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Chapter 158 — The Strong Polyjuice Potion
But soon, Harry no longer felt like vomiting.
His insides churned violently, as though something alive had been swallowed and was now thrashing around in his stomach. He dropped to a crouch to keep from falling.
Then a burning sensation spread outward from his stomach, rushing through his entire body—into his fingers, his toes, even the tips of his hair.
A horrifying, melting sensation spread through him, as if his body itself had turned into sludge. Bubbles seemed to rise beneath his skin. Gasping, he collapsed onto the floor.
He watched in horror as his hands swelled and thickened, his fingernails widening. His entire body began to distort and expand.
His shoulders were forcibly stretched apart by an unbearable force, sending stabbing pain through him. A prickling sensation on his scalp told him his hair was changing again. His chest swelled, and his robes tore—but none of it eased the pain.
Then, without warning, the unbearable pain vanished completely, as if it had never existed.
Harry flexed his fingers. Everything felt normal again. All discomfort was gone. He quickly stood up.
He looked at his unfamiliar hands and legs, then shakily picked up the clothes meant for Goyle and put on the oversized, foul-smelling shoes.
He pushed open the door of the small room and looked around. His vision was slightly blurry. Carefully, he removed his glasses—and his sight immediately became clear and sharp again.
"This potion can even cure nearsightedness," Harry realized in surprise.
No wonder the transformation felt like death itself—it seemed to change the entire body from the inside out. Even the cornea of his eyes had been altered. A strange thought crossed his mind:
"Could it even change gender?"
He shivered and shook his head violently, forcing the terrifying thought out of his mind.
"Ron, is that you?" Harry called out—but the voice that came out was Goyle's deep, rough tone.
From the side, Crabbe muttered loudly, "I love you."
Harry found a mirror.
In it, Goyle stared back at him with dull, sunken eyes. Harry scratched the back of his head, and the reflection did the same.
"I never want to see anything related to Polyjuice Potion again," Ron said as he stepped up beside him, looking at his reflection as Crabbe. He even raised a finger; the mirror image copied him perfectly.
"Unbelievable."
"Alright, let's go," Harry said after confirming they were both fine. "We've wasted enough time."
As they walked, he continued:
"We need to find the Slytherin common room, figure out the password, and then find someone to tail."
Ron glanced at Harry, then quickly looked away.
"Seeing Goyle think is really uncomfortable," he muttered, turning his head to avoid looking at him.
"Alright, to the Slytherin common room," Hermione's voice came from the empty corridor.
She was hidden under the Invisibility Cloak, walking just ahead of them.
Carefully, they opened the bathroom door, checked the surroundings, and slipped out. Being caught inside the girls' bathroom would be disastrous.
Along the way, they adjusted their behavior to better fit their disguises—trying to act more like Goyle and Crabbe.
"Yes, your expressions are a bit dull, your movements stiff. You two are perfect idiots now—Goyle and Crabbe," Hermione whispered, letting out a small laugh.
Harry and Ron didn't like her teasing, but they had no choice but to continue acting like two Slytherin fools.
They reached the marble staircase—but there was no Slytherin student around.
Time was slipping away.
"Any ideas?" Harry whispered.
"We wait here. Slytherins will come out soon," Ron said, peering toward the dungeon entrance.
Just then, a girl with long curly hair walked out.
"Excuse me," Ron said quickly. "We forgot how to get back to the common room."
"Sorry? I don't understand," the girl replied, confused. "Our common room? I'm from Ravenclaw."
She hurried away, clearly avoiding the strange, stupid-looking "boys."
Harry and Ron watched helplessly as she left.
"Good thing she just thinks we're idiots, so she didn't suspect anything," Harry muttered.
"With that scary face of Goyle's, anyone would be frightened," Hermione's voice came again from nowhere. She was holding Harry's head under the cloak, slightly anxious.
After all their preparation, they still couldn't find the Slytherin common room. It was absurd.
"I'll go check," Hermione said, heading down the stone steps into the darkness.
"This backup plan is already becoming unreliable," Ron sighed helplessly.
"We should go too," Harry said. "We can't just stand here. Complaining won't help."
They descended deeper into the castle, into the underground levels. The vast corridors felt like an ancient maze or tomb, twisting and confusing them.
They kept checking the time, counting how long the transformation would last. Just as despair began to set in, a voice finally came:
"Turn left. Keep going straight. Malfoy is over there."
It was Hermione.
She had gone ahead and, with the help of the cloak, already found Malfoy's location.
Harry and Ron immediately perked up and hurried forward.
From a distance, they spotted Malfoy—and to their surprise, Percy was also there. The two seemed to be arguing.
(To be continued.)