Vol 2 Chapter 1185:

To be honest, this made Harry a bit discouraged. In fact, he relied on some experience brought to him by the Half-Blood Prince, and Malfoy really relied on his knowledge of potions to win Slughorn's approval.
Harry must admit, Malfoy is still funny?
Taking a different path is probably the biggest contradiction between the two.
The bell rang, and both Ernie and Malfoy left the classroom quickly. In fact, Malfoy would feel uncomfortable staying here for an extra minute. Strictly speaking, the Potions class was considered Harry's home game.
Since Voldemort's return, Harry and Dumbledore were naturally another strong thigh, otherwise Dumbledore would not be able to persuade Slughorn to return to Hogwarts to continue teaching.
No one can take care of themselves, unless the fish is so salted that they can no longer be salted, and then honestly hide in the United States or other places.
However, it was better to go, and Harry thought it was great now.
"Professor!" Harry called.
Slughorn glanced over his shoulder immediately. When he was sure that there were only him and Harry in the entire classroom, he left as quickly as possible.
"Professor, professor, don't you want to try my potion...?" Harry cried with disappointment. But he has gone.
What's the problem stumping myself? But the feeling of self-confidence you've been obsessed with hasn't completely disappeared, but it gave Harry some little comfort.
Disappointedly, Harry emptied his cauldron, packed his bag, and left the dungeon and walked slowly towards the common room upstairs.
Fanlin, Hermione, and Ron returned in the late afternoon.
"Harry" as soon as Hermione got through the hole in the portrait, she said, "Harry, I've passed!"
"Good job, where's Ron?" Harry asked. "Ron—he seems to have failed," Hermione said embarrassingly.
At that time Ron Harbor got into the house, looking very depressed.
"It's just unlucky. It's a trivial matter, where the examiner stabs and says that he dropped half of his eyebrows..."
"No matter what, this is considered an out-of-body type." Fanlin said, "However, it's nothing, just pay attention next time."
"Compared to this, Harry, how is Slughorn? He and you..."
"Fail!" Harry briefly answered Fanlin's question. Then Harry began to comfort Ron again.
"Unlucky, buddy, but you will pass it next time. We can take the exam together."
"Yes, I hope so," Ron said roughly, "only half an eyebrow! Just that!"
"I know, that would be too harsh." Hermione comforted.
Ron had been complaining about the chief examiner during the entire dinner. To be precise, Ron's apparition was not proficient enough, it was just a matter of practicing for a while.
After returning to the common room, Ron also looked a little excited.
They are still discussing the memory of the next Slughorn.
"So, Harry—do you want water or something with luck?" Ron asked. "Yeah, I hope that would be better. I don't think you need to drink them all. It doesn't take 24 hours of good luck, but you can't drink them all,...just a sip. Two or three hours will work."
"I tried a few drops today, maybe the dose is a little small, but I also have a general idea of ​​this feeling." Harry said.
"My self-confidence?" Fanlin asked curiously.
"Almost, I have some left, enough to solve Slughorn's problem. Although I don't know what to do, there will definitely be that kind of inspiration..."
"Uh..." Fanlin was a bit speechless. He didn't like this unknown feeling a little bit, although he often relied on inspiration to act, such as alchemy...
"It feels good to take him," Ron said reminiscently. "It seems you can do nothing wrong."
"What are you talking about?" Hermione laughed and said, "You have never taken it!"
"Yes, but I thought I had it, didn't I?" Ron said hopefully. "Similarly."
"Probably." Fanlin shrugged. "Perhaps I can study it. Nicole Mayer must know how to make it."
"Nicole May? He hasn't..."
"Oh, yes." Fanlin said, "Some...interesting things have emerged, so Nicholas chose to stay for a while. It is not difficult for him. I doubt that if Nicolae If May is willing, Nicolaema is fully capable of making a Philosopher's Stone. I heard that the core of Busbarton is a Philosopher's Stone made by Nicolaema.
"Unbelievable..." Ron exclaimed.
The next step is to contain Slughorn, and now they have focused on Slughorn's memory, and there is only so much they can do at Hogwarts.
They only saw Slughorn enter the hall, as if he was going to eat. They just wandered in the lounge for a while, and planned that once Slughorn returned to the teachers' lounge, Harry would go to his office.
When the sun hit the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, they decided to act. Knowing Neville, Dean and Seamus were both in the lounge, and the four of them sneaked into the boys' bedroom. Harry took out the curly sock at the bottom of the box and pulled out a shining vial from it.
"Well, that's it," Harry said, and he raised the vial and took a precise sip.
"How does it feel?" Hermione asked in a low voice.
Harry didn't answer at first. Then, slowly but clearly, feelings of fortune spread throughout his body, and he felt that he had done everything—not only did he get Slughorn’s memory, but easily...He stood up, smiled, full of confidence.
"It's great," he said, "It's great...I'm going to Hagrid."
"What?" Ronhe and Min asked incredulously.
"No, Harry, you are going to see Slughorn, remember?" Hermione said.
"No!" Harry said confidently, "I'm going to Hagrid. I feel lucky if I go to Hagrid!"
"Slahorn is not in Hogwarts Castle." Fanlin asked.
"I don't know, but..." Harry paused, "I think it will go well this time."
Harry walked to the door confidently, "Lucky works."
Harry put on the cloak completely and started going downstairs, Fan Lin followed behind him. At the end of the stairs, Harry passed the gate.
"What are you doing?" Lavender Brown said unexpectedly. She walked through Harry and watched Fanlin and several people coming out of the boys' bedroom.
When Harry swiftly crossed the hall to stay away from the crowd, he heard Ron stammering.
Fanlin and Hermione had thrown Ron off. They had to deal with the matter by themselves, but Harry disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Harry walked forward blindly and confidently, not worried that someone would break him. It was easy to walk through the portrait: when he approached, Ginny and Dean came in, and Harry had to get out of the way. But accidentally hit Ginny.
"Don't squeeze me, Dean," Ginny said boredly. "You always try to do that. I'm not ready yet."
The portrait was closed behind Harry, but before that he heard an angry retort... His confidence diminished, and Harry passed through the castle unconsciously. He didn't need to move forward with his body low because there were hardly anyone in his path, but this did not surprise him.
He was the luckiest person in school tonight. Why he thought that going to Hagrid was the right choice, he didn't know. It seemed that the potion gave him a hint.
Harry couldn't see the final purpose, and couldn't see when Slughorn would intervene. But he knew that was the right way to get the memory. When he came to the front door of the hall, he found that Filch had forgotten to lock the door.
With joy, Harry smelled the fresh air and grass when he opened the door and stepped into the dusk. How pleasant it was to go to Hagrid's hut to pass the greenhouse! It was not on the way to the hut, but Harry suddenly wanted to find out on a whim, so he didn't hesitate to walk to the greenhouse, which made him happy.
Without too many surprises, he found that Professor Slughorn was talking with a professor of herbal medicine. Harry hid behind a low stone wall, listening to the conversation peacefully.
"Thank you very much for taking the time to help me, Professor Sputlaw," Slughorn said kindly. "Most authority figures agree that picking them at dusk is the most effective."
"I also agree with this view." Professor Sputlaw said enthusiastically, "Is that enough?"
"Too much, too much," Slughorn answered. Harry saw her holding a handful of leafy plants.
"This is enough for me to use for three years, maybe I have to keep some spares if my students overdo it... Uh, it's nice to meet with you, and I would like to thank you again.
The professor of Herbology turned his head and walked towards his greenhouse, and Professor Slughorn walked towards Harry's hiding place. Harry wanted to be seen by him, so he took off his cloak and waved it.
"Good evening, professor."
"Merlin's beard! Harry, you startled me." Slughorn said, stopping, watching astutely, "How did you get out of the castle?"
"I think Mr. Filch forgot to lock the door." Harry said happily. He was also happy to see Slughorn frowned. "I'll report him to the principal. Let me say that he cares more about trash than safety... But why are you coming out, Harry?"
"Uh, sir, it's because of Hagrid." Harry realized that the only correct thing was to tell the truth. "He's sad...but you won't tell anyone, will you, professor? I don't want to trouble him."
Slughorn's curiosity was obviously aroused. "Okay, but I don't guarantee that," he said gruffly. "But I know Dumbledore believes in Hagrid very much, so I believe he will not agree to anything terrible,"
"That's just a giant spider. He has been raising for a few years... He lives in the forbidden forest... It can talk and do other things..."
"I heard rumors that there are giant spiders there. Is this true?" Slughorn exclaimed, which surprised Slughorn.
With the blessing of the potionist's identity, it is obvious that this very precious biological material cannot be rejected at all.
"Yes," Harry replied, "but this...the giant spider...this is the first one Hagrid raised. He died yesterday. Hagrid was very sad. He wanted to have a partner when he buried it. So I said I was going."
"Wait" Slughorn said blankly, his listless eyes fixed on Hagrid's hut in the distance, "but its venom is very valuable.... If he had just died, he should not have been buried...Of course if Hagrid is very lost, I shouldn’t say nothing...but if it is possible to get some...I mean, but it is almost impossible to get venom while it is alive..." Slughorn is more like Talking to myself, not talking to Harry "...If you don’t collect some, it’s more like a great waste... A small bottle may be exchanged for a hundred gallons... Honestly, my salary is not high what……"
Now Harry knew exactly what to do.
"Then," Harry said after making the most convincing hesitation, "Well, if you want to come, Professor, Hagrid will be very happy. Give Aragora a decent farewell, you knew……
"Yes, of course," Slughorn said, his eyes flickering like something hidden, "I will tell you, Harry, I will use a bottle, or two, uniform Yours, we will drink the poor beast-although it is not very healthy-but we will see him off, anyway, it was buried. I will change my opinion, it is enough for a chance Big."
Obviously, Slughorn was very excited, this was a material even more difficult to obtain than Dragonhide and his like.
Giant spiders are extremely aggressive. A qualified wizard can barely contend with an adult giant spider. However, no one has ever been able to domesticate this kind of creature that integrates tyranny into its bones. Moreover, giant spiders have always gathered in the same piece. Forest, it can be said, count as gregarious?
They rushed out, just like Harry and the others had experienced before.
No blind wizard can get into trouble with this creature, even the kind of lunatic who has already devoted himself to the dark wizard.
"Boom boom boom!"
"...Come in, Fanlin," Hagrid yelled, and when he opened the door he saw Harry coming out of the cloak of invisibility and standing in front of him.
"Sorry, Hagrid, Fanlin and Hermione can't come. Ron's Apparition has a problem, and Fanlin needs to solve some tasks assigned by Nicholas, and Hermione, Hermione is assisting him... Harry hesitated but said, "They really regret it."
"It doesn't matter, I already feel that you are here, although, Harry..." Hagrid suddenly cried loudly. A black armband was wrapped around his arm, but it looked like a rubbish. The rags of the boots made Hagrid's eyes flushed and swollen.
Harry sighed a little, patted his wrist lightly, (Harry couldn't reach Hagrid's shoulder) that was the highest point he could reach.
"Where did we bury him?" Hagrid asked with red and swollen eyes. "In the forest? Hagrid said sadly, wiping his wet eyes with his clothes. "Aragok is gone, and the other spiders don't let me get close to their webs. It turned out that he ordered them, and I was not eaten. I can't believe it, Harry. "
"To be honest, that's true." Harry replied in pain, thinking of the last time they had direct contact with the spiders. They knew it was because of Aragok Hagrid that they survived.
It must be admitted that Hagrid, as an animal trainer, is extremely successful in any sense.
Harry had heard Fanlin say that the senior of Hefpaff, the master who could tame all kinds of magical animals, but Hagrid was no worse than Newt.
It can be said that this is Hagrid’s talent, the ability to communicate with magical animals. At least until now, Harry has no knowledge of other animals except for the Buckbeak Basilisk and Hedwig. .
"I have never been able to go to the places I was familiar with," Hagrid waved his hand and said, "It's not easy. Bring its body back and ask me to say that they come in and eat the body of a companion... but I I want them to give me a complete one, a formal funeral..."
Hagrid began to cry again, and Harry stroked his elbow again, saying that it had indeed done a good thing (because it was the only right thing under the guidance of Lucky Potion).
"Hey, Hagrid, Professor Slughorn is here with me, Hagrid."
"You're not in trouble, are you?" Hagrid suddenly raised his head nervously and said, "You shouldn't be out of the castle at this time. I know my fault then."
"No, when he heard the reason for my coming, he was very happy to come with me and say goodbye to Aragok." Harry said firmly. "It has a better idea. I think he said he better bring some wine to pay tribute to Aragok..."
"Will he?" Hagrid said, his expression surprised and moved.
"That's true, oh, he's really good, I haven't done anything with Slughorn before, come in and see old Aragok, okay, he will be willing, Arak will be willing. "
However, when Harry saw the dead spider with its legs intertwined, Harry thought privately that for Aragok, Slughorn meant nothing more than providing a lot of fresh delicacies.
For Slughorn, apart from the potion auxiliary, Aragog is estimated to be worth a few hundred Jin Jialong.
"So... shall we bury it here, in your yard?" Harry was a little surprised, he looked at Hagrid.
"Just walk through the pumpkin patch a little bit," Hagrid yelled in a nearly choking voice, "I have dug a...er, grave, you know, just imagine where we are going to say something beautiful, You know……"
His voice trembled, then stopped, and he blew his nose with his burial handkerchief. There was a knock on the door. It was Slughorn. He was wearing a dark scarf and holding a few in his hand. Bottles.
"Hagrid, I feel sad to hear that you have lost a friend."
"Thank you for your concern, and thank you for not putting Harry in confinement." Hagrid sobbed.
"You haven't dreamed of it yet, it's really a sad night, poor life, where is it?" Slughorn gave a short silence, then the conversation turned around and fell on Aragok.
The three of them walked to the ground behind. The light of the moon passed through the woods and reflected on Hagrid’s windows, shining dimly on the corpse of Aragok, whose corpse was being placed on the edge of a newly dug hole. It is about 10 feet deep.
Slughorn took two steps forward, and the eight eyes on Aragok's head looked dimly at the sky, and its big claw was motionless in the moonlight.
Slughorn said: "Noble life."
"Not everyone knows that these lives are beautiful," Hagrid said, and Dou's big tears flowed from the corners of his wrinkled eyes. "I never knew you were also interested in such lives, Horace ."
"Interest? Dear Hagrid, I respect them," Slughorn said, walking past Aragok's body. Harley saw the light of the bottle gleaming under his cloak. But Hagrid only wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes without noticing.
Well, it's really not the time to pay attention to this kind of thing, anyway, Slughorn's rhetoric did ease Hagrid's mood.
Even if Harry didn't intend to believe the punctuation that Slughorn would respect a giant spider.
"So, now, it's time for our friend to settle down." Slughorn said, and Hagrid nodded and walked forward. He lifted Aragok's huge body with a vague mouth. He said clearly, and then threw the body into the pit. The body touched the bottom of the pit and there was a dull loud noise. Hagrid looked at it and cried again.
"Of course, I know it will be very difficult for you. You are his best friend," Slughorn said. "Why don't you let me say something?"
Harry thought he must have gotten good poison from Aragok. When Slughorn walked back from the pit, he had a satisfying smirk on his face, which made Harry a little uncomfortable, but, He did not intend to sweep Slughorn's nature.
Slughorn said in a slow, impressive tone, "Goodbye, Aragog, King of Spiders. Although your body will rot, your soul will weave your web. Wandering in the forest, may your children and grandchildren prosper, and may your human friends be comforted."
"It... it's really beautiful." Hagrid shouted and poured into the mound next to him, crying harder than ever.
"Here, here," Slughorn said, waving his wand to summon the dirt to bury Aragok's body, "End this, then now, let's go in for a drink."
Harry supported him on the other side.
"Harry, yes, come on Hagrid..."
"Good job, let's go." They helped Hagrid to the chair by the table. Yaya, he had already hid under the basket during the funeral, now rubbing against their legs, and lying on Hagrid's knee as before.
Slughorn broke the cork of a bottle of wine he brought.
"I have tested whether it is poisonous." Slughorn told Harry firmly that the previous poisonous wine had a great influence on Slughorn.
"Of course, Professor, I believe you." Harry said, speaking sincerely, Slughorn seemed very helpful, he poured half of the bottle of wine into Hagrid's bucket-like glass and handed it to Hagrid.
"I asked a house elf to try every bottle of wine, after such a pity happened to poor Rupert."
Harry suddenly felt shocked. If Hermione were here, Harry could almost imagine Hermione's expression. If he heard such rude treatment of the elf, there is no doubt that Hermione would definitely explode.
Is the life of an elf not a life?
Harry suddenly thought of Dobby and Kreacher.
Although the elf had many problems, at least, as far as Harry knew it, Kreacher was the only one who had gained a lot of moving after passing Fanlin's report.
Perhaps it is true that Hermione’s House Elf Promotion Association is still very reliable. So far, at least Harry has had this idea more than once.
Just as Harry thought, Slughorn didn't stop.
"This is for you... Harry." Slughorn divided the second bottle of wine.
"This is mine. Okay." Harry said, and he didn't reject such drinks.
Slughorn paused, then raised the glass and said, "For Alagok!"
"Aragok!" Hagrid and Harry repeated. Hagrid and Slughorn both drank it.
However, Harry, guided by the lucky potion, knew that he must not drink, so he just pretended to take a sip, and then put the cup back on the table in front of him.
"I hatched it from an egg...you know..." Hagrid said sadly. "When he first came out, he was small, the size of a puppy."
Harry smacked to himself, a spider the size of a puppy?
If Ron was confronted, Ron would definitely go crazy.
"Happy!" Slughorn said. I hid it in a school closet until...well..." Hagrid's face was gloomy, and Harry knew why: Tom Riddle had Hagrid expelled from Hogwarts and slandered He was the one who opened the secret room and used such a thing to cover up the real secret room, and Harry could reach wherever he could, and now, obviously there was a Malfoy added.
But Slughorn didn't seem to want to listen. He raised his face and stared at the ceiling, where there were some brass optics and a long, smooth white head.
"Is that the fur of a unicorn? Hagrid?"
"Oh, yes," Hagrid said lightly. "Picked off their tails. They are hung on the branches of the Forbidden Forest, you know..."
"Oh, dear, do you know how much they know?" Slughorn said sadly, but Hagrid obviously didn't care much.
"If an animal is injured, I use him to tie a bandage," Hagrid shrugged. "They are very strong, very strong."
Slughorn took another sip, and his eyes began to scan the room very carefully. Harry knew that it was forging more valuable things in order to take advantage of the injured friend. .
Indeed, Fanlin sometimes did the same. Once he needed to find any biological materials, there was always nothing wrong with finding Hagrid.
From everything about dragons to all sorts of weird things, Fanlin seemed to have gotten a small section of the one-horned rhinoceros from Hagrid.
Mead, pineapple, velvet jacket. He filled Hagrid and himself with wine, and asked how the animals and Hagrid who had lived in the forbidden forest took care of them in recent years.
Hagrid became talkative under the influence of alcohol. Slughorn also flattered Hagrid's explanation and discussed it in a monograph.
The Lucky Potion caught Harry's attention, and he found that the alcohol had opened Slughorn a bit.
Harry hadn't tried to get the decoy potion without saying the spell aloud.
But it is ridiculous to think that it cannot be done to him tonight: indeed, he smiled himself but did not attract the attention of Slughorn and Hagrid (now the story has become the illegal dragon egg trade Up).
He pointed his wand from under the table to the empty wine glass and immediately filled it with wine.
Almost an hour later, Slughorn and Hagrid began to toast everyone: for Hogwarts, for Dumbledore, for the elf, for...
"Harry Potter!" Hagrid shouted. Wine overflowed from his chin.
"Yes, it is true." Slughorn yelled in a muffled voice. "Boy who survived the catastrophe, the chosen person-okay-things like that," he murmured, drinking dry Drink his wine.
This makes Harry a little speechless, but what else can he do?
He smiled on the surface, and must admit that Harry regretted not drinking anymore, because when he was sober, it was difficult for Harry to blend into the atmosphere of Slughorn and Hagrid. He could only sit by and giggle.
Clearly, the hint that Lucky Potion gave Harry in the dark, this was not the time.
Soon after, Hagrid began to cry again. During this period, Slughorn also successfully confuse Hagrid, and Hagrid gave the entire unicorn tail hair to Professor Slughorn.
Slughorn cried and put it in his pocket, "Cheers to friendship! To tolerance! To ten golden Jialong hairs!"
After a while, Hagrid and Slughorn sat together, hugging each other while singing a sad song about the dead wizard named odo in a slow tone.
It felt like that, and gradually Hagrid stopped crying.
Then, under the anesthesia of alcohol, Hagrid gradually couldn't control his facial expression.
"Ah, the benefit of the premature death," Hagrid sighed, and while Slughorn was still singing the repeated passages, Hagrid's eyes fell on the table and squinted at Harry. "My dad doesn't have enough Time is coming...not like your parents, Harry."
As he said, Bean's tears leaked from the wrinkled corners of Hagrid's eyes again. He grabbed Harry's arm and shook it vigorously.
"I never knew the best wizard of my time... this is really terrible. Odo is a hero, and boring people bring him home to the place he has known since childhood." Slughorn was sad. Singing. "They tricked odo into wearing a hat to go in and rest. Sadly, his wand broke in two."
Hmm... This song is probably asking for the tragedy life of this unnamed wizard.
hero?
The hero has no sad past or is experiencing sadness.
Be remembered because of success, and become great because of death.
Most of them are like this, and there are many guys who have become extremely dazzling because of failure. It must be admitted that sometimes this kind of thing can become very nonsense and complicated.
"Horrible..." Hagrid murmured, and his furry head rolled aside, leaning on Harry's arm and fell asleep, still snoring loudly.
"Sorry," Slughorn hiccuped, "I can't sing anymore to make me live longer."
"Hagrid is not talking about your bad singing, he is talking about my dead parents." Harry said empathetically.
"Oh," Slughorn burped again, "Oh, my dear, yes that is actually...oh...that's actually terrible... terrible..."
Slughorn thought for a long time, but it seemed that the alcohol anesthesia made him forget what to say, so Slughorn got up and filled the glass.
"I don't...oh...I don't think you remember this, do you Harry?" Slughorn asked awkwardly.
"No...oh well, I'm their only son." Harry stared at the light of the candle in Hagrid's snoring, "but I know what happened after that. My father died first, you know this. Is it something?"
"I...oh...I don't know." Slughorn said in a quiet tone.
The scene became a little solemn in an instant~EbookFREE.me~ To be exact, very solemn.
Regarding Harry's parents, in Slughorn's eyes, it is estimated that the only value of giving birth to Harry is.
No one knew whether Slughorn loved Lily or not, at least, he was pretty good to Harry.
A somewhat snobbish old man?
A wizard full of quirks.
Or, a wise man, at least in terms of potions, Slughorn’s achievements are not comparable to any master. As the former dean of Slytherin, a guy who can stand out in Hogwarts and even the magical world, it is necessary The respect must be maintained.
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