Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [74]
“Yeah, sure Myrtle…” said Harry, not really knowing what she was talking about.
“So what are you doing here?” asked Myrtle.
“We have to make copies of ourselves,” blurted Hermione. She immediately put her hands over her mouth as though to try and erase what she said, but it was too late.
“Why do you need to do that?” asked Myrtle suspiciously. Harry decided he might as well use the same story as before.
“Because all of us want to go to Hogsmeade with two different people,” said Harry. Myrtle eyed him suspiciously.
“Really?” she asked slowly. “All three of you?”
“Yes,” Harry, Ron, and Hermione said in unison.
“Okay…. Well then, I’ll leave you to do that,” she said as the disappeared out a window in the room. The three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
“Well there’s something you don’t see everyday,” said Harry.
“Let’s do this,” said Ron, taking his wand out of his pocket. Harry and Hermione followed him and took their wands out as well.
“Let’s make a circle, and each make a copy of the other,” said Hermione. Harry nodded in agreement, it would be rather difficult to do it on yourself. Harry got behind Ron, and he got behind Hermione. They formed a rather triangular circle. Hermione pointed her wand to Harry’s back, and Ron pointed his wand to Hermione’s back. Harry pointed his wand to Ron’s back.
“Clonusout!” they all yelled at the same time. Harry immediately saw a fuzzy version of Ron forming next to him. He suddenly felt as though he had run a mile. Copying humans was evidently harder than copying pillows. The copied Ron was slowly coming into focus, like a bad television station you were adjusting. Every second was like sprinting another hundred yards. Harry was panting now, feeling his muscles ache all over.
Finally, after what felt like a marathon run, the copy of Ron was crystal clear, and Harry collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath. Each was difficult to draw, but he was slowly gaining his strength back. Harry wondered how Ron and Hermione did. He immediately leapt to his feet, and looked at them. They were standing upright, but there were no clones of Harry or Hermione to be seen.
“Where are your clones?” asked Harry. Ron and Hermione bet their heads down.
“We couldn’t do it Harry,” said Hermione. “It just took too much energy.” Harry put his hand on his forehead, disappointed.
“You’re just stronger than us Harry,” said Ron. “I guess you do more exercise in those Quidditch practices than I do.” Harry gave a deep sigh.
“Well, what are we going to do?” asked Harry. “We only have one clone.”
“Well… could you… do us?” asked Hermione, twisting her foot on the ground. Harry sighed again.
“I guess I could, but I’d rather not if I didn’t have to,” said Harry. But suddenly, and idea came to him. “I’ve got it!” Harry pointed his wand at Ron’s arm.
“Engorgio!” yelled Harry. Ron’s arm got bigger and bigger, the muscles were bulging, they looked as though they were in danger of popping out of Ron’s skin. When Ron’s biceps were about six inches high, Harry stopped, and did the spell on the other one.
“There you go Ron! You should have plenty of strength, enough to make a hundred clones,” said Harry. Ron raised his arms above his head, and then brought them down upon a sink behind him. There was an earsplitting loud crash, and then all that remained of the sink was a small pile of dust.
“I could get used to this!” said Ron.
“Well, you shouldn’t,” said Hermione. “The Engorgio Charm only works on humans for a little while. You’re massive arms will be back to how they were before in less than a half hour.” Ron frowned.
“Oh, and I was just getting to like them!” said Ron.
“Yeah, yeah, back to work now,” said Harry. “Ron, use the Cloning Charm on me and Hermione, and then lets get ready to go, we only have about two hours left. Ron quickly took his wand out,