Hagrid's spider is finally dead...... Lockhart had received a note from Hagrid, inviting him to attend Buckbeak's funeral, and bringing Harry and the others with him.

"Harry, here's your chance, Hagrid's spider has died for years, and we're going to the funeral. Lockhart said to the three children, "Prepare a moving set of words, and then I'll call Slughorn, and then it's up to you to do it." ”

"Spider!" Ron said like a ghost, "I've been raising it for years, I'm not going!"

"Professor, are you going? Hermione didn't care what it was, she only cared if she could be with Lockhart, "I'll go if you go!"

Lockhart glared at Ron angrily, "Hagrid treats you as good friends, you have to go! ”

Harry was concerned about Slughorn, "Professor, how can you guarantee that Slughorn will give me a memory?"

"I'll find a way to keep him at Hagrid's for a drink, and then I'll get him drunk, and then you'll find a way to impress him. Lockhart thought for a moment, "I'll secretly smear a trace amount of truth-spitting potion in Hagrid's cup, a little bit, it won't make people feel abnormal, but I can't help but have a confidant." ”

"The professor is so thoughtful, so be it!" Harry said in high spirits, "Ron, you must go too." ”

"Oh no......" Ron was horrified, "I love Hagrid, but after all - the spider is dead, if it was to save it - I would ...... I'm not going either!"

"Whoever doesn't arrive, I'll take him to answer questions in every class!" Lockhart threatened fiercely, "you can do it." ”

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This kind of thing, Pandora is not suitable for and will never participate, Lockhart didn't ask her, but just went to the Potions professor's office and invited Slughorn. Hearing that an eight-eyed giant spider that had lived for decades had died, Slughorn's eyes lit up, and he agreed without hesitation, and decided to bring a few bottles of wine over to comfort Hagrid on the spot.

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At this time, Hogwarts was almost fully protected, and entry and exit were strictly restricted, so Lockhart had to pick up Harry and the other three. Hermione was a little excited, she hadn't been with Lockhart in days except for class, Ron looked terrified, he was about to go to the funeral of one of the creatures he feared most, it looked like he had lived for years, and Harry ...... He seemed so excited that he couldn't help laughing out loud even when he walked.

"Harry, you've knocked the elixir...... Lockhart pouted, "and it's the first time you've seen your symptoms." ”

"Yes, Professor, now...... I feel like Professor Slughorn's memories are waiting for me to get them from Hagrid!" Harry said excitedly, "I just kissed Zhang Qiu!"

Lockhart rolled his eyes, the elixir, which is said to bring luck, is actually a potion between a stimulant and a drug, which can make people feel happy and uplifting after taking it, and can also increase the speed of people's reactions in a small amount, it is a potion that is lightly controlled.

Lockhart himself often drinks a little refreshment, but the effect of this medicine is a bit strong, and it is easy to do stupid things after drinking it - Lockhart once used to use magic to set off fireworks in the capital square of another country in order to find out that Barty Jr. had attacked students from other schools during the Goblet of Fire, all of which were the product of impulsiveness after knocking the elixir, so he stopped drinking it now......

Then again, the two times Lockhart did stupid things that didn't get caught or get into trouble for very magical reasons...... Maybe, maybe...... Can Elixir Really Bring Luck?

"You despicable fellow, you dumped Ginny!" Ron was furious, "Do you want to chase a beautiful woman when you see it?"

"Uh......" Harry muttered. "We all have the right to pursue happiness, don't we, at least I only chased Zhang Qiu after I broke up with Ginny, unlike Professor Lockhart and Hermione......"

"Ahem!" Hermione coughed angrily, and Harry could barely say anything after drinking the elixir.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it to your face......" Harry smirked. "I should have whispered while you weren't there. ”

Lockhart was a little dissatisfied, but firstly, he was stepping on two boats, and secondly, he saw that Harry was so addicted to drugs that he said anything, and he decided not to pursue it half-amusementally and half-understandingly. In other words, he really caught up with Zhang Qiu? The savior's ability is really not to be underestimated.

"Hi, Mr. Filch!" Lockhart greeted cheerfully.

"Professor Lockhart, it's almost dinner, where are you going to take the kids?" Filch asked respectfully but responsibly.

"I'm going to take them for a hands-on defense class, and there's not enough space on campus. ”

Although suspicious, Filch was not qualified to stop the professor from leaving the school, so he could only open the door.

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When they arrived at Hagrid's hut, they were surprised to find that Professor Slughorn had already arrived, and was standing next to Hagrid with a sympathetic face, and the two of them chatted about various magical creatures, including the eight-eyed spider.

"Gildero...... You're here......" Hagrid sobbed as he looked at Lockhart and the others, "thank you for being with me at this time...... Drop off one last trip to Alagog ......"

"Gildero, thank you so much for inviting me here today. Slughorn whispered to Lockhart, his wide, eyelids drooping as he stared at the lights of Hagrid's hut in the distance. "The venom juice of the eight-eyed spider is very precious...... The beast had just died, and the poison juice had not yet dried up...... Do you know how many I got it, I almost didn't have enough bottles...... Oh my God, it's almost impossible to get venom juice from a living eight-eyed spider......"

Hermione began to comfort Hagrid, and Ron, almost like Hermione's second, grabbed Lockhart's arm and hid behind him shivering, the spiders he had ever seen in his life were not as big as this one, and if Aragog suddenly jumped up at this time, he would definitely faint with fright.

"Oh, thank you, Hermione...... And, of course, Ron, he'll be touched when you're here," Hagrid wiped tears from his eyes, "Of course, Gidero, it's great that you can bring them out, you'll always be my friend......"

“...... It's a waste not to collect it...... A pint is worth a hundred Galleons...... Honestly, my salary is not high......" Slughorn and Lockhart finished their private conversation and turned to Hagrid, "Hagrid, now that everyone is together, allow me to say two eulogies." ”

"Oh, of course. Hagrid said sadly.

Slughorn apparently got a lot of good poison juice from Aragog, as he rarely appeared to be so zealous and hardworking. He said in a slow, solemn tone: "Farewell, Aragog, Lord of Spiders, those who know you will not forget your long-standing and loyal friendship......!

Hagrid cried out in grief, nearly knocking Hermione down as she comforted him, and Lockhart quickly pulled Hermione to his side.

"But your spirit will remain in the quiet, cobwebbed place of your forest home...... May your multi-eyed offspring multiply...... May your human friends find solace in their grief...... "Between the grass and the small dirt hills, only a few people and a dog stood next to this dead spider, and the cool evening breeze blew, and the atmosphere was even more solemn, "Farewell!

"That's right...... That's right...... It's so beautiful!" Hagrid cried, and cried even harder as he fell on the mound of dirt that had been dug to bury the spider.

A few men helped a weeping Hagrid into the room and a chair in front of the table, and a few of them filled the small table so full that there was no room for his teeth to lie on his stomach, and Slughorn opened a bottle of wine he had brought.

"I've checked them all, and there's no poison. He assured Lockhart and the others as he poured half a bottle of wine into Hagrid's bucket-sized cup, and Lockhart had just smeared some truth-spitting potion on each of them as he took them. "I let a house-elf taste every bottle. ”

Hermione straightened up at this abuse of the house-elves, her eyes widened, and she was almost about to criticize Slughorn fiercely. But then I remembered that because of my mistake, I almost killed my sweetheart, and decided to ignore it.

"One for Gildero, one for Harry...... Slughorn said, pouring the wine into everyone present, "...... Give me one cup and the last one to ...... Robert, well," he raised his glass aloft: "For Aragog." ”

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