Chapter 891 The Taste Will Be Better
In the stands, Harry and Sirius walked slowly along with the crowd, and the godson and godfather excitedly talked about the just-concluded game——Harry's family situation and Sirius' relationship situation made his two pairs of commentators completely immune to the last question.
Suddenly Harry stopped in his tracks, still talking about how James dealt with Slytherin's treacherous methods back then. Sirius bumped into Harry's shoulder, and he followed Harry's gaze. Professor Horace Slughorn returning from the stadium in a square hat.
Slughorn had been avoiding Harry before, but today he came face to face with them. He paused, pondered for a while, then took out his hand in his trouser pocket, and said intentionally, "Oh Oh my God, I forgot something." After speaking, he hurriedly turned around and returned to the stands without looking back.
"It might be picked up by others, it seems that he is out of luck." Sirius stared at Slughorn's back and moved slightly closer to Harry.
Slughorn, Harry's eye follower, shook his head, "Luck..." He thought of Dumbledore's suggestion before, "Sirius, I'm sorry, I won't have dinner with you, I have to borrow one from Hermione." Do something with something." After speaking, Harry trotted away without waiting for his godfather to respond.
On the high stand where Harris was, Hermione was saying goodbye to the Harris family. Morgan Le Fay said to Daisy and Tonks in an excited and curious voice, "I'm going to talk about Luna when I go back." Ask Owen, if his mother is still alive, who would he save if I fell into the water with his mother at the same time..."
"..." Hermione was a little speechless. She mourned for Mr. Owen Harris who was about to be hit hard by this question—but thinking of Owen's character, he would probably say to save Morgan Le Fay without hesitation in this situation...
At this moment, when the crowd saw Harry coming, they mistakenly thought that Harry was also here to say goodbye to them. Morgan Le Fay embraced Harry warmly. After an extra exchange of pleasantries, Morgan Le Fay, who was about to leave, glanced around and found that Penello and Allen were both missing. She had some guesses about the whereabouts of the two, but it was not good in front of Hermione. What to say, I just thought that the little girl Patricia met the teacher who left her here like this, and Morgan Le Fay, who felt that she was even more pitiful, told the wolf mother: "You will take Patricia later. Come and have a meal with her mother at home."
"Yes, ma'am," Mother Wolf answered, holding Patricia's hand.
Morgan Le Fay stroked Patricia's soft hair again, lowered his head and said softly, "Our house is different from the current Quidditch pitch. You and Mother Wolf should go back and bring your mother over together."
After speaking, Morgan Le Fay left Hogwarts with the support of Albert and the others.
"Hermione," Harry finally seized the opportunity to get close to Hermione seeing everyone leaving, "I think I need enough luck. Hermione, lend me some of the bottle of Felicia that Slughorn rewarded you ?”
"Harry, you can't use Felix Elixir indiscriminately!" Hermione frowned, looked directly at Harry, and pursed her lips in disapproval.
"I will never use it indiscriminately, you know, about Dumbledore's mission." Harry whispered quickly with some anxiety, whispering the matter that Slughorn just saw him again and made an excuse to leave said.
At this time, two owls flew over, they flew to Hermione and Harry, stretched out their left legs. Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, and unwound the little scroll of parchment tied around the owl's leg.
Harry didn't rush to open the parchment, he looked eagerly at Hermione, hoping for an answer.
"Okay, okay..." Hermione took out the bottle of Felix Felicia from her pocket, and handed it to her friend: "Drinking it can make people lucky for twelve hours, I don't think you need to drink too much." How much, a few hours matter, then one or two sips is enough, otherwise overdose later, it will lead to dizziness, recklessness and arrogance...Harry, this feeling may be wonderful, but don't become dependent on it."
"Thank you Hermione.
"Harry lifted the vial, took a pinch and took a sip.
"How does it feel?" Hermione asked in a low voice. Hermione, who had never drunk such a thing herself, was quite curious about this potion.
Harry didn't answer for a while, he didn't feel any difference, and then, slowly but surely, an extremely exhilarating feeling flowed through his body, as if there were infinite opportunities, and the brief illusion of omniscience and omnipotence made him He felt he could do anything, everything... Getting a memory from Slughorn suddenly seemed not only possible, but easy...
"Great...I feel so good!" Harry straightened his back with a completely different smile full of confidence than usual, and returned the remaining Felix Elixir to He who felt that his friend's expression had become strange. Min, and opened the little scroll of parchment.
When Harry opened it, he saw that the parchment was covered with messy and scrawled writing, and there were also large blobs of ink on the paper, which were difficult to read.
Dear Harry:
My friend Aragog died and Alan helped me bring him back. I told you how special he was, and it would mean a lot to me if you could come to my funeral for him. I planned to have the funeral at dusk, his favorite time of day. I know you will be delayed after all this is done, but Alan is also here, and he can send you back later to avoid Filch's harassment. I didn't want to make this request, but I couldn't face it alone.
Hagrid
"I'm going to pass right now, Hagrid must be very sad." Hermione also stared at the ink stains on the parchment of her own, obviously there had been big drops of tears falling on the parchment, "I knew Harry you Time to attend Aragog's funeral and drink Felicia tomorrow... Remember, Professor Slughorn usually had an early dinner, then took a walk, and then returned to his own office. "
"Yes!" Harry nodded with that confident smile, and then he said to Hermione in a firm tone, "I'm going to Hagen's too, now."
"What? No! Harry, you have to go to Professor Slughorn! You just took Felicia!"
"Hermione, I know, but..." Harry paused, as if trying to organize his words to explain the reason to Hermione, but in the end he gave up and just described his feelings, "But I think it must be good to go to Hagrid !I feel…I feel like this is where to go right now, know what I mean?"
"No... Is this what Felicia made you think?" Hermione shook her head in a daze.
"Trust me, let's go, I know what I'm doing...or as you say, Felicia does."
Severus Snape's office, although he is no longer the Potions professor this year, his office is still in the cold basement - Slughorn chose a better accommodation,
In front of the storage cabinet full of weird glass jars, Snape put the several potion ingredients requested by Allen in front of him into different sackcloth pockets one by one, at this moment Professor Snape's lips He closed it tightly as if suppressing his anger, his face was very gloomy under his long black and greasy hair, he looked down at the last medicinal herb in his hand from his hooked nose, and threw it into the bag: "Qi gone."
"Professor Snape, you have really helped me a lot... But please allow me to leave first." Alan maintained a serious expression on the surface, as if he really wanted these medicinal materials to make a potion. For this reason, he deliberately added some unnecessary ingredients for the mutton stew—but today's Professor Snape was surprisingly cooperative, and he didn't use his aggressive voice to taunt.
"Please wait, Professor Harris..."
Hearing the other party's voice, Allen turned around, and Snape's withered and thin face was a little stiff, "Let Potter live...you promised."
"Different from the many promises Dumbledore made to you before and their actual results, I will naturally try my best to keep the promises I made." Allen thought that Snape was for the Resurrection Stone, but he didn't expect that he was still using himself The way to care for the children of the beloved woman.
Snape stared into Alan's eyes for a while, as if judging the authenticity of his tone, and then fumbled in the bag on his belt in his robe, making a sound of cloth rubbing against it.
Allen's eyes just set on the birch wand exposed by Snape's movement, and then he felt another small soft rag bag in his hand.
Sensing the other party's mood swings, Allen stared closely at Snape, but the other party didn't notice it, but whispered as if lost in memory: "Put a little in the soup with special meat, it will taste better."