I, Hogwarts Second Week

Afterwards, he and Owen went to the auditorium.

There is no rush to use the elixir now, as there is still some time before the funeral.

The effect of Fuling Elixir is only three hours.

The auditorium was full of little wizards. Most of them had just finished their exams and were congratulating each other.

Not surprisingly, Hermione passed the exam successfully.

Her performance was impeccable, and from now on, she could legally apparate.

Ron also passed the exam perfectly, even though he was a little worried before.

The same goes for Hannah and Justin, not to mention Coyatl.

It was rare for a young wizard to fail the exam.

Almost everyone passed.

An hour before dinner, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Harry drank the Felixir.

"How do you feel?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry didn't answer for a moment. He felt like he had drank something very sweet. Then, slowly but surely, an extremely exciting feeling flowed through his body, as if there were infinite opportunities. He felt that he could do anything. Everything...

Obtaining memories from Slughorn suddenly seemed not only possible, but downright easy...

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful," he said with a smile. "This feeling is indescribable. I have never felt like this before."

"Okay, I see."

I wonder if it's Ron.

Hermione, Coatelle, Hannah and Justin, anyone who sees Harry now will be attracted by his confident demeanor.

Everyone could clearly feel the aura of luck on him.

"What to do now?" Hermione asked.

"Well, let's go back to the common room first." Harry thought for a moment and said.

"Shouldn't we go to Slughorn first? Tell him about the funeral?"

"I don't know." Harry stood up and walked outside. "I always thought it would be good for me to go back to the common room first."

With that, Harry quickly disappeared out of the hall.

On the other side, Hermione looked at Owen.

"Maybe you need a little luck too?" she said.

"I didn't agree."

"I know, maybe you should go there after dinner. There will be fewer people there." The little witch completely ignored what Owen said.

"Why does it have to be me, can't you do it yourself? I'll give you a hair, go ahead!"

"It takes more than twenty days to brew Polyjuice Potion," Hermione said. "Do you think we have more than twenty days?"

"Why not more than twenty days?" Owen muttered, but Miss Granger's sharp eyes made him know that he would definitely not be able to escape.

Fine!

Isn’t it just women’s clothing?

It’s not like I’ve never dressed up as a woman before!

Owen took the risk. He glanced at Hermione and warned her, "Don't follow me."

"Of course, no problem!" Hermione said happily.

As Owen left, the other little wizards all turned their attention to Hermione.

"I heard Polyjuice Potion. What conspiracy are you planning?" Ron stared at Hermione with burning eyes.

"I know, Susan told me, you are planning to let Owen pretend to be that person, right." Ginny said with bright eyes, "Does that mean he wants to change his 'clothes'?"

"Hey! I guarantee there will be a lot of people who want to take a peek."

"Ginny!" Hermione raised her voice with a straight face.

"Uh - okay, just kidding." Ginny waved her hand and said, "Someone in the school is secretly brewing Polyjuice Potion. This is really not good news."

Hearing this, Ron said disapprovingly, "It's not poison, it's just polyjuice."

"What do you know?" Ginny said, "Polyjuice Potion is not a Disillusionment Charm. It completely transforms your body into another person. What if a boy uses it to do bad things?"

"Bad thing?" Ron glanced at Coyatel, "Breaked into the girls' dormitory?"

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"Ron." Ginny said speechlessly, "You are hopeless."

"What can't be saved? Tell me clearly." Ron frowned, confusion written all over his face.

"What would you do if you were like her?" Ginny said, pointing at Coyote. "That's worse than the Daydream Spell Fred and George bought."

Ultimately, the daydream spell is limited to the caster's imagination. He has never seen it, so naturally he cannot imagine it, or he may have imagined it wrongly.

But Polyjuice Potion is different. It really transforms a person into a completely different person.

Who knows what some pervert would use it for.

"Uh-" Ron looked embarrassed. He probably knew what Ginny was worried about.

Immediately he put on a serious expression and said, "Yes, this is too bad. We have to catch the impostor immediately."

Just kidding, there are a lot of beautiful girls in the castle. But to say that the most beautiful one, besides that guy Irving, is Coyatel.

Although Hermione, Parvati Patil, and Luna were all good, in terms of probability, the pervert was obviously more likely to choose Coatl.

Ginny rolled her eyes at Ron, "You know you're anxious at this time."

"Polyjuice potion, I know this magic potion." At this time, Koyatel suddenly said, "I am more curious about how that person obtained Owen's body tissue."

The polyjuice potion must add the target's body tissue, which can be blood, hair, or fingernails.

Apart from people around you, such as those in the same dormitory, it should be difficult for others to get these things.

"You have to ask Justin and Ernie about this." Ginny said, "They have the best chance of sharing a dormitory with Ernie."

"They don't dare." Koyatel said concisely. The scarlet eyes were full of indifference.

"Who knows? Hermione combs his hair all day long. It's normal for others to pick up a few strands in the Great Hall or the Room of Requirement." Ron said nonchalantly.

"Huh?" Hermione squinted her eyes, and a dangerous breath flowed out, "Are you trying to say that I am the culprit? Ron."

"I didn't." Ron leaned back.

"It's just a possibility."

"Hmph -" the little witch snorted softly, then picked up the textbook at hand. Get up and leave.

She promised Owen she wouldn't follow.

But I didn't promise that I couldn't arrive early and wait.

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the other side.

On the way to the bathroom on the third floor, Owen also drank a quarter of the elixir.

For a moment, the feeling as if he had been kissed by the goddess of luck suddenly surged into his heart.

Countless mixed emotions surged in his mind.

There seemed to be countless slender threads in front of him, and he knew that pulling on that thread would help him achieve his goal.

He quickly put on Hermione's clothes and pulled off the hair tie that bound his braids. His long silver hair fell down like a galaxy, and the dim lights shone on his face, giving him a layer of warmth. filter. It was like an ancient goddess descending to earth, leaving behind a trail of fragrance and memories of countless people, and disappeared in the aisle.

Owen stepped into Myrtle's bathroom.

Then we came to the innermost compartment.

He didn't say anything, as if his body was controlled by someone, he took out a lot of equipment for brewing potions from the pocket on his waist.

Then he lit the cauldron and began to pretend to brew the potion.

In fact, even Owen himself didn't know what kind of potion he was brewing. He seemed to be just repeating the behavior he had guessed the person would do when he and Hermione came here before.

The flames burned the copper crucible, and soon the water began to boil.

And it makes a "gurgling" sound.

At this moment, a rustling sobbing sound came from behind Owen.

A transparent ghost emerged from the toilet. It fell lightly from the air into the compartment where he was.

"Hello, but you haven't been here for several days." Myrtle said, "Are you like those nasty boys?"

"I'm in trouble." Lucky controlled Owen's mouth to say these words.

"Really?" Myrtle's crying stopped immediately after he said this. "Yes, you will definitely run into trouble. What? Is it a problem with the potion? Are the materials still enough?"

"Barely," Owen said.

"Oh, that's okay." Myrtle said in a relaxed tone, "I can help you keep an eye on Snape. You can sneak in quietly like before and no one will notice. Of course you avoid Peeves. That’s it.”

"He didn't dare to be arrogant in front of me." Irving said. "Peeves will hide when he sees me."

"Hey! It only hides when it sees Owen. You can't keep pretending to be him. It seems that you brewed many doses of Polyjuice Potion this time? Is it sufficient?"

"fine."

"Oh - then you can try it. Breaking into the principal's office. Dumbledore is not in the castle tonight, and he will not come back until tomorrow morning. I heard from Nick that the Minister of Magic is going to have some talks with him. Anyway, It’s been three times this month.”

"Minister of Magic?" Owen was slightly startled when he heard this. He didn't know what to say at all, but luck had already told him, "Is it Scrimgeour?"

"It seems not," said Myrtle. "It seems to be another name."

"Oh, thank you-" Owen stood up and pushed open the compartment door. "Thank you for telling me this."

"If you can come here often, you will really thank me."

"I will," Owen said, and then quickly disappeared into the corridor.

the other side.

Outside the castle, in front of Hagrid's door, Harry knocked on the door.

"You're here." Hagrid opened the door and saw Harry lifting the invisibility cloak and appearing in front of him, he said hoarsely.

"Yeah - Ron and Hermione can't come, they're sorry."

"No - it doesn't matter, but he'll be moved if you come, Harry."

Hagrid sobbed loudly. He made himself a black sleeve, which seemed to be made of rag strips dipped in shoe polish. His eyes were red and swollen, and Harry patted his arm reassuringly, which was as high as he could reach without effort.

"Where to bury it? In the woods?"

"God, no," Hagrid said, wiping his tears with his shirt. "As soon as Aragog died, the other spiders stopped letting me near their webs. It seemed like they didn't eat me just because of his orders. Yesterday, I went there rashly and was warned by them. This angered Bakar, who burned down half of the Acromantula's nest in a fire attack. Now he may not even care about Aragog's orders. Used. Anyway, let’s not enter the Forbidden Forest.”

"Oh, really?" Harry felt secretly happy in his heart.

Looking sideways, he saw the silver opal-eyed dragon lying in the simple nest Hagrid had made for it in his hut, right next to the fireplace.

When he looked at it, the dragon seemed to understand. It opened its eyes, glanced at Harry, and then closed them again.

Harry waved towards Bakar.

"Acromantula usually eats the corpses of their own kind. It was with the help of Buckler that I took away Aragog's body. I wanted to give it a decent funeral."

He sobbed again. Harry reached out and patted his arm. Luckily, he did so. "Hagrid, I just ran into Professor Slughorn on the road. He was talking about herbs with Professor Sprout. After hearing about Aragog, he hoped to come to the funeral."

"Really?" Hagrid was surprised and touched. "That's a really good guy. Not only did he not report you, but he also came to give Aragog a proper funeral. I don't have much friendship with Slughorn. When we were in school, he looked down on me, but he's here to see Aragog off? Well, it will like it, Aragog..."

"Hagrid, you haven't told me where you plan to bury it? Not in your garden, right?"

"No, I want to bury it behind the pumpkin patch." Hagrid choked, "I have dug the grave, I am ready, but I think we should say something, something beautiful, nostalgic, something that will make it leave peacefully..."

His voice trembled and interrupted, and there was a knock on the door.

He turned to open the door, blowing his nose with a spotted handkerchief.

Slughorn hurried in, holding a few bottles of wine in his arms and wearing a black scarf around his neck.

"Hagrid!" he said in a low and solemn tone, "I'm very sad."

"You're so kind, Professor!" Hagrid said, "Thank you very much, and thank you for not caring about Harry's detention..."

"I never thought of this in my dreams." Slughorn said, "Sad night, sad night, I suddenly remembered that Aragog should be the spider you kept when you were still in Hogwarts? So many years have passed in the blink of an eye, alas, where is that poor animal?"

"Outside." Hagrid said in a trembling voice, "Shall we start now?"

Slughorn nodded, and the five of them walked into the back garden.

There was still some cold evening breeze blowing slowly, and the moon emitted a bleak light between the trees, mixed with the light from Hagrid's window, illuminating Aragog's body lying on the edge of a large pit, next to a pile of new soil ten feet high.

Slughorn followed Hagrid to the spider's head and looked at it carefully at a close distance.

The eight milky white eyes on it stared blankly at the sky, and the two curved claws were motionless in the moonlight, which was frightening.

"This must be Aragog, so beautiful." Slughorn said, bending down in front of the claws, as if to examine the hairy head.

"Not everyone can appreciate its beauty, but for those who understand them, Aragog's attraction is infinite." Hagrid said affectionately to Slughorn's back, tears flowing from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

"Hagrid." Slughorn said, "I don't want to disrespect your partner, but the venom of the Acromantula is extremely rare. Can you let me take one or two tubes? Of course, it's purely for academic research."

"Oh, it won't be used anyway, right?" Hagrid said, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you." Slughorn took out the ampoule from his pocket.

On the side, Harry also walked over. Of course, he remembered Owen's request and took about half a gallon of venom.

After doing all this, Slughorn and Harry returned to Hagrid's side.

"Will you allow me to say a few words?" He patted Hagrid's elbow and said.

"Of course."

Then, Slughorn said in a slow, manorial tone, "Farewell, Aragog, you are the king of spiders, your body may rot, but your spirit will live forever, may your human friends be comforted in the grief of losing you."

"So... so beautiful!" Hagrid howled, fell on the dung heap, and cried even harder.

"Okay, okay." Slughorn said, waving his wand, and the pile of soil rose up, pressing dully on the dead spider, forming a smooth mound, "Let's go in and have a drink, hold his side, Harry, by the way. Get up, Hagrid. OK."

The shadows under the moon stretched under the feet of several people, and the silver light outlined their figures in the dark.

The cool wind blew, and there was a rustling sound from the Forbidden Forest. The branches and leaves danced in the wind.

Even the silver light jumped up.

Owen crossed the corner of the corridor.

Leaving a silver fluorescence in the darkness.

Not long after, he came to the entrance of the principal's office.

At this time, he had taken off Miss Granger's clothes and changed into his own.

At the entrance, the gargoyles automatically jumped to the side after Owen approached, and the wall behind him split in half, and a spiral staircase slowly ascended appeared.

He had been recognized by the principal's office and no longer needed a password to enter.

Jumping up the spiral staircase and pushing open the oak door, Owen soon came to the spacious and beautiful round room.

"Sure enough, no one."

He simply glanced at both sides and did not see Dumbledore's figure, not even the phoenix Fawkes.

Most of the portraits of the principals on the wall were sleeping with their eyes closed, and only a few noticed him.

"It's so late, Owen. What are you doing here?" The one who spoke was the portrait placed on the upper right, near the dome, Principal Dexter.

"I'll wait for the rabbit." Owen didn't explain much, but squatted in a dark corner and cast a disillusionment spell on himself.

"Wait for the rabbit?" Principal Dexter smiled playfully, but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep like other principals.

Owen didn't know whether the fake guy would come tonight.

But luck told him that he should do this.

Then there was a long wait.

Owen felt that at least an hour had passed.

He guessed that Harry had even obtained Slughorn's memory and was returning to Hogwarts.

If no one came, the effect of the Felixir would disappear.