This time, Elaine threw her head back and downed the glass of wine-infused milk. She shook her head slightly and reached for the bottle on the table.
Elwyn stopped her and nudged her with his foot under the table, telling her not to drink anymore!
Elaine raised her head and looked at Elwyn. There was a rare blush on her fair face, and her wine-red eyes seemed deeper, shining in the candlelight.
After a brief exchange of glances between the two of them, Ivan was defeated. He gave her a little more and silently told Elijah not to cause trouble.
Also, don't push your luck. She's still a child, she can't drink!
While Elwyn and Elaine were communicating silently, Slughorn's eyes moved away from the unicorn fur in Hagrid's hand.
He began to search the cabin carefully, looking for more treasures that could be exchanged for a lot of oak-aged mead, candied pineapples, and velvet smoking shirts. Then, Slughorn refilled Hagrid's and his glasses and asked Hagrid how he could take care of so many animals.
Under the influence of alcohol and Slughorn's flattery, Hagrid brightened up. He stopped wiping his eyes and began to talk excitedly about how to raise bowtruckles.
At this time, the Blessing Potion gave Harry a gentle push.
He noticed that the wine Slughorn brought was running out quickly. He couldn't cast the Refill Spell without making a sound, but the idea that he couldn't do it tonight was laughable.
Harry pointed his wand at the empty glass under the table, and it was immediately filled.
Hagrid and Slughorn didn't notice. They were now exchanging stories about illegal trading of dinosaur eggs. Elwyn saw it and gestured for him to come.
Without making a sound, without even using his wand, Elwyn could cast the Wine Spell and the Refill Spell.
Slughorn's glass was filled and empty, and soon it was filled again.
But this way, he wouldn't have time to deal with Elaine. But as long as he took care of the bottle, there shouldn't be a problem …
The conversation continued, and the atmosphere gradually heated up.
Unknowingly, Elwyn and Harry also drank a lot. Elaine also secretly drank a lot, but it didn't matter.
Even the three of them were in such a state, not to mention Hagrid and Slughorn.
About an hour later, they were toasting with abandon: to Aragok, to the Hogwarts, to Dumbledore, to the elvish brew, to …
"For Harry Potter!" Hagrid roared and drank the fourteenth barrel of wine in one gulp. He didn't even notice that he was drooling and took the initiative to find some wine to fill his large glass.
"Yeah!" "For Barry Walter, the Young Messiah. Well, that's what it means."
He grumbled and gulped down his drink as well.
"Next, to Elwyn Mason!"
"For Interrogation, Beauty Goddess!" Slughorn finished his drink again.
Who was Interrogation, Beauty Goddess? Speechless, Elwyn chanted a spell and filled his glass to the brim.
Slughorn looked drunk, but in fact, he was not that drunk.
He still remembered his purpose. Not long after, Hagrid stuffed the whole unicorn tail into Slughorn's hand with tears in his eyes.
He put them in his pocket, and shouted, "For friendship! For generosity! For ten galleons for one! "
For a while, Hagrid and Slughorn sat side by side, hugging each other, and sang a soothing and sad song about a dying wizard, Odo.
"Ah, good people don't live long!" Hagrid mumbled and leaned on the table. He was almost at his limit and was still singing in a trembling voice. "My father died so young, and so did your father and mother, Harry …"
Big tears came out of Hagrid's wrinkled eyes. He grabbed Harry's arm and shook it. "Among the wizards of their age, they were the best couple I've ever seen … Terrible, terrible …"
Next to them, Slughorn sang sadly, "Hero Odo was carried back to his hometown, to the place he knew as a child, hat turned upside down, buried, wand broken in half, how sad, how sad."
"Yes, terrible, terrible!" Hagrid groaned, his big, unkempt head rolled into his arms, and he began to snore.
"Sorry!" Slughorn hiccuped. "I've never been able to sing the right tune."
"Hagrid wasn't talking about your song, Professor."
"He was talking about my father and mother's death," Harry said softly.
"Oh!" Slughorn stifled a loud burp and said with a look of realization, "Oh, yeah, that's really scary, scary, scary …"
He did not seem to know what to say, so he poured more wine into his glass.
Elwyn did not interrupt, because Harry seemed to have thought of an excuse.
"I don't think you remember that, Harry?" Slughorn asked awkwardly.
"No, I was only one year old when they died." Harry said, staring at the flickering candlelight in Hagrid's heavy snoring. "But I learned a lot from other people. I heard that my father died first. Do you know, Professor?"
"I, I don't know," Slughorn said in a weak voice.
"It was the Lord Voldemort who killed him, and then he walked over his body to my mother," Harry continued to say sadly.
Hearing this, Slughorn shivered violently, and his eyes gradually became filled with fear.
He wanted to turn his head, but there seemed to be a magic influence on him, and he could not move his fearful eyes away from Harry's face.
"He told my mother to go away." Harry said mercilessly. "The Lord Voldemort told me that she could not have died. He only wanted to kill me. She could have run away."
"Oh, my God!" Slughorn said softly. "She could have … She didn't have to … It's terrible, terrible!"
"Yes!" Harry moved closer to Slughorn, his voice almost a whisper. "But she didn't move. She stood in front of the Lord Voldemort's wand. My father was dead. She didn't want me to die too. She protected me. She tried to plead with the Lord Voldemort, but he just laughed and killed her without hesitation …"
"Enough!" Slughorn suddenly shouted, raising his trembling hand. The string of unicorn tails in his arms fell out, completely undecided. "Really, enough, dear child, enough. Don't say anymore. I'm just an old man. I don't need to listen. I don't want to listen …"
"You liked my mother, didn't you?" The Elixir of Blessing guided Harry, letting him know what to say. "You said before that she was your favorite student."
"Harry!" Slughorn said, his eyes full of tears again. "I can't imagine anyone who met her wouldn't like her. She was very brave, very lively, very smart, very likable. She was my favorite student. Ah, the most terrible thing … "
"Yes, you liked her so much, but you wouldn't help her son. She gave her life to me, but you wouldn't even give me a memory. "
Hagrid's thunderous snores filled the room. Elwyn looked at Harry and Slughorn intently.
Next to him, Elaine sat quietly in a chair. Harry stared at Slughorn's tearful eyes, unable to look away.
"Don't say that, Harry, don't say that. Please, don't say that again!" He whispered, tears falling from his eyes. "If it could help you, of course it wouldn't be a problem, no problem at all. But that thing is useless …"
"It's useful!" Harry said clearly. "Dumbledore needs to understand. I need to understand. That's the biggest help for us. We need that memory."
"That memory is very important, Professor." Elwyn said softly. He felt that Harry was a bit too bold. Was it really okay to talk to Slughorn like this?
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