Magical Studies at Hogwarts

As expected, at the end of Potions class, Slughorn once again disappeared in front of Harry immediately.

"It looks like I have to use Felicia."

At dinner, Harry said to Hermione and Ron, ripping through his hair in distress.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Ron urged Harry to take a quick sip to see the effect.

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

"Quick, how does it feel?"

Harry smashed his mouth, but he didn't feel anything.But gradually, he felt that his brain was completely excited, as if he could do anything in the dark.

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

"Now?"

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

As soon as the voice fell, he ran out in a hurry.

"So, Felicity Potion is really that powerful?" Ron's face was full of confusion, he felt that Harry was out of his mind just now.

"That's right, but maybe it's his first time, so the effect is more obvious." Hermione nodded, "But I think, rather than getting luckier, it's better to make the brain more active and make people feel better." Do things you couldn't do before."

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

"maybe……"

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

Saying the password before the fat lady, passing through the aisle, it was Lavender and the pair of Montgomery sisters who came into view.Ron naturally sat next to Lavender, and kissed him as if no one else was there, while Hermione greeted him casually, and then sat on an empty chair beside him.

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

Everyone is no stranger to this, she has been like this this school year, completely immersed in her own world, as if nothing can break this immersion.

Of course, this was only for Hermione herself. Others, especially those whose family members were hurt by Death Eaters just now, felt a little disgusted with her.After Hermione sat down, the Montgomery sisters all spoke in a quieter voice, and quickly found a reason to leave.

"Okay, once again, if one day I need to be clean, I will definitely sit next to you." Lavender just watched Sister Montgomery leave with his front foot, and rolled his eyes at Hermione with his back foot.

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

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

"Oh, Luo Luo..."

Looking at the two bored people in front of her, Hermione frowned unconsciously.As these two people spend more and more time together, even if they have seen enough, they have long been used to it, but they still can't help but feel an inexplicable feeling in their hearts.

A little disgusted and a little angry, I wish I could draw out my wand and hang them together on the top of the tower to be blown by the wind all night.

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

Hagrid was crying tears, but still managed to bear it, and dragged Aragog's body into the deep pit with all his strength.There was a loud noise when the corpse fell to the ground, but Hagrid could no longer control his tears when he heard it. It was Slughorn who waved his wand to seal Aragog's grave.

"All right, Hagrid, all right... let's go in for a drink, you need this..."

They went into Hagrid's hut, and Slughorn opened a bottle of wine he'd brought, pouring both Hagrid and Harry a glass.

"For Aragog!"

"For... Aragog..."

The two drank one glass after another, while Harry listened quietly.Hear Hagrid talk about Aragog's life and tell about his childhood, and listen to Slughorn recall the past and tell the stories of the past.

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

"...that's horrible... I think, you don't remember, Harry..." Slughorn, even after drinking a lot, still felt uncomfortable when talking about this topic, trying to avoid it. this topic.

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

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

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

"Enough, enough...Harry, stop talking..."

Harry didn't listen to her, and told the stories he had heard from Sirius, Lupine, Hagrid, Dumbledore and others, fully instilling that cruel night in a cruel and merciless tone. into Slughorn's ear.

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

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

"But you don't want to help his son! You don't even want to give me a memory!"

"Don't... But, that memory is useless..."

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

Slughorn was silent, quietly watching Hagrid who had already fallen asleep and snoring, without saying a word.Harry didn't speak any more, just stared at him quietly, that's how Felicia Felicia felt to him, let the silence last longer.

After a long time, Slughorn sighed abruptly, slowly drew out his wand, and took out a small empty bottle from his pocket.Looking into Harry's calm eyes, he slowly put the tip of the stick against his temple, pulled out a long strand of silver thread, and carefully put it into the bottle.

Then, hand it to Harry.

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

"Thank you, Professor."

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

Not long after, he fell asleep.