Moody Potter, you're underage, which means you still have the Trace on you.
Moody If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is, we'll have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect: Brooms, Thestrals, and the like; we'll go in pairs. That way if anyone's out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be... they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one.
Moody [takes out Polyjuice Potion]
I reckon that you're familiar with this particular brew.
[recognizes it; sarcastically]
No, absolutely not.
Told you he'd take it well.
Moody All right, Granger. As discussed.
[as Hermione plucks a piece of his hair off his head]
Blimey, Hermione.
Moody Straight in here if you please. [Hermione dips the hair into the flask] For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: it tastes like goblin piss.
Have lots of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye? [Moody glares at him] ...Just trying to diffuse the tension.
FA Fred and George
[Fred, George, Mundungus, Fleur, Hermione, and Ron take a sip of the Polyjuice Potion and transform into the six Potters]
Wow, we're identical!
Moody Not yet, you're not.
[All seven, including the real Harry, put on the same clothes]
Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?
Yeah, I don't really fancy this color.
Moody Well, fancy this, you're not you. So shut it and strip.
M Mundungus
All right, all right.
Moody [to Harry]
You'll need to change too, Potter.
F Fleur
[while undressing]
Bill, look away. I'm hideous.
I knew she was lying about that tattoo.
[putting on Harry's glasses]
Harry, your eyesight really is awful.
Moody Right, then. We'll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector. Mundungus, stick tight to me. I wanna keep an eye on ya. As for Harry...
Moody The real Harry. Where the devil are you, anyway?
Moody You'll ride with Hagrid.
H Hagrid
[to Harry]
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.
