Vol 2 Chapter 895: ?bowl

After a while, Hagrid took out a few bottles of wine and magically placed a full glass of wine in front of everyone-Hagrid himself used a wooden cup the size of a bucket.
"Hagrid, I don't think I can..." Harry received the revelation of the elixir and knew that he could not drink it, but Hermione interrupted before he refused.
"Hagrid! Be sober, Harry and I are both students! We can't drink!" Hermione reminded-although Alan has not graduated from an age, he is already a professor at Hogwarts, and Luna's actual age... So Hermione struggled a bit, and finally decided not to discredit them.
"I drank a lot of soup. Hagrid stopped drinking today." Allen's attention is still on food. He ate a little today.
"Oh, sorry Hermione! I forgot... hiccups~" Hagrid had already taken a sip of himself, and he hiccuped.
"Drinking doesn't matter at all. The three professors present didn't say anything. Are you going to be the teacher's good baby?" Penelonunu grinned with red lips, and looked at Ai, who served himself a bowl of soup with satisfaction. Lun.
Today, Hermione, who has always been at a disadvantage, raised her chin, picked up a cup and sat in front of Penello.
"I'm full, and I went to the Forbidden Forest for a walk and digestion." Luna stood up and waved to the others, stroking her belly and turned around and went out-this made Penney who tried to push Luna over. Luo Angrily put the target on Miss Know-How.
"I haven't drank much recently..." Although Slughorn said so, his hand raised the glass long ago: "After your poor friend Robert was poisoned, I let a house elf taste every one of my favorites. A bottle of wine, although it's okay, I still dare not drink it. Who knows when the poison was given?"
Harry glanced at Hermione who was drinking with Penello on the other side. He was very thankful that she didn't seem to hear Slughorn's speech, otherwise Harry could have imagined Hermione listening to such abusive house elves. What would it look like after doing this-it also made Harry not mindful of correcting Slughorn's mistake of remembering Ron's name again.
"I raised him from an egg," Hagrid said sadly. "How young he was when he was hatched, he was only the size of a pug."
"It's cute." Slughorn complimented slightly.
"I used to keep him in the school cabinet until...Ah..." Hagrid's face darkened.
Harry knew why: the envoy Tom Riddle blamed Hagrid on the secret room incident, and he was expelled from the school.
Slughorn looked at the ceiling, where there were a few copper pots and some animal furs hanging: "Hagrid, you have a lot of good things here... how about it, you want to get married after saving so many valuable things? How is the situation with Mrs. Maxim recently?"
"Olim? She's fine..." Hagrid blushed. "It's a bit inconvenient to go back and forth between England and France. We only meet on weekends, but everything else is fine."
Allen put down the soup bowl and patted his belly a little unsightly: "It seems that you and Mrs. Maxim's apparition practice is good, but it is better to be careful when the distance is too far."
"Don't worry about Ellen, we will all move to the coastline first, then cross the sea, and then teleport to the destination." Hagrid's face was still flushed: "We didn't cross that far at once."
Slughorn didn’t seem to be listening. He took another swig and looked carefully in the cabin. Harry knew he was looking for more treasures, which could be replaced by a lot of oak-aged mead, Candied pineapple and velvet smoking shirt.
Slughorn filled Hagrid and his glass again, asked about the creatures living in the forest now, and asked how Hagrid could take care of them. Hagrid, under the influence of alcohol and Slughorn's flattery, became cheerful, stopped wiping his eyes, and began to talk enthusiastically about the breeding of the tree-guarding pot.
Later, not long later~
Hermione's cheeks flushed and she lay on the table and lost consciousness.
Allen put down his glass and stood up: "Forget it, I'll take Hermione back to the lounge first... She has as much alcohol as Draco."
"Sparkling!" Penello yelled out with a flowing gaze, and then said to Allen, "Let Winning send it. Winning can send her directly to the bed. It's not convenient for you to send it in directly at this time..."
Allen smiled bitterly: "...Don't say it as if I would often send myself into the girls' dormitory at other times..." Allen smiled bitterly:
With a "pop", Shining appeared in the cabin, and she bowed low to Penello.
"Send her back to the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor." Penello pointed to her alcoholic Hermione and ordered. "It's a bit late today. You will have to make it up when you deliver the medicine to my parents."
Harry on the side was a little embarrassed at this time. Hagrid was talking to Slughorn in the corner, and the conversation between Allen and Penello made it harder for him to join. He regretted that he should have brought Ginny over.
"Then, I'll go out to clean up, and I'm ready to go back~" Penello looked at the messy Hagrid's hut, she didn't even plan to ask for the cutlery used by Hagrid and others, she didn't plan to stand up at all. Got up.
"Wait for me, I should go too, I'll send you out." Alan stared at Slughorn and Harry, waving his hand as a goodbye.
Walking outside, Penello leaned over and lit the extinguished fire under the pan outside.
Alan, who was planning to help Penello clean up, asked strangely: "Penello, what are you..."
"Your mother will like my craftsmanship. I will go to the tower to give her a taste." Penello said confidently. She discovered tonight, whether it's Fleur or Daisy or Emily, Harris Apart from Morgan Le Fay and Hufflepuff in the portrait, she has an overwhelming advantage over other women in cooking.
"Your meal today is indeed amazing. I bet you will open her eyes if you give the recipe to Helga in the portrait... By the way, then make some more by the way..." Allen asked quickly. "Today's spices are all provided by Snape. He also improved the formula for us. I will give him a copy of the past."
Under the moonlight, Alan and Penello said goodbye. The firewood outside Hagrid’s hut gave out black smoke, and soon the smoke drifted away in the wind. Only Hagrid, Harry and Hagrid were left in Hagrid’s hut. Slughorn, everyone else has already left.
Harry sat in a chair, watching Hagrid and Slughorn drinking and chatting. From his previous situation to an observer, Harry's feet were hanging in the air and swayed easily under the chair, and his teeth were boring. Lie under his feet.
Hagrid and Hollasraghorn sat side by side in the corner opposite Harry, and Hagrid sang a soothing song of Odor, a dying wizard. Slughorn took a sip of wine, looked at Hagrid with a smile, and shook his body gently with Hagrid's song.
"I raised him from a spider egg, when he first came out of the shell. It was still small, not much bigger than a little milk dog, do you know the size? A little milk dog is about the same size." Hagrid was a little drunk, he Constantly making gestures of different sizes, sadly recalling Aragog.
"It's wonderful, I used to have a fish called Francis to be kind to me." Slughorn also seemed to be infected by Hagrid, put a smile away and talked about his previous experience of raising pets, "One afternoon, When I went downstairs to see, he was gone...'Puff' was gone."
"It's weird? Isn't it?" Hagrid took a few more gulps.
"You lived it, and suddenly the'poof' disappeared." Horace also gave himself a sip: "Yes, but I think this is life."
Hagrid's eyes widened in confusion, sadly recalling what Aragog looked like. He shook his glass and learned Slughorn: "Puff!"
"puff!"
Hagrid's furry head fell backwards, banged it against the wooden wall, and then began to snore.
Harry was smirking at Hagrid and Slughorn's indulgent drinking, and when Slughorn's eyes met him, the smiles on their faces disappeared.
Slughorn's hands were placed on the table, and his cheeks became red under the influence of alcohol, and his appearance was even more old and weak: "It was a student who gave me Francis... One spring afternoon, I saw There was a small bowl on my table. Inside was a shallow puddle of clear water with a petal floating on the water. I looked at it, but it sank. Just when it hit the bottom of the bowl, it deformed , Turned into a small fish, it is wonderful, pleasing to the eye... The flower is a lily (lily in English is lily), as beautiful as your mother."
Harry didn't speak, Slughorn's tone was very sad, "The day I went downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, it was your mother..."
Slughorn couldn't continue speaking for a while, and he was silent for a while. His eyes opened wider than before. The slick and false smile that had been on his face had completely disappeared. He looked at Harry seriously. Helpless and sad: "I know why you are here, but I can't help you. Helping you will ruin myself."
"Do you know how I survived, Professor?" Harry looked over the candlelight flickering in Hagrid's heavy snore, met Slughorn's eyes, and his hand lifted and touched himself On the forehead, "On the night I left this scar, it was because of her, because she sacrificed herself. Because she didn't want to leave me to survive."
The wrinkles on Slughorn's forehead were squeezed together, and there was water and light in his eyes.
"Because her love is more powerful than Voldemort's mana..." Harry continued.
Hearing this name, Slughorn struck a sharp spirit. He closed his eyes and shook his hand in resistance, "Don't say his name!"
"I'm not afraid to say this name! Professor, Britain is very safe now. He was driven out like a bereavement dog, and now he dare not return to England." Harry's tone was a bit fierce, deliberately disdainful, he stood up and walked towards Slughorn: "It doesn't matter if the real savior is Alan or me, or Dumbledore, but to solve him completely, we must know what you told him..."
Slughorn reflexively shook his head and refused, his old cheeks trembling slightly~EbookFREE.me~Be brave, professor! "Blessing agent led Harry to continue to encourage, "Be brave like my mother, otherwise you can only shame her, otherwise the bowl in your heart will be empty forever." "
Slughorn's face was pale, his forehead was full of sweat, and Harry was silent for a moment while staring at each other through a weeping candle. Fortunately, he told Harry not to interrupt the staring, and wait another time. Wait.
Slughorn's eyes were full of tears, and he swallowed as if he had made some kind of decision, "Please don't look down on me after you read this."
He reached into his pocket very slowly, drew out his wand, and took out a small empty bottle from the cloak with his other hand. He still stared into Harry's eyes and raised his fat hand: "Even then, you can't imagine how powerful he is."
Slughorn made up his mind, squinted his eyes in pain, put his wand against his temple, then took it away, drawing out a long silver thread of memory. His hand trembled slightly, Harry's hand stretched out from the opposite side and held his wrist, and Slughorn successfully put the silver thread into the bottle, and the memory hovered in the transparent bottle.
Hogwarts was in Snape's office in the cold underground. The candles on the wall were lit, and they cast dim circles of light. Snape looked at a pot of steaming lamb that suddenly appeared on his desk. Soup, there was a moment of silence, and he pointed his magic wand to the locker on the side. A dirty spoon and a soup bowl flew out. After the renovation of his home in Spider's Alley, the furniture, tableware and cups were replaced. After the new ones, he took these old things to the office.
Snape filled himself with a bowl, but didn't drink it immediately, he just sniffed the special aroma from the soup bowl filled with broth.