"Success! Your appearance is good as well..." Ivan began. Still, he quickly stopped when he noticed Gabrielle's reddening complexion, realizing he had misspoken. Beside him, Hermione shot him a malicious glare. In reality, Ivan hadn't meant anything else. He had wanted to say that Gabrielle's hair had the same scent as the Polyjuice Potion. Still, he had inadvertently made it sound like he was commenting on Gabrielle's personal scent. This was an awkward situation, and Ivan wasn't sure how to clarify his words.
The last time he had taken Polyjuice Potion was in his first year when he transformed into Crabbe's appearance to sneak into the Slytherin common room. After adding Crabbe's hair to the Polyjuice Potion, Ivan vividly remembered that the potion had turned into a dark, foul-smelling brew. Drinking it had been a memorable and unpleasant experience he wouldn't forget in his lifetime. Compared to Crabbe's potion, the Polyjuice Potion for Gabrielle seemed to have a more pleasant color and, hopefully, a better taste.
"Now that the transformation is complete, what should we do next?" Gabrielle asked as she took the jar from Hermione's hand.
"Drink this concoction directly," Ivan instructed. "Remember to take it every hour and drink as much as possible. Don't worry about running out; there's enough dosage to transform you for three days."
Ivan noticed that Gabrielle seemed a bit anxious, so he reassured her. "Don't worry, Hermione will be with you. When tomorrow comes..."
"Okay," Gabrielle nodded, then raised the jar to her mouth. However, she suddenly remembered something and widened her eyes as she looked at Ivan. She asked hurriedly, "The competition starts tomorrow, but where do I sleep tonight?"
Indeed, this was a problem neither Ivan nor Hermione had considered before. Initially, Ivan suggested they follow the school's agreed-upon plan, but Gabrielle couldn't stay in the boys' dormitory. Going back to Beauxbatons wasn't an option either. She couldn't stay in the Gryffindor common room since it was against the rules.
Silence enveloped the room, and the atmosphere grew increasingly awkward. Fleur raised an eyebrow, showing her dissatisfaction as if she was about to speak up.
"Relax," Hermione intervened before Fleur could voice her opinion. "Tonight, you and I will be staying in the same place. I'll make the arrangements."
With the issue resolved, Ivan couldn't help but find it odd that Gabrielle would be sleeping in the same place as his body and Hermione. However, he quickly realized that the magical security measures in the girls' dormitories weren't based on physical appearance but rather on whether the person's name appeared on the magic list. In other words, even though Gabrielle looked like Ivan, she could enter Hermione's bedroom without any issues. As long as they returned a bit later and managed to sneak in, they could share a bed without anyone discovering their secret.
Ivan shook his head, deciding not to dwell on that thought any longer. "Let's just drink the Polyjuice Potion here," he suggested. "Afterward, you can attend classes with me. If I happen to leave early, you can find Hermione along with Colin and Ginny. Got it? Okay, let's drink up!"
Under the watchful gazes of Fleur and Hermione, Ivan and Gabrielle simultaneously swallowed the potion. Like before, they felt a scorching heat radiating from their throats, spreading rapidly throughout their bodies, permeating every cell. Ivan's body was shrinking rapidly, becoming shorter and more delicate. At the same time, his hair lengthened and turned into a striking silver-white color. On the other side, Gabrielle's features began to shift and distort, much like melting wax.
Her hair began to grow, taking on Ivan's appearance. Seeing someone else's face in the mirror was undeniably a strange sensation. After a few seconds, Ivan had transformed into a cute eight or nine-year-old girl, taking on Gabrielle's appearance. The previously well-fitted clothes hung loosely on Ivan's frame, slipping down. He had to hold them up with his tiny hands, but his strength was greatly diminished, making even this task challenging.
On the other hand, Gabrielle's clothes were now uncomfortably tight on Ivan's petite body. She couldn't bear it any longer and quickly removed her clothes, though her movements were awkward and uncoordinated. Fortunately, Fleur and Hermione were there to help, or the transformation would have taken even longer.
Hermione took the clothes Ivan had brought along and assisted Gabrielle in changing. Both of them were busy with the process. Ivan desperately hoped they wouldn't undress completely, especially not before him.
Gabrielle, too, felt quite awkward and self-conscious, knowing that Ivan was right there. On the other hand, Hermione showed no inhibitions and quickly stripped off her clothes to change into her new appearance. It was clear to Ivan that she treated her own body with a level of comfort and familiarity that he couldn't.
However, he could not control the two sides of him; Fleur was looking at him with the vision of being interested, looking at the infant him.
"Em, what design clothes do you like?" She walked open the Gabrielle closet in the past and turned round to look at Ivan; on the face is having the smiling face of pondering, "What peculiar requirement had?"
Ivan looked at one dazzlingly to fill the closet slowly, dizziness that had not thought of Gabrielle unexpectedly wearing these many clothes.
"Is suspenders long skirt what kind, matches the blue cloak? Does not like that sleeveless what kind of?" Fleur, who took clothes for each article, demonstrated in front of Ivan that "this joined bodies skirt, didn't satisfy? I think this black ultra-short flower bud silk skirt and my younger sister match very much; it seems adorable? She was, too; what a pity shy puts on embarrassed. Do you want to attempt?"
"You think now this season wear a miniskirt to go out to the lake water under appropriate?" Ivan clenched teeth to open his mouth and said that Fleur took how were the skirts, thought purely looked oneself laughed, "took Beauxbatons school robe to me."
"Good, the present child was too conservative and unlovable!" Fleur said it also opens the closet following one, "Since the outside is school robe, then the underwear, you want to trade any design. What a pity, my younger sister's design is too ordinary, my you put on not to be inappropriate, how many with doesn't need me to ask others to borrow? To the words of Hogsmeade order, general a while can."
"I put on my!" Ivan said, "hurries to take Gabrielle's school robe to me.""You can some be too big, you will not plan that finds nobody's place to take off, doesn't put on?" Fleur said that has swept Ivan one, "I may remind you, the boy, do not seize the chance the peeping my younger sister's body..."Ivan has not spoken and hears Gabrielle shout, "Cannot look!"
Her small blushes cannot be read, shy awfully. Fleur and Ivan's talked she to hear clear, wishing one could look for a hole to worm one's way into. Ivan sighed; he had not planned to look when this girl took off her clothes and how not to have that many worries. Also, even if he wants to look that attractive, what does the body of an eight- and nine-year-old little girl have?!
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Fleur sincerely didn't help Evan change his clothes, so he had to call Hermione for assistance, resulting in Fleur helping Gabrielle instead. Even though the underwear was a bit loose, it wasn't uncomfortably tight, so it stayed in place. However, in the end, Evan insisted on not removing it completely, which relieved Gabrielle. She was a little afraid when Evan took off all his clothes. When the three of them weren't paying attention, Evan lowered his head to check the collar and found nothing attractive.
With the help of Fleur and Hermione, after about ten minutes, Evan and Gabrielle had changed into their new clothes. Fortunately, Beauxbatons' school robes had a similar design for males and females, so the difference wasn't too noticeable. Evan was feeling somewhat agitated, but it wasn't unbearable. This was because his body had become more slender due to weight loss, and his strength had decreased slightly. However, the changes were only in his appearance; his magical abilities remained unchanged. Evan put the Polyjuice Potion jar into his bag and left the carriage with the others. It was class time, so many people were heading to their respective classes.
They were surrounded by Beauxbatons' female students familiar with Gabrielle, but Evan didn't know anyone and felt overwhelmed. Beside him, the real Gabrielle was also trying to blend in, having transformed herself for the first time, fearing that she might be discovered.
"Don't you two have any issues?" Hermione worriedly asked, "I feel something's not quite right."
"Relax, we're fine. You should go to Potions!" Evan replied, turning to grin at Fleur. "You should hurry to the Transfiguration classroom and not worry about us."
"Alright then, my dear sister!" Fleur said, giving Gabrielle kisses on both cheeks. Evan and Hermione were shocked. They noticed Gabrielle didn't move away, allowing the kisses, and even seemed to want them.
Evan quickly intervened and stopped the situation, but the surrounding people had already witnessed the bizarre scene. Fleur kissing Evan? Is Gabrielle not avoiding it? Everyone was perplexed, wondering what secret relationship Fleur and Evan had.
Evan gave Fleur a sly smile and, along with Gabrielle, continued walking to the Divination classroom. Along the way, he repeatedly reminded Gabrielle to act like her usual self.
Gabrielle followed his advice and entered the Divination classroom, taking her seat without any incidents. It turned out that Professor Trelawny was fulfilling her role as a Divination teacher quite seriously. She made predictions, not just targeting students she disliked but following a systematic approach.
Evan realized that, just like Harry, he had become a focal point of Professor Trelawny's attention during previous Divination classes. Various predictions of death and unfortunate futures were constantly made about him. Most of the students in the class were already familiar with these predictions and had become somewhat numb to them.
However, today was different. They were astonished that Professor Trelawny's predictions were now focused on Gabrielle, completely ignoring Evan. In the Divination class, students were using crystal balls for their predictions. Evan, however, couldn't see anything inside the crystal ball apart from the changing patterns of light, thanks to Professor Trelawny's dimly lit classroom filled with incense.
"Dear!" Professor Trelawny suddenly collected her thoughts and addressed Evan. "Yes, Professor?" Evan asked. "What is it?" He thought she would overlook Gabrielle's appearance since he had taken on her appearance. However, Professor Trelawny didn't stare at Evan with her large eyes; instead, she approached him somberly.
"Do you see anything in your crystal ball? Could this be an omen?" She spoke in a mysterious tone.
"No, I haven't seen anything," Evan replied, extending his response as if this was a recurring issue. However, the other students suddenly became alert, focusing on Evan.
"Professor, what's in Gabrielle's crystal ball?" a curious female student asked.
"It's a shadow, though I can't see the details clearly. But it's definitely not a good sign," Professor Trelawny said. "Dear, trust me, you are headed for a grim fate, perhaps even death!"
Gasps and whispers filled the classroom as the students retreated, their faces filled with unease. This was the first time they had heard Professor Trelawny make such ominous predictions about someone besides Evan. This prediction would be linked to Evan and Gabrielle's interaction if this prediction came true.
"Alright, Professor, thank you for the prediction," Evan said, standing up. "I'm sorry, but may I use the restroom?"
"Dear, you're clearly influenced by the special energy vibrations in my classroom, making your destiny unusually clear," Professor Trelawny said. "If you leave now, you might miss an opportunity."
"I'm truly sorry, but I'm quite anxious," Evan said in a low voice, leaving the classroom. He didn't want to be continuously scrutinized by Professor Trelawny. While the chances of her predictions coming true were slim, he didn't want her to say anything alarming that might raise suspicions.
As for the prolonged restroom visit, he decided to let others speculate. What happened behind their backs would eventually become known.