As the creator of this Polyjuice Potion, it is almost certain that it was tampered with.
No wonder it didn't thicken after 30 days of cooking, and no wonder the smell is so complicated.
Just as he was about to speak about his discovery, Higgs' entire face contorted in pain.
It has big, round eyes and a long, sharp, downward-pointing beak.
Pansy was so frightened that she immediately grabbed a small arm next to her.
She's quite strong.
Draco, wincing in pain, looked down and saw that Higgs' face was sprouting gray-gold feathers.
"Ah—" Pansy strained even harder.
Daphne, on the other side of her, wasn't quite as terrified, but her face was also deathly pale.
The human head turned into a bird's head, and it even grew feathers.
Marcus turned his head away, unable to bear watching.
Blaise Zabini pulled a bottle of Calming Draught from his pocket.
Crabbe scratched his head and asked Goyle, "Don't you think this round, chubby head looks familiar?"
"It looks familiar; I feel like I see it every day."
"It's Wayne's owl!" Draco shoved Pansy aside. "That idiot must have taken the wrong feather!"
Boul narrowed his eyes.
Higgs body was still changing, saw feathers growing on his hands and swayed as he fell to the ground.
"Get him out of here right now!" Draco gave up struggling.
The more he resisted, the tighter Pansy held him.
Crabbe and Goyle dragged the owl-man out of the common room, one after the other.
Blaise Zabini calmly put the Gold Galleons back into his pocket.
Calming Draught can eliminate negative emotions and help people calm down quickly.
Realizing something, Bull suddenly straightened up. "Wayne must have tampered with your hair!"
How do I move?
"Maybe this hair doesn't even belong to Wayne!"
Marcus scoffed, "Why wasn't it you who failed at brewing it?"
"Impossible!" Bull said decisively. "The reason it took so long is because of the weather. If it were summer, I could have done it in just 20 days!"
"There is absolutely no trace of the Transfiguration used on this hair."
"If they can even make that weird thing that grows bigger when it gets wet, they can definitely make a single hair out of that owl's feather!"
Boole confidently twirled a half-length of gray-gold hair. "Higgs was pulled out of the shower drain. What an incredible coincidence!"
Pansy released his grip. "That idiot, he definitely fell for Wayne's trick!"
Draco rubbed his forearm lightly. "Good, I knew this bastard wouldn't be easy to deal with."
Everyone present had been pranked by the six boys to some extent.
If you fail the first time, try again.
Who will go?
Each person Draco's gaze swept over hung their heads dejectedly.
Pucey said that although his back injury had healed, he hadn't had time to learn the Disillusionment Charm yet.
Boer stared longingly at the remaining four bottles of Polyjuice Potion.
If doing it behind closed doors won't work, then do it openly!
The first choice, of course, is Draco, with whom he has had physical contact on several occasions.
But everyone knows that he can't even get close to anything.
Marcus is Prefect; the consequences of taking action would be severe.
Blaise Zabini may seem alright, but he's actually a complete weakling who can't even beat Neville.
The remaining students would probably be kicked away before they even got close.
After much thought, I realized that a boy wouldn't work.
Pansy puffed out her little chest, "Ha—just a mere Wayne!"
All eyes turned past her and toward Daphne beside her.
"I?"
"He won't lay a hand on someone who poses no threat."
Draco knows Vincent very well.
If he hadn't provoked them on the train, he certainly wouldn't have gotten a beating.
Daphne's face was full of confusion. "Wayne isn't an idiot, and the investigation into Dumbledore is almost over, right?"
"That's Fudge's problem!"
Draco gets furious whenever this is mentioned.
Even though his father had already given him the money, he only brought her back during the Christmas holidays.
He had hoped to use the Polyjuice Potion to get rid of Vincent in one fell swoop, but now he could only ruin his reputation.
"After school starts, send Wayne a letter and ask him to meet you somewhere where no one is around."
A hint of surprise flashed across Daphne's face. "What kind of letter do you want me to write?"
Pansy reached out to shield her, "No, what if Wayne lays a hand on her?"
"That would be perfect."
If he dares to bully a female classmate, Dumbledore can't protect him.
But before that, you have to successfully book a date with someone.
Love letters are unrealistic, and challenges are even more unrealistic.
Everyone present focused their attention on Draco.
Those who know you best are often your enemies.
"I have countless options."
Pansy was relieved, and so was Daphne.
Any sacrifice would be worthwhile as long as this little wizard who tarnishes the honor of Pure-blood is expelled from Hogwarts.
Blaise Zabini grinned maliciously, "I don't believe Wayne won't fall for it this time!"
Marcus's mouth was practically stretched to the back of his head in a wide grin. "I'll pay back double for the humiliation I suffered before!"
Of all the people in the common room, only Bohr was looking worried.
The fact that the Polyjuice Potion had been tampered with proves that Vincent was aware of their every move.
Whether Daphne can get a date or not is not important; what's important is that he needs to cook another pot of soup as soon as possible.
Vincent, far away in Devon, stretched.
In just one afternoon, twenty more Orichalcum Bullet with different patterns had been added.
This was a very energy-consuming activity, and he even felt a little sleepy.
He yawned as he went up to the seventh floor and found that Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel were playing Gwent.
The battle was fierce. After both players played all their cards, their strength values were the same at 51.
After three innings, Vincent yawned and sat down at the table again.
It was exciting, but both of them were incredibly good at locking in points.
If he were facing any of them, he would start with a despair-inducing number.
Because of this tactic, apart from Hermione, no one else in the entire Owl Court Club was willing to play cards with him.
"Child, are you sleepy?" Perenelle came over carrying two covered small dishes.
"Yes, Magical Circuit consume too much energy."
Vincent curiously reached out his hand, only to have it ruthlessly slapped away by her.
"If you're hungry, eat some bread first."
He picked up a baguette with a pout, "Madame Flamel, why do you think it's made into a long strip?"
"In order to make it easier for soldiers to carry bread with them, Napoleon issued a decree concerning bread for the army."
Vincent snapped it in half with force. "I think this is a weapon used for camouflage."
"That's right." Perenelle nodded seriously.
"Uh—I was just kidding."
"I was just kidding."
Although baguettes are not very nutritious, they are very healthy.
"Child, won't you try some?"
Vincent opened his mouth and took a bite.
The outer skin is crispy, while the inside is chewy.
"I should slice it and eat it with sauce."
Perenelle was amused by his expression.
As expected of Gryffindor student, daring to challenge the hardness of a baguette with his teeth.