After a while, Hagrid took out a few bottles of wine and absentmindedly used magic to place full wine glasses in front of everyone. Hagrid himself was using a wooden cup the size of a bucket.
"Hagrid, I don't think I can..." Harry was enlightened by the Spirit Blessing Potion and knew that he couldn't drink. But before he could refuse, Hermione interrupted him.
"Hagrid! Wake up, Harry and I are both students! We can't drink! " Hermione reminded. Although Allen hadn't graduated yet, he was already a professor in Hogwarts. And Luna's actual age... Hermione hesitated for a moment and decided not to remind them.
"I drank a little too much soup. I won't drink today, Hagrid." Allen's attention was still on the food. He had eaten a little too much today.
"Oh, sorry, Hermione! I forgot... burp ~ "Hagrid had already taken a big gulp and burped.
"Drinking a little won't get in the way. There are three professors present who didn't say anything. Do you want to be a teacher's obedient baby?" Penelope pursed her red lips and smiled. She looked at Alan who had filled another bowl of soup for her with satisfaction.
Hermione who had been at a disadvantage today raised her chin, picked up a cup and sat in front of Penello.
"I'm full. I'm going for a walk in the forbidden forest to digest my food." Luna stood up and waved at the others. She stroked her belly and turned around to leave. Penello who was trying to provoke Luna resentfully shifted her target to Miss Know-It-All.
"I haven't been drinking much lately. Actually …" Even though Slughorn said that, he had already raised his wine glass. "After your poor friend Robert was poisoned, I let a house elf taste every bottle of wine I collected. Even though there was no problem, I still don't dare to drink anymore. Who knows when the poison was put in?"
Harry glanced at Hermione who was drinking with Penello. He was very glad that she didn't seem to have heard what Slughorn said. Otherwise, Harry could imagine what expression Hermione would have had if she had heard about the mistreatment of a house elf. This also made Harry not want to correct Slughorn for remembering Ron's name wrong again.
"I raised him from an egg," Hagrid said sadly. "He was so small when he first hatched. He was only the size of a pug."
"How cute." Slughorn complimented him perfunctorily.
"I used to keep him in the school cupboard until... sigh..." Hagrid's face turned gloomy.
Harry knew why: Tom Liddell framed Hagrid for the secret room incident and got him fired by the school.
Slughorn looked at the ceiling. There were a few copper pots and some animal skins hanging there. "Hagrid, you have a lot of good stuff here … How is it? Are you planning to get married now that you have so many valuable things? How are things with Madam Maxim recently? "
"Olim? She's fine... "Hagrid's face was a little red." It's a little inconvenient to travel between England and France. We only see each other on the weekends. But everything else is fine. "
Allen put down the soup bowl and patted his belly ungracefully. "It seems that you and Madam Maxim have practiced Phantom Transfiguration well. But it's better to be careful when the distance is too far."
"Don't worry, Allen. We all move to the coastline first, then cross the sea, and then teleport to our destination." Hagrid's face was still a little red. "We don't cross that far in one go."
Slughorn didn't seem to be listening. He took another gulp and searched the room carefully. Harry knew that he was looking for more treasures that could be exchanged for a lot of oak-aged mead, pineapple preserves, and a velvet smoking shirt.
Slughorn refilled Hagrid's cup and his own. He asked about the creatures living in the forest and how Hagrid could take care of them. Under the influence of alcohol and Slughorn's flattery, Hagrid became cheerful. He stopped wiping his eyes and began to talk about the rearing of the bowtruckles in high spirits.
After a while, and not long after...
Hermione's cheeks were red. She lay on the table and lost consciousness.
Allen put down his cup and stood up. "Forget it. I'll send Hermione back to the lounge first. Her alcohol tolerance is about the same as Draco's."
"Blink!" Penello shouted and then said to Allen, "Let Blink send her back. Blink can send her directly to the bed. It's not convenient for you to teleport in at this time..."
Allen smiled bitterly. "... Don't make it sound like I always teleport to the girls' dormitory at other times..." Allen smiled bitterly.
Twinkle appeared in the hut with a snap. She bowed low to Penelope.
"Send her back to the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor." Penello pointed at Hermione, who reeked of alcohol. "It's a little late. You have to make it up to my parents when you send them medicine."
Harry was a bit embarrassed. Hagrid was talking to Slughorn in the corner, and it was even harder for him to join the conversation between Alan and Penello. He regretted that he didn't bring Jenny along.
"Then, I'll go out and clean up. I'm going back …" Penello looked at the messy Hagrid's house. She didn't even want to keep the utensils that Hagrid and the others had used. She stood up without any intention to clean up.
"Wait for me. I should go too. I'll send you out." Allen glanced at Slughorn and Harry and waved goodbye to them.
Penello walked out of the room and stooped down to light the extinguished fire under the pan outside.
Allen, who had wanted to help Penello clean up, asked curiously, "Penello, what are you..."
"Your mother will like my cooking. I'll send her a portion to the tower to try." Penello said confidently. She had discovered that tonight, whether it was Hibiscus Chinensis, Daisy or Emily, apart from Morgan-le-Feil and Hufflepuff in the portrait, she had an overwhelming advantage over the other women in the Harris family in terms of cooking.
"Today's meal was indeed amazing. I bet if you give the recipe to Helga in the portrait, you'll be able to open her eyes... Oh right, make more while you're at it..." Allen hurriedly requested. "Today's spices were all provided by Snape. He even improved the recipe for us. I'll send a portion to him."
Under the moonlight, Allen and Penello said goodbye. The burning firewood outside Hagrid's room emitted black smoke. The smoke quickly dissipated with the wind. Only Hagrid, Harry and Slughorn were left in Hagrid's room. Everyone else had already left.
Harry sat on a chair and watched Hagrid and Slughorn drinking and chatting. Harry, who had become an observer, dangled his legs under the chair and swayed leisurely. Yaya, who had eaten too much, was lying under his feet in boredom.
Hagrid and Horace Slughorn sat side by side in the opposite corner of Harry. Hagrid sang a soothing and sad song about a dying wizard, Ordo. Slughorn took a sip of wine and looked at Hagrid with a happy smile. He gently swayed his body along with Hagrid's song.
"I raised him from a spider egg when he just came out of the shell. He was still a little thing, not much bigger than a little puppy. Do you know how big or small he is? Yaya is about the same size as a little puppy. " Hagrid was a little drunk. He kept gesturing to different sizes, sadly recalling Aragoc.
"It's so beautiful. I used to have a fish called Francis. He was very close to me." Slughorn seemed to be influenced by Hagrid. He stopped smiling and started talking about his experience of raising pets. "One afternoon, I went downstairs to take a look, and he was gone … Poof! He was gone."
"Strange, isn't it?" Isn't it? "Hagrid gulped down a few more mouthfuls of wine.
"You're living and living, and suddenly, 'poof', it's gone." Horace also took a sip of water. "Yeah, but I guess that's life."
Hagrid widened his eyes in a daze and sadly recalled Aragoc's appearance. He shook the wine glass and imitated Slughorn. "Puff!"
"Puff!"
Hagrid's big furry head fell back and hit the wooden wall with a bang. Then he began to snore.
Harry was giggling because of Hagrid and Slughorn's indulgence in drinking. When Slughorn's eyes met his, the smiles on their faces disappeared.
Both of Slughorn's hands were placed on the table. His cheeks were red under the influence of alcohol, and he looked even older and weaker. "A student gave it to me, Frances … One spring afternoon, I saw a small bowl on my table. Inside was a shallow pool of water with a flower petal floating on the water surface. I looked at it, but it sank. Just as it was about to touch the bottom of the bowl, it changed shape and turned into a small fish. It was beautiful and pleasing to the eye. The flower was a lily, as beautiful as your mother. "
Harry didn't speak. Slughorn's tone was very sad. "The day I went downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, your mother …"
Slughorn couldn't continue for a while. He was silent for a moment. His eyes were wider than usual, and his usual greasy and somewhat fake smile had completely disappeared. He looked at Harry seriously, helplessly and sadly, "I know why you're here, but I can't help you. Helping you will destroy myself. "
"Do you know how I survived, Professor?" Harry's eyes crossed the flickering candlelight in Hagrid's heavy snoring and met Slughorn's eyes. He raised his hand and touched his forehead. "The night I got this scar, it was because of her, because she sacrificed herself. Because she didn't want to leave me in order to survive. "
The wrinkles on Slughorn's forehead were squeezed together, and his eyes were faintly soaked with tears.
"Because her love was stronger than the power of Lord Voldemort …" Harry continued.
Hearing this name, Slughorn shuddered. He closed his eyes and waved his hand in resistance. "Don't say his name!"
"I'm not afraid to say this name! Professor, England is very safe now. He was chased out like a stray dog, and now he doesn't dare to return to England. " Harry's tone was a bit fierce, deliberately with a bit of disdain. He stood up and walked towards Slughorn. "Whether the real savior is Allen, or me, or even Dumbledore, in order to completely get rid of him, we have to know what you told him …"
Slughorn reflexively shook his head and refused. His old cheeks trembled slightly.
"Be brave, Professor!" The elixir guided Harry to continue encouraging him. "Be brave like my mother, or you can only bring shame to her. Otherwise, the bowl in your heart will always be empty."
Slughorn's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He and Harry looked at each other in silence. The elixir told Harry not to interrupt this look and to wait a little longer.
Slughorn's eyes were filled with tears. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva as if he had made some kind of decision. "Please don't look down on me after you see this."
Very slowly he reached into his pocket and drew out his wand, and with his other hand he drew out a small empty bottle from under his cloak. He still stared into Harry's eyes and raised his chubby hand. "Even at that time, you couldn't imagine how powerful he was."
Slughorn made up his mind and squinted his eyes in pain. He pressed the wand against his temple, then took it away and pulled out a long silver strand of memory. His hand trembled slightly, and Harry reached out from the opposite side and held his wrist. Only then did Slughorn successfully put the silver thread into the bottle, and the memory hovered in the transparent bottle.
The Hogwarts were located in Snape's office in the cold underground. The candles on the wall were lit, and they cast a dim circle of light. Snape looked at a pot of steaming mutton soup that suddenly appeared on his desk. He was silent for a moment. He pointed his wand at the side of the cabinet, and a dirty spoon and a soup bowl flew out. After his home in Spidertail Alley was renovated, the furniture, tableware, and cups were all replaced with new ones. These old things were brought to his office.
Snape filled a bowl with soup for himself, but he didn't drink it immediately. He just sniffed the special aroma of the soup bowl.
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