After Darren had had dinner at Hagrid's, he waited a little longer when there was a knock on the door, it was Harry, and he lifted his invisibility cloak to reveal himself. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Like Darren, after comforting Hagrid a few words, "Hagrid, I ran into Professor Slughorn on the way. ”

"No trouble, right?" Hagrid said, looking up in horror, "I know it's my fault that you shouldn't have left the castle at night......"

"No, no, when he heard what I was doing, he said he wanted to come and say goodbye to Aragog, and he went to change his clothes, I thought...... He also said that he would bring some wine to pay tribute to Aragog......"

"Really?" said Hagrid, surprised and moved, "then, he's so nice, and he didn't tell you, I never had much of a friendship with Horace Slughorn...... But he's coming to deliver Aragog......? He'll love it, Aragog......"

"Slughorn is a fan of Alagog's Venom, and Aragog's favorite is probably Slughorn's fat. Darren wouldn't say that, though, because the professor was knocking on the door outside.

Slughorn hurried through the door, with a couple of bottles in his arms and a black scarf around his neck, "Hagrid," he said in a low, solemn tone, "I'm sad. ”

"You're so nice," Hagrid said, "thank you very much, and thank you for not keeping Harry in confinement......"

"I never dreamed," said Slughorn, "sad night, sad night...... Oh, Darren is too!" The professor was a little surprised to discover Darren, as if he couldn't think of any intersection between him and Hagrid.

"Yes, Professor," Darren greeted Slughorn, "Hagrid is also a friend of mine, and he used to help me a lot. “

"Ah, yes, you're always ...... Help?" Slughorn said casually, "Oh, oh, where is the poor animal?" he tried to change the subject.

"Outside," Hagrid said in a trembling voice, "we, shall we begin?"

The four of them walked into the back garden, where the moon glowed dimly through the trees, mingling with the light from Hagrid's window, illuminating Aragog's corpse lying on the edge of a large pit, next to a ten-foot-tall pile of fresh earth.

"It's beautiful. Slughorn said as he approached the spider's head, not knowing whether he was trying to curry favor with Hagrid, or as if out of the professional habit of a Potions professor, Darren could only see Aragog's eight milky eyes staring blankly at the sky, and the two curved claws motionless in the moonlight.

Slughorn bent down in front of the big crow, as if to examine the big head, "Not all people can appreciate their beauty. Hagrid said to the Potions professor's back, tears streaming down his wrinkled eyes, "I didn't know you were interested in animals like Aragog, Horace. ”

"Interested, dear Hagrid, I am in awe of them. Slughorn stepped back from the corpse, "Now...... Let's start the funeral?"

Hagrid nodded, stepped forward, picked up the giant spider, and let out a loud whimper, causing it to roll into the dark pit, "Of course, you can't say anything, because you have too deep feelings for him. Slughorn could barely reach Hagrid's elbow, but patted it anyway, "I'll say a few words." ”。

"Farewell, Aragog, Lord of the Spiders, those who know you will not forget your long-standing and loyal friendship! Though your flesh will rot, your spirit will remain in the quiet, cobweb-twined place of your forest home, and may your multi-eyed offspring multiply, and may your human friends find solace in their sorrows. ”

"That's right...... That's right...... It's beautiful!" Hagrid cried and fell to the ground, crying even harder.

"Alright, alright," Slughorn said with a wave of his wand, and the mass of dirt rose up and pressed down on the dead spider to form a smooth mound, "let's go in and have a drink, and hold him up...... That's right...... Get up, Hagrid...... Good ......"

Darren and the others helped Hagrid to a chair in front of the table, and Tooth, who had been hiding in the basket during the funeral, walked over softly, and Slughorn opened a bottle of wine he had brought.

"I've checked them all, and there's no poison," he said, apprehensively, pouring half a bottle into Hagrid's bucket-sized cup, "and I let a house-elf taste each one." ”

"A cup for Darren...... Harry," Slughorn said, pouring the second bottle into the three glasses, and since Hermione wasn't there, Darren didn't refuse, "...... Give me a glass, okay," he said, holding his glass aloft, "for Aragog." ”

"Aragog. ”

"I raised him from an egg," said Hagrid sadly, "how small he was when he first hatched, the size of a pug." ”

"It's so cute. ”

"I used to keep him in a school cupboard until ...... Alas......"

Slughorn looked up at the ceiling, where several copper kettles hung and a long bunch of silky white hair.

"Not unicorn hair, Hagrid?"

"Oh, it's the unicorn's hair," Hagrid said nonchalantly, "and in the woods, the unicorn's tail hangs from a branch, and then it ripped off......"

"But my dear friend, do you know how much it is worth?"

"I use it to tie bandages when animals are hurt," Hagrid said, shrugging his shoulders, "especially good...... It's very sturdy, you see. He plucked the unicorn's fur from the roof and showed it to Slughorn.

Slughorn took a sip of his glass, his eyes surveying around the cabin, he filled Hagrid and his own glass, and drank with Hagrid.

"Didn't you say you couldn't come, why did you bring Slughorn?" asked Harry.

"I just thought I should come," Harry said with a smile, looking relaxed.

It turned out that this was the case after drinking the elixir, Darren stopped talking, and sat quietly watching Harry, the wine brought by Slughorn was about to run out, Harry pointed at the empty glass under the table with his wand, and the glass was immediately full, and he grinned.

Slughorn and Hagrid picked up the glass and drank it, nothing happened, Darren couldn't help but glance at Harry, it wasn't the Water Spell, he conjured up wine.

As Harry continued to try, Slughorn and Hagrid began toasting indulgently: for Hogwarts, for Dumbledore, for the elves, for every excuse they could think of.

"Harry Potter!" Hagrid roared, sipping down the fourteenth barrel of wine.

"Yes," Slughorn exclaimed, a little slurred, "and Darren, who always likes to help people...... Well...... That's pretty much it. He muttered, and drank it down.