Chapter 895 ? Bowl

Later, Hagrid, who was full of food, took out a few bottles of wine and magically placed full wine glasses in front of everyone-Hagrid himself used a wooden cup the size of a bucket.

"Hagrid, I don't think I can..." Harry got the revelation of Felix Elixir and knew he couldn't drink it, but before he could say no, he was interrupted by Hermione.

"Hagrid! Be sober, Harry and I are students! We can't drink!" Hermione reminded—although Alan has not yet graduated from his age, he is already a professor at Hogwarts, and Luna's actual age... So Hermione struggled for a while, and finally decided to remind them not to be annoying.

"I drank too much soup, so I won't drink today Hagrid." Alan's attention was still on the food, he ate a little too much today.

"Oh, sorry Hermione! I forgot... hiccup~" Hagrid had already taken a swig himself, and he hiccupped.

"It's not a problem to drink at all. The three professors present didn't say anything. Are you going to be the teacher's good baby?" Penelonunu smiled with red lips, and looked at Ai who filled himself another bowl of soup with satisfaction. Lun.

Hermione, who had been at a disadvantage today, raised her chin when she heard the words, picked up a glass and sat in front of Penello.

"I'm full. I went for a walk in the Forbidden Forest to digest my food and went back." Luna stood up and waved to the others, stroked her belly, turned around and went out - this made Pene, who was trying to provoke Luna over, Luo resentfully set his target on Miss Know-it-all.

"I haven't been drinking much lately, actually..." Slughorn said, but he raised his glass early: "After your poor friend Robert was poisoned, I let a house-elf taste every drink in my collection. Although there is no problem with a bottle of wine, I still dare not drink it, who knows when the poison was poisoned?"

Harry glanced at Hermione who was drinking with Penello on the other side. He was very thankful that she didn't seem to hear Slughorn's speech, otherwise Harry could have imagined that Hermione listened to this kind of abuse of house elves. What kind of expression would he have after doing this-this also made Harry not in the mood to correct Slughorn's misremembering Ron's name again.

"I raised him from an egg," said Hagrid sadly, "and he was so small when he hatched, the size of a pug."

"It's lovely." Slughorn complimented perfunctorily.

"I used to keep him in a locker at school until... well..." Hagrid's face darkened.

Harry knew why: it was Tom Riddle who blamed Hagrid for the Chamber of Secrets incident, which resulted in him being expelled from school.

Slughorn looked at the ceiling, where there were several copper pots and some animal furs hanging there: "Hagrid, you have a lot of good things here...how, you want to get married after saving so many valuables? How is the situation with Madame Maxime recently?"

"Olim? She's fine..." Hagrid blushed a little. "It's inconvenient to go back and forth between England and France. We only meet on weekends, but everything else is fine."

Allen put down the soup bowl, and patted his stomach indecently: "It seems that you and Mrs. Maxime have practiced apparation well, but it's better to be careful if the distance is too far."

"Don't worry about Alan, we will all move to the coastline first, then cross the sea, and then teleport to the destination." Hagrid's face was still flushed: "It's not as far as crossing at once."

Slughorn didn't seem to be listening. He took another sip and searched the cabin carefully. Harry knew that he was looking for more treasures, which could be exchanged for a lot of oak-aged mead, Candied pineapple and a velvet smoking shirt.

Slughorn filled Hagrid's and his own cups again, asked about the creatures that now lived in the woods, and asked how Hagrid could look after them. Hagrid brightened up under the influence of the alcohol and Slughorn's flattery, stopped wiping his eyes, and began to talk briskly about keeping Bowtruckles.

Later, not long after~

Hermione blushed,

Lie down on the table and lost consciousness.

Allen put down his glass and stood up: "Forget it, I'll take Hermione back to the lounge first... She can drink like Draco."

"Sparkle!" Penello yelled with eyes shifting, and then said to Allen, "Let Shiny send her, Shiny can send her directly to the bed, it's not convenient for you to teleport her directly at this time..."

Allen smiled wryly: "...Don't say it as if I would often send myself into the girls' dormitory at other times..." Allen smiled wryly:

With a "snap", Shining appeared in the hut, and she bowed lowly to Penello.

"Send her back to the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor." Penello pointed to Hermione, who smelled of alcohol, and ordered, "It's a little late today, and you can get compensation when you deliver the medicine to my parents."

Harry on the side was a little embarrassed at this moment. Hagrid was talking with Slughorn in the corner, and it was even more difficult for him to join in the conversation between Aaron and Penello. He regretted bringing Ginny over.

"Then, I'll go out and clean up, and I'm ready to go back~" Penello looked at the somewhat messy Hagrid's hut, and she didn't even plan to take the tableware used by Hagrid and the others, she didn't clean up at all, and planned to stand up Get up.

"Wait for me, I should go too, I'll take you out." Alan stared at Slughorn and Harry, and waved to them as a farewell.

Walking outside the house, Penello leaned over and lit the extinguished fire under the pan outside.

Allen, who was going to help Penello clean up, asked strangely: "Penello, what are you..."

"Your mother will like my craft, and I will go to the tower to send her a taste." Penello said confidently, she found out tonight, whether it is Fleur or Daisy or Emily, Harris Except for Morgan Le Fay and Hufflepuff in the portrait, she has an overwhelming advantage over other women in cooking.

"Your meal today is really amazing. I bet if you give the recipe to Helga in the portrait, you will open her eyes... By the way, let's make more by the way..." Allen quickly begged, "Today's spices are all provided by Snape. He also improved the formula for us. I will send him a copy."

Under the moonlight, Alan and Penello said goodbye. Black smoke came out from the burning firewood outside Hagrid's hut. The smoke soon drifted away with the wind, and only Hagrid, Harry and Slughorn, everyone else has left.

Harry was sitting on a chair, watching Hagrid and Slughorn drinking and chatting. Harry, who had become an observer from the previous situation, was dangling easily under the chair with his feet dangling in the air, and his teeth were full of food. Lie down at his feet.

Hagrid and Horace Lughorn sat side by side in the corner opposite Harry, and Hagrid sang a soothing and sad song about a dying wizard, Odo. Slughorn took a sip of his wine, looked at Hagrid with a happy smile, and swayed his body gently along with Hagrid's song.

"I raised him from a spider egg, when he was just out of the shell. He was still a little bit, not much bigger than a puppy, do you know the size? Tooth is about the size of a puppy." Hagrid was a little drunk, he Constantly gesturing to a different size, recalling Aragog sadly.

"It's wonderful. I used to have a fish named Francis who was friendly with me." Slughorn also seemed to be infected by Hagrid, and he put away his smile and talked about his previous experience of keeping pets, "One afternoon, I went downstairs and looked, and he was gone... 'poof' gone."

"Strange? Isn't it?" Hagrid took another gulp of his wine.

"You live on, and suddenly the 'poof' is gone." Horace also took a sip to himself: "Yeah, but I think this is life."

Hagrid's eyes widened in bewilderment, recalling Aragog's appearance sadly, he swung his wine glass, imitating Slughorn: "Pfft!"

"puff!"

Hagrid's big, hairy head fell backwards, banged against the wooden wall, and began to snore.

Harry had been smirking at Hagrid and Slughorn's indulgent drinking, and when Slughorn's eyes met his, the smiles disappeared from their mutual faces.

Slughorn put his hands on the table, his cheeks were flushed under the influence of alcohol, and his appearance looked even older and weaker: "A student sent me Francis... one spring afternoon, I saw There is a small bowl on my table. There is a shallow puddle of clear water inside, and a petal is floating on the water. I looked at it, but it sank. Just when it was about to touch the bottom of the bowl, it deformed , turned into a small fish, it is really wonderful, pleasing to the eye...the petals of the flower are lily (lily is lily in English), as beautiful as your mother."

Harry didn't speak, and Slughorn's tone was very sad, "The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, your mother..."

Slughorn couldn't continue talking for a while, and fell silent for a while, his eyes opened wider than usual, and his usually slippery and somewhat false smile had completely disappeared, and he looked at Harry seriously, Helpless and sad: "I know why you're here, but I can't help you. You'd destroy myself by helping you."

"Do you know how I survived, Professor?" Harry looked beyond the flickering candles in Hagrid's heavy snoring to meet Slughorn's eyes, his hand raised to touch himself "The night I got this scar, it was because of her, because she sacrificed herself. Because she didn't want to leave me for her life."

The wrinkles on Slughorn's forehead were squeezed together, and the water in his eyes was infiltrated with water.

"Because her love is stronger than Voldemort's magic..." continued Harry.

Hearing this name, Slughorn shuddered. He closed his eyes and shook his hands in resistance: "Don't say his name!"

"I'm not afraid to say this name! Professor, England is safe now. He was kicked out like a stray dog, and now he dare not go back to England." Harry's tone was a little fierce, deliberately disdainful, he stood up and walked towards Slughorn: "Whether the real savior is Aaron or me, or Dumbledore, but to solve him thoroughly, we must know what you told him..."

Slughorn reflexively shook his head in refusal, his old cheeks trembling slightly,

"Be brave, Professor!" Felix Elixir guided Harry to continue to encourage, "Be brave like my mother, otherwise you will only embarrass her, otherwise the bowl in your heart will always be empty."

Slughorn's face was pale, and his forehead was glistening with sweat. He and Harry looked at each other in silence for a moment through the tearful candle. Felix told Harry not to interrupt this exchange of eyes, and wait a little longer. wait.

Slughorn's eyes filled with tears, and he swallowed, as if he had made some kind of decision, "Please don't look down on me after reading this."

Very slowly he reached into his pocket and drew his wand, while with the other he fished a small empty bottle from under his cloak. Still staring into Harry's eyes, he raised his fat hand: "Even then, you couldn't imagine how powerful he was."

Slughorn made up his mind, squinted his eyes in pain, pressed his wand to his temple, and pulled it away, drawing out a long, silver thread of memory. His hand trembled slightly, and Harry's hand reached out from the opposite side and grabbed his wrist. Only then did Slughorn manage to put the strand of silver into the bottle, and the memory hovered in the transparent bottle.

In Snape's office at Hogwarts, which is located in the cold basement, the candles on the walls were all lit, and they cast dim circles of light. Snape looked at a pot of steaming mutton that suddenly appeared on his desk Soup, after a moment of silence, pointed to the side locker with his magic wand, and a dirty spoon and a soup bowl flew out - after the renovation of his home in Spider's End, the furniture, tableware and cups were all replaced with After buying new ones, these old things were taken to the office by him.

Snape filled a bowl for himself, but he didn't drink it right away, he just sniffed the special aroma emanating from this soup bowl filled with broth.