Chapter 556: Simplified Felicity Potion, Aragog's Funeral (1/2)

Chapter 556 Simplified version of Felix Felicis, Aragog's funeral

Gryffindor common room.

The day after Draco was sent to the hospital ward, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in a corner and told them what happened yesterday.

"I think Aaron is right." Hermione said very seriously, "Don't worry about Malfoy, think about how to get the memory from Slughorn."

"I think so too." Ron said unnaturally, "You have been watching him for several months, and you have gained nothing except that he occasionally goes to the Room of Requirement."

"Isn't it your good idea at the beginning? If there is no alarm, this task will not be so difficult.

Besides, I have tried very hard, and now I have to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity for him to communicate with me at ease."

"I can't wait like this." Hermione said anxiously, "You must take the initiative."

"I want to, but you must be careful." Harry said depressedly.

Slughorn is still wary of him. It's easy to take the initiative, but once something goes wrong, it's easy to lose everything.

If Slughorn is scared away, Dumbledore may not be able to find him back.

"But this semester is less than two months away."

"It's over!" Ron said indifferently, "We still have a year before graduation. Slughorn teaches Potions, not the cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts. At worst, we can continue to overcome it next semester."

"You..." Hermione glared at him angrily. She knew more than Harry and Ron. Dumbledore didn't have much time, and he might not be able to survive for two months.

Without Dumbledore in charge next semester, Hogwarts might be in chaos. At that time, it would be several times more difficult to get Slughorn's memory.

But she promised Claire not to tell this secret to others, so she could only hold back her resentment in her heart.

"Hermione, you don't have to be so anxious.

Dumbledore said that I don't need to go to his class before I get the memory."

"That shows the importance of that memory." Hermione looked at him angrily, "Harry, you must get that memory.

This is all to stop Voldemort. Now many terrible things are attributed to him."

"But I have tried many times, and I have never been lucky." Harry said bitterly.

"What did you say?" Hermione opened her eyes wide, as if she realized something and couldn't help but slap her forehead, "Lucky, yes, why didn't I think of it?"

"Think of what?"

"Luck, Harry, you need luck." Hermione said excitedly, "The Felicis Felix can help you."

"That's right." Ron nodded, and then changed the subject, "Unfortunately, we don't have the Felicis Felix."

Hermione hesitated for a while. She did have the Felicis Felix, and although she was reluctant, she could only contribute it now.

But before she could speak, Harry pulled out a small pale golden bottle from his pocket, "A substitute for the Felixir should work."

"What is this?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Lucky potion, one pill can keep a person lucky for two hours." Harry explained with a smile, "This is one of the Christmas gifts Aaron gave me last year."

"Why don't I know?" Hermione frowned.

"Lupin asked us to keep it a secret, and there's no need to tell you about Christmas gifts!" Ron explained, counting on his fingers, "Antidote, healing potion, lucky potion, tranquilizer... In short, there are all kinds of medicine.

In addition to potions, there are weapons and ammunition, and the mask. Although it's a temporary loan, it's the first time I've seen someone so generous."

"He's really afraid that you'll die!" Hermione's eyes flashed with heartache. Everyone else's focus was on Harry Potter. If Claire hadn't told her, she wouldn't have realized how dangerous Aaron's situation was.

"I had similar thoughts when I received the Christmas package." Harry shrugged awkwardly, "But to be honest, these things will definitely come in handy."

"You have to live well." Hermione looked at him solemnly and said, "Did you hear me? You have to."

"Uh... You don't need to remind me of this. I haven't lived enough!" Harry felt puzzled and immediately poured out a lucky potion and put it in his mouth.

"How do you feel?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry shook his head and carefully felt his own state.

High, calm, excited... and confident for no reason, as if he could do anything.

"I feel great, as if the opportunity is right beside me and I can grab it at any time."

"Harry, here is a letter for you." Ginny suddenly came over with a roll of parchment in her hand, "Hagrid asked me to pass it on."

"My chance is here." Harry took the parchment excitedly, and the illegible handwriting became easy to understand in his eyes.

"What did Hagrid write?" Hermione asked with some anticipation, "Is it related to Professor Slughorn?"

"It doesn't matter.

It's Aragog who died, and he wants us to attend his funeral tonight."

Ron swallowed his saliva involuntarily, and his fear of spiders made him tremble, but he still forced a smile, "This is really good news, right?

Thank Merlin, the most terrifying creature in Hogwarts is finally dead. I still remember that we were almost eaten by its descendants a few years ago.

In short, I will never cry over its corpse."

"I'm going." Harry said firmly.

"Harry, this is just a funeral." Hermione advised earnestly, "While you still have luck, go find Professor Slughorn."

"No, it's useless to find him now.

On the contrary, Aragog's funeral is the point. My luck tells me that attending the funeral will bring unexpected gains."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other. They didn't think that the corpse of an eight-eyed giant spider could be related to Slughorn, but there was no harm in trying, but they would definitely not go.

......

At the same time, the Temple of the Gods.

Aaron looked at the messy handwriting, and his forehead was covered with black lines.

"What the hell is this he wrote?

Aragog's funeral, is it necessary to be so creative?"

"After all, he was raised by Hagrid, so it's normal to have some feelings for him." The thought body said.

"I understand, but holding a funeral is a bit weird." Aaron said speechlessly, "That's an eight-eyed giant spider, a magical creature with an extremely high danger level. Digging a pit to bury it or burning it with fire is considered to be respectful to it.

Funeral? I would only go if I was crazy."

"That's not necessarily true." The thought body smiled meaningfully, "Eight-eyed giant spider, or an eight-eyed giant spider that has lived for decades, its venom is still very valuable.

Don't forget, an ounce of eight-eyed giant spider venom in the system mall is ten magic points."

"Ha! Ha!" Aaron curled his lips in disdain, "We are not short of money now, we can buy as much as we want on the black market.

It's a bit low to touch the corpse for such a little venom."

"I'm just making a simple suggestion. It's up to you to decide whether to go or not, but I really think this kind of no-cost business should not be missed.

You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, especially for alchemists who have no money.

Even if we have made a lot of money now, if we can't increase income and reduce expenditure, we will sooner or later eat up all the money, unless we can make another windfall of over 100 million. "

"That's not necessary." Aaron turned his head and looked at the location of the vault. "I have stored one-tenth of the Black family's gold in it, which is enough to maintain the research of alchemy, and we can spend it at will for at least a few years.

As for a few years later...by then, we will probably have restored our identities and will not be short of money at all."

"Okay! You are the original body and I will listen to you."

"The funeral of the eight-eyed giant spider, the secret of Horace will be revealed tonight."

A solemn voice suddenly fell into the ears of Aaron and the thought body. The two turned their heads to look at the prophecy book on the throne at the same time, and they didn't know whether to say it in their hearts.

If you had said this prophecy earlier, they wouldn't have discussed it for so long.

"What do you think now?" The thought body teased.

"Ahem! It is still necessary to increase revenue and cut expenditure."

"Don't you think it's low to touch the corpse?"

"How can you talk like that?" Aaron said righteously, "I'm going to attend Aragog's funeral. I must help bury it. Shouldn't I be charged a little for my hard work?"

Thought body...

Six! As expected of me.

......

When dusk appeared on the horizon, Aaron left the Slytherin common room.

He met some students on the way, but no one saw him under the cover of illusion, including Filch who was guarding the gate, who didn't realize that someone passed by him.

Breathing the fresh air outside the castle, the open natural environment made him feel relaxed for a long time.

Hagrid's hut was lit with yellow lights. A tall figure was sobbing and crying behind the pumpkin field not far away, while digging a pit with a shovel. Next to him was the corpse of a huge eight-eyed giant spider.

"Aaron." Hagrid wiped his tears and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you for coming to Aragog's funeral. I thought no one would come."

"Uh... You're welcome." Aaron said with a strange look, "To be honest, I didn't plan to come at first. It has nothing to do with you. It's mainly because it's very weird to attend the funeral of a spider."

Hagrid nodded with a sob, and then he cried loudly to show his understanding, and his big tears fell one by one.

Watching this scene, Aaron was extremely surprised.

He seemed to understand why Aragog ordered his descendants not to attack Hagrid. This is true love. He probably didn't cry so sadly when his father died.

"What can I do?" Aaron asked a little embarrassedly. After all, he was going to collect some money from the dead spider later. He felt a little guilty for doing nothing but getting it for free.

"No need. I'm already very happy that you can come."

"Hey, don't be polite with me." Aaron glanced at the several-foot-deep pit dug by Hagrid, waved his wand to make it more regular, and then carved a magic circle of wind attribute to gently place Aragog in the middle of the pit.

"Thank you." Hagrid wiped his tears with emotion and said with relief, "Thank you for what you did for it."

"Do you need flowers or a tombstone?"

"No." Hagrid refused very embarrassedly, "I don't want others to know that there is an eight-eyed giant spider buried here, especially the descendants of Aragog.

When it was alive, they listened to it, but after it died, it was a feast for them. I stole its body with great difficulty."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, not knowing what to say.

A tall half-giant could actually steal a larger corpse from the nest of the Acromantula without any injury.

If it was Dumbledore, it would be fine, he has the ability, but Hagrid... he might lose his life if he is not careful!

"It's not easy, right?"

"Yeah!" Hagrid nodded with a complicated expression, "There was never a place in the forest that I couldn't go before, but now... it's good enough to give it a decent funeral."

"Great, you are really awesome!" Aaron exclaimed, and then looked at Aragog's claws, "There is something I don't know if I should say, Aragog is dead, but its venom is useful to me, I want to collect some... do you mind?"

"No mind, what should I mind?

I asked it for venom before, it has always been generous to its friends."

"Then I'll be polite."

"Hagrid."

Before Aaron could take action, Harry's voice came over.

He walked over quickly, his face filled with abnormal confidence, followed by Slughorn who was slightly out of breath.

"Harry, you're here, and...Horace?" Hagrid was a little confused, he didn't remember writing a letter to Slughorn.

"You can't leave the castle at night, it's safer for Harry to have me with you." Slughorn explained absentmindedly, but his eyes were fixed on Aragog's body.

"It's my fault," Hagrid said after realizing it, "I thought you were wearing an invisibility cloak..."

"Don't worry, Professor Slughorn wants to come to the funeral after hearing about it," Harry comforted, "He also brought a few bottles of wine to commemorate Aragog."

"Hagrid, I'm so sad." Slughorn said in a heavy voice, and then slowly approached Aragog's body, "It's so beautiful."

"Professor, how do you know it's beautiful?" Aaron asked puzzled, "This is an eight-eyed giant spider, one of the most dangerous magical creatures."

"Not everyone can appreciate the beauty of this creature.

Of course, I'm talking about dead spiders, and you can't get close to living ones easily."

"Spiders are often misunderstood, probably because of their eyes, which makes some people afraid." Hagrid said.

"And those long claws." Harry added.

"Hagrid, I don't want to sound hard-hearted at this moment, but the venom of the Acromanthus is quite rare. Can I extract a vial or two?"

"Hmm?"

Aaron looked at Slughorn in disbelief, then at Harry Potter who was mysteriously confident, and suddenly he had a sense of enlightenment.

No wonder the prophecy book made such a prediction. It turned out that the venom of the Acromanthus gave Harry the opportunity to ask questions.