"No.... Nobody's... Hagrid...."

"What?"

"No one sneaked up on it..."

"Harry, you're alive! That's great! ”

From the enraged King of the Forbidden Forest to the rugged man with tears in his eyes, Hagrid's transformation was barely delayed, and after seeing that Harry was still moving, Hagrid copied Harry in one fell swoop.

"I'll take you to the school doctor's office, right now."

"No, no, it's just that if I accidentally got a little injured, I'll just drink some medicine."

Harry, who was held in Hagrid's hand like a chicken cub, wiped the sweat from his forehead tremblingly, the sharp pain just now really almost killed him, if he changed to a guy who was not so determined and had poor physical fitness, he rolled his eyes and fell unconscious after what happened just now.

"So what the hell happened to you? By the way, let me see where it hurts. ”

After making sure that Harry still had the strength to move, Hagrid carefully placed Harry on the grass for fear of breaking him.

"I'm just experimenting with it.... I didn't expect it.... Alas. ”

Harry, who sighed, raised his left hand tremblingly, and the swollen carrot-like little finger was particularly conspicuous, the muscles inside had swelled and broken, and even the bones were squeezed out of cracks by the muscles.

"I'll take a sip of the potion first."

Harry reached out and touched his arms, a small bag that was close to his chest was hanging diagonally, this was also a package sewn from dragon skin, and it was also a magic item that had been expanded by the Stretch Charm without a trace, and it contained the potion that Snape had prepared for Harry.

From healing to detoxification, from power liberation to defense enhancement.... The package was small, but it was very well stocked, and as a belated birthday present, Snape had incorporated all the eleven years of concern he had for Harry.

'Anyway, I'm your godfather, Harry. ’

Snape looked into Harry's eyes and whispered to him, sling the chest bag over Harry with his own hands.

And today, this chest bag comes in handy.

A thumb-sized glass bottle contained bright red potion, and after opening the lid, Harry licked the cap slightly, the little potion stained was enough to damage the muscles of the little finger of his left hand.

Snape's improved ultimate version of the life potion was so powerful that the potion that could kill the flesh and bones of people was not even used for three or five seconds when healing these micro-wounds, the originally swollen and bleeding fingers quickly disappeared, the broken muscles healed, the cracks on the finger bones disappeared, and a cool feeling interacted with a slight heat, whether it was from the inside or outside, there was no sign of injury.

"Vomit~~~Vomit~~~~Vomit ~~~~~~"

Harry had only time to take the cap of the bottle and opened his mouth to vomit two seconds after drinking the potion, and he had no stock in his stomach and was about to vomit out the stomach acid, but he licked it slightly with his tongue, but the terrible and extremely indescribable strange smell filled his entire mouth.

If there's one thing I'm looking for, it's probably ..... Septic tank extract?

And it's also a concentrated serum....

At this moment, Harry finally understood the true meaning of Snape's war potions, and in order to increase the effectiveness of the medicine to the limit, Snape paid for everything but the potion as the price of his promotion.

The terrible smell is enough to be an eternal nightmare for anyone, any creature.

"Forget it!"

Harry, who had shot himself in the head, froze in place for half a second, then stood up in a daze and asked Hagrid in a somewhat erratic voice.

"Hagrid, did I accidentally fall and eat a big mouthful of just now?"

Harry asked Hagrid, pointing to the lump of vomit in front of him.

"Uh.... Well? This.... Oh! ”

Hagrid's face seemed to have changed, the expression on his face changed again and again, and his originally rusty brain seemed to be re-polished and rusted at this moment, and new lubricating oil was applied, and Hagrid's suddenly heightened intellect made Hagrid think about the taste.

"Snape gave you this potion?"

Hagrid gestured to the vial in Harry's hand.

"Ah, yes."

Harry nodded dumbly, and as his eyes fell on the bottle, he wanted to lose it for no reason, the farther away the better.

'How can I think so!' Anyway, this is also a little 100,000 Galleons, something that can save your life if you drink it.... Wait a minute! Help me?! ’

He shook his head vigorously, and the bitterness in his mouth became thicker and thicker, making his somewhat dizzy head sober, "Gan! I can't forget it...."

The unbearable memories that had been erased by him resurfaced, but Harry, who could not vomit, could only barely retch a few times before he spoke weakly to Hagrid.

"There's... Do you have anything to eat, Hagrid, and if you don't change the taste in my mouth, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it anymore. ”

"Centaur herbs work!" Hagrid, who immediately understood what Harry meant, quickly got up, he scooped up a handful of spilled pieces of meat on the ground, picked up a random bunch of branches about the same thickness, and there were still a lot of fiery red charcoal left in the broken campfire, Hagrid threw a small branch into it and blew a few mouthfuls of it, and the bonfire that was lit again began to lick the fat and thin pieces of flesh of the horned camel.

After a while, Hagrid came out of the hut and pulled out a sack filled with fist-sized leaf wraps.

"This is the herb I got from the centaurs, Snape's poison is so horrible that I drank it once, and it feels ....."

Hagrid shook violently, "It's more terrible than being locked up in Azkaban..."

The leaf-wrapped herb and spice wrap was crushed into a delicate powder by Hagrid's hands, and he patiently sprinkled the powder slowly on top of the meat skewers, and in a short time, a wonderful aroma spread, and Harry, who was gnawing on the grass and spitting out the grass to relieve the strange taste in his mouth, took a deep breath.

The strange bitterness in his mouth was still there, but it seemed that the strange smell that lingered on the tip of his nose had dissipated a little at this moment.

Hagrid's barbecue was rough and the meat was not even finished, and the bloody pieces of meat should have tasted fishy and fatty, but with the blessing of this wonderful herb and spice, the fishy smell was swept away, and a fresh grassy aroma against the meat blended everything into the right place.

Receiving the slightly charred skewer with his pilgrimage to his hands, Harry thanked the great Gaia Mother for creating Snape and keeping the centaurs behind.

Harry ate the skewers almost with tears in his eyes, and though the strange smell hadn't completely dissipated, it was barely enough he could bear it.

"If one day, I have to drink this potion.... Do I choose death, or death, or death? ”

The backstab from the godfather's justice really stabbed Harry in the heart.

War potions or something, it's really not for people to drink.