All things are three at Hogwarts

In the stands, Harry and Sirius slowly moved forward with the crowd. Their godson and godfather excitedly discussed the game that had just ended. Harry's family situation and Sirius' relationship situation made him completely immune to the final questions from the two pairs of commentators.

Suddenly Harry stopped. Sirius, who was still talking about how James used treacherous methods to deal with Slytherin, bumped into Harry's shoulder. He followed Harry's gaze and saw that he was wearing a robe and a hat. Professor Horace Slughorn, wearing a square hat, returning from the ballpark.

Slughorn had been avoiding Harry before, but today he met them face to face. He paused in his steps, pondered for a moment, then took out his hand from his trouser pocket, gestured and said deliberately: "Oh , God, I forgot something." After saying that, he hurriedly turned around and returned to the stand without looking back.

"It might have been picked up by someone else. It seems like he is unlucky." Sirius stared at Slughorn's back and moved slightly closer to Harry.

Slughorn, who was following Harry, shook his head, "Luck..." He thought of Dumbledore's previous suggestion, "Sirius, I'm sorry, I won't have dinner with you. I have to borrow one from Hermione." Do something with something." After saying that, Harry turned around and trotted away without waiting for his godfather to respond.

On the high stand where Harris was, Hermione was saying goodbye to the Harris family. Morgan Le Fay said to Daisy and Tonks in a somewhat excited and curious voice: "I'm going to ask about Luna when I go back." Ask Owen, 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 speechless. She mourned for Mr. Owen Harris, who was about to be hit hard by this question. However, she thought that Owen's character would probably not hesitate to save Morgan Le Fay in this situation...

At this time, everyone saw Harry coming, and Morgan Le Fay, who mistakenly thought that Harry was also coming to say goodbye to them, hugged Harry warmly. After an extra round of pleasantries, Morgan Le Fay, who was about to leave, glanced around and found that Penello and Allen were nowhere to be seen. She had some guesses about their whereabouts, but it was not easy to do this in front of Hermione. What to say, I just thought of the little girl Patricia meeting the teacher who just left her here. Morgan Le Fay, who felt even more pitiful for her, told the wolf mother: "You will take Patricia with you later." Come and have a meal at home with her mother."

"Yes, ma'am," Mother Wolf replied, holding Patricia's hand.

Morgan Le Fay touched Patricia's soft hair again, lowered her head and said softly: "Our home is different from the current Quidditch pitch. You and the wolf mother should go back and pick up your mother first."

After saying that, Morgan Le Fay left Hogwarts with the support of Albert and others.

"Hermione," Harry saw everyone leaving and finally took the opportunity to get closer to Hermione, "I think I need enough luck. Hermione, please lend me the bottle of Felixir that Slughorn rewarded you with." ?”

"Harry, you can't use Felixir indiscriminately!" Hermione frowned, looked directly at Harry, and pursed her lips in disapproval.

"I will never use it indiscriminately, you know, about Dumbledore's mission." Harry said quickly in a low voice with some anxiety, whispering what happened when Slughorn just found an excuse to leave when he saw him again. said.

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 owl's leg.

Harry did not rush to open the parchment. He looked at Hermione eagerly, hoping to get an answer.

"Okay, okay..." Hermione took out the bottle of Felixir from her pocket and handed it to her friend: "Drinking it can make people lucky for twelve hours. I don't think you need to drink too much. One or two sips are enough for a few hours, otherwise overdose in the future will lead to dizziness, recklessness and arrogance... Harry, this feeling may be wonderful, but don't become dependent on it."

"Thank you Hermione." Harry raised the vial, took a good measure and took a sip.

"How does it feel?" Hermione asked in a low voice. Hermione, who had never drank anything like this, was still quite curious about this potion.

Harry didn't answer for a moment, he didn't feel any difference. Then, slowly but surely, an extremely exciting feeling flowed through his body, as if there were infinite opportunities, and the brief illusion of omniscience and omnipotence made him feel He felt like he could do anything, anything...getting the memories from Slughorn suddenly seemed not only possible, but downright easy...

"Great...I feel great!" Harry straightened his back with a smile that was completely different from usual and full of confidence, and returned the remaining Felixir to Harry, who felt that his friend's expression had become strange. Min, and then opened the small roll of parchment.

When Harry opened it, he saw messy and scrawled writing on the parchment. There were also large lumps of ink on the paper, making the writing difficult to read.

Dear Harry:

My friend Aragog died, and Alan helped me bring him back. I told you how special he was, and it would mean a lot to me if you could come to the funeral I held for him. I planned to hold the funeral at dusk, his favorite time of day. I know you will be late after doing all this, but Allen is here too. He can send you back later to avoid Filch's harassment. I didn't want to make this request at first, but I can't face it alone.

Hagrid

"I'll go right away. Hagrid must be very sad." Hermione also stared at the ink stains on her piece of parchment. It was obvious that big drops of tears had fallen on the parchment. "If I had known, Harry, you It's time to attend Aragog's funeral and drink Felixir tomorrow... Remember, Professor Slughorn usually has dinner early, then takes a walk, and then returns to his own office. "

"Yes!" Harry nodded with that confident smile, and then he said to Hermione in a determined tone, "I want to go to Hagrid too, and I'm going now."

"What? No! Harry, you have to go find Professor Slughorn! You just took Felixir!"

"Hermione, I know, but..." Harry paused, as if he was organizing words to try to explain the reason to Hermione, but in the end he gave up and just described his feelings, "But I think going to Hagrid must be good. !I feel...I feel like this is where I need to be, you know what I mean?"

"No... did the Elixir of Fortune make you think so?" Hermione shook her head in confusion.

"Trust me, let's go quickly, I know what I'm doing...or as you said, Felixir knows."

Severus Snape's office, although he is no longer the Potions Professor this year, his office still chose a better accommodation in the cold basement Slughorn,

In front of the storage cabinet filled with strange glass jars, Snape put the potion ingredients requested by Alan into different linen bags one by one. Professor Snape's lips were He closed his eyes tightly as if to suppress his anger, and his face was very gloomy under his long, greasy black hair. He lowered his eyes and looked at the last medicinal ingredient in his hand through his aquiline nose, and threw it into the bag: "Qi ”

"Professor Snape, you have really helped me a lot...but please allow me to take my leave first." Alan maintained a stern expression on the surface, as if he really wanted these medicinal ingredients to make a magical potion. It seemed to be a flavorful ingredient, so he deliberately added some extra ingredients that were not needed for the mutton stew. But Professor Snape today was surprisingly cooperative and did not use his aggressive voice to taunt.

"Please wait, Professor Harris..."

Hearing the other party's voice, Allen turned around. The expression on Snape's withered and thin face was a little stiff, "Let Potter live... you promised."

"Unlike the many promises Dumbledore made to you before and their actual results, I will naturally try my best to keep the promises I made." Allen originally thought that Snape was for the Resurrection Stone, but he did not expect that he was still using his own way to care for the children of your beloved woman.

Snape stared at Alan's eyes for a while, as if to judge the authenticity of his tone, and then put his hand in the bag on the belt of his robe to fumble, causing it to make a sound of fabric rubbing.

Allen's eyes just focused on the birch wand exposed by Snape's movement, and then he felt another small, soft rag bag appear in his hand.

Sensing the other person's mood swings, Allen stared at Snape closely, but the other person didn't notice and just whispered as if he was lost in memories: "When you stew the soup with special flavor meat, put a little in it, and it will taste better."