You KNOW there’s a brothel that constantly brews polyjuice. Bring in a hair from the person you’re attracted to, and have sex with (someone who looks exactly like) them!

You can even obliviate the polyjuice’d person afterwards and leave no evidence behind. Consent in the wizarding world is beyond fucked.

Did it really dissolve into rust, or did your parents secretly throw away your poop nail in the middle of the night?