HP Magic Biography

To be honest, this made Harry a little discouraged. In fact, he relied on some experience brought to him by the Half-Blood Prince, while Malfoy really relied on his knowledge of potions to win Slughorn's approval.

Harry had to admit, Malfoy was still funny?

This is probably the biggest contradiction between the two.

The bell rang, and Ernie and Malfoy left the classroom quickly. In fact, Malfoy would feel uncomfortable staying here for more than a minute. Technically speaking, Potions class was Harry's home game.

Since the return of Voldemort, Harry and Dumbledore are naturally another thick thigh, otherwise Dumbledore would not be able to persuade Slughorn to return to Hogwarts to continue teaching.

No one can be alone, unless the salty fish can no longer be salty, and then honestly hide in the United States or other places.

It was better to go, though, and Harry thought it was great now.

Professor! Harry called.

Slughorn glanced over his shoulder instantly. When he was sure it was just him and Harry in the room, he left as fast as he could.

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

Stump yourself what's wrong? But that feeling of ecstasy and self-confidence didn't go away completely, which gave Harry some small comfort.

Disappointed, Harry emptied his cauldron, packed his schoolbag, and left the dungeon and walked slowly upstairs to the common room.

Van Lin, Hermione, and Ron came back later in the afternoon.

Harry, cried Hermione as soon as she emerged from the hole in the portrait, Harry,

I passed!

Good job, Ron? Harry asked. Ron - he didn't seem to pass, said Hermione sheepishly.

When Ron Harbor got into the house, he looked very depressed.

It's just unlucky. It's a trivial matter. The examiner there picked on him and said that he dropped half of his eyebrows...

Anyway, this is also a type of out-of-body. Fan Lin said, However, it's nothing, just pay attention next time.

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

Failure! Harry briefly answered Fan Lin's question. Then, Harry started to comfort Ron again.

No luck, buddy, but you will pass next time, and we can take the exam together.

Yeah, I hope so, said Ron gruffly, only half an eyebrow! That's all!

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

Ron complained about the chief examiner throughout the dinner. To be precise, Ron's apparition mastering was indeed not proficient enough, but it was just a matter of practicing for a period of time.

Back in the common room, Ron looked a little more cheered up, too.

They are still discussing the next issue of Slughorn's memory.

So, Harry - do you want water out of luck or something? asked Ron. Yeah, I hope that's better. I don't think you need to drink them all, you don't need 24 hours of good luck, you can't drink them all. . . . Just a sip. Two or three hours will work.

I tried a few drops today, maybe the dose is a little small, but I have a general understanding of this feeling. Harry said.

Confidence? Fan Lin asked curiously.

Almost, I have some left over, which is enough to solve Slughorn's problem. Although I don't know how to do it, but that kind of... inspiration will definitely appear at that time...

Uh... Fan Lin was a little speechless, he didn't like this kind of unknown feeling, although he often acted on inspiration, such as alchemy...

It felt good taking him, said Ron reminiscently. As if you could do nothing wrong.

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

Yeah, but I thought I had, didn't I? said Ron hopefully. It's pretty much the same.

Probably. Fan Lin shrugged his shoulders, Maybe I can study it, Nicolas Mé must know how to make it.

Nicole May? He hasn't...

Oh, yes. Fan Lin said, I discovered some...interesting things, so Nicolas chose to stay for a while, which is not difficult for him, I doubt it, if Nicolas If May is willing, Nicolas May is fully capable of making a Philosopher's Stone. I heard that the core of Beauxbatons is a Philosopher's Stone made by Nicolas May.

Unbelievable... Ron sighed.

The next step is to surround Slughorn. Now that they are focusing on Slughorn's memory, there is only so much they can do at Hogwarts.

All they saw was Slughorn entering the hall, as if he were going to dine. They hung out in the common room for a while, making plans that once Slughorn returned to the teachers' common room, Harry would go to his office.

When the sun was above the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, they decided to act. Knowing that Neville, Dean and Seamus were in the lounge, the four of them sneaked into the boys' dormitory. Harry took out the curled sock at the bottom of the suitcase, and pulled out a shiny little bottle from it.

Okay, this is it, said Harry, lifting the vial and taking a precise gulp.

How does it feel? Hermione asked quietly.

Harry didn't answer at first. Then, slowly but distinctly, a feeling of good fortune spread through him, that he had done everything—not only had but easy access to Slughorn's memory... He stood up, smiling, full of confidence.

That's great, he said, that's great... I'm going to where Hagrid is.

What? Ron-hyuk and Min asked in disbelief.

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

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

Slughorn is not at Hogwarts Castle. Fan Lin asked.

I don't know, but... Harry paused, I think this time it will go well.

Harry walked to the door confidently, Luck works.

Harry put on the cloak completely and started to go downstairs, Fan Lin and the others followed behind him. At the end of the stairs, Harry went through the door.

What are you doing? Lavender Brown said in surprise. She walked through Harry and watched Fan Lin and the others come out of the boys' dormitory.

As Harry sped across the hall to get away from the crowd, he heard Ron stammering.

Fan Lin and Hermione threw Ron off, and they had to deal with this matter by themselves, but in the blink of an eye, Harry disappeared.

Harry walked forward blindly and confidently, not at all worried that someone would run into him, and walking through the portrait was easy: when he approached, Ginny and Dean came in, and Harry had to get out of the way. But he accidentally bumped into Ginny.

Don't squeeze me, Dean, Ginny said wearily. You're always trying to do that. I'm not ready.

The portrait closed behind Harry, but not before he heard an angry retort...his confidence dwindled, and Harry walked across the castle unconscious. He didn't need to keep his head down because there was hardly anyone in his path, but that didn't surprise him at all.

He was the luckiest guy in the school tonight. Why he thought going to Hagrid's was the right thing to do, he didn't know either. It was as if the potion had given him a hint.

Harry couldn't see the ultimate purpose, couldn't see when Slughorn would intervene. But he knew that was the right way to get the memory. When he got to the front door of the hall, he found that Filch had forgotten to lock it.

Happily, Harry smelled the fresh air and the grass as he opened the door into the dusk. How pleasant it was to go to Hagrid's cabin past the conservatory! It wasn't on the way to the hut, but Harry had a sudden whim to find out, so without hesitation he made his way to the conservatory, which delighted him.

Not too much of a surprise, he found that Professor Slughorn was talking with the professor of herbal medicine. Harry hid behind a low stone wall, listening peacefully to the conversation.

Thank you very much for taking the time to help me, Professor Sputrow, said Slughorn kindly. Most authorities agree that they are most effectively picked at dusk.

I also agree with this point of view. Professor Sputrow 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 have some spares if my students overdose . . . Uh, it was a pleasure to meet you, and once again my deep thanks.

The Herbology Professor headed straight for his greenhouse, while Professor Slughorn headed for where Harry was hiding. Wishing to be seen, Harry took off his cloak and waved it.

Good evening, Professor.

Merlin's beard! Harry, you startled me. Slughorn said, stopping and watching warily. How did you get out of the castle?

I think Mr. Filch forgot to lock the door, said Harry happily. He was also pleased to see Slughorn frowning. I'll report him to the Headmaster. Ask me to say he cares more about rubbish than safety...but why are you out here, Harry?

Well, sir, it's because of Hagrid. Harry realized that the only right thing to do was tell the truth. He's sad...but you won't tell anyone, will you, Professor? I don't want to get him into trouble.

Slughorn's curiosity was visibly piqued. Okay, but I don't promise that, he said gruffly. But I know Dumbledore trusts Hagrid a lot, so I'm sure he won't agree to anything terrible,

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

I've heard rumors of giant spiders there. Is it true? exclaimed Slughorn, much to Slughorn's surprise.

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

Yes, replied Harry, but this... giant spider... it was Hagrid's first one, and he died yesterday, and Hagrid was very sad, and he wanted a companion when he buried it, So I said I'm going.

Wait, said Slughorn blankly, his listless eyes fixed on Hagrid's hut in the distance, but its venom is very valuable... If he just died he shouldn't have been buried... of course if Hagrid is lost, I shouldn't say nothing...but if it's possible to get some...I mean, but it's alive, there's almost no chance of getting venom... Slughorn was more like Talking to myself, not talking to Harry ... it's more of a waste not to collect some... maybe a hundred galleons for a vial... Honestly, I don't get paid much ah……

Now Harry knew exactly what to do.

Then, said Harry, after the most convincing hesitation, well, if you do want to come, Professor, Hagrid will be delighted. Give Alagora a decent send-off, you knew……

Yes, of course, said Slughorn, his eyes flickering like something hidden, I'll tell you, Harry, I'll use a bottle, or two, to subdue Yours, we'll drink the poor beast - not very healthy though - but we'll see him off, he was buried anyway. I'll change my mind, it's good enough for a chance big.

Apparently, Slughorn was very moved, this material was even more difficult to obtain than dragon skins and the like.

Giant spiders are extremely aggressive, and a qualified wizard can barely compete against an adult giant spider. However, no one has ever been able to domesticate this kind of creature that integrates tyranny into its bones. Moreover, giant spiders have always gathered in the same area. Forests, so to speak, count as gregarious?

They were out in force, just like what Harry and the others had experienced before.

No blind wizard would trouble such a creature, not even a lunatic who had devoted himself to the dark wizards.

Boom boom boom!

...Come in, Van Lin, Hagrid called, when he opened the door to see Harry emerge from the Invisibility Cloak and stand before him.

Sorry, Hagrid, Van Lin and Hermione can't come, Ron's Apparation has a problem, and Van Lin needs to solve some tasks assigned by Nicolas, and Hermione, Hermione is assisting him... said Harry hesitantly but, They're really sorry.

It's all right, I've sensed you here, though, Harry... Hagrid let out a loud cry, with a black armband wrapped around his arm, but it looked like a horse Boot rags, and Hagrid's eyes were red and swollen.

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

Where did we bury him? Hagrid asked with red eyes. In the forest? said Hagrid sadly, wiping his wet eyes with his clothes. Aragok is gone, and the other spiders won't let me near 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 painfully, thinking of the last time they had direct contact with the spider swarm. They knew very well that it was Aragog Hagrid who survived.

It must be admitted that Hagrid, as an animal trainer, was extremely successful in every sense.

Harry heard from Fanlin that Hufflepuff's senior, the master who could tame all kinds of magical animals, but Hagrid was no worse than Newt.

It can be said that this is Hagrid's talent, the ability to communicate with magical animals. At least Harry has not understood other animals at all, except for Buckbeak and Hedwig. .

I'll never be able to go to the places I used to know, Hagrid said, waving his hands. It's not easy, bringing his body back, I say, they come in and eat the remains of their companions...but I I want them to give me a complete, formal funeral...

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

Hey, Hagrid, Professor Slughorn is with me, Hagrid.

You didn't get into trouble, did you? Hagrid looked up nervously suddenly. You shouldn't have left the castle at this time. I knew it was my fault.

No, when he heard why I came, he was happy to come with me and say goodbye to Aragog. Harry said firmly. It got a better idea. I think he said he'd better bring some wine, in honor of Aragog...

Would he? said Hagrid, his expression mixed with surprise and emotion.

That's true, oh, he's fine, I haven't done anything with Slughorn before, come in and see old Aragog, well, he'll do it, Aragog will do it.

Still, when Harry saw the dead spider with tangled legs, Harry thought to himself that to Aragog, Slughorn meant nothing more than a lot of fresh goodness.

To Slughorn, Aragog was worth hundreds of Galleons in addition to potion aids.

So... are we going to bury it here, in your yard? Harry looked at Hagrid, a little surprised.

Just walk a little over the pumpkin patch, Hagrid yelled in a nearly choking voice, I've dug a... er, grave, you know, just imagine where we're going to say nice things, You know……

His voice trembled, then stopped, and he blew his nose with his funeral handkerchief when there was a knock at the door. It was Slughorn, wearing a dark black scarf and holding several bottle.

Hagrid, I'm sorry to hear you've lost a friend.

Thank you for your concern, and thank you for not putting Harry in detention. Hagrid said sobbing.

You haven't dreamed of it yet, have you? This is such a sad night, poor life, where is it? Slughorn paused for a brief moment of silence, and then changed the subject and fell on Aragog.

The three of them walked out onto the ground behind, and the moonlight reflected through the trees onto Hagrid's window and fell dimly on Aragog's body, which was lying on the edge of a freshly dug pit, About 1o feet deep.

Slughorn took two steps forward. The 8 eyes on Aragog's head looked at the sky dimly. Under the moonlight, its pincers did not move.

O noble life, said Slughorn.

Not everyone knows that these lives are beautiful, said Hagrid, with big tears streaming from the corners of his wrinkled eyes. I never knew you were interested in such lives, Horace. .”

Interested? Dear Hagrid, I respect them, said Slughorn, walking past Aragog's body. Harry saw the bottle's light flickering under his cloak. But Hagrid was too busy wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes to notice.

Well, now is really not the time to pay attention to this kind of thing, no matter what, Slughorn's remarks did ease Hagrid's mood.

Even Harry wasn't going to believe a single punctuation mark in the nonsense that Slughorn would respect a giant spider.

Then, now, it's time for our friend to rest in the grave. Slughorn said, Hagrid nodded, and walked forward, he lifted Aragog's huge body, and said vaguely He said something clearly, and then threw the corpse into the pit. When the corpse touched the bottom of the pit, there was a loud, dull noise. Hagrid looked at it, and then cried again.

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

Harry figured he must have gotten a good poison from Aragog, and Slughorn walked back from the pit with a smirk of satisfaction on his face, which made Harry a little uncomfortable, but, Nor did he intend to sweep Slughorn's character.

Slughorn said in a slow, impressive tone, Farewell, Aragog, Lord of the Spiders, and though your body will rot, your soul will die when you weave your web Wander the forest, may your descendants prosper, and may your human friends be comforted.

It's...it's really beautiful, Hagrid yelled, falling into a nearby mound, crying harder than ever.

Here, here, said Slughorn, waving his wand to summon the earth to bury Aragog's body, to end this, and now, then, let us go in and have a drink.

Harry supported him on the other side.

Harry, yes, come on Hagrid...

Well done let's go. They helped Hagrid into a chair by the table. Fang, who had been hiding under the basket at the funeral, was now rubbing against their legs and swimming on Hagrid's lap as before.

Slughorn uncorked a bottle of wine he had brought.

I've tested it to see if it's poisonous. Slughorn firmly told Harry that the previous poisoned wine had a great influence on Slughorn.

Of course, Professor, I believe you. Harry said, speaking sincerely, Slughorn seemed very welcome, he poured most of the bottle of wine into Hagrid's bucket-like glass and handed it to Hagrid.

I had a house-elf try every bottle, after that sad thing happened to poor Rupert.

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

The life of the elf is not life?

Harry suddenly remembered Dobby and Kreacher.

Although the elf had many problems, at least, as far as Harry knew, it was only Kreacher. After Fan Lin's narration, Harry was also very moved.

Maybe it's true, Hermione's House Elf Promotion Association is still very reliable, so far, at least Harry has come up with this idea more than once.

Just as Harry was thinking, Slughorn's movements didn't stop.

This is for you... Harry. Slughorn shared the second bottle.

It's mine. All right, said Harry, not against the drink.

Slughorn paused, then raised his glass and said, For Aragog!

Aragok! Hagrid and Harry repeated. Both Hagrid and Slughorn downed it.

Harry, however, being guided by the Lucky Potion, knew he must not drink it, so it merely pretended to take a sip, before returning the cup to the table in front of him.

I hatched him from an egg...you know... said Hagrid sadly. He was very small when he came out, the size of a puppy.

Harry clicked his tongue secretly, a spider the size of a puppy?

If Ron faced it, Ron would definitely go crazy.

Happy! said Slughorn. I used to hide it in a school closet until... well... Hagrid's face darkened, and Harry knew why: Tom Riddle once got Hagrid expelled from Hogwarts and slandered He was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, using things like this to cover up the real Chamber of Secrets, and Harry was able to get there, and now, obviously, a Malfoy was added.

Slughorn didn't seem to want to hear it, though, staring up at the ceiling, where there were brass optics and a long, smooth white head.

Is that a unicorn's hair? Hagrid?

Oh, yes, said Hagrid flatly, from their tails, and they hang from the branches of the Forbidden Forest, you know...

Oh, dear, do you know how much they charge? Slughorn said bitterly, but Hagrid obviously didn't care much.

If an animal gets hurt, I use him for bandages, Hagrid shrugged. They're strong, very strong.

Slughorn took another swig, and his eyes began to scan the room very carefully, Harry knew, to forge something more valuable in order to profit from his wounded friend. .

Indeed, Fan Lin sometimes does the same thing. Whenever he needs to find any biological materials, it is always right to look for Hagrid.

Everything from dragons to all kinds of weird things, it seems that Fan Lin also got a small section of the horn of the poisonous horn from Hagrid.

Mead, pineapples, velvet jackets. He filled up the wine for Hagrid and himself, and asked about the animals that lived in the Forbidden Forest these years and how Hagrid took care of them.

Under the influence of alcohol, Hagrid became talkative. Slughorn, too, flattered Hagrid's explanation and monographed the discussion.

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

Harry hadn't tried getting the Bewitching Potion without saying the spell aloud.

But thinking it couldn't have done it to him tonight was ridiculous: indeed, he smiled to himself while Slughorn and Hagrid didn't pay attention (now that the story had turned to that illegal dragon's egg trade) up).

He pointed his wand from under the table at the empty glass, and it was filled again.

Almost an hour later, Slughorn and Hagrid began toasting everyone: Hogwarts, Dumbledore, the elf-made wine, and…

Harry Potter! Hagrid yelled. Wine spilled from his chin.

Yes, that's true, Slughorn called hoarsely. The Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One—ok—that sort of thing, he muttered, drinking took his drink.

This made Harry a little speechless, but what else could he do?

He was smiling on the surface, and it had to be admitted that Harry regretted that he hadn't drunk anymore, because it was difficult for Harry to blend into the atmosphere of Slughorn and Hagrid when he was sober, and now he could only sit aside and giggle.

It was clear that this was not the time, as the Lucky Potion had hinted to Harry in the dark.

Not long after, Hagrid started crying again. During this period, Slughorn also successfully seduced Hagrid. Hagrid gave Professor Slughorn the entire unicorn tail hair.

Slughorn pocketed it weeping. To Friendship! To Tolerance! To Ten Galleons!

After a while, Hagrid and Slughorn were sitting together, with their arms around each other, singing a sad song about a dead wizard named Odo in slow tones.

It still felt like that, and gradually, Hagrid stopped crying too.

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

Ah, the benefit of dying young, exclaimed Hagrid, whose gaze fell to the table and squinted at Harry while Slughorn was still singing the repeated passage, my papa didn't have enough Time to...not be like your parents, Harry.

As he said, big tears leaked from the corners of Hagrid's wrinkled eyes again. He grabbed Harry's arm and shook it vigorously.

I never knew the best wizard of my time, . . . it was a terrible thing. Odo was a hero, and bored people brought him home, to the place he knew from childhood. Slughorn lamented singing. They tricked odo to go in and rest with his hat on. Sadly his wand broke in two.

Hmm... this song probably calls for the tragic life of this unknown wizard.

hero?

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

Remembered by success, great by death.

Most of them are like this, and there are many guys who have become extremely dazzling because of failure. It must be admitted that sometimes, this kind of thing can become very nonsense and complicated.

Horrible... muttered Hagrid, rolling his hairy head to one side, and fell asleep on Harry's arm, snoring loudly.

I'm sorry, Slughorn hiccupped, I can't sing anymore to keep me alive.

Hagrid isn't saying you can't sing well, he's talking about my dead parents. Harry said understandingly.

Oh, Slughorn burped again, oh dear, yes that's actually... oh... that's actually pretty scary... pretty scary...

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

I don't... oh... I don't think you remember that, do you, Harry? Slughorn asked awkwardly.

No... oh well, I'm their only son. Harry stared at the light of the candle over Hagrid's snoring, but I know what happened after that, my father died first, you know that something?

I... oh... I don't know, Slughorn said in a quiet tone.

The scene suddenly became a little solemn, to be exact, very dignified.

With regard to Harry's parents, in Slughorn's eyes, it is estimated that the only value is that they gave birth to Harry.

No one knew whether it was true that Slughorn loved Lily, at least, he was not bad to Harry.

A somewhat snobby old man?

A wizard full of eccentricities.

Or, a wise man, at least in terms of potions, Slughorn's achievements are not comparable to any master. As the former head of Slytherin, a guy who can stand out in Hogwarts and even the magic world must Respect still needs to be maintained.

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