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.
The point is, we have to use those means of transport the trace can't 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 won't 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 would take it well.
No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me...
Never done that before, have I?
No! No, this is different. Taking that, becoming me, no!
Well, none of us really fancy it mate.
Yeah, imagine if something went wrong 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...
Tastes like goblin p***.
Have enough experiences with that, do you Mad-Eye?
Just trying to defuse the tension.
Wow! We're identical!
Not yet, you're not.
Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?
Yeah, I don't really fancy this colour.
Well fancy this. You're not you.
So shut it and strip.
All right, all right!
You need to change too, Potter.
Bill, look away. I'm hideous.
I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo.
Harry, your eyesight really is awful.
All right then. We'll be pairing off.
Each Potter will have a protector.
Mundungus, stick tight to me. I want to 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!