Truth be told, this discouraged Harry, in fact, he relied on some of the experience that the half-blood prince had brought him, and Malfoy did rely on his knowledge of potions to win Slahhorn's approval.

Harry had to admit that Malfoy was still funny?

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

The bell rang, and both Ernie and Malfoy quickly left the classroom, in fact, Malfoy would feel uncomfortable staying here for a minute longer, Potions class was technically Harry's home game.

Since Voldemort's return, Harry and Dumbledore have naturally been the other thick thigh, otherwise Dumbledore would not have been able to convince Slahone to return to Hogwarts to continue teaching.

No one can be left alone, unless the fish is so salted that they can no longer salt the fish, and then honestly hide in the United States or elsewhere.

It's better to go, though, and Harry thinks it's great now.

"Professor!" Harry called.

Slughorn immediately glanced over his shoulder. When he was sure that it was just him and Harry in the entire classroom, he left as quickly as he could.

"Professor, Professor, don't you want to try my potion......" Harry exclaimed with some disappointment. But he's gone.

What was wrong with him?, but that feeling of confidence wasn't completely gone, and it gave Harry some small comfort.

Disappointed, Harry emptied his crucible, straightened his bag, and left the dungeon and walked slowly to the common room upstairs.

Van Lin, Hermione, and Ron returned in the late afternoon.

"Harry," exclaimed Hermione as soon as she got out of the hole in the portrait, "Harry, I'm over!"

"Well done, Ron?" asked Harry. "Ron—he didn't seem to make it," Hermione said with some embarrassment.

At that time, Ronport got into the house, looking depressed.

"It's just unlucky. It's a trivial matter, and the examiner there picks at him and says that he dropped half of his eyebrows......"

"Anyway, it's a kind of out-of-body. "Still, it's nothing, just pay attention next time." ”

"Compared to that, Harry, what's going on with Slughorn? ...... him and you"

"Fail!" Harry replied briefly to Van Lin's question. Then Harry began to comfort Ron again.

"Unlucky, buddy, but next time you'll be sure, we can take the exam together. ”

"Yes, I hope so," Ron said gruffly, "only half an eyebrow!

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

Ron complained to the examiner throughout the dinner, to be exact, Ron was not skilled enough in apparition, and that was only a matter of practicing for a while.

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

They were still discussing the next Slughorn's memories.

"So, Harry—are you going to use your luck for water or what?" Ron asked. "yes, I hope that will be better. I don't think I need to drink them all, I don't need 24 hours of good luck, I can't drink them all,...... Just a small bite. 2, 3 hours worked. ”

"I tried a few drops today, maybe the dose was a little small, but I also got a general idea of how it feels. Harry said.

"Lost confidence?" asked Van Lin curiously.

"Almost, I've got a few left, enough to solve Slahhorn's problem, and I don't know what to do, but that's bound to happen at the time...... Inspiration ......"

"Uh......" Van Lin was a little speechless, he didn't like the feeling of the unknown, although many times he relied on inspiration, such as alchemy......

"It feels good to take him," Ron said reminiscingly. "It's as if you can't do anything wrong. ”

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

"Yes, but I thought I did, didn't I?" Ron said hopefully, "it's pretty much the same. ”

"Probably. Van Lin shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe I can look into it, Nicolame must know how to make it." ”

"Nicolame? He hasn't ...... yet."

"Oh yes. "I found some ...... Interesting thing, so Nicola May chose to stay a little longer, it was not difficult for him, I doubt that if Nicola Mae wanted to, Nicola Mae was more than capable of making a Philosopher's Stone, and I heard that the core of Beauxbatons was a Philosopher's Stone made by Nicolamet.

"Incredible...... Ron sighed.

Next, it was time to besiege Slahhorn, and now they were focused on Slahhorn's memories, and there was only so much they could do at Hogwarts.

All they saw was Slughorn entering the hall, as if he was going to eat. They just hung out in the common room for a while, planning that Harry would go to his office once Slughorn was back in the teacher's room.

When the sun hung on the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, they decided to act. Knowing that Neville, Dean and Seamus were in the common room, the four of them snuck into the boys' dormitory. Harry pulled out the curly sock at the bottom of the box and pulled out a small glittering bottle from it.

"Well, this is it," Harry said, holding up the vial and taking a precise sip.

"What does it feel?" asked Hermione in a whisper.

Harry didn't answer at first. Then, slowly but clearly, all sorts of lucky feelings spread through his body, and he felt like he had done it all—not only to get, but easily to get Slughorn's memory...... He stood up, smiling, full of confidence.

"It's amazing," he said, "it's amazing...... Where am I going to Hagrid? ”

"What?" asked Rohnhyuk and Min incredulously.

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

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

"Slahone is not at Hogwarts Castle. Van Lin asked.

"I don't know, but ......," Harry paused, "I think this time will be going well." ”

Harry confidently walked to the door, "Luck works. ”

Harry put his cloak on his full line and began to descend the stairs, with the Vanlin men following him. At the end of the staircase, Harry passed through the gate.

"What are you doing?" said Lavender Brown, with some surprise. She walked past Harry and watched as the Vanlin men came out of the boys' dormitory.

As Harry quickly walked through the hall away from the crowd, Ron was heard stammering.

Van Lin and Hermione left Ron behind, and the matter was left to his own devices, but in the blink of an eye, Harry was gone.

Harry walked blindly and confidently, not worrying about anyone breaking him, and it was simple to walk through the portrait: as he approached, Ginny happened to come in with Dean, and Harry had to dodge. But unintentionally bumped into Ginny.

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

The portrait closed behind Harry, but before that he heard an angry retort...... His confidence diminished, and Harry walked through the castle unconscious. He didn't need to keep his body down, as there were almost no people in his path, but that didn't surprise him at all.

He was the luckiest man in the school tonight. He didn't know why he thought it was the right choice to go to Hagrid. It was as if the potion gave him a hint.

Harry couldn't see the final purpose, and he couldn't see when Slughorn would intervene. But he knew it was the right way to get memories. When he reached the front door of the hall, he noticed that Filch had forgotten to lock it.

Overjoyed, Harry could smell the fresh air and grass as he opened the door and stepped into the dusk. How pleasant it was to get to Hagrid's hut and pass the greenhouse! it wasn't on the way to the hut, but Harry wanted to find out on a whim, and he didn't hesitate to go to the greenhouse, the place that pleased him.

Not too much surprise, he spotted Professor Slughorn talking to a professor of herbology. Harry hid behind a low stone wall, calmly listening.

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

I agree with that, too. Professor Sputlaw said enthusiastically, "Are those enough?"

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

"That's enough for me to use for three years, and maybe some in case my students overdose...... Uh, it's a pleasure to meet you, and once again a big thank you. ”

The Herbology Professor turned back and walked towards his greenhouse, while Professor Slughorn walked towards where Harry was hiding. 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. Slughorn said, pausing and looking alertly, "How did you get out of the castle?"

"I think Mr. Filch forgot to lock the door. Harry said happily. He was also pleased to see Slughorn frown. "I'll report him to the principal. If you want me to say that 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 anybody, are you, Professor? I don't want to get in trouble for him. ”

Slughorn's curiosity was clearly aroused. "Okay, but I don't guarantee that," he said in a gruff voice. "But I know Dumbledore believed in Hagrid so much that I'm sure he wouldn't agree to anything terrible,"

"It's just a giant spider, he's been raising it for a few years...... He lives in the Forbidden Forest...... It can talk and do other things......"

"I've heard rumors that there are giant spiders there, is that true?" Slavhorn exclaimed, much to Slavhorn's surprise.

With the blessing of being a potions master, it is obvious that there is no way to refuse this very precious biological material.

"Yes," Harry replied, "but this ...... Giant Spider ...... This is the first one Hagrid raised, he died yesterday, Hagrid was very sad, he wanted to have a companion while he buried it, so I said I was going. ”

"Wait," Slughorn said blankly, his listless eyes staring at 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 disappointed, I shouldn't say nothing...... But if it's possible to get some...... I mean, but it's alive and it's almost impossible to get Venom...... "Slughorn was more like talking to himself than to Harry"...... It's more of a great waste if you don't collect some...... A vial may be exchanged for a hundred Galleons...... To be honest, my salary is not high......"

Now Harry knew exactly what to do.

"Well, then," said Harry after making the most convincing hesitation, "well, if you want to come, Professor, Hagrid will be pleased. Give Aragora a decent send-off, you know......

"Yes, of course," said Slughorn, his eyes twinkling as if something was hidden, "I'll tell you, Harry, I'll subdue you with a bottle, or two, and we'll drink the poor beast's—though not very healthy—but we'll say goodbye to him, which was buried anyway." I'll change my opinion, it's big enough for a chance. ”

Obviously, Slavhorn was very excited, and this was even more difficult to obtain than the likes of Dragonskin.

The giant spider is extremely aggressive, and a qualified wizard can barely compete with an adult giant spider, but no one has ever been able to domesticate this creature that integrates tyranny into its bones, and besides, giant spiders have always gathered in the same forest, so to speak, in groups?

They poured out like Harry had done before.

No wizard with the blind eye would get into trouble with such a creature, not even the kind of madman who has already thrown himself into the dark wizard.

"Knock knock!"

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

"I'm sorry, Hagrid, Verin and Hermione can't make it, there's a problem with Ron's apparition, and Van Lin needs to solve some of the tasks assigned by Nicolame, and Hermione, Hermione is assisting ......him," Harry said hesitantly, but, "they're really sorry. ”

"It doesn't matter, I already feel you're here, though, Harry......" Hagrid let out a loud cry, a black armband wrapped around his arm, but it looked like a rag for shining his boots, Hagrid's eyes were red and swollen.

Harry sighed and patted his wrist with his hand, (Harry couldn't reach Hagrid's shoulder) it was the highest point he could reach.

"Where did we bury him?" Hagrid asked, his eyes swollen. "In the forest?" said Hagrid, sadly, wiping his wet eyes with his clothes. "Aragog is gone, and the other spiders won't let me get close to their webs. It turned out that he ordered them so that I was not eaten. I can't believe it, Harry. ”

"Honestly, that's true. Harry replied bitterly, thinking of the last time they had had direct contact with the spider swarm. They knew very well that it was because of Alago, Hagrid, that they had survived.

It must be admitted that Hagrid was an incomparably successful animal trainer in every sense of the word.

Harry had heard from Van Lin, that Hufflepuff's senior, that master who could tame all kinds of magical beasts, but Hagrid was no worse than Newt.

It can be said that this is Hagrid's talent, the ability to communicate with fantastic beasts, at least until now, except for the Buckbeak basilisk and Hedwig, it is true that Harry does not know about other animals at all.

"I'll never be able to go to the places I once knew so well," Hagrid said, waving his hand, "and it's not easy, to bring back its corpses, and let me say that they come in to eat the remains of their companions...... But I want them to give me a full, formal funeral ......."

Hagrid started crying again, and Harry stroked his elbow again, saying that it did do a good thing (because with the Lucky Potion, it was the only right thing to do).

"Hey, Hagrid, Professor Slughorn and I'm here, Hagrid. ”

"You're not in trouble, are you?" Hagrid suddenly looked up nervously and said, "You shouldn't have left the castle at this time. I knew I was wrong then. ”

"No, when he heard the reason why I came, he was happy to come with me and say goodbye to Aragog. Harry said firmly. "It has a better idea. I think he said he had better bring some wine to pay tribute to Aragog......"

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

"That's true, oh, he's very good, I haven't done anything with Slughorn before, come in and see old Aragog, okay, he'll be willing, Aragoch will be willing. ”

However, when Harry saw the dead spider with intertwined legs, Harry thought to himself that for Aragog, Slughorn meant nothing more than to provide a lot of fresh delicacies.

And Aragog is estimated to be worth a few hundred gold gallons for Slavhorn, in addition to the potion aid.

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

"Just walk a little past the pumpkin patch," Hagrid shouted in a voice that almost suffocated, "I've already dug one...... Uh, graves, you know, just imagine where we're going to say something nice, you know......"

His voice trembled, then stopped, and he blew his nose with his funeral handkerchief, when there was a knock on the door, it was Slughorn, who was wearing a dark black scarf and several bottles in his hands.

"Hagrid, I'm sad to hear that you've lost a friend. ”

"Thank you for your concern, and thank you for not keeping Harry in confinement. Hagrid sobbed.

"You haven't dreamed of it yet, have you, it's been a sad night, poor life, where is it?" said Slahhorn, after a brief moment of silence, and then the conversation fell to Aragog.

The three of them walked to the ground behind, the moon's rays shining through the woods and reflecting off Hagrid's window, dimly shining on Aragog's body, which was lying on the edge of a large freshly dug pit, about 10 feet deep.

Slughorn took two steps forward, and the eight eyes on Aragog's head looked at the sky dimly, its claws motionless in the moonlight.

Slughorn said, "O noble life. ”

"Not everybody knows these lives are beautiful," said Hagrid, tears streaming down his wrinkled eyes, "I never knew you were interested in such a life, Hores." ”

"Dear Hagrid, I respect them," Slughorn said, walking over to Aragog's body. Harry saw the light of the bottle flicker under his cloak. But Hagrid just wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and didn't notice.

Well, now is indeed not the time to focus on this kind of thing, and Slahhorn's rhetoric did soothe Hagrid's mood a bit.

Even Harry wasn't going to believe the that Slavhorn would respect a giant spider, not a single punctuation mark.

"Now, then, it's time for our friends to settle down. Slavhorn said, Hagrid nodded, walked forward, lifted Aragog's huge body, muttered a muttered word, and threw the body into the pit, where the body touched the bottom of the pit with a dull loud noise, Hagrid watched, and then cried again.

"Of course, I know that's hard for you, you're his best friend," Slughorn said, "why don't you let me say a little?"

Harry thought he must have gotten a good poison from Aragog, and Slughorn walked back from the pit with a satisfied smirk on his face, which made Harry a little uncomfortable, but he wasn't going to sweep Slahhorn away.

In a slow, impressive tone, Slavhorn said, "Good-bye, Aragog, Lord of the Spiders, though your body will rot, but your soul will wander in the forest where you have woven your web, may your offspring prosper, and may your human friends be comforted." ”

"It'...... It's really beautiful. Hagrid cried out and fell into the mound beside him, crying harder than ever.

"Here, here," Slughorn said, waving his wand to summon the dirt to bury Aragog's body, "and now let's go in and have a drink." ”

Harry held him to the other side.

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

"Well done, let's go. They helped Hagrid to the chair next to the table. Tooth, who had been hiding under the basket at the funeral, was now rubbing against their legs, and was lying on Hagrid's knees as before.

Slughorn uncorked a bottle of wine he had brought.

"I've tested it for poison. Slahhorn firmly told Harry that the poisoned alcohol had had a great impact on Slahhorn.

"Of course, Professor, I believe in you. Harry said, sincerely, and Slahhorn looked very useful, and he poured most of the bottle into Hagrid's bucket-like glass and handed it to Hagrid.

"I let a house-elf try every bottle of wine, after that regret happened to poor Rupert. ”

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

The life of an elf is not a life?

Harry suddenly remembered Dobby and Kreacher.

Although the elves had a lot of problems, at least, as far as Harry knew, Kreacher alone, after telling through Van Lin, Harry was also full of emotion.

Maybe really, Hermione's House-Elf Promotion Association was pretty reliable, and Harry had had thought of it more than once at least so far.

As Harry thought, Slahhorn didn't stop.

"This is for you...... Harry. Slughorn split the second bottle.

"This is mine. Good. Harry said, not averse to such a drink.

Slavhoun paused, then raised his glass and said, "For Aragog!"

"Aragog!" repeated Hagrid and Harry. Hagrid and Slughorn drank it all.

However, Harry, guided by the Luck Potion, knew he must not drink it, so he simply pretended to take a sip and then put the cup back on the table in front of him.

"I hatched it out of an egg...... You know......" Hagrid said sadly, "he was very small when he first came out, the size of a puppy. ”

Harry smacked his tongue, a spider the size of a puppy?

If Ron was left to face it, Ron would go absolutely insane.

"Happiness!" said Slughorn. Previously hid it in a school closet until ...... Okay......" Hagrid's face darkened, and Harry knew why: Tom Riddle had Hagrid expelled from Hogwarts and accused him of being the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, using such things to cover up the real Chamber of Secrets, and Harry was able to get there, and now, apparently, adding a Malfoy.

Slughorn didn't seem to want to listen, however, staring up at the ceiling, where there were some brass optics and long, sleek white hair.

"Is that a unicorn's hair?" Hagrid?"

"Oh, yes," Hagrid said blandly, "plucked from their tails, they hang from the branches of the Forbidden Forest, you know......"

"Oh, dear, do you know how much they know?" said Slahhorn bitterly, but Hagrid apparently didn't care.

"If there's an animal hurt, I use it to tie it up," Hagrid shrugged, "they're sturdy, very sturdy. ”

Slughorn took another big sip and his eyes began to scan the room very closely, and Harry knew that it was forging more valuable things in order to take advantage of his wounded friend.

Indeed, Van Lin sometimes does the same, and when he needs to find something biological, he always goes wrong with Hagrid.

From all the things of dragons to all sorts of weird things, Van Lin seems to have gotten a small piece of poison-horned rhinoceros at Hagrid's place.

Mead, pineapple, velvet jacket. He filled Hagrid and himself with wine, and asked how the animals living in the Forbidden Forest and Hagrid had taken care of them over the years.

Hagrid, under the influence of alcohol, became talkative. Slughorn also flattered Hagrid's explanations and discussed them in a monograph.

The Lucky Potion caught Harry's attention, and he found that the alcohol had opened up a bit to Slughorn.

Harry hadn't even tried to say the spell out loud before he got the Confusion Potion.

But it's ridiculous to think that it couldn't have been done tonight: indeed, he smiled himself but didn't get the attention of Slughorn and Hagrid (the story has now become that of the illegal dragon egg trade).

He pointed his wand from under the table to the empty wine glass, which was immediately filled with wine again.

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

"Harry Potter!. Hagrid exclaimed. Wine spilled from his chin.

"Yes, it does. "Slughorn cried out in a mushy voice, "the boy who never dies, the chosen one—well—and so on," he muttered, draining his wine.

It left Harry speechless, but what else could he do?

Smiling on the surface, it must be admitted that Harry somewhat regretted that he had not drunk, because in his sober state, it was difficult for Harry to fit into the atmosphere of Slavhorn and Hagrid, and he could only sit and giggle now.

Clearly, the Lucky Elixir had given Harry a hint that this was not the time.

Soon after, Hagrid began to cry again, and during this time, Slahhorn succeeded in seducing Hagrid, who gave Professor Slahhorn the entire unicorn's tail hair.

Slavhorn cried and put it in his pocket, "Cheers to friendship, Cheers to tolerance, Cheers to ten golden gallons of hair!"

After a few moments, Hagrid and Slughorn sat together, hugging each other while singing a sad song about a dead wizard called Odo in a slow tone.

It felt like something else, and gradually, Hagrid stopped crying.

Then, under the anesthesia of alcohol, Hagrid gradually lost control of his facial expressions.

"Ah, the good thing about dying," Hagrid sighed, and as Slughorn was still singing the repetitive passages, Hagrid's gaze fell on the table and squinted at Harry, "My dad doesn't have enough time to ...... Not like your parents, Harry. ”

As he spoke, tears seeped from Hagrid's wrinkled eyes as he grabbed Harry's arm and shook it vigorously.

"I never knew the best wizard of my time,...... Do is a hero, and the bored people make him go home, to the place he knew since he was a child. Slughorn sang mournfully. "They tricked Odo into asking him to go in and rest with his hat on. Sadly, his wand broke in two. ”

Well...... The song is presumably in demand for the tragic life of this unknown wizard.

Hero?

That hero doesn't have a sad past or is going through sadness.

Be remembered for success and be great because of death.

Most of them are like this, and there are many guys who have become extremely dazzling because of failure, and I have to admit that sometimes, this kind of thing can get very and complicated.

"Horrible......" Hagrid muttered as his hairy head rolled to the side and fell asleep on Harry's arm, snoring loudly.

"I'm sorry," Slughorn hiccuped, "so I can't sing anymore to keep me alive." ”

"Hagrid wasn't talking about you singing badly, he was talking about my dead parents. Harry said empathetically.

"Oh," Slughorn burped again, "oh dear, yes that actual...... Oh...... That's actually pretty scary...... It's horrible......"

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

"I don't ...... Oh...... I don't think you remember that, do you, Harry?" asked Slahhorn awkwardly.

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

"I ...... Oh...... I do not know. Slughorn said in a quiet tone.

The scene became a little solemn for a moment, to be exact, very solemn.

As for Harry's parents, in Slahhorn's eyes, it is estimated that they only have the value of giving birth to Harry.

No one knew if Slahhorn really loved Lily, at least, he wasn't bad for Harry.

A somewhat snobbish old man?

A wizard full of quirks.

Or, a wise man, at least in terms of potions, Slahhorn's achievements are not comparable to any master, as the former head of Slytherin, the guy who can stand out at Hogwarts and even in the wizarding world, the necessary respect must be maintained.