"Aragog. Everyone in the room raised their glasses and took a big sip, except for Harry, who felt that there was a trace of the elixir in the wine, and that he couldn't drink it, so he pretended to take a sip and put the cup back on the table.

"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. Slughorn said, noticing Harry staring at him in high spirits.

Hermione was surprised and asked, "Born the size of a pug?"

Ron sulked as he watched a couple of people talk about a spider.

"That's right, when he was alive...... You don't know how majestic he is! I used to keep him in the school cupboard until ...... Alas......"

"That's wonderful, it's not unicorn fur over there, Hagrid?" Slughorn looked at the wall.

"Oh, it's the unicorn's hair," Hagrid said carelessly, "ripped off its tail and hung on a branch in the woods......"

"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. ”

While Professor Slughorn was chatting with Hagrid about the many treasures in the house, Lockhart took out a few bottles of good wine from the three broomsticks from his bag and replaced the empty first bottle under Hermione's cover, and Harry quickly refilled Slughorn under the effect of the elixir, and Slughorn took another sip defenselessly.

"Unicorns are full of good things!" Lockhart also drank some wine, anyway, a small amount of the elixir is harmless to people, "Its blood can make people immortal, but unfortunately there is a curse in it!"

Ron gulped down his drink, and he couldn't interject at all.

"yes, if the unicorn's blood wasn't cursed......" Slughorn joined the conversation as he unguarded glass after glass......

After about an hour, almost everyone except Harry was drunk and collapsed in their chairs. Ron and Hagrid were both asleep, and Lockhart and Slughorn were also drunk, and the wine was good, and one drank a little more in order to get the other drunk......

Hermione also drank a few glasses, sat dumbfounded for a while, and suddenly cried without warning, I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness or the effect of a small amount of truth spitting.

"What's wrong, dear?" Lockhart was most afraid of the girl crying, and took Hermione in his arms, "What's not pleasant, say it." ”

"What a failure I have...... Hermione burst into tears, "You're the first man I liked, but you're one step behind her...... Hermione cried so hard that she couldn't finish her words, "It turned out that my first love was to be a third party......! My relationship history is a joke! It's not fair......"

Lockhart was a little unbearable, but what could he do. "I'm sorry, Hermione, to make your first love so imperfect......" he stroked Hermione's back, which was constantly heaving as she sobbed, "but I promise, as long as you don't leave me, I'll do everything I can to make you happy......"

"Guidero, you don't know...... How handsome you were in class," Hermione lowered her voice, "as if to monopolize you...... Be your wife and be with you for the rest of your life......"

Hermione buried her face in Lockhart's chest, cried for a while, and fell asleep.

"Poor girl. Slughorn looked at Hermione and Lockhart in a daze, "But it's still a good match, isn't it, Harry...... Your parents...... Of all wizards of their age, the best couple I've ever seen...... Terrible...... Horrible ......"

“...... Terrible," Hagrid slumped in his sleep, his unkempt head rolled into the crook of his arm and snored lowly.

"That's how life ......," Slughorn hiccuped, "good things are always easy to hurt...... If you don't cherish it, it's gone all of a sudden......"

"yes......" Harry realized that the opportunity had finally come, "I've seen pictures of them, how good, but when I was a year old, they died like that......"

Slughorn didn't seem to know what to say, and went to fill his glass with wine. "I suppose- you don't remember, Harry?" he asked awkwardly.

"I don't remember - I was a year old when they died. Harry said, staring at the candle flame flickering in Hagrid's heavy snoring, "But after Voldemort's resurrection, I saw a lot of it from his memory because of some kind of connection." My dad died first, you know?"

"I- I don't know. Slughorn said in a faint voice.

Lockhart couldn't hold Hermione, who was drunk, her head slid down, and finally leaned on Lockhart's thigh, red and fluttering, her skin was still delicate and smooth, only a few subtle freckles, but it looked even more cute. She seemed to dream of something happy, and the corners of her mouth curled.

At this point, Harry began to try to get Slughorn to speak-

"Yes...... Voldemort killed him, and he didn't even take a wand...... Then he stepped over his body and walked over to my mom. ”

Slughorn shuddered, but couldn't seem to take his terrified gaze off Harry's face.

"He told my mom to go away," Harry said ruthlessly, "she could have been immortal, he just wanted to kill me, she could have escaped." ”

"Oh my God," Slughorn didn't seem to want to hear the horrible story, but couldn't raise her hand to cover her ears, "she could have ...... She doesn't have to...... It's horrible......"

"Yes," Harry's voice was almost whispering, "but she didn't move. Dad is dead, and she doesn't want me to die too. She fell to her knees and tried to intercede with Voldemort...... But he just laughed......"

"That's enough!" Slughorn suddenly cried, raising his trembling hand, "Really, dear child, that's enough...... I'm an old man...... I don't need to listen...... I don't want to hear ......"

"You like her, don't you?"

"Like her?" said Slughorn, tears welling up in her eyes, "I can't imagine anyone who has ever seen her dislike her...... Very brave...... Very lively...... Ah, the most terrible thing......"

"But you won't help her son. She gave me her life, but you refused to give me even a memory. ”

Hagrid's thunderous snoring filled the cabin. Lockhart gently touched Hermione's slightly undulating shoulders and looked expectantly into Slughorn's teary eyes.

"Don't say that," he whispered, "if it helps you...... Of course not a problem...... But that thing is useless......"

"Yes," Harry said clearly, "Dumbledore needs to know, I need to know, we must know, what questions Tom Riddle asked you, and how you answered. ”

Slughorn was still hesitating, but this time, the elixir was clearly working the right way for Harry, he wasn't aggressive, but he was unintentionally forcing Slughorn-

"I'm the savior, I have to kill him, I need that memory. ”

Slughorn's face turned even paler, and his head was covered in sweat.

"You're the savior?"

"Of course," Harry said calmly.

"But...... Dear children...... You're asking for too much...... Actually, you're asking me to help you destroy—"

"You don't want to get rid of the wizard who killed Lily Evans, my mother?" Harry looked him in the eye, "Be brave, Professor!"

Slughorn didn't speak, but looked terrified.

"Be as brave as my mother, Professor......," Harry put his hand on Slughorn's shoulder, "or she'll die a worthless death." ”

Hagrid twitched in his dream and continued to snore, while Ron and Hermione slept soundly. Slughorn and Harry looked at each other like this, and the silence lasted for a long time, and the elixir made Harry look radiant and scorching.

Finally, slowly, slowly, Slughorn reached into his pocket, drew his wand, and with his other hand reached for a small, empty bottle from his cloak. Still staring into Harry's eyes, he pressed the tip of his wand to his temple before pulling it away. The tip of the staff brought out a long wisp of silver-like memory. It grew longer and longer, and finally broke, silver gleaming across the tip of the staff. Slughorn put it in the bottle, and the silver filament rolled up, then unfolded, swirling like gas. He tightened the cap with a trembling hand and handed it to Harry across the table.

"You're a good boy," Slughorn said, tears streaming down his fat cheeks, "you have eyes like hers...... Don't think too badly of me after reading this......"

He also rested his head in the crook of his arm, sighed, and fell asleep. (To be continued.) )