In the stands, Harry and Sirius slowly moved forward with the crowd. Their godfather and godson were excitedly discussing the game that had just ended. Harry's family situation and Sirius's relationship situation made them immune to the commentator's last question.
Suddenly, Harry stopped. Sirius, who was still talking about how James dealt with Slytherin's treacherous means, bumped into Harry's shoulder. He followed Harry's gaze and saw Professor Horace Slughorn, who was wearing a robe and a square hat. He had just returned from the stadium.
Slughorn had been avoiding Harry before, but today, he bumped into them face to face. He paused and pondered for a moment. Then, he took out his hands from his pockets and deliberately said, "Oh, my God, I forgot something." After that, he hurried back to the stands without looking back.
"Maybe someone else took it. Looks like he was unlucky." Sirius stared at Slughorn's back and moved closer to Harry.
Harry's gaze followed Slughorn and shook his head. "Luck …" He thought of Dumbledore's suggestion. "Sirius, I'm sorry, but I can't have dinner with you. I have to go find Hermione and borrow something to do." After that, Harry didn't wait for his godfather to respond and trotted away.
In the stands where Harris was, Hermione was saying goodbye to Harris and his family. Morgan-le-feil seemed a little excited and curious as she said to Daisy and the Tonks, "When I go back, I have to ask Owen about Luna's question. If his mother was still alive, who would he save if his mother and I fell into the water at the same time …"
"…" Hermione was a little speechless. She was worried about Owen, who was about to be attacked by this question. Mr. Harris observed a moment of silence. But considering Owen's personality, he probably wouldn't hesitate to save Morgan-le-feil.
At this moment, everyone saw Harry walking over and mistakenly thought that Harry was also here to say goodbye to them. Morgan-le-Feil gave Harry a warm hug. After exchanging some pleasantries, Morgan-le-feil, who was about to leave, scanned her surroundings and found that Penello and Allen were nowhere to be seen. She had some guesses about their whereabouts, but she couldn't say anything in front of Hermione. When she thought of the little girl, Patricia, who had been abandoned by her teacher, Morgan-le-feil pitied her even more. She told the Wolf Mother, "Bring Patricia and her mother over for dinner later."
"Yes, ma 'am," the Wolf Mother replied, holding Patricia's hand.
Morgan-le-feil touched Patricia's soft hair again. She lowered her head and said gently, "Our house is different from the current Quidditch Stadium. You and the Wolf Mother go back and bring your mother over."
After that, Morgan-le-feil left the Hogwarts with Albert and the others supporting her.
"Hermione," Harry saw that everyone had left and finally took the opportunity to approach Hermione. "I think I need enough luck. Hermione, can you lend me some of the Elixir of Blessings that Slughorn rewarded you with? "
"Harry, you can't use the Elixir of Blessings carelessly!" Hermione frowned and looked directly at Harry. She pursed her lips in disapproval.
"I won't use it carelessly. You know, it's about Dumbledore's mission." Harry said quickly and anxiously in a low voice. He whispered that Slughorn had found an excuse to leave when he saw him again.
At this time, two owls flew over. They flew in front of Hermione and Harry and stretched out their left legs. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and untied the small roll of parchment tied to the owls' legs.
Harry was not in a hurry to open the roll of parchment. He looked eagerly at Hermione, hoping to get an answer.
"Okay, okay …" Hermione took out the Elixir of Blessings from her bag and gave it to her friend. "After drinking it, you will be very lucky for twelve hours. I think you don't need to drink too much. Just one or two sips will be enough for a few hours. Otherwise, if you overdose in the future, it will lead to dizziness, recklessness, and arrogance … Harry, this feeling may be wonderful, but don't rely on it."
"Thank you, Hermione." Harry raised the small bottle and took a sip.
"How do you feel?" Hermione asked in a low voice. She had never drunk this kind of thing before and was quite curious about this kind of magic potion.
Harry didn't answer for a while. He didn't feel anything different. Then, slowly but surely, an incomparable feeling of excitement flowed through his body. It was as if there were endless opportunities. For a short time, it was as if he had grasped the illusion of being omniscient and omnipotent. He felt that he could do anything, anything … Getting the memories from Slughorn suddenly seemed not only possible, but also easy …
"That's great … I feel so good!" Harry straightened his back with a confident smile that was completely different from his usual self. He returned the rest of the Elixir of Blessings to Hermione, who felt that her friend's expression had become strange. He then opened the small scroll of parchment.
After Harry opened it, he saw that the parchment was filled with messy and scribbled handwriting. There were also large blobs of ink on the paper that were difficult to read.
Dear Harry,
My friend Aragok is dead. Allen helped me send him back. I told you how special he was. If you can come to my funeral for him, it will mean a lot to me. I plan to hold the funeral at dusk. This is his favorite time of the day. I know you will be late after all this, but Allen is also here. He can send you back to avoid Filch's harassment. I didn't want to make this request, but I can't face it alone.
Hagrid.
"I'll be there right away. Hagrid must be very sad." Hermione also stared at the ink stains on her parchment. It was obvious that large drops of tears had fallen on the parchment. "Harry, you should've attended Aragok's funeral and drank the Elixir of Blessings tomorrow … Remember, Professor Slughorn usually has dinner early, then takes a walk, and then goes back to his office."
"Yes!" Harry nodded with a confident smile. Then he said to Hermione in a firm tone, "I'm going to Hagrid too. I'm going now."
"What? No! Harry, you have to go to Professor Slughorn! You just took the Elixir of Blessings! "
"Hermione, I know, but …" Harry paused. He seemed to be organizing his words and trying to explain to Hermione. But in the end, he gave up and just described his feelings. "But I think going to Hagrid must be a good thing! I think … I think I should go there now. Do you know what I mean? "
"No … Did the Elixir of Blessings make you think so?" Hermione shook her head in confusion.
"Trust me. Let's go. I know what I'm doing … Or as you said, the Elixir of Blessings knows."
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Severus Snape's office. Although he was no longer a professor of Potions this year, his office was still in the cold basement.
In front of the storage cabinet filled with strange glass jars, Snape placed the few magic ingredients that Alan had requested into different linen bags. Professor Snape's lips were tightly shut, as if he was suppressing his anger. His face was extremely gloomy under his long, black, greasy hair. He lowered his eyes and looked at the last ingredient in his hand from his aquiline nose before throwing it into the bag. "It's all here."
"Professor Snape, you've really helped me a lot … But please allow me to leave first." On the surface, Allen maintained a stern expression as if he really needed these ingredients to make a potion. For this reason, he deliberately added some ingredients that were not needed to make mutton soup. But today, Professor Snape was surprisingly cooperative and did not use his aggressive voice to mock him.
"Please wait, Professor Harris."
Hearing the other party's voice, Allen turned around. The expression on Snape's thin yellow face was a little stiff. "Let Potter live … You promised."
"It's different from the many promises Dumbledore made to you before and the actual results are different. I'll naturally do my best to keep the promise I made." Allen thought that Snape was doing it for the Resurrection Stone. He did not expect that he was still concerned about the child of his beloved woman in his own way.
Snape stared into Allen's eyes for a while as if to judge the authenticity of his words. Then, he put his hand into the bag under his robe and fumbled around. There was a sound of cloth rubbing against each other.
Allen's gaze just landed on the birch wand that was exposed because of Snape's action. Then, he felt a small soft cloth bag in his hand.
Sensing the other party's emotional fluctuations, Allen stared at Snape, but the other party did not notice. He just said in a low voice as if he was reminiscing, "Put some in when stewing meat with a special taste. It'll taste better."
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