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Nagini.

Dinner.

Hello, Harry. All right. Wow.

Hello.

You’re looking fit. Yeah, he’s absolutely gorgeous.

What say we get undercover before someone murders him?

Evening.

I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister.

You are more important.

Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley. Oh, Pleasure to meet you.

He was never always this handsome. Dead ugly.

True enough.

Owe it all to a werewolf, name of Greyback.

Hope to repay the favor one day. You’re still beautiful to me, William.

Just remember, Fleur, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now.

My husband, the joker.

By the way, wait till you hear the news. Remus and I…

All right. We’ll have time for a cozy catch-up later.

We’ve got to get the hell out of here And soon.

Potter, you’re underage, which means you’ve still got the Trace on you.

What’s the Trace?

If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose.

We have to use those means of transport the Trace cant detect.

Brooms, Thestrals and the like. We go in pairs.

That way, if anyone’s out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be…

they wont know which Harry Potter is the real one.

The real one?

I believe you’re familiar with this particular brew.

No. Absolutely not.

I told you he’d take it well.

No, if you think I’m gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I…

Never done that before, have we? No. No. This is different.

I mean, taking that, becoming me. No.

Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.

Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.

Everyone here is of age, Potter.

They’ve all agreed to take the risk.

Technically, I’ve been coerced.

Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter.

Always been a huge admirer. Nip it, Mundungus.

All right, Granger, as discussed.

Blimey, Hermione. Straight in here, if you please.

For those of you who haven’t taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning.

It tastes like goblin piss.

Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?

Just trying to diffuse the tension.

Wow, were identical.

Not yet, you’re not.

Haven’t got anything a bit more sporting, have you?

I don’t really fancy this color.

Well, fancy this, you’re not you. So shut it and strip.

All right, all right.

You’ll need to change too, Potter.

Bill, look away. I’m hideous.

I knew she was lying about that tattoo.

Harry, your eyesight really is awful.

Right, then. We’ll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector.

Mundungus, stick tight to me. I wanna keep an eye on you.

As for Harry… Yes?

The real Harry.

Where the devil are you, anyway? Here.

You’ll ride with Hagrid.

I brought you here 16 years ago when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle.

Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now.

Yes, it’s all very touching. Let’s go.

Head for the Burrows. We’ll rendezvous there.

On the count of three.

Hold tight, Harry.

One…

two…

three!

Which one? Where are you?

He’s on your right!

He’s over there!

Down!

Hagrid, we have to help the others!

I canگt do that, Harry. Mad-Eyes orders.

Hang on.

Stupefy!

Hang on, Harry.

Hagrid.

No. No.