In the stands, Harry and Sirius slowly followed the crowd, and the godson and godfather excitedly talked about the game that had just ended—Harry's family situation and Sirius's relationship situation made his two pairs of commentators completely immune to the final question.

Suddenly, Harry stopped, and Sirius, who was still talking about how Jaime had dealt with Slytherin's treacherous methods, bumped into Harry's shoulder, and he followed Harry's gaze to see that it was Professor Horace Slughorn, who was wearing a robe and a square hat, and had returned from the court.

Slughorn had been hiding from Harry before, but now he came face to face with them, and after a pause in his steps, he groaned, then took out his hand in his trouser pocket, and gestured deliberately, "Oh my God, I forgot something." With that, he hurriedly turned around and returned to the stands without looking back.

"If he didn't get it, he was picked up by someone else, and it seems that he was unlucky. Sirius stared at Slughorn's back and moved closer to Harry.

Slughorn, Harry's gaze follower, shook his head, "Luck...", he thought of Dumbledore's suggestion, "Sirius, I'm sorry, I'm not having dinner with you, I'll have to borrow something from Hermione to do." With that, Harry trotted away without waiting for his godfather to respond.

In the high stand where Harris was, Hermione was saying goodbye to the Harris family, and Morgan Lefay said to Daisy and Tonks in a somewhat excited and curious voice: "I'm going to ask Owen about Luna when I go back, if his mother is still alive, then who will he save if I fall into the water at the same time as his mother..."

"......" Hermione was a little speechless, she observed a moment of silence for Mr. Owen Harris, who was about to be hit by this problem - but thinking of Owen's character, he would probably not hesitate to say that he would save Morgan Lefay in this situation...

At this time, everyone saw Harry walking by, and mistakenly thought that Harry was also here to say goodbye to them, and Morgan Lefay warmly hugged Harry. After an extra round of pleasantries, Morgan Lefay, who was about to leave, glanced around, and found that Penelope and Alan were nowhere to be seen, and she had a guess in her heart about the whereabouts of the two, but it was not good to say anything in front of Hermione, but she thought that the little girl Patricia had met the teacher who had left her here like this, and Morgan Lefay, who felt that she was even more pitiful, said to the wolf mother: "Later, you can bring Patricia and her mother to the house for a meal together." ”

"Yes, ma'am," replied the Wolf Mother, taking Patricia's hand.

Morgan Lefay touched Patricia's soft hair again, lowered his head and said softly: "Our house is different from the current Quidditch pitch, you and Mother Wolf should go back and take your mother over first."

With that, Morgan Lefay left Hogwarts with Albert and the others.

"Hermione," Harry said he had the opportunity to get closer to Hermione as the crowd left, "I think I need to be lucky. Hermione, will you lend me the elixir that Slughorn rewarded you with?"

"Harry, elixir can't be used indiscriminately!" Hermione furrowed, her eyes straight at Harry, and pursed her lips in disapproval.

"I'm not going to use it indiscriminately, you know, about Dumbledore's mission. Harry whispered quickly and anxiously, whispering that Slughorn had just made an excuse to leave when he saw him again.

At this moment, two owls flew over, and they flew in front of Hermione and Harry, stretching out their left legs. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, untying the small roll of parchment tied to the owl's leg.

Harry didn't rush to open the parchment, he looked at Hermione eagerly, hoping for an answer.

"Okay, okay..."Hermione took the bottle of elixir out of her waist bag and handed it to her friend: "Drinking it can make people lucky within twelve hours, I don't think you need to drink too much, a few hours of things then a sip or two is enough, otherwise overdose in the future, it will lead to vertigo, recklessness and arrogance... Harry, it may feel good, but don't get attached to it. ”

"Thank you, Hermione. Harry held up the vial and took a sip.

"How does it feel?" Hermione asked in a whisper, Hermione, who had never drunk anything of this before, was still curious about the potion.

Harry didn't answer for a moment, he didn't feel any difference, and then, slowly but surely, an incomparably exhilarating sensation flowed through his body, as if there were infinite opportunities, and the brief illusion of omniscience and omnipotence made him feel that he could do anything, everything...... Getting a memory from Slughorn suddenly seemed not only possible, but simply easy......

"Great... I feel so good!" Harry straightened his back with a confident smile that was completely different from his usual face, and returned the remaining elixir to Hermione, who was thinking her friend's expression had become strange, and opened the small parchment envelope.

When Harry opened it, he saw that the parchment was covered in messy handwriting, and there were large balls of ink on the paper, which were difficult to read.

Dear Harry,

My friend Aragog died, and Alan helped me get it back, and I told you how special he was, and it would mean a lot to me if you could come to my funeral for it. I plan to have a funeral at dusk, which is his favorite time of day. I know you'll be delayed late in the time you're done, but Alan is here, and he'll be able to send you back to avoid Filch's harassment, I didn't want to make that request, but I can't do it alone.

Hagrid

"I'll go over now, Hagrid must be sad. Hermione also stared at the ink stains on her parchment, apparently with large tears falling on the parchment, "I knew Harry that you should have attended Aragog's funeral and drink the elixir tomorrow... Remember, Professor Slughorn usually eats dinner early, then takes a walk, and then goes back to his office. ”

"Yes!" Harry nodded with that confident smile, and then he said to Hermione in a sure tone, "I'm going to Hagrid too, right now." ”

"What? No! Harry, you've got to get to Professor Slughorn! You've just taken the Elixir!"

"Hermione, I know, but—" Harry paused, seemingly organizing his language to try to explain to Hermione, but eventually he gave up and just described how he felt, "but I think going to Hagrid must be a good thing! I feel like it's the right place to go, you know what I mean?"

"No... Is this the elixir that made you think so?" Hermione shook her head a little confused.

"Trust me, let's go, I know what I'm doing... Or as you say, the elixir knows. ”

Severus Snape's office, though he wasn't a Potions professor this year, was still in a cold basement - Slughorn had chosen a better place to stay,

In front of the storage cabinet full of strange glass jars, Snape put the potion materials that Alan had asked for one by one into different small sacks of linen, Professor Snape's lips were closed at this time as if to suppress his anger, his face was very gloomy under his long black greasy hair, his eyes lowered and looked at the last herb in his hand from his hooked nose, and threw it into the bag: "It's all right." ”

"Professor Snape, you've been a great help... But let me take my leave. Alan maintained a grim face on the surface, as if he really wanted these potions to make a few bad ingredients, and for this reason he deliberately added some more ingredients that were not needed for the mutton stew - but Professor Snape was surprisingly cooperative today, and did not use his aggressive voice to make mockery.

"Please wait, Professor Harris.."

Hearing the other party's voice, Alan turned around, and the expression on Snape's thin yellow face was a little stiff, "Let Potter live... You promised. ”

"Unlike many of the promises Dumbledore has made to you before and their actual results, the promises I have made will naturally be kept. Alan thought that Snape was for the Resurrection Stone, but he didn't expect that he was still caring for the child of the beloved woman in his own way.

Snape stared at Allen's eyes for a moment, as if judging the truth of his tone, and then groped with his hand in the bag on the belt of his robe, letting it make a sound of fabric rubbing.

Allen's eyes were fixed on the birch wand that had been revealed by Snape's movements, and then he felt another small soft rag bag in his hand.

Sensing the other party's mood swings, Alan stared at Snape, but the other party didn't notice it and just whispered as if he was in a memory: "It tastes better when you put a little in the soup with a special flavor of meat." ”