Page 236 - [2]Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

THE POLYJUICE POTION

could feel his feet slipping around in Goyle’s huge shoes and had to
hoist up his robes as he shrank; they crashed up the steps into the
dark entrance hall, which was full of a muffled pounding coming

from the closet where they’d locked Crabbe and Goyle. Leaving
their shoes outside the closet door, they sprinted in their socks up
the marble staircase toward Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.
“Well, it wasn’t a complete waste of time,” Ron panted, closing
the bathroom door behind them. “I know we still haven’t found
out who’s doing the attacks, but I’m going to write to Dad tomor-
row and tell him to check under the Malfoys’ drawing room.”
Harry checked his face in the cracked mirror. He was back to
normal. He put his glasses on as Ron hammered on the door of
Hermione’s stall.
“Hermione, come out, we’ve got loads to tell you —”
“Go away!” Hermione squeaked.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.

“What’s the matter?” said Ron. “You must be back to normal by
now, we are —”
But Moaning Myrtle glided suddenly through the stall door.
Harry had never seen her looking so happy.
“Ooooooh, wait till you see,” she said. “It’s awful —”
They heard the lock slide back and Hermione emerged, sob-
bing, her robes pulled up over her head.
“What’s up?” said Ron uncertainly. “Have you still got Milli-
cent’s nose or something?”
Hermione let her robes fall and Ron backed into the sink.
Her face was covered in black fur. Her eyes had turned yellow
and there were long, pointed ears poking through her hair.
“It was a c-cat hair!” she howled. “M-Millicent Bulstrode

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