Magical Studies at Hogwarts

As expected, at the end of Potions class, Slughorn disappeared in front of Harry for the first time again.

"It looks like I have to use the Felixir."

During dinner, Harry ruffled his hair in distress and said to Hermione and Ron.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Ron urged Harry to take a sip and see what the effect would be.

Harry was convinced. He carefully looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, and quickly opened the bottle cap and took a sip.

"Quick, what does it feel like?"

Harry kept smacking his mouth, feeling nothing. But gradually, he felt that his brain was completely excited, and it seemed that he could do anything.

"Great! Great! I'm going out now to Hagrid's place!"

"Now?"

"Okay, Hagrid, okay... let's go in and have a drink, you need this..."

Hagrid had already burst into tears, but he still tried to hold it back and dragged Aragog's body into the pit. The body made a loud noise when it fell to the ground, but Hagrid could no longer control his tears after hearing this.

, or Slughorn waved his wand to seal Aragog's tomb.

Of course, this was only for Hermione herself. Others, especially those whose family members had just been harmed by Death Eaters, were a little disgusted with her. After Hermione sat down, the Montgomery sisters spoke softer.

And he quickly found a reason to leave.

"Don't...but that memory is useless..."

Looking at the two bored people in front of her, Hermione frowned unconsciously. As the two people spent more and more time together, even if they had seen enough, they had already become accustomed to it, but they still felt...

I couldn't help but have an inexplicable feeling.

"That's true, but maybe it's his first time, so the effect is more obvious." Hermione nodded, "But I think that instead of becoming luckier, it's more about making the brain more active and making people more happy.

Do things you couldn’t do before.”

Harry did not listen to her words, and kept telling the stories he had heard from Sirius, Lupin, Hagrid, Dumbledore and others, fully instilling the cruel night in a cold and ruthless tone.

into Slughorn's ears.

Everyone is not surprised by this. She has been like this this school year, completely immersed in her own world, as if nothing can break this immersion.

"For...Aragog..."

"Maybe..."

"It works! I need it, and Dumbledore needs it too!" Harry pressed forward step by step, "I have to kill him, I need that memory!"

"Yes, yes, I know, we have lived in the same dormitory for six years." Lavender responded angrily, and then turned his attention to Ron.

"...You like her, right? She is your favorite student?"

"Voldemort killed him, then stepped over my father's body and killed my mother." Harry's eyes were fixed on Slughorn, but he spoke words that made his body tremble uncontrollably.

"Yes, but I'm sorry, I just need to go alone!" Harry stood up suddenly, with a confident smile on his face, "Of course, before that, I have to go back to the dormitory and get my invisibility

Clothes!"

After speaking the password in front of the Fat Lady, he walked through the passage, and what came into view was Lavender and the Montgomery sisters. Ron naturally sat next to Lavender and kissed her as if no one was watching, while Hermione

He said hello casually and sat on an empty chair nearby.

They entered Hagrid's hut, and Slughorn opened a bottle of wine he had brought and poured a glass for both Hagrid and Harry.

"Oh, Luo Luo..."

The two sat at the Gryffindor table for a while longer, and then walked to the common room together.

Almost at the same time, Slughorn, Hagrid and Harry all stood in front of Aragog's huge corpse, next to a large pit.

"So, is the Elixir really that effective?" Ron looked confused. He felt that Harry was going crazy just now.

They drank more and more, and gradually, both of them became drunk, and the conversation somehow turned to decades ago, to Harry's parents.

Slughorn fell silent, looking at Hagrid who had already fallen asleep and snoring, without saying a word. Harry didn't speak anymore, just stared at him quietly, the feeling that the Felixir gave him was

In this way, let this silence last longer.

"Well, once again, if one day I need to clean up, I will definitely sit next to you." Lavender just watched the Montgomery sisters leave with her front foot, and rolled her eyes at Hermione.

"I...I don't know..."

"...It's terrible...I think you don't remember, Harry..." When talking about this topic, even after drinking a lot of wine, Slughorn still felt uncomfortable and wanted to avoid it.

this topic.

"I don't remember. I was only one year old when they died. But I learned a lot later...you know, Professor?" Harry followed his own feelings and replied softly along with the topic.

"For Aragog!"

The two drank one cup after another, while Harry listened quietly. Listening to Hagrid talking about Aragog's life and what happened when he was a child, and listening to Slughorn recalling and talking about the past.

story.

"They feel uncomfortable, but I don't feel anything at all." Hermione tilted her head slightly and looked at Lavender and replied.

"That's enough, that's enough... Harry, stop talking..."

After a long time, Slughorn sighed suddenly, slowly took out his wand, and then took out a small empty bottle from his pocket. He looked into Harry's calm eyes and slowly touched the tip of the wand.

He put it against his temple, pulled out a long silver thread, and carefully put it into the bottle.

"But... there is also luck in it, right?"

I felt a little disgusted and a little angry, and I wanted to pull out my magic wand and hang them together on the top of the tower to be blown by the wind all night.

"Like it? Yes, who doesn't like it..."

With a wave of her hand, a thick book suddenly appeared in her hand.

"But you are unwilling to help his son! You are not even willing to give me a memory!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurried out.

Then, handed it to Harry.

"You're a good boy, Harry... you have eyes like hers..."

"Thank you, Professor."

Harry took the bottle and carefully put it into his pocket. Slughorn looked into his eyes quietly for a while, but finally couldn't bear the heavy drunkenness and leaned back, closing his eyes.

Not long after, he fell asleep.