Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1

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Goyle's forehead and Ron pulled out several of Crabbe's hairs. They also stole their shoes, because their own were far too small for Crabbe- and Goyle-sized feet. Then, still stunned at what they had just done, they sprinted up to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

They could hardly see for the thick black smoke issuing from the cubicle in which Hermione was stirring the cauldron. Pulling their robes up over their faces, Harry and Ron knocked softly on the door.

'Hermione?'

They heard the scrape of the lock and Hermione emerged, shiny-faced and looking anxious. Behind her they heard the gloop gloop of the bubbling, treacle-thick Potion. Three glass tumblers stood ready on the toilet seat.

'Did you get them?' Hermione asked breathlessly.

Harry showed her Goyle's hair.

'Good. And I sneaked these spare robes out of the laundry,'

Hermione said, holding up a small sack. 'You'll need bigger sizes once you're Crabbe and Goyle.'

'I kncoked Pnasy out int he hall with a sleeping spell. She will wake up ina few hours. Good thing I always have robes from different houses,' Amelia grinned. She was already wearing robes that Slytherin robes were twice her size the ood falling over her eyes and the sleeves falling over her hands.

'What even is the plan for which house you're staying in?' asked Ron taking the robes from Hermione.

'I knocked Pnasy out in the hall with a sleeping spell. She will wake up in a few hours. Good thing I always have robes from different houses,' Amelia grinned. She was already wearing robes that Slytherin robes were twice her size the ood falling over her eyes and the sleeves falling over her hands.

'I don't even know anymore,' she sighed.

The four of them stared into the cauldron. Close up, the Potion looked like thick, dark mud, bubbling sluggishly.

'I'm sure I've done everything right,' said Hermione, nervously re-reading the splotched page of Moste Potente Potions. 'It looks like the book says it should ... Once we've drunk it, we'll have exactly an hour before we change back into ourselves.'

'Now what?' Ron whispered.

'We separate it into three glasses and add the hairs.'

Hermione ladled large dollops of the Potion into each of the glasses. Then, her hand trembling, she shook Millicent Bulstrode's hair out of its bottle into the first glass. The Potion hissed loudly like a boiling kettle and frothed madly. A second later, it had turned a sick sort of yellow.

'Urgh – essence of Millicent Bulstrode,' said Ron, eyeing it with loathing. 'Bet it tastes disgusting.'

'Add yours, then,' said Hermione.

Harry dropped Goyle's hair into the middle glass and Ron put Crabbe's into the last one. Both glasses hissed and frothed: Goyle's turned the khaki color of a bogey, Crabbe's a dark, murky brown.

'Yuck!' Amelia stuck out her tongue.

'Hang on,' said Harry, as Ron and Hermione reached for their glasses. 'We'd better not all drink them in here: once we turn into