Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

The combination of Ivan and Sirius is by far the most combative of all, and once Voldemort shows up, both of them will draw his attention and buy time for others to divert, which is the most viable plan, and many people will think that Sirius Belt will be the real Harry.

As for fighting Voldemort, Ivan was not sure he would win, but a fight to escape would not be a problem.

This was the plan, but Harry disagreed.

“No, you become me...”

“Cough, we don't really like anyone, Harry.” Fred interrupted him and said seriously, “Imagine, if something went wrong, we wouldn't be able to go back and be little idiots with freckles and bones forever, that would be really bad! ”

Everyone laughed out, only Harry didn't laugh.

“If I don't cooperate, you can't do it. You need me to contribute a few hairs. ”

“Yeah, so the whole plan goes soup.” George said, "If you don't cooperate, it's obviously impossible for us to get a little bit of your hair. ”

“Yes, thirteen against one, and that one can't use magic, we have no hope.” Fred said.

“Ridiculous, ridiculous!” Harry said, "That's ridiculous. ”

“If the use of force is necessary, then come.” Moody suddenly shouted, he stared at Harry, and the devil's eyes trembled slightly in his eyesore, "Everyone who came here tonight decided to take this risk, and we are all aware of this! ”

Looking at him, it seems that as long as Harry dares to say no, he will jump right on top of himself...

“Stop arguing, Harry, it's a decision we all make. Sirius said," What you need to do now is obey. ”

“But this is ridiculous, there's no need...”

“There's no need!” Moody shouted, “There's a mystery man out there, right outside this house, and hundreds of dead eaters and half the Ministry of Magic are on his side! Potter, if we're lucky, he'll believe that fake intel, plan to hit you on the 30th with an ambush, but he'll definitely have one or two Death Eaters watching you, unless he's out of his mind, and I'd do the same for him. With your mother's spell on, they probably can't take you or the house yet, but the spell will soon fail, and they know the approximate location of the house. Our only chance is to use a double, and even the mystery can't divide itself into seven parts. ”

In Moody's roar, Harry ran into Ivan's eyes and looked elsewhere.

“So, Porter, please, give me some hair.” Moody growls, “hurry up, or we'll do it ourselves. ”

The atmosphere was somewhat embarrassing. In the face of the fierce madman and the silent gaze of the crowd, Harry looked at Sirius again, and the only response he received was to do as the madman said.

Otherwise, they would really do it...

Under the public gaze, Harry stretched out his hand and grabbed a patch of hair over his head, pulling out several of them.

“Good!” Moody said, limping forward, pulling out the plug of the magic bottle, “Excuse me, put it here. ”

Harry threw his hair into the muddy liquid, and as soon as it touched the liquid surface, the potion started to bubble and smoke, turning into a clear golden color in a blink of an eye.

“Looks good in color and should taste good.” Furong said, pickily weighing the compound in the bottle.

Indeed, Harry has at least a better taste in terms of color than Gore and Krabs, not the earthy yellow and black brown, and it shouldn't taste too bad. Ivan has also changed Hermione and Gabriel, and Harry's compound toner is a little heavier than they are...

Gabriel's compound is a clear sky blue with a slightly sweet flavour.

Hermione's compound toner is slightly red and probably tastes a little like her regular lipstick. What, you want to know when Evan turned hermione with the compound? And how do you know what her regular lipstick smells like? It's a long, long story, as long as night...

“Excuse me, fake Potter to line up here.” Moody said.

Ivan, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Fleuron stood in a row in front of that shiny sink.

Moody took six egg-sized glasses out of the cape and gave them to everyone, then poured a little compound soup into each cup.

“Ready, drink...”

Ivan, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George and Furong drink together, and Harry doesn't taste as good as he looks.

Everyone gasps and grins when the potion irritates their voices.

Suddenly, their five officials began to creep and deform like roasted waxes.

Ivan and Hermione dragged up, Ivan stopped first, then Hermione, beside them, the shorter Ron, Fred and George shrunk, the darker their hair became, and Hermione and Furong's hair seemed to be rushing back into their scalps.

Seconds later, in front of the crowd were six Harry Potters gasping loudly.

Fred and George looked at each other and said, "Wow! We're exactly the same! ”

“Wait, I don't think I look better.” Fred took the kettle as a mirror, "he said.

“Ouch!” Furong measured himself against the microwave door, "Bill, don't look at me, ugly... boy! ”

Ivan and Hermione also looked at each other, and Hermione looked down and familiarized herself with her body.

“Whoever wears big clothes, I have small ones here.” Moody's pointed to the first pocket and said, "No wonder it's small. I have a big one here. Don't forget the glasses, there are six pairs of glasses in the side pocket. When you're dressed, there's luggage in the other pocket. ”

Inside the kitchen, there was an extremely strange scene where six Harry Potters looked in their pockets, pulled out a set of clothes, put on glasses, and stuffed their own things aside.

Next to it, there's a real Harry Potter staring.

Harry was in such a complicated mood that he really wanted to ask them to show a little respect for his privacy, because they all started undressing carelessly, obviously showing his body indifferently, which they would certainly not do to their own.

“Look, nothing. I knew Ginny said you had tattoos and you were lying.” Ron looked down at the bare breasts and said.

“Probably down there!” Fred said there was a bad smile on his face, a smile that would never appear on Harry's face.

“Let's see.” George said.

“You two, get dressed! ”

On the other hand, Furong and Hermione went into the living room with their clothes, but they and Tanks came out of their ears... No, it was two Harry and Tanks who were amazed and even more embarrassing...

At least Harry thinks so.

This evening was unforgettable, and he suddenly regretted not insisting on rejecting it.