Vol 2 Chapter 1526: Wine curse and sequel

This time, Elaine directly put the cup of milk against the wine, and she shook her head and reached for the bottle on the table.
Ai Wen stopped her and touched her under the table with her feet, telling her that she could not drink anymore!
Elaine looked up at Ai Wen, and there was a faint faintness in the face of the white pheasant. The red wine eyes seemed to be deeper and shimmering under the candlelight.
The two men had a short-lived exchange, and Ai Wen was defeated, and gave her a little more, silently telling Elaine not to mess.
Also, don't be too insatiable, she is still a child, can't drink!
Just as Avon and Elaine communicated silently, Slughorn's gaze removed from the unicorn hair in Hagrid's hands.
He began to search carefully in the hut, looking for more treasures, and he could be replaced with a lot of oak aged mead, pineapple candied and velvet smoking shirts. Then, Slughorn filled Hagrid and his own cup and asked how many animals in Hagrid could look after it.
Hagrid cheerfully played the role of alcohol and the arrogance of Slughorn, stopped rubbing his eyes, and began to talk about the raising of the tree.
At this time, Fuling agent gently pushed Harry.
He noticed that the wine brought by Slughorn was soon to be lighted, and he would not cast a full spell without speaking, but the idea that he could not do tonight was ridiculous.
Harry took his wand in the belly of the table and pointed at the empty cup. The cup was immediately full.
Both Hagrid and Slughorn are unaware that they are now sharing the story of illegally trading dinosaur eggs. Ivan saw it and he gestured to let him.
You don't need to make a sound, you don't even need a wand, and Avon can apply a curse and a spell.
I saw that Slughorn’s cup was full and empty, and soon it was full again.
However, in this way, he does not have time to manage Elaine, but as long as the bottle is properly managed, there is no problem.
The conversation continued and the atmosphere gradually warmed up.
Unconsciously, Ivan and Harry followed a lot, and Elaine also sneaked a lot, but it didn't matter.
Even the three of them are like this, Hagrid and Slughorn need not say much.
About an hour later, the two of them began to indulge in a toast: for Aragok, for Hogwarts, for Dumbledore, for the elves, for...
"For Harry Potter!" Hagrid yelled, drunk the 14th barrel of wine and sipped it. He didn't realize it. He took the initiative to find the wine to fill his big cup.
"Right!" Slughorn screamed in confusion. "For Bally Walter, the salvation boy, um, that's almost the same thing."
He muttered and followed.
"The next cup, for Avon Mason!"
"In order to ask questions, the gods!" Slughorn followed with a drink.
Who is the of beauty? Ai Wen silently filled his glass with his mantra.
Slughorn seems to be drunk, but it is actually not so drunk.
He remembered his purpose, and it was not long before Hagrid tearfully threw the tail of the unicorn into the hands of Slughorn.
He smashed them into his pocket and shouted, "For friendship! Be generous! For a ten-gallon!"
For a moment, Hagrid and Slughorn sat side by side, holding each other and singing a soothing sad song, singing a dying wizard Otto.
"Ah, good people don't live long!" Hagrid muttered to the table. He had a bit of an eye. He was nearing the limit and still singing. "My father is so young, he is gone, your father and mother." Also, Harry..."
The huge tears poured out from Hagrid's wrinkled corners of his eyes. He grabbed Harry's arm and swayed. "They are the best couples of their age, the worst pair I have ever seen... terrible, terrible...

Next, Slughorn sang sadly. "Hero Otto was carried back to his hometown and carried to the place he was familiar with when he was a child. The hat turned over and buried in the soil. The wand was folded in two sections, how sad and sad."
"Well, terrible, terrible!" Hagrid groaned, his unkempted head rolled into his arms and slammed low.
"I'm sorry!" Slughorn said with a sigh. "I never sing."
"Higer is not talking about the song you sing, Professor."
"He is talking about the death of my father and mother," Harry whispered.
"Oh!" Slughorn suppressed a big cockroach and said, with a blank expression. "Oh, yeah, that's terrible, terrible, terrible..."
He didn't seem to know what to say, but went to the glass to add wine.
Ai Wen didn't interrupt, because Harry seemed to think about it.
"I think, you don't remember that thing, Harry?" Slughorn asked awkwardly.
"I don't remember, I was only one year old when they died," said Harry, staring at the candlelight swaying in Hagrid's heavy snoring. "But I learned a lot later, from other people. I heard that my father died first, Professor, you know?"
"I, I don't know." Slughorn said weakly.
"It was Voldemort who killed him and then crossed his body and walked over to my mother." Harry continued to say sadly.
When he heard this, Slughorn slammed and his eyes gradually became fearful.
He wanted to turn his head, but it seemed that there was a magic affecting him, unable to remove his fearful eyes from Harry's face.
"He told my mother to go away," Harry said ruthlessly. "Voldemort told me that she could have died. He just wanted to kill me. She could have escaped."
"Oh, my God!" Slughorn said softly. "She could have... she didn't have to be terrible, it was terrible!"
"Yeah!" Harry approached Slughorn. His voice was almost whispering. "But she didn't move. She stopped in front of Voldemort's wand. Dad was dead. She didn't want me to die. She protected me. She tried to plead with Voldemort, but he just laughed and did not hesitate to kill..."
"Enough!" Slughorn suddenly cried, holding his trembling hand, and the tail of the unicorn in his arms fell out, all undecided, "Really, enough, dear child, enough Stop, don't say it anymore, I am just an old man, I don't need to listen, I don't want to listen..."
"You like my mother, aren't you?" Fuling agent guided Harry and let him know what to say. "You said before, she is your favorite student."
"Harry!" said Slughorn, and his eyes were filled with tears. "I can't imagine anyone who has seen her will not like her, very brave, very lively, very smart, very flattering, She used to be my favorite student. Ah, the most terrible thing..."
"Yeah, you like her so much, but you don't want to help her son. She gave her life to me, but you don't even give me a memory."
The snoring of Hagrid was filled with the hut, and Evan looked at Harry and Slughorn intently.
Next, Elaine sat quietly in the chair, and Ha, staring firmly at Slughorn's tearful eyes, seemed unable to divert his attention.
"Don't say that, Harry, don't say that, beg you, don't say that again!" He whispered, tears left behind the eyes. "If you can help you, of course it's not a problem, there is no problem at all, but That thing is useless..."

Useful!
said Harry clearly.
Dumbledore needs to understand. I need to understand that this is the greatest help for us. We need that memory.

"That memory is very important, Professor." Ai Wen whispered, he felt that Harry's courage is a bit big, so that is really no problem with Slughorn?
But Harry knew he was safe, and Fleming told him that Slughorn would not remember anything tomorrow morning...