Everyone's Reactions, A Chance Encounter in Diagon Alley

As a former Auror—and a legendary one at that—Alastor Moody was not the indecisive sort. Once he had made up his mind, he immediately stepped forward, plucked a hair from Laines's head, and dropped it into the Polyjuice Potion. The moment the potion changed color, he drank it in one gulp.

The effect was immediate. His face began to twist, and his magical eye was pushed out with a pop by a real eye, like a marble being knocked from place.

Within seconds, he had completely transformed into Laines.

"How does it feel?" Kyle asked curiously.

"A little strange." Moody frowned.

Without the magical eye's all-encompassing, obstruction-free vision, he felt oddly uncomfortable—and severely lacking in security.

Still, those were things he could overcome with time.

"No, I meant the taste." Kyle said. "Everyone's Polyjuice Potion tastes different. I was rather curious."

"Not good." Though Moody could not understand Kyle's train of thought, he answered honestly. "Salty and fishy. A bit like salmon that's been sitting around too long."

"Then you'd better get used to stronger flavors, Professor." Kyle could not help laughing. "After all, you'll have to drink this often from now on."

"I've never been picky about flavors." Moody said. "But how am I supposed to pass information to you? Here?"

"No, you don't need to do anything." Kyle shook his head.

Moody's enemies were not just those wandering wizards. Voldemort might be among them as well. The more he did, the more likely he was to make a mistake.

"Until the day you openly turn against them, just treat yourself as the real Babol Laines. As for when to act, and how to persuade those wandering wizards to turn against them with you... Professor, you should have more experience than I do."

"Of course." After thinking for a