The three of them left the castle quietly. In the thick twilight, the fresh air was mixed with the pleasant smell of grass.
Harry did not go straight to Hagrid's. After walking out of the castle gate, he suddenly said that he wanted to walk in the vegetable garden on the way.
"Don't go to Hagrid's first. I don't know why, but I just have this urge," said Harry.
"Urge? Are you okay? "Elaine looked at him suspiciously." Going to the vegetable garden at this time? "
"It should be okay. I can feel that something good will happen in the vegetable garden at this time," said Harry.
"Come on, Elaine. Harry is the luckiest man in the world right now. We can't go wrong by following his feelings," said Elwyn. "Don't believe in reason. It's not reliable."
Sometimes, like this situation, Harry's feelings were more reliable than any rational analysis.
So the three of them changed their direction and walked in the direction of the vegetable garden.
Sure enough, when they got there, they found Professor Slughorn talking to Professor Sprout.
Elaine, who was still suspicious, looked at Slughorn in surprise, and then turned to look at Harry.
"You knew he was here? Was it a prophecy? "she whispered. The three of them hid behind the low stone wall.
"No, it was a feeling!" said Harry, not very surprised.
"This is the power of luck." Iven sighed in a low voice as he listened to the conversation between Professor Sprout and Slughorn.
"Thank you very much, Pomona," Slughorn said politely. Slughorn said politely. "Most authorities believe that this herb is most effective when picked at dusk."
"Oh, I quite agree with that," said Sprout enthusiastically. "Is this enough?"
"Yes, it's enough!" Slughorn thanked him profusely. He hugged a large handful of leaves. "Each of my third-year students can have a few, and there will be some left over in case someone overcooks it. Well, have a good night. Thank you again! "
Professor Sprout walked towards the conservatory in the twilight. Slughorn walked towards Elwyn, Harry, and Elaine.
"Now!" Harry said and rushed out. "Good evening, Professor."
"Oh my god, Harry, you scared me." Slughorn stopped abruptly and looked at him warily. Then, his gaze shifted to Elwyn and Elaine. "My God, how did you get out of the castle?"
"I think Filch forgot to lock the door," said Harry cheerfully, pleased to see Slughorn frown.
"Is that so? I'll expose that man to the headmaster. In my opinion, he cares more about the rubbish than the safety of the teachers and students. But why are you three here? "
"To attend Aragok's funeral," replied Elaine.
"Who's Aragok?" asked Slughorn doubtfully.
"A big spider."
Hearing Elaine's answer, Slughorn looked even more doubtful.
"Actually, it's about Hagrid, Professor," said Harry. "He's very sad. You won't tell anyone, right, Professor? We don't want to get him into trouble... "
"Yes, it's a secret. We promised Hagrid to keep it a secret for him," added Elwyn.
"A secret?" Slughorn's curiosity was obviously aroused. He said gruffly, "I can't promise to keep it a secret for him, but I know that Dumbledore trusts Hagrid deeply, so I believe that Hagrid won't do anything too terrible..."
"It's that eight-eyed spider, called Aragok's spider. Hagrid has kept it for many years. It lives in the woods, and it can talk and do a lot of things... "
"Oh, I've also heard of those eight-eyed spiders." Slughorn looked at the dark woods and said softly, "Do they live in the woods?"
"Yes, we've wiped them out before. The venom of eight-eyed spiders is a very precious potion material," said Elwyn.
"A very precious potion material. The market price is very high, and it can be used to make..." Slughorn stopped. "Let's talk about the spider called Aragok. What happened to it?"
"It died last night. Hagrid was very sad. He wanted someone to bury Aragok with him. The three of us came out to attend its funeral."
"Oh, touching, very touching," said Slughorn absent-mindedly. Slughorn said absently, his large, heavy-lidded eyes fixed on the distant light of Hagrid's hut.
"You know, Professor, that Aragok is the first eight-eyed giant spider that Hagrid has raised. At the same time, it's also the oldest and largest eight-eyed giant spider in the world." Elwyn said, "I heard that, as a potion material, the longer the eight-eyed spider lives, the more precious its venom is."
"Yes, you're right, Elwyn," Slughorn said eagerly. "The venom of eight-eyed spiders is very precious. The bigger the spider and the longer it lives, the more precious it is. If the beast just died, the venom may not have dried up yet. Now is the best time to collect it. Do you want to collect it? Can the three of you do it? "
"I'm not 100% sure. After all, it's my first time collecting venom from such a big spider. It would be great if you could come to the scene and guide us," said Elwyn. "After all, it's best not to waste such a precious thing. Professor, are you willing to help us? "
"I can go," Slughorn agreed immediately. As if he felt that he was not being reserved enough, he said seriously, "Of course, if Hagrid is not happy, I don't want to be presumptuous. But if there's a way to get some, we'd better not waste this opportunity... You know, if that eight-eyed spider is really as big as you said, Elwyn, then its venom is probably more precious than you can imagine."
"Well, we shouldn't miss it." Slughorn continued, more like he was talking to himself. "It seems too wasteful not to collect it. Maybe a pint is worth hundreds of Galleons. To be honest, my salary is not high..."
After waiting for a while, seeing that he did not respond, Elwyn asked again, "Professor, are you willing to attend Aragok's funeral and help us?"
"I dare say, if you want to go, Hagrid may be very happy. He can send Aragok off in a grander manner!" Harry said.
"Well, ah, yes, of course I'm willing," said Slughorn. His eyes were now sparkling. "Well, Elwyn, Harry, Elaine, wait for me. I'll bring a bottle or two of wine and meet you down there. Let's send that poor beast off after its burial. I'm going to change my tie. This one is a little too fancy... "
He hurried back to the castle. Elwyn, Harry, and Elaine strolled toward Hagrid.
"Unbelievable. We succeeded. He accepted our invitation." Harry thought for a while and said, "But somehow I feel that it's only natural."
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