Chapter 171 It’s time to test your acting skills

After Aaron left, Harry glanced at Draco, who was still eating, and then gave Hermione a wink, "It's time to act."

Hermione nodded and went to the laundry room without hesitation.

"Then what should we do next?" Ron asked in a low voice, "Crabbe and Goyle are gluttons. It is easy to deceive them, but Malfoy is not a fool."

"So we have to have a plan."

"What plan? That's Malfoy!

What he hates the most is the two of us. If we send the cake over, he will probably throw it right in our faces. Ron said speechlessly, "How about we try to duel him again?" How about just eating? "

"No, he won't accept this challenge.

And we have to think of a way to let them stay in the auditorium as long as possible. The fewer people there are, the easier it is for us to move. "

Ron was just about to say something when he noticed that Malfoy stood up and seemed to be planning to leave.

"Uh-oh! I guess we have to hurry up."

Harry also noticed Malfoy's movements, "You can't let him leave. No matter what, stabilize him first."

"But there are no plans yet!"

"Just act accordingly!" Harry put three chocolate cakes on the tray and went to the Slytherin table.

Ron sighed and followed suit.

"Malfoy, please wait a moment, we have something we want to talk to you about."

"Potter, and Weasley." Draco frowned in surprise and sneered, "How strange! Isn't Granger with you?"

"This is a private matter and has nothing to do with Hermione," Ron said.

"Oh, but I don't think I have anything to talk about with you." Draco smiled meaningfully, "Crabbe, Goyle, let's go."

"It's Quidditch," Harry said hastily, the most appropriate topic he could think of.

Draco stopped immediately, "Now that you say that, I'm a little more interested."

"Actually, I came here specifically to apologize." Harry forced a smile. Although he was itching with hatred in his heart, he still tried his best to look as kind as possible.

"You actually apologized?" Draco looked at Harry in surprise, not quite believing it, but feeling inexplicably happy in his heart.

"Are you surprised?" Harry sat down and said seriously: "I am more impulsive in the Quidditch match, otherwise I wouldn't have caused your arm to be injured."

Draco thought about the situation and couldn't help but joked: "I remember you seemed to be injured more seriously, Lockhart must have broken all your bones!

And we were the ones who won in the end, Slytherin defeated Gryffindor. "

"These are two different things. At that time, I wanted to drag you into the water and share the pressure together."

"No need to explain, Potter, everyone can see it.

But your apology was very interesting, and I reluctantly accepted it. "

Harry suppressed the frustration in his heart, gritted his back teeth and said: Thank you.

"Now please get out of the way, we need to go back to the common room."

Harry immediately gave Ron a wink, it's your turn.

Although Ron was reluctant, he didn't want any accidents to happen to him.

And Harry had already shown him that as long as he had a thick skin and a big heart, delaying time was not impossible.

"Wait a mininute."

"What's wrong?" Draco asked impatiently, "Don't tell me that you came here to apologize too?"

"Actually, it's true." Ron pursed his lips, "But it's not to you, it's to Goyle."

puff!

Gore spat out the half-eaten cake and pointed at himself in disbelief, "Me? Are you apologizing to me?"

Ron nodded, "Yes."

"But why?"

"Duel Club." Ron said with some embarrassment, "I didn't know what happened at the time. I didn't follow the wizard's dueling rules and beat you up with my bare hands."

"That was a sneak attack, and it seemed that I had the upper hand." Gower said unconvinced, "If someone hadn't pulled me away in time, I would have beaten you to the point where even your mother wouldn't be able to recognize you."

Upon hearing this, Ron's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his fists clenched involuntarily, wanting to punch Goyle in the fat face.

At this time, Harry coughed and gave him a warning look, which conveyed two meanings: the overall situation is the most important, and it is important to find out what happened in the secret room; there are many of them, and we will easily suffer a loss in a fight.

"Maybe!" Ron suppressed his breath, "But no matter what, I was wrong at the time, so I came to you tonight to apologize. I hope you can forgive me."

Goyle was stunned for a moment and turned to look at Draco.

If it were someone else, he would have accepted it, but this was the Weasleys, the family that his boss Malfoy despised the most.

Draco hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly, "Just think of it as an unexpected and interesting Christmas gift!"

"Now that Malfoy has spoken, I will reluctantly forgive you."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and when they thought the time was right, they pushed the tray with three chocolate cakes in front of Draco.

"I apologize, we also prepared one for Crabbe."

The three of them didn't think much, each picked up one and stuffed it into their mouths.

"Don't tell me, it tastes really good."

Draco nodded while chewing, with a smug smile on his face.

Potter and Weasley actually gave in on the same day, and their vanity was instantly satisfied like never before.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because he felt sleepier than ever before and fell directly on the table, as did Crabbe and Goyle.

"Merry Christmas." Ron said calmly.

"Don't waste time, act now!"

Harry helped Crabbe up, and Ron picked up Goyle and sent them to the broom closet, followed by Malfoy.

They were not so polite to these three people, and they roughly stuffed them into the cabinet, but before that, they took off their shoes.

Harry and Ron rushed to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom with three pairs of shoes.

"Hermione, we're back."

"Did you get it?" Hermione walked out of a single room, holding two sets of large uniforms in her hands.

"Three pairs of shoes, all here." Ron said breathlessly, and then looked at the wizard robe Hermione was wearing with some surprise, "Don't tell me these belong to Malfoy?"

"I don't want to look like a fat guy."

"No, you misunderstood me. I think Harry should ask."

"It's easy for him to get through his questioning. What we need is a circumstantial inquiry, not a straight-to-the-point interrogation."

"It makes sense." Harry nodded, "It doesn't matter who you pretend to be, the important thing is to ask the truth."

"Okay, I have no objection."

Harry and Ron changed into Goyle's and Crabbe's clothes and shoes respectively, and Hermione also changed into Malfoy's shoes.

With everything ready, the three of them turned their attention to the three glasses at the same time.

"I guess they must be particularly unpleasant to drink." Ron said with a look of disgust.

"You have to drink that too." Harry handed the polyjuice potion to the two of them, keeping the portion that would turn him into Goyle.

None of the three people wanted to taste the polyjuice potion, so they clinked their glasses and drank it in one breath while pinching their noses.

"I'm about to throw up." The cup in Ron's hand fell to the ground, and he quickly ran to a single room and locked himself in it.

Hermione had the same feeling, threw away the cup with an ugly expression, and ran to another private room.

Harry's endurance was slightly stronger, but he was still too sick to stand.

The effect of the potion was quickly felt, and he made gurgling sounds all over his body, and dense knots rose and fell in his body, as if he was cooking a pot of thick soup.

Harry gasped uncomfortably. He found that his hands were getting thicker quickly, and his nails were also much wider.

The shoulders, skull, and even hair and eyebrows were changing. After a while, Harry looked at the mirror in disbelief. His face completely transformed into Goyle's, but his vision was a little blurry.

Harry then realized that Goyle did not wear glasses, and immediately put the glasses on the sink, and the world became clear.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, but it was Goyle's voice that spoke.

"It's okay." Ron walked out of the single room. He walked to the mirror and touched his face. "It's amazing. He looks exactly like Crabbe."

"Even the voice is the same." Hermione slowly walked up to the two of them while facing Draco, "I really didn't expect that my first time preparing Polyjuice Potion was successful.

It's just that this appearance still feels weird, and I'm not used to it. "

"We'd better hurry up!" Harry said, "We only have one hour, and we have to try our best to pretend as much as possible."

"Draco Malfoy has to walk in front, with a bit of a rebellious look on his face," said Ron, "and Crabbe and Goyle have to follow him like bodyguards.

You two, it's time to test your acting skills. "

"You don't need to remind me." Hermione shrugged and was the first to walk out of the bathroom.

The three of them quickly walked down the stone steps and walked deeper and deeper into the dark corridor.

Harry looked at his watch from time to time. After almost ten minutes, he asked worriedly: "We won't go wrong!"

"No, Slytherin's common room is harder to find, but I've gone out of my way to find out about it.

We'll be there soon. Hermione said, stopping in front of a damp stone wall.

"Um..." Ron pursed his lips, "If this is a door, how do we open it?

Is Alaho Cave open? "

"The unlocking spell is useless, it requires a password." Harry said helplessly, "It seems we have to wait for a real Slytherin to come and take us in.

I hope we have better luck, otherwise it will be bad when the medicine wears off. "