Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

As a man of fun looked on, Harry, Ron, and Hermione each threw the hair of the person they were going to transform into into the cup.

The "mud" was churning.

"Ugh... it's disgusting just looking at it..."

Ron took a look at his own portion of Polyjuice Potion with disgust and nearly vomited.

Because Anriel was watching, except for Hermione who went into a separate cubicle, the other two boys stayed by the sink with serious expressions.

As if they had made up their minds, Harry and Ron each picked up a glass filled with sickening, semi-solid liquid.

"yue——"

Ron was about to comment on the taste of Crabbe's version of Polyjuice Potion when he clutched his stomach in agony and huddled over the sink.

Harry's condition was not much better. His internal organs felt like they were being burned. The power of changing their appearance made them both feel like someone had cut many cuts on their faces.

And sprinkled salt!

Anriel watched the two of them carefully from the side, not missing any details of the transformation process.

After drinking the polyjuice potion, their faces seemed to have turned into plasticine, but there was no swelling or blistering. It was just a perceived pain.

Then it was as if an invisible hand reshaped the piece of plasticine, flattening it where it should be flattened and stretching it where it should be stretched.

Very... weird.

However, the transformation process was very fast. In less than a minute, "Crabbe" and "Goyle" with their robes torn stood in front of Anriel.

Not only the onlookers, but the two of them themselves were also shocked.

However, what shocked Anriel was that Hermione could really mix such a complicated potion, while Harry and Ron were shocked by the efficacy of the Polyjuice Potion:

"Hey, Ron, you..."

"Gore" a deep voice sounded.

"cool……"

Crabbe exclaimed.

"Is there anything about us that doesn't look right?"

After changing into the stolen robe, "Gol" asked Anriel.

"No, you just look like two not-so-common Slytherin idiots."

Anriel did not discriminate against the school, he just insulted Crabbe and Goyle.

After seeing Crabbe and Goyle walking towards the locked compartment, Anriel raised his eyebrows:

"Hermione isn't in the best of shape, you two go ahead and test it out - time is running out."

Harry and Ron hesitated.

Anriel glared at the two of them, and they immediately turned around and left, choosing to follow their hearts, or in short, follow their hearts.

After the two of them left, Anriel came to the door of Hermione's compartment:

"Hermione, they're both gone, open the door."

Hermione didn't know how Anriel knew about her situation, but the way she looked now...

Only Anriel can solve this problem.

"Click——"

The door unlocked, and a figure slowly stood up and turned around.

A cat that looked about 60% like Hermione was standing in the cubicle wearing a robe, with water drops hanging from the corners of its eyes.

This is a long-haired black cat with yellow eyes. Initial guess is that it is a Bombay cat. In some legends, it is basically a standard feature of witches.

Anriel was not frightened at all, and even had time to complain in his mind:

Wow, animal-eared girl, Ron, you are so lucky. But, luckily Hermione is not allergic to cat hair...

"True Beast Girl"

"Polyjuice Potion is not meant for animal transfiguration."

Anriel said calmly,

"I'll take you to the hospital wing to see Madam Pomfrey. This is not my area of ​​expertise."

Anriel thought for a moment and shouted:

"Miss Warren?"

Myrtle stuck her head out of the door of her compartment in surprise and looked at Anriel across the corridor.

"If I don't come back early, could you please tell the two children to stay here when they come back?"

"Oh, oh oh...I will, I will."

Myrtle looked a little excited; no one had called her that in about fifty years.

When Andriel took Hermione to the school hospital, she kept sobbing quietly, so Andriel simply cast an Disillusionment Charm on her.

Madam Pomfrey did not ask much, I wonder if this is a good habit...

You have no idea about the cause and pathology of the disease, but you like to guess riddles?

No, no, no, it should be just the difference between treating the symptoms and the root cause...

Medicine makes people bald, but Anriel didn't think too much about it and flew back to the bathroom on the third floor.

"It seems that I have successfully returned early."

Anriel said briskly.

Myrtle uttered "Oh" in a gentle and awkward tone, or to be more precise, she choked up a little, and then fell headfirst into a toilet with a plop.

Yes, a very beautiful state of mind.

When Harry and Ron hurried back, they were surprised to see Angel packing up the cauldron.

"You're back? What did you find out?"

Anriel asked with a smile.

With Anriel's reminder, Harry gave up asking the stupid question "Is Malfoy the heir of Slytherin" early on.

On the contrary, they used the free time to find many of the Malfoy family's hidden places...

The transition from official to private matters is incredibly smooth.

"Malfoy said his father sent something to Hogwarts, but he had no idea what it was, what it was used for, or how it got there."

Harry mentioned a key piece of information, although Anriel already knew it.

"He said his father told him to stop interfering in things he shouldn't be interfering in."

Ron added.

Anriel nodded thoughtfully.

......

Time passed quickly, and after a few weeks, Hermione was almost healed, and the black hair on her face had disappeared completely -

Anriel felt quite regretful because the cat ears and tail also disappeared.

What's wrong with my last name being Pi? It's normal for me, Pinocchio, to have the last name Pi.jpg

Just a few days before she was to be discharged from the hospital, Andril saw Filch storming into the broom room to get a mop.

After a moment's thought, Anriel immediately rushed to Myrtle's bathroom.

He casually dealt with the puddles on the ground, and when he came out, Anriel was holding a leather-covered, dried diary in his hand.

Today was a normal workday, and Luna was in class, so she wouldn't suddenly appear in his dorm.

This diary must have been thrown into the toilet by Ginny during break.

It was worth it that Andril had been keeping an eye on Filch these days. He would even stroll into Myrtle's bathroom from time to time to check if the toilet was leaking and whether there was a diary on the floor.

Of course, Anriel comforted Myrtle and calmed her down a little.

The dried diary was spread out on the table, and Anriel rubbed his hands:

Hey, old man, I finally caught you!