Remus Lupin pulled Tonks to her feet, helped his wife into her clothes, then rummaged a pair of glasses from his pocket and perched them on the bridge of Tonks's nose. Only then did Tonks see the world before her clearly again.
The others also began getting used to their new bodies. Quite a few of them even felt themselves over without the slightest concern. Even someone as capable as Bill had little experience with transformations from Polyjuice Potion, and even Mundungus Fletcher kept sniffing himself—he had discovered that the special stench of chewed gum and the sharp, boot-leather reek of cigarettes that usually clung to him were gone.
Harry fell silent again. To him, seeing so many versions of himself stripping in the room without the slightest scruple and casually showing off his body was utterly helpless. His mouth opened, then closed again. He really wanted to ask them to show a little respect for his privacy. Harry felt that if they were dealing with their own bodies, they definitely would not act like this.
"I think that once the operation is complete, everyone will have plenty of time to remain curious about Harry. For now, let us divide into groups..." Dumbledore clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention. "Each group will have a protector. Mundungus, you go with Moody and use a Flying Broomstick..."
Somewhat afraid of Mad-Eye, Mundungus pleaded, "Can't I switch to someone else?"
"Because you're the only one who needs watching!" Moody's magical eye whizzed around and glared fiercely at him from the side of his head. The cane he held in both hands struck the floor hard, and while he spoke, that magical eye never left Mundungus.
Dumbledore paid them no further attention and pointed at the twins. "Arthur, you take Fred... Hagrid has