days at Hogwarts

Chapter 695 Easter is coming

Nine p.m.

The funeral ended with a turbulent eulogy.

"Aragog...Aragog..."

A whimpering, vague murmur came out of the half-blood giant's throat, with a heavy nasal tone.

When the mud covered the last exposed limb of Aragog, Hagrid let out a grief-stricken howl and then fell to the ground on the pile of earth beside him in tears.

"Hagrid!"

Hermione screamed, and Loren and others rushed over and helped him into the house with difficulty, and sat him down on a chair. The hound Fang Ya walked over quietly without saying a word and put his head on the upper of his master's shoe.

Harry started to get busy as soon as he entered the room. He quickly lit the fire and placed the kettle full of water on the stove. The warm firelight immediately dispelled the humid air in the forest at night.

Loren glanced at the diligent Harry, and said to Slughorn who came in later, "Professor, the lights will be turned off soon. We can't all stay. We are worried about Harry taking care of Hagrid alone. Can you help look after him?"

Harry gave him a grateful look.

"no problem!"

Slughorn answered cheerfully, his eyes unconsciously looking towards the roof, where a few sets of rare furs, a few copper kettles made by centaurs, and a few bundles of smooth and shiny unicorn hair were randomly hung. With just a cursory glance, his excellent vision and extraordinary insight quickly assessed the value of those things, at least several thousand Galleons.

When Slughorn opened his eyes wide and looked at Hagrid again, he seemed to feel the huge gap in financial resources between the two sides, even greater than he had expected.

Having sold a batch of Fuling drugs some time ago, he is not short of Gallons now, but the way many precious materials are casually placed gives him a sense of shock, as if a middle-class person is seeing a nouveau riche.

"Then let's go back first." Loren pulled Hermione away.

Ron looked at Harry who was washing the cups, then looked at Slughorn, scratched his head, and finally turned and walked out.

The forbidden forest was eerie at night, as if there were many hidden eyes peeping from behind the bushes. Ron shivered in the cold wind, and felt inexplicably panicked. Thinking of the eight-eyed giant spider he had just buried, his panic gradually escalated into fear. He quickly quickened his pace, trying to catch up with the two friends who had left earlier.

But in just a minute or two, he could no longer see Loren and Hermione. The path leading to the castle's entrance hall was empty, and the dim candlelight flickered in the night.

"hiss……"

Ron took a deep breath and couldn't help but start running.

After he ran a distance, Loren, who was picking pumpkins in the vegetable garden, turned out from behind the fence, blinked, looked at the panicked figure running faster and faster, and asked the girl beside him, "Why is he running so fast?"

Looking at his hands full of fresh mud, Hermione sighed with a helpless expression.

……

It was one in the morning. The portraits and ghosts of Hogwarts had fallen asleep, and the entire castle was silent.

With Hagrid's unintentional help, Harry got Slughorn drunk and successfully extracted information about the Horcruxes from him. He then immediately returned to the castle to find Dumbledore.

The memory scene reflected in the Pensieve was very clear. At that time, Tom Riddle had already put on the Gaunt family ring, proving that he had murdered the Riddle family and framed Morfin Gaunt, officially becoming Voldemort...

Harry also knew that Voldemort planned to split the soul into seven parts, and the Horcrux should have six parts. The memory was real, and Slughorn did not lie to him, because Dumbledore took out another memory for comparison.

I got that memory last semester!
When Harry heard the news, his mind seemed to be bombarded by some powerful spell. The effects of the Felicity Potion were broken, his cheerful and confident mental state was shattered, and his sanity returned to normal. He slowly reacted and realized that something was wrong.

No wonder Slughorn told him to talk to Dumbledore when he first tried to retrieve his memories during the Christmas holidays!

No wonder Loren asked him to think clearly whether his goal was to extract memories or to obtain information about Horcruxes before he was about to use the Felicis!
No wonder the Felicis kept reminding him of Loren!
These bad guys had known about this for a long time, and even though they had hinted it to him in subtle ways, Harry still felt that they were just waiting to laugh at him.

"hateful!"

Harry was now standing in front of the portrait hole, giving commands to the Fat Lady, who could barely open her eyes, and then walking towards the dormitory while enduring the Fat Lady's scolding, cursing in his heart.

I walked into the dormitory unconsciously lightening my steps. Neville's breathing was slow and even. Seamus was sleeping crookedly on the four-poster bed. Ron was curled up in the quilt, leaving only a gap for breathing. I turned to look at Loren's bed, and he was also sleeping soundly.

"Ugh……"

He finished washing up as quietly as possible, which took him about ten minutes. Harry changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, staring at the black curtains above his head, blinking his eyes again and again, wanting to fall asleep and meet his mother as usual, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Harry tried to relax his body and feel sleepy, his experiences of the day came to his mind. Perhaps he had received too much stimulation during the day, and combing his hair before going to bed made him more energetic.

He sighed, took out the book "Advanced Potion Making" from the bedside, curled up in the quilt, and began to read it under the fluorescent light of the illumination spell.

Unlike Snape's previous repressive education, Harry received positive feedback from Slughorn. He listened to the lectures carefully, completed his homework carefully, and enjoyed the professor's praise. After more than half a year, he even developed a genuine interest in potions and could understand some of the advanced content.

"In fact, from ancient times to the present, physics without metaphysical insight is as unsatisfying as metaphysics without physical expression..."

Harry read this passage silently in his mind, then skipped the content about the principles of potions and turned to the back to read the evil curse invented by the Half-Blood Prince.

Spells are a highly practical content that doesn't have any twists and turns, and are much more pleasing to the eye. Harry happily imagined using these evil spells on Snape, Fudge, and Voldemort...

Thinking of Voldemort, information about Horcruxes naturally emerged in my mind. According to the memory content I saw tonight, five of the six Horcruxes in total have been destroyed. What is the remaining one?
Why did Helpo invent such a tricky black magic?

Why is the Hogwarts Library still preserved?
Harry's eyelids slowly drooped as his chaotic thoughts and he felt sleepy. In a trance, he saw a blob of ink flowing and gradually expanding on the blank space of the leaves, spelling out a line of clear questions:

Want to revive your mother?

(End of this chapter)