Chapter 1183

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"So, Harry, all you need to do now is give us some of your hair." "We don't have much time for hesitation, and the death eaters will soon be aware of this change," Van leen said

"Change, you mean, you've been found?"

"There will always be a way." Fanlin frowned and said, "so

Harry hesitated for a moment. He looked up and saw Hermione's eyes. Then he looked elsewhere.

"So Harry Please give me some of your hair. " Fanlin said solemnly.

Harry looked at Ron again. He was making faces at him.

Finally, Harry looked at Fanlin. There was little change in Van Lin, but it was inexplicable. This made Harry feel like he was facing Professor Hogwarts. Maybe van Lin had to change after accepting the job of the order of the Phoenix?

"Hurry up!" Moody yelled impatiently.

Harry gave a shiver, and then, as everyone watched, Harry reached over his head, grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it off.

"Great," said moody, limping toward Harry as he pulled the cork out of the bottle. "Please put it in."

Harry threw his hair into the muddy liquid. As soon as the liquid touched his hair, it began to emit a lot of bubbles and smoke, and then immediately turned into a clear bright gold.

"Oh, you look much better than Clara and Goyle's, Harry." Van Lin said with a smile, "I seem to remember the gray color of the two of them. It was really bad."

"Maybe The smell of carrots... " Ron hesitated. "So, Clara and Goyle..."

"Well, stop your reminiscence," moody patted Ron on the shoulder. "Now, fake porters, please come and line up here." Moody's said.

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Furong lined up in front of Aunt Petunia's shimmering sink.

"It's one more person short." Sirius said.

"Let him go." Hagrid grabbed mengdons by the neck and threw him next to hibiscus.

Furong wrinkled her nose and stood between Fred and George.

"I'm a fighter, I want to be a protector..." Mengdons said in a hurry, but soon he was stopped by the furious moody's.

"Shut up!" Moody called to him, "I've told you, spineless thing, that every Death Eater wants to catch Potter instead of killing him. Dumbledore always said that the mysterious man wanted to kill Potter himself. What needs to be worried is the people who protect porter. It's them that the Death Eaters want to kill. "

Moody's words didn't seem to reassure Montgomery, but Van leen had taken six egg cups from his cloak and filled them with soup.

"Well, now..." Van Lin hesitated, while Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Furong, and Montgomery all drank the soup.

As soon as they had swallowed the soup, they kept on getting angry and their faces twisted in pain. Their bodies began to blister and deform like a heap of hot wax; Hermione and Montgomery were growing fast; Ron, Fred and George were shrinking and their hair was turning black; Hermione and Furong's hair seemed to be drawing back to the scalp.

Moody looked indifferent. He just bent down to loosen the opening of the sack.

And when he stood up again, there were already six Harry Potter panting in front of him.

Fred and George looked at each other for a moment and said, "Wow! We are as like as two peas! "

"But I think I'm a little more handsome." Said Fred, looking down at himself in the teapot.

"Pooh," Furong saw her new look on the microwave door. "Bill, don't look at me. I'm so ugly."

"If I think the clothes are big, I have smaller ones here." Moody's pointed out that "once again, it is not out of control. In any case, it is forbidden to use phantom to reach the safe house, even if it is dead!"

"No, I'm different..."

"Everybody's willing to do it, Harry!" Moody said.

As he said that, an unusual light crossed the night sky. It was Kingsley's signal that he had been on fire with the Death Eaters lying around him.

"We are ready to go!" "Kingsley will attract enough attention," moody said

Harry quickly picked up his backpack, took the catapult and Hedwig's cage, and followed everyone into the dark backyard.

The broom is ready to rush into the sky, and hibiscus, with the help of bill, has mounted the Thestral.

Hagrid, with his goggles on, is standing next to the motorcycle.

"Is this still Sirius' motorcycle? Is it? " Harry took a nostalgic look at Sirius and Hagrid.

"No, but they're very similar," Hagrid said cheerfully. "The last time you took it, I could hold you in one hand, Harry." Sitting in the trunk of the car, Harry couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed - it made him a few feet shorter than everyone else.Ron giggled at Harry when he saw him sitting in the trunk like a child.

Harry piled his knapsack and catapult at his feet and held Hedwig's cage between his knees. It was a very uncomfortable position.

"Arthur transformed it," Hagrid said, noticeably uncomfortable to see Harry. Then he got on the motorcycle It squeaked and sank a few feet. "Now it has some new features. That's my idea."

He pointed his fat finger at a purple button next to the speedometer.

"Be safe, Hagrid," Mr. Weasley said, standing next to them with his broom. "It's not stable at work. Don't use it until you have to."

"All right," moody said, "everybody's ready. We have to leave together at the same time, or the entire transfer plan will be ruined. Everyone nods.

"Hold on, Ron." Said Tonks. Harry noticed that Ron put his hand around Tonks' waist, and then Ron cast a helpless and guilty look at lupin.

Hagrid set the motorcycle on fire. It roared like a dragon, and the body began to vibrate.

"Well, good luck, everyone!" Fanlin yelled, "I'll see you in the humble house in an hour. I'll start on the count of three. One, two, three!"

There was a deafening roar from the motorbike, and Harry felt that the body of the motorcycle was leaning sharply.

He was soaring into the air, his eyes tears from the wind, his hair blowing back. The broom next to him is also quickly lifted into the air, and the tail of the Vernon sweeps gently past. His feet, jammed in the trunk by Hedwig's cage and his backpack, were numb and sore.

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