Chapter 1526 Wine Curse and Refill Curse

This time, Elaine directly drained the glass of milk mixed with wine, she shook her head slightly, and reached for the wine bottle on the table.

Ai Wen stopped her, touched her with his foot under the table, and told her to stop drinking!

Elaine raised her head and looked at Ivan, her fair face was rarely flushed, and her wine-red eyes seemed to be deeper, shining under the candlelight.

The eyes of the two exchanged briefly, and Ivan was defeated, and he gave her a little more, and silently told Elaine not to make trouble.

Also, don't push yourself too hard, she's still a child and can't drink!

Just as Aiwen and Elaine communicated silently, Slughorn looked away from the unicorn hair in Hagrid's hand.

He began to scour the hut carefully, looking for more treasures that would give him lots of oak-aged mead, pineapple preserves, and velvet smoking shirts. Then, Slughorn filled Hagrid's and his own glasses again, and asked how Hagrid could manage so many animals.

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.

At this moment, Felicia gave Harry a slight nudge.

He noticed that the drink Slughorn had brought was running low soon, and that he couldn't cast a refill spell silently yet, but the idea that he couldn't tonight was ludicrous.

Harry pointed his wand at the empty glass in the belly of the table, and it was instantly full.

Neither Hagrid nor Slughorn noticed. They were now exchanging stories about the illegal trade of dinosaur eggs. Ivan saw it, and he gestured for him to come.

Without making a sound, or even a wand, Aiwen can cast wine spells and refill spells,

I saw that Slughorn's glass was full and empty, and soon it was full again.

But in this way, he has no time to take care of Elaine, but as long as he takes care of the wine bottle, there should be no problem...

The conversation continued, and the atmosphere became increasingly heated.

Unknowingly, Ivan and Harry also drank a lot, and Elaine also drank a lot secretly, but it didn't matter anymore.

Even the three of them, let alone Hagrid and Slughorn.

About an hour later, the two of them began to toast indulgently: to Aragog, to Hogwarts, to Dumbledore, to the elf brew, to…

"For Harry Potter!" Hagrid roared, gulping down the fourteenth cask of wine and drooling, he didn't realize it, and took the initiative to find wine to fill his big glass.

"That's right!" Slughorn yelled inarticulately. "For Barry Water, the boy who saved the world, well, that's about it."

He grumbled, and drank it down.

"Next drink, for Alvin Mason!"

"For the sake of asking Beauty God!" Slughorn drank it down again.

Press to ask who is the god of beauty? Ivan chanted a spell silently to fill up his wine glass.

Slughorn looked drunk, but he wasn't that drunk.

He still remembered his purpose, and not long after, Hagrid tearfully stuffed the entire unicorn's tail into Slughorn's hand.

He stuffed them into his pocket and cried, "For Friendship! For Generosity! For Ten Galleons!"

For a while, Hagrid and Slughorn sat side by side, with their arms around each other, singing a soothing and sad song about a dying wizard, Odo.

"Ah, good people don't live long!" muttered Hagrid, laying down on the table, his eyes crossed a little bit, already approaching the limit, and still singing in a trembling voice, "My father left when he was so young, your parents Yeah, Harry..."

Huge teardrops gushed from the corners of Hagrid's wrinkled eyes again, and he grabbed Harry's arm and shook it, "The best couple I've ever seen among wizards their age...terrible, terrible... "

Next to it, Slughorn sang mournfully, "How sad, how sad, the hero Otto was carried back to his native land, to the familiar place of his childhood, with his hat turned upside down, buried, and his wand broken in two."

"Well, terrible, terrible!" Hagrid snorted, his unkempt head rolled into his arms, and snored lowly.

"Sorry!" Slughorn hiccupped, "I've never been out of tune."

"Hagrid didn't mean your song, Professor."

"He's talking about my parents' deaths," said Harry softly.

"Oh!" said Slughorn, suppressing a hiccup, with a dazed look on his face. "Oh, yes, that's really terrible, terrible, terrible..."

He didn't seem to know what to say, and went to add more wine to the glass.

Ivan didn't interrupt either, because Harry seemed to have thought of his speech.

"I suppose you don't remember that period, Harry?" Slughorn asked awkwardly.

"Don't remember, I was a year old when they died," said Harry, staring at the candle flickering over Hagrid's heavy snoring, "but then I learned a lot, from other people , I heard that my father died first, professor, do you know?"

"I-I don't know," Slughorn said weakly.

"It was Voldemort who killed him and stepped over his body towards my mother," continued Harry sadly.

Hearing this, Slughorn shuddered suddenly, and his eyes gradually became fearful.

He wanted to turn his head away, but something seemed to be working on him, and he couldn't take his terrified gaze away from Harry's face.

"He told my mother to go away," said Harry grimly. "Voldemort told me she could have lived. He just wanted to kill me. She could have escaped."

"Oh, my God!" whispered Slughorn, "she could have... she didn't have to... dreadful, horrible!"

"Yeah!" Harry approached Slughorn, his voice almost a whisper, "but she didn't move, she stopped before Voldemort's wand, Dad was dead, she didn't want me to die, she protected me , she tried to plead with Voldemort, but he just laughed and killed without hesitation..."

"Enough!" cried Slughorn suddenly, raising trembling hands, and the string of unicorn tails fell out of his bosom, all unresolved, "Really, enough, dear boy, enough Come on, stop talking, I'm just an old man, I don't need to hear it, I don't want to hear it..."

"You like my mother, don't you?" Felicia guided Harry, letting him know what to say. "As you said before, she was your favorite student."

"Harry!" said Slughorn, with tears in his eyes again, "I can't imagine anyone who ever met her not liking her, very brave, very vivacious, very clever, very agreeable, She was my favorite student. Ah, the scariest thing..."

"Yeah, you like her so much, but you refuse to help her son. She gave me her life, but you won't even give me a memory."

Hagrid's thunderous snoring filled the cabin, and Ivan looked at Harry and Slughorn intently.

Next to him, Elaine sat quietly in a chair, and Ha Ze stared firmly at Slughorn's teary eyes, seemingly unable to look away.

"Don't say that, Harry, don't say that, please, don't say that again!" he whispered, tears streaming from his eyes, "if it helps you, of course it's not a problem, it's not a problem at all, but That thing is useless..."

"It works!" Harry said clearly, "Dumbledore needs to know, I need to know, this is the greatest help to us, we need that memory."

"That memory is very important, Professor." Ivan said softly. He felt that Harry was a bit bold. Is it really okay to tell Slughorn like this?

But Harry knew he was safe, Felix told him, and Slughorn would remember nothing tomorrow morning...