Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 136 Love Agent

The next day, Harry told Ron and Hermione about the homework assigned to him by Dumbledore, separately, because Hermione still refused to stay long in front of Ron, and at most just gave him a contemptuous look. Eun thought it unlikely that Harry would have any trouble with Slughorn.

"He likes you," said Ron at breakfast, flicking a fork with ease to fry an egg, "and won't say no to you, will he? You're his Potions Prince. Stay after class this afternoon to ask He's fine."

Hermione was more pessimistic.

"He must be determined to hide the truth, if even Dumbledore can't get it." She said in a low voice. Tell Daphne and Blaise the news.This is related to a safe life in the future. Now Slytherin has basically completely obeyed Hilbert.

"It must be very advanced magic, otherwise why would Voldemort want to know? I think it is very difficult to get this information, Harry, you must be very cautious, how to get close to Slughorn, you have to think of a plan."

"Ron said as long as I stay after Potions today..."

…………

Several people were going to ask in Potions class on Thursday.

Horace's big belly came first and then his words.

"Be quiet, please, be quiet! Hurry up, there's a lot to do this afternoon! Gobalot's third law... Can someone tell me—? Miss Granger, of course!"

Hermione backtracked as fast as she could: "Gobalot's third law states that the antidote for a mixed poison is greater than the sum of the antidote for each individual component.

"Exactly!" Slughorn smiled. "Ten points to Gryffindor! Now, if we admit that Gobalot's third law holds..."

Harry could only believe in Gobalot's third law at Slughorn's words, because he didn't understand it at all.His mind is now full of Dumbledore's mission. It seems that no one in the class except Hermione Daphne Hilbert understands the following words of Slughorn:

"...of course, this means that, assuming we have correctly analyzed the ingredients of the potion using Scapin's Appearance Charm, our primary goal is not simply to choose an antidote for each individual ingredient, but to find additional ingredients, which Able to transfigure various disparate components through a procedure almost alchemical—”

"...so," said Slughorn at last, "I want each of you to come to my podium and get a vial that must be dispensed before get out of class is over. Good luck and don't Forgot to wear protective gloves!"

Hermione was waving her wand vigorously over the cauldron, but they couldn't imitate her magic, as she was now good at silent spells without saying them.Hilbert stood in front of his crucible and thought.The students of Slytherin all imitated him.Ernie was chanting "Revealed!" into his cauldron at this moment. It sounded right, and Harry and Ron quickly followed suit.

It took only five minutes for Harry to realize that his reputation as the number one potionist in his class was about to be ruined.Slughorn had looked expectantly into his cauldron on his first tour, and was about to cheer with his usual excitement, but he pulled his head back immediately, coughing from the smell of rotten eggs.Hermione's expression was utterly smug, she was fed up with being passed every time in Potions class.Now she is carefully injecting those mysteriously separated ingredients into ten different small crystal vials.To avoid this annoying situation, Harry had to bury his head in the Half-Blood Prince's book, flipping through a few pages.

There, scrawled to the right of the long list of antidote names:

All it took was a bezoar stuck in his throat. Harry stared at the line for a moment.Hadn't he heard of bezoar? Long ago, Snape mentioned in his first Potions class: "The stones in the stomach of goats can resist many kinds of poisons."

This wasn't the answer to Gobalot's question, and Harry wouldn't have dared to do it if Snape was still teaching this lesson, but he couldn't care less at the moment.He rushed to the storage cabinet, pushing away unicorn horns and piles of dried herbs, and Slughorn yelled, "Two more minutes, everyone!" Harry rummaged through it, and finally Inside was a small cardboard box with "bezoar" scrawled on it.But there is only a small piece inside.Saw six shrunken brown masses, more like dried kidneys than stones.He took one, put the box back in the cabinet, and walked quickly back to the cauldron.Harry looked back and saw the four Slytherins holding bezoars in their hands.

"It's... time!" said Slughorn cheerfully. "Look how you're doing! Blaise... what have you got?"

Slughorn walked slowly around the classroom, examining the various antidotes.No one was done, and Hermione was trying to get a few more ingredients into her bottle before Slughorn arrived.Ron had given up entirely, just trying not to inhale the putrid fumes from his cauldron.Harry stood waiting, the bezoar clutched in slightly sweaty hands.

Slughorn finally strolled over to their table, sniffed Ernie's antidote, and walked towards Ron with a frown.He didn't stay long in front of Ron's cauldron, and quickly backed away, feeling a little sick.

"And you, Harry," he said, "what are you going to show me?"

Harry held out his hand, and in the palm lay the bezoar.

Slughorn looked down for ten seconds and Harry was afraid he was going to growl, but he threw his head up and laughed.

"You've got guts, boy!" He picked up the bezoar and held it up high for the class to see, "Oh, it's just like your mother... I can't judge you... Of course the bezoar will cure all these potions !"

"Professor, look over there." Ernie pointed to the Slytherin table.

Horace walked over and saw that the Slytherin's hands were full of bezoars.

Hermione's face was covered with sweat, her nose was covered with ashes, and her face was livid.Her unfinished antidote, bubbling behind Slughorn, contained fifty-two ingredients, including a clump of her own hair.But Slughorn only had eyes for Harry, and the Slytherins.

Coproliths, of course that would work... but since it doesn't cure every poison, and it's so rare, it would be useful to know how to make an antidote..."

"Pack up!" said Slughorn. "Ten points for Gryffindor dares!"

Hilbert stood in front of the cauldron, and Harry and the two were still slowly packing up, and Hilbert stood in front of the cauldron, packing up the utensils,
"Hurry up, boys, you're going to be late for next class," said Slughorn kindly, closing the gold clasp of his dragonskin briefcase.

"Sir, I want to ask you something," said Harry, thinking of Voldemort.

"Then ask, dear boy, ask..."

"Sir, I want to ask you if you know..." Harry hadn't finished speaking. "Sir, I want to ask you if you know about Horcruxes?" Hilbert stepped forward.

Slughorn froze, his round face seemed sunken.He licked his lips and asked hoarsely, "What did you say?"

"I asked you if you knew about Horcruxes, sir."

"Dumbledore asked you to come?" Slughorn asked in a low voice.

His tone had changed completely, no longer cordial, but full of shock and fear.He fumbled in his breast pocket for a while, then pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his sweaty brow.

"Yes. The headmaster asked us to come." Harry said hastily.

"Dumbledore showed you that - that memory, didn't he?"

"Yes." Harry decided on the spur of the moment that it would be best not to lie.

"Of course," said Slughorn softly, still wiping his pale face, "of course . I don’t know.” He repeated these words emphatically.

Then he grabbed the dragon leather briefcase, put the handkerchief back into his pocket, and walked out of the underground classroom.

"Sir," said Harry eagerly, "I just thought there might be a little bit of memory left—"

"Really? Then you're wrong, aren't you? Wrong!"

He bellowed the last word, and before Harry could speak, he slammed the door and left.

Harry turned his head dejectedly, only to see Hilbert standing behind him, glaring at him with a black face and arms crossed.

"You messed up my plans, Harry Potter!"

"I do not……"

"Enough." Hilbert interrupted him. "At least we know what the professor is afraid of, Horcruxes. Master is right. Horace told Voldemort how to make Horcruxes." Hope Albert sighed and said slowly.

"It'd just look stupid if we both did that!" said Harry petulantly. "You see, I have to try to soften him up before I can ask him about Voldemort, eh?" said Harry angrily.

"Don't look for him now, go to Headmaster Dumbledore at night. Oh, by the way, don't tell Hermione Ron about the word Horcrux, I'm afraid they will make some troubles then."

The two didn't ask Slughorn again, and the potions master returned to their usual favor, seeming to forget about it.

Until March [-]st, Ron's birthday.

"Happy birthday, Ron." Hilbert took out a box from behind and handed it to Ron.

He tossed the paper parcel onto Ron's bed, among a small pile of parcels that Harry assumed had been delivered by house-elves in the night.

"Same joy, same joy." Ron said in a daze.

"Brilliant, Harry!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, waving the Quidditch Keeper's gloves Harry had given him.

"What a bountiful harvest this year!" he announced, holding up a heavy gold watch with strange symbols on the edge and hands made of little moving stars, "Look, what did Mom and Dad give me? Hey, I'm going to be an adult again next year..."

"Merlin's beard! A gift from Hilbert. My God! The latest flying broomstick! Nimbus 6001. It is said to be faster than a Firebolt."

"Would you like it?" Ron asked vaguely, holding up a box of chocolate cauldrons. "no thank you!"

Harry got out of bed while Ron tore open the paper bag, and opened the box to find the Marauder's Map, which he hid in the box every time he finished using it.Harry rummaged through half a box of things before finding the map under a pile of rolled up socks, where his bottle of luck potion, Felix Felicia, was still hidden. "Okay," he took the map to the bed, tapped it lightly, and whispered, "I solemnly swear that I will do no good." So that Neville, who was walking by the foot of the bed, would not hear. "Small thing," Harry said absent-mindedly, looking carefully for Malfoy in the Slytherin dormitory, "Hey... I don't think he's in bed..." muttered, and looked at the map more carefully.Where is Malfoy?He didn't seem to be eating breakfast at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall...not next to Snape in the study...nor in the bathrooms or the hospital hospital...

Harry tapped the map with his wand and read: "The prank is over!" (although it was not over).As he dressed, he thought hard: there must be a reason for Malfoy's disappearance from time to time, but he just couldn't figure out what it was.The best thing to do would be to keep an eye on him, but even with an invisibility cloak, that would be impractical, since there would be classes, Quidditch practice, homework and Apparitions, and it would be impossible to follow Malfoy around the school all day. unnoticed.

"Ready?" he asked Ron.

When he was almost at the door of the dormitory, he found that Ron hadn't moved yet, but was leaning on the bedpost, staring at the rain-washed windows with a strange blank expression on his face.

"Ron, have breakfast."

"I'm not hungry."

Harry glared at him.

"Didn't you just say—?"

"Oh, well, I'll go down with you," Ron sighed, "but I don't want to eat."

Harry eyed him suspiciously.

"You ate half a box of chocolate cauldrons, didn't you?"

"That's not the case," Ron sighed again, "You...you don't understand."

"Forget it." Harry said, turning to open the door, although he was puzzled.

"Harry!" Ron called suddenly.

"what?"

"Harry, I can't stand it!"

"What can't you stand?" Harry asked, startled to see that Ron was very pale, as if he was going to be ill.

"I can't think of her!" said Ron hoarsely.

"What's wrong with him?" Hilbert, who came in to see Ron, pointed at him.

"I do not know either."

"What's the smell? It smells like a love potion." Hilbert smelled a smell that made him feel a little sick.

"Where's your potion, Harry."

"Outside."

In less than half an hour, a bottle of antidote was poured into Ron's mouth.

(End of this chapter)