"Why can't we go together?"
A chorus of complaints rang out in the Training Room. Many of the members who had not been chosen voiced their protests and dissatisfaction. They wanted to take part in the upcoming operation against the Death Eaters too.
"All right, stop complaining. If you want to participate, put more effort into Defence Against the Dark Arts first." Albert suppressed the noise and discontent. "I hope you understand that this has never been a game. Our enemies are the infamous Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Don't throw away your lives because of stupid overconfidence and arrogance."
No one complained anymore.
They had only been grumbling verbally. The people selected were the best of the Defence Association.
"All right, those who were just selected, come and gather here."
Everyone quickly lined up in a row, each holding a small cup Shanna had handed them.
Albert walked over with a bottle of Potion bubbling like mud.
"What is that?"
Angelina could not help frowning at the bottle.
"Polyjuice Potion," Fred explained.
"Looks like we need to disguise ourselves as someone else." Kenneth was somewhat surprised, but he could not help feeling relieved.
Albert pulled out the stopper, dropped several hairs he had obtained from somewhere into the bottle, and gave it a gentle shake. The Potion began to bubble and smoke, turning a clear golden yellow in the blink of an eye.
"Wow, whose hair is that?" Lee Jordan asked.
"Harry Potter's."
Albert began pouring the Potion into the cups in their hands, reminding them, "It should last about three hours. Once you've finished drinking, go over there to change, then come back here and gather again."
The Polyjuice Potion did not taste very good. It was rather harsh on the throat, and many people broke into