Chapter 1146

To tell you the truth, it made Harry a little frustrated. In fact, he relied on the experience of the Half Blood Prince, and Malfoy did rely on his knowledge of potions to win slahorn's approval.

Harry has to admit, Malfoy is still interesting?

Taking a different road, this is probably the biggest contradiction between the two.

When the bell rings, Ernie and Malfoy both leave the classroom quickly. In fact, Malfoy will feel uncomfortable if he stays here for more than a minute. The potion class is strictly considered Harry's home game.

Since the return of Voldemort, Harry and Dumbledore are naturally another strong thigh, otherwise Dumbledore would not have convinced slahorn to return to Hogwarts to continue teaching.

No one can be alone, unless the salted fish is too salty to be salted any more, and then honestly hide in the United States or other places.

But it's better to go. Harry thinks it's great now.

"Professor!" Harry called.

Slughorn immediately glanced over his shoulder. When he was sure that he and Harry were the only ones in the classroom, he left as soon as possible.

"Professor, Professor, don't you want to try my potion..." Harry exclaimed, somewhat disappointed. But he's gone.

What's wrong with you? But that feeling of confidence that you're obsessed with hasn't completely gone away. It's a little consolation for Harry.

Harry, disappointed, emptied his crucible, packed his schoolbag, left the dungeon and walked slowly up to the common room upstairs.

Van Lin, Hermione and Ron came back late in the afternoon.

Harry's "Harry's" portrait of "come out of the hole

"Well done, and Ron?" Asked Harry. "Ron - he didn't seem to pass," Hermione said, somewhat embarrassed.

At that time, Ron harbor got into the house and looked very depressed.

"It's just bad luck. It's a small thing. The examiner there says that he has dropped half of his eyebrows... "

"Anyway, it's a kind of in vitro." Van Lin said, "but it's nothing. Just pay attention next time."

"Compared to this, Harry, how's Slughorn? He and you... "

"Failure!" Harry gave a brief answer to van Lin's question. Then Harry began to comfort Ron again.

"No luck, man, but next time you will. We can take the exam together."

"Yes, I hope so," said Ron gruffly. "Only half an eyebrow! That's it

"I know, that's too harsh." Hermione comforted.

Ron complained about the examiner throughout the dinner. To be sure, Ron was not proficient in the phantom movement. However, it was only a matter of practicing for a period of time.

Back in the common room, Ron looked a little more excited.

They're still talking about Slughorn's memory.

"So, Harry - do you want luck, water or something?" Asked Ron. "Yes, I hope that will be better. I don't think we need to drink them all. We don't need 24 hours of good luck. We can't drink them all It's just a sip. Two or three hours will work. "

"I tried a few drops today, maybe in a small dose, but I have a general idea of how it feels." Said Harry.

"Confidence in the fans?" Asked van Lin curiously.

"Almost, I have some left, enough to solve the problem of srahorn. Although I don't know what to do, there will be that kind of Inspiration... "

"Er..." Fanlin is a little speechless. He doesn't like this kind of unknown feeling. Although he always depends on inspiration, such as alchemy

"He feels good taking it," Ron recalled. "It seems that you can do nothing wrong."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione laughed and said, "you've never taken it!"

"Yes, but I thought I had, didn't I?" Ron said hopefully, "the same thing."

"Probably." Vaseline shrugged. "Maybe I can study it. Nicoleme must know how to make it."

"Nicoleme? He has not... "

"Oh, yes." "We found some Interesting things, so nicoleme chose to stay longer, which was not difficult for him. I doubt that if nicoleme wants to, nicoleme is fully capable of making a magic stone. I heard that the core of busbarton is a magic stone made by nicoleme.

"Incredible..." Ron exclaimed.

The next step is to close down srahorn. Now they focus on the memory of srahorn. There is only so much they can do at Hogwarts.

All they saw was Slughorn coming into the hall. He seemed to be going to dinner. They just lounged in the lounge for a while and planned that Harry would go to his office once Slughorn returned to the teacher's lounge.When the sun reached the top of the forbidden forest, they decided to act. Knowing that Neville, Dean and Seymour are all in the lounge, the four of them sneak into the boys' bedroom. Harry took out the curly socks at the bottom of the box and pulled out a small glittering bottle.

"Well, that's it," said Harry, lifting the vial and taking a precise swallow.

"What does it feel like?" Hermione whispered.

Harry didn't answer at first. Then, slowly but clearly, a sense of luck spread through his body, and he felt that he had done everything - not only had, but also easily, Slughorn's memory He stood up, smiling, confident.

"It's great," he said, "it's really great I'm going to Hagrid. "

"What? "Ron and min asked in disbelief.

"No, Harry, you're going to see Slughorn, remember?" Said Hermione.

"No!" Harry said confidently, "I'm going to Hagrid's. I feel lucky if I go to Hagrid's!"

"Slahorn is not at Hogwarts castle." Asked Fanlin.

"I don't know, but..." Hallidan said, "I think this time will be very smooth."

Harry walked to the door confidently, "luck works."

Harry put on his cloak completely and began to go downstairs, with some of van Lin's men following him. At the end of the stairs, Harry went through the gate.

"What are you doing?" Said Lavender brown, somewhat surprised. She walked through Harry and watched several people in Van Lin come out of the boy's bedroom.

As Harry quickly walked across the hall away from the crowd, he heard Ron stammer.

Van Lin and Hermione left Ron, and they had to deal with it by themselves, but Harry disappeared.

Harry walked forward blindly and confidently, not worried that someone would break him. It was simple to walk through the portrait: when he approached, Ginny was just about to enter with Dean, and Harry had to get out of the way. But accidentally hit Ginny.

"Don't squeeze me, Dean," Ginny said wearily. "You always try to do that. I'm not ready."

The portrait closes behind Harry, but before that he hears an angry rebuttal His self-confidence diminished, and Harry walked through the castle unconscious. He didn't have to go low because there were few people on his way, but it didn't surprise him at all.

He is the luckiest man in school tonight. He didn't know why he thought going to Hagrid was the right choice. It was as if the potion had given him a hint.

Harry couldn't see the end of the story, he couldn't see when Slughorn would step in. But he knew it was the right way to get a memory. When he came to the front door of the hall, he found that filch had forgotten to lock the door.

Happily, Harry opened the door and stepped into the dusk, smelling the fresh air and the smell of grass. What a pleasure to go to Hagrid's hut and pass the greenhouse! It wasn't on the way to the hut, but Harry suddenly wanted to find out, so he went to the greenhouse without hesitation, which made him happy.

Not much to his surprise, he found Professor Slughorn talking to a professor of herbalism. Harry hid behind a low stone wall, listening peacefully to the conversation.

"Thank you very much for taking the time to help me, Professor spatholow," Slughorn said kindly. "Most authorities admit that picking them at dusk is the most effective."

"I agree with that." "Is that enough?" Professor sparrow said enthusiastically

"Too much, too much," Slughorn replied. Harry saw her holding a handful of leafy plants.

"It's enough for me to use for three years. Maybe I'll keep some spare if my students overdo it. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you and thank you very much again. "

The professor of herbalism turned round and walked to his greenhouse, while Professor Slughorn went to 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 scared me Said Slughorn, stopping and looking warily, "how did you get out of the castle?"

"I think Mr. filch forgot to lock the door." Harry said happily. He was also glad to see Slughorn frown. "I'll report him to the headmaster. Let me say he cares more about garbage than about safety But why did you come out, Harry? "

"Well, sir, it's because of Hagrid." Harry realized that the only right thing to do was to tell the truth. "He was sad But you're not going to tell anyone, are you, professor? I don't want to get him into trouble. "

Slughorn's curiosity was clearly aroused. "Well, but I don't guarantee that," he said gruffly. "But I know Dumbledore believes in Hagrid very much, so I don't think he will agree to anything terrible," he said. "It's just a giant spider. He's been raising it for years He lives in the forbidden forest It can talk and do other things... "

"I heard rumors that there were giant spiders there. Is that true?" "It's a surprise," he exclaimed.With the blessing of a magic pharmacist, it is obvious that this precious biological material can not be rejected at all.

"Yes," Harry replied, "but this Giant spider This is Hagrid's first. He died yesterday. Hagrid was very sad. He wanted to have a partner when he buried it, so I said I would go

"Wait," Slughorn said blankly, his listless eyes fixed on Hagrid's cabin in the distance, "but its venom is very valuable. If he had just died, he would not have been buried Of course, if Hagrid is upset, I should not be silent But if it's possible to get some I mean, but it's alive, and it's almost impossible to get venom... " Slughorn is more like talking to himself than talking to Harry " If you don't collect some, it's more like a great waste A small bottle can be exchanged for 100 colons To be honest, my salary is not high... "

Now Harry knows exactly what to do.

"Well," said Harry after one of the most convincing hesitations, "well, if you want to come, Professor, Hagrid will be happy. Give aragola a decent farewell, you know

"Yes, of course," said Slughorn, his eyes flickering like something hidden. "I'll tell you, Harry, I'll subdue you with a bottle or two, and we'll drink the poor beast - it's not very healthy - but we'll see him off. Anyway, it's been buried. I'll change my mind. It's big enough for an opportunity. "

Obviously, srahorn is very excited, which is more difficult to obtain than the Dragon skin.

Giant spiders are extremely aggressive. A qualified wizard can barely resist an adult giant spider. However, no one has ever been able to tame this creature that integrates tyranny into its bones. Moreover, giant spiders have always gathered in the same forest, which can be said to be gregarious?

They're out there, just like Harry and they've been through before.

There's no blind wizard who can get into trouble with this creature, even the kind of madman who has committed himself to the black wizard.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

" Come in, van Lin, "Hagrid called, as he opened the door to see Harry emerge from his invisibility cloak and stand in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Hagrid, van Lin and Hermione can't come. There's something wrong with Ron's phantom shift, and van Lin needs to solve some tasks assigned by nicoleme, and Hermione is helping him..." Harry hesitated, "but they were really sorry."

"It doesn't matter. I already feel you here, though, Harry..." Haggardon made a loud cry. He had a black armband around his arm, but it looked like a rag for cleaning boots. Hagrid's eyes were red and swollen.

Harry sighed, patting his wrist (Harry couldn't reach Hagrid's shoulder) that was the highest point he could reach.

"Where did we bury him?" Hagrid asked, his eyes red and swollen. "In the forest? Hagrid said sadly, wiping his wet eyes with his clothes. "Aragok's gone, and the other spiders won't let me near their web. 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 bitterly, thinking of the last time they had a direct contact with a group of spiders. They knew it was because of Arago kheig.

It must be admitted that Hagrid, as an animal trainer, is extremely successful in any sense.

Harry had heard of van Lin's saying that the elder of huffpuff, the master of taming all kinds of magical animals, but Hagrid was no less than newt.

It can be said that this is Hagrid's talent, the ability to communicate with magical animals. At least Harry, up to now, has no knowledge of other animals except Buckbeak and Hedwig.

"I'll never be able to go to places I used to know," Hagrid said, waving his hand. "It's not easy. Bring his body back, and I'll say, they'll come in and eat the remains of their companions But I want them to give me a complete, formal funeral... "

Hagrid began to cry again, and Harry stroked his elbow again, saying that it had done a good thing (because under the guidance of the lucky potion, that was the only right thing).

"Hey, Hagrid, Professor Slughorn is coming 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 at that time

"No, when he heard why I came, he was happy to come with me and say goodbye to aragock." Harry said firmly. "It has a better idea. I think he said he'd better bring some wine to pay homage to aragock... "

"Can he?" Hagrid said, his expression was both surprised and moved,

"that's true, oh, he's really good, I haven't done anything with Slughorn before, come in and see old aragock, OK, he'll be willing, alagek will be willing."However, when Harry saw the dead spider with intertwined legs, Harry thought privately that for aragock, Slughorn meant nothing more than providing a lot of fresh food.

For yusrahorn, aragok is estimated to be worth hundreds of kingarons in addition to the potion adjuvant.

"So Shall we bury it here, in your yard? " Harry was a little surprised. He looked at Hagrid.

"Just walk a little past the pumpkin field," Hagrid called in a nearly suffocating voice. "I've dug one Well, grave, you know, just imagine where we're going to say something nice, you know... "

His voice trembled, and then stopped, blowing his nose with his funeral handkerchief, when someone knocked at the door. It was Slughorn, with a dark black scarf and bottles in his hand.

"Hagrid, I feel sad to hear that you have lost your friend."

"Thank you for your concern, and thank you for not putting Harry in jail." Hagrid sobbed.

"You haven't dreamt of it yet. It's a sad night, poor life. Where is it?" There was a brief moment of silence, and then the conversation fell on aragock.

It's about 10 feet deep in the woods, just behind them, on the edge of the forest, there's a dark light on the side of the moon that's just gone through.

Slughorn took two steps forward. The eight eyes on aragock's head looked darkly at the sky. In the moonlight, his big claws did not move.

"Noble life," said Slughorn

"Not everyone knows that these lives are beautiful," Hagrid said, tears streaming down his wrinkled eyes. "I never knew you were interested in life like this, Horace."

"Interest? Dear Hagrid, I respect them, "said Slughorn, coming up from aragock's body. Harry saw the light of the bottle flashing under his cloak. But Hagrid wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and didn't notice.

Well, it's really not the time to pay attention to this kind of thing. Anyway, what srahorn said really eased Hagrid's mood.

Even if Harry didn't want to believe a punctuation mark about slahorn's respect for a giant spider.

"Now, then, it's time for our friends to settle down." Said srahorn. Hagrid nodded and walked forward. He lifted aragock's huge body and said something indistinctly. Then he threw the body into the pit. The body touched the bottom of the pit and made a dull noise. Hagrid looked at it and cried again.

"Of course, I know it's hard for you, you're his best friend," Slughorn said. "Why don't I say a little bit?"

Harry thought he must have got good poison from aragock. Slughorn came back from the pit with a satisfied smirk on his face, which made Harry a little uncomfortable. However, he did not intend to destroy the nature of slaghorn.

In a slow, impressive tone, slaghorn said, "goodbye, aragok, the king of spiders. Your body will rot, but your soul will wander through the forest where you have woven your web. May your children flourish and your human friends be comforted."

"It It's really beautiful. " Cried Hagrid, and fell into the next mound, weeping harder than ever.

"Here, here," said Slughorn, waving his wand to summon the earth to bury aragock's body. "It's over. Now, let's go in and have a drink."

Harry held him on the other side.

"Harry, yes, come on, Hagrid..."

"Well done, let's go." They helped Hagrid to the chair by the table. Fangya, who had been hiding under the basket at the funeral, now rubbed around their legs and swam on Hagrid's knee as before.

Slughorn removed the stopper from a bottle of wine he had brought.

"I've tested it for toxicity." Slaghorn firmly tells Harry that the influence of the previous poisonous liquor on him is very great.

"Of course, Professor, I believe you." Harry said, and sincerely speaking, slahorn seemed to be very helpful. He poured most of the bottle into Hagrid's bucket like glass and handed it to Hagrid.

”I had a house elf try every bottle of wine, after such a pity happened to poor Rupert

Hallidan was shocked. If Hermione was here, Harry could almost imagine Hermione's expression. If he heard such rough treatment of elves, there was no doubt that Hermione would explode.

Isn't the ELF's life a life?

Harry suddenly thought of dobby and kretcher.

Although the elves have many problems, at least, as far as Harry knows, it is only kretcher. After the narrating of Vaseline, Harry gains a lot of moving.Perhaps, Hermione's house elf Promotion Association is still very reliable, and so far Harry has at least once come up with the idea.

Harry thought, but the action of slahorn did not stop.

"It's for you Harry. " Slughorn split up a second bottle.

"This is mine. OK. " Harry said he did not exclude such drinks.

"For aragoc!" said srahorn, holding the glass up

"Aragock!" Hagrid and Harry repeat. Hagrid and Slughorn all drank.

Harry, however, was guided by the lucky potions that he must not drink, so it simply meant pretending to drink and then putting the cup back on the table in front of him.

"I hatched it from an egg You know... " Hagrid said sadly, "he was small when he came out, a puppy size."

Harry smacked himself, a spider of the size of a puppy?

Ron would be crazy if Ron was to face it.

"Happy!" "It's a lot of a lot," said Slughorn. I used to hide it in a school closet until All right... " Hagrid's face sank, and Harry knew why: Tom Reidel once dismissed Hagrid from Hogwarts and stigmatized him as the man who opened the chamber, covering up the real secret room with such things, and where Harry could get, and now, obviously, a Malfoy.

But Slughorn didn't seem to want to hear, looking up at the ceiling, with brass optics and a long, smooth white hair.

"That's the unicorn's hair? Hagrid? "

"Oh, yes," Hagrid said softly. "They were picked off their tails and they were hanging on the branches of the forbidden forest, you know..."

"Oh, honey, do you know how much they know?" "Slakhorn said bitterly, but Hagrid obviously didn't care much.

"If an animal is injured, I tie the bandage with him," Hagrid shrugged. "They are strong and very strong."

Slughorn took another sip, and his eyes began to scan the room very carefully, and Harry knew it was forgery of more valuable things to benefit from the injured friend.

Indeed, van forest does it sometimes, and once there is any biological material to be found, it is always right to find Hagrid.

From everything of the dragon to all kinds of strange things, it seems that van Lin has also got a small piece of poisonous horn horn.

Honey wine, pineapple, velvet jacket. He filled Hagrid and himself with wine and asked how animals and Hagrid had taken care of them in the forbidden forest for the past few years.

Hagrid became conversational under the action of alcohol. Slaghorn also flattered Hagrid's interpretation and discussed it in his monograph.

Harry was attracted to the lucky potions, and he found that alcohol had opened up Slughorn a little.

Harry has not tried to get the deluge before he says the mantra loudly.

But it's ridiculous to think that it can't be done tonight: indeed, he laughed himself and didn't get the attention of Slughorn and Hagrid (now the story has become the illegal dragon egg business).

He pointed the wand from under the table to the empty glass, and immediately filled it with wine.

Almost an hour later, slaghorn and Hagrid began to toast everyone: for Hogwarts, for Dumbledore, for elves, for

"Harry Potter!" Cried Hagrid. The wine spilled from his chin.

"Yes, it is." "The boy who is dying, the chosen - good - and so on," Slughorn muttered, and dried up his wine.

It makes Harry speechless, but what else can he do?

He must admit that Harry regrets that he has not drunk. In his sober state, Harry is difficult to integrate into the atmosphere of slakhorn and Hagrid. He can only sit beside him.

It's clear that this is not the time for Harry to be reminded by the potion of luck in the dark.

Soon after that, Hagrid began to cry again. During this period, slakhorn successfully bewitched Hagrid, who gave professor slahorn the tail of the whole unicorn.

"Slakhorn cried and put it in his pocket," cheers for friendship! To be tolerant! A toast to the hair of ten golden garons! "

A moment later Hagrid and Slughorn sat together, cuddling each other, singing a sad song in slow tones about the dead wizard named ODO.

It felt like that, and gradually Hagrid stopped crying.

Then, under alcohol, Hagrid gradually lost control of his facial expression.

"Ah, the good of death," Hagrid exclaimed, as Slughorn was still singing the repeating passage, Hagrid's eyes fell on the table, glancing at Harry. "My father didn't have enough time to come It's not like your parents, Harry. "With that, BEA's tears began to seep out of Hagrid's wrinkled eyes. He grabbed Harry's arm and shook it.

"I never knew the best Wizard of my time This is a terrible thing. ODO is a hero. Bored people bring him home to the place he knew from childhood Slughorn sang sadly. "They tricked ODO into wearing a hat to go in and have a rest. Sadly, his wand is broken in two

Well This song is probably in need of this unknown name wizard tragedy life.

Heroes?

The hero has no sad past or is experiencing sadness.

Be remembered for success, and great for death.

Most of them are like this, and there are a lot of guys who have become extremely dazzling because of failure. It must be admitted that sometimes, such things can become very bullshit and complicated.

"Terrible..." Hagrid muttered, his shaggy head rolled to one side and fell asleep against Harry's arm, snoring loudly.

"I'm sorry," Slughorn belched, "to make me live longer, so I can't sing any more."

"Hagrid wasn't saying you didn't sing well, he was talking about my dead parents." Harry said, understanding.

"Oh," Slughorn belched again, "Oh, dear, yes, that's true Oh That's actually terrible It's terrible... "

Slakhon thought for a long time, but it seemed that the alcohol anesthesia made him forget what to say, so he got up and filled the glass.

"I don't Oh I don't think you remember that, do you, Harry Asked slahorn awkwardly.

"No Oh, well, I'm their only son. " Harry stared at the light of the candle as Hagrid snored. "But I know what happened after that. My father died first. Do you know that?"

"I Oh I don't know. " Said Slughorn in a quiet tone.

For a moment, the scene became a little solemn, to be exact, very dignified.

About Harry's parents, in the eyes of srahorn, it is estimated that only Harry was born.

No one knows if it's true that slahorn loves lily. At least, he's not bad for Harry.

A snobbish old man?

A wizard full of quirks.

Or, a wise man, at least in the aspect of potions, slaghorn's achievements are not comparable to any master. As a former dean of Slytherin, he can stand out in Hogwarts and even in the magic world, and the necessary respect should be maintained.

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