, "Of course not, we have worked so hard, we are about to find out the truth, and we are about to solve Malfoy." How can I regret it now, give me the potion to drink, immediately, immediately. ”

Ron couldn't help but muttered in his heart, "You don't drink again...", but he also knew that it was now the last time, and he could only endure the last fight.

"Okay, let's have a private room for each person, take our clothes first, and change our clothes after we transform. Harry also knew that the regret at the last moment could only be thought about, and after doing so many things, regret would only be more unwilling.

Harry pinched his nose and closed his eyes, not daring to look at it, not daring to smell the sludge potion in his hand. He opened his mouth wide and poured all the potions into his stomach in one gulp, not daring to swallow it immediately. He didn't taste the taste, he just couldn't help but burp, and a strange smell almost made him vomit.

(To be continued.) )