All things are three at Hogwarts

Later, a drunk Hagrid took out a few bottles of wine and used magic to place full wine glasses in front of everyone. Hagrid himself used a wooden cup the size of a bucket.

"Hagrid, I don't think I can yet..." Harry had received the revelation of Felixir and knew that he couldn't drink it, but before he could say his refusal, he was interrupted by Hermione.

"Hagrid! Wake up, Harry and I are both students! We can't drink!" Hermione reminded that although Alan has not graduated yet in terms of age, he is already a professor at Hogwarts, and Luna Actual age... So Hermione struggled for a while, and finally decided not to remind them of it.

"I drank a little too much soup, so I won't drink any more today Hagrid." Alan's attention was still on the food. He had eaten a little too much today.

"Oh, sorry Hermione! I forgot to... burp." Hagrid had already taken a big sip of his own drink, and he burped.

"It's not a problem to drink at all. There are three professors here who didn't say anything. Do you want to be the teacher's good boy?" Penelo Nunu smiled with red lips, and looked at Ai with satisfaction as she served herself another bowl of soup. Lun.

Hermione, who had always been at a disadvantage today, raised her chin when she heard this, picked up a glass and sat in front of Penello.

"I'm full. I went to the Forbidden Forest for a walk to eat." Luna stood up and waved to the others, caressed her belly and turned around to go out. This made Penelope angrily, who tried to provoke Luna to go there too. He set his sights on Miss Know-It-All.

"I haven't been drinking much recently..." Although Slughorn said this, he had already raised his glass: "After your poor friend Robert was poisoned, I let a house elf taste every drink I collected. Although there is no problem with a bottle of wine, I still dare not drink it. Who knows when the poison was administered?"

Harry glanced at Hermione who was drinking with Penelope on the other side. He was very lucky that she didn't seem to hear Slughorn's speech, otherwise Harry could completely imagine Hermione listening to such abuse of the house elf. Harry had no intention of correcting Slughorn's misremembering of Ron's name again.

"I raised him from an egg," said Hagrid sadly, "and he was so small when he hatched, the size of a pug."

"How cute." Slughorn complimented somewhat perfunctorily.

"I used to keep him in a cupboard at school until...well..." Hagrid's face darkened.

Harry knew why: Tom Riddle was instigated to blame Hagrid for the Chamber of Secrets incident, which resulted in him being expelled from the school.

Slughorn looked at the ceiling, where there were several copper kettles and some animal furs hanging there: "Hagrid, you have a lot of good things here... How about you, you have saved so many valuable things because you want to get married. ?How is the situation with Madame Maxime recently?"

"Olim? She's very good..." Hagrid blushed a little, "It's a little inconvenient to go back and forth between England and France. We only meet on weekends, but everything else is fine."

Allen put down the soup bowl and patted his belly somewhat unseemly: "It seems that you and Mrs. Maxim have practiced apparation well, but you should be careful when the distance is too far."

"Don't worry Alan, we will all move to the coastline first, then cross the sea, and then teleport to the destination." Hagrid's face was still a little red: "We won't cross that far in one go."

Slughorn didn't seem to be listening. He took another swig and searched the hut carefully. Harry knew that he was looking for more treasures, which could be exchanged for him with a lot of oak-aged mead, Candied pineapple and velvet smoking shirt.

Slughorn refilled Hagrid's and his own cups, and asked about the creatures living in the woods now, and how Hagrid could take care of them. Hagrid, under the influence of alcohol and Slughorn's flattery, brightened up, stopped wiping his eyes, and began to talk animatedly about the raising of Bowtruckles.

Later, not long later

Hermione's cheeks turned red and she fell unconscious on the table.

Allen put down his wine glass and stood up: "Forget it, let me send Hermione back to the lounge first... She has the same drinking capacity as Draco."

"Twinkle!" Penello shouted with his eyes moving, and then said to Allen, "Let Twinkle send her. Twinkle can send her directly to the bed. It is not convenient for you to teleport in directly at this time..."

Allen smiled bitterly: "...don't make it sound like I would often teleport myself into the girls' dormitory at other times..." Allen smiled bitterly:

With a "pop", Twinkle appeared in the hut, and she bowed low to Penello.

"Take her back to the Gryffindor girls' dormitory." Penello pointed at Hermione who smelled of alcohol and ordered, "It's a bit late today. You can make up for it when you deliver medicine to my parents."

Harry on the side was a little embarrassed at this time. Hagrid was talking to Slughorn in the corner, and it was even harder for him to join in the conversation between Alan and Penello. He regretted that he should have brought Ginny over.

"Then, I'll go out and clean up, and get ready to go back." Penello looked at Hagrid's hut, which was a bit messy. She didn't even plan to ask for the tableware that Hagrid and the others had used. She had no intention of cleaning it up at all. body

"Wait for me, it's time for me to leave. I'll take you out." Allen glanced at Slughorn and Harry, and waved to them as a farewell.

Walking outside, Penello leaned over and lit the extinguished fire under the pan outside.

Allen, who was originally going to help Penelo clean up, asked strangely: "Penelope, what are you..."

"Your mother will like my craftsmanship. I will go to the tower to give her a taste later." Penello said confidently. She discovered tonight that whether it is Fleur, Daisy or Emily, Harris Except for Morgan Le Fay and the Hufflepuff in the portrait, she has an overwhelming advantage over the other women in the cooking skills.

"Your meal today is indeed amazing. I bet if you give the recipe to Helga in the portrait, you can open her eyes... By the way, then make more by the way..." Allen quickly requested, "Today's spices are all provided by Snape. He also improved the recipe for us. I will send him a copy."

Under the moonlight, Alan and Penello said goodbye. Black smoke came out of the firewood burning outside Hagrid's hut. Soon the smoke drifted away with the wind, and only Hagrid, Harry and Harry were left in Hagrid's hut. Slughorn and the others have left.

Harry sat on a chair, watching Hagrid and Slughorn drinking and chatting. Harry, who had changed from the previous situation to an observer, swayed easily under the chair with his feet dangling in the air, and chatted boredly with his stuffed teeth. Lie down at his feet.

Hagrid and Horace Slughorn sat side by side in the corner opposite Harry, and Hagrid sang a soothing, melancholy song about a dying wizard named Odo. Slughorn took a sip of wine, looked at Hagrid and smiled happily, swaying slightly to Hagrid's song.

"I raised him from a spider egg, when he first hatched. He was still a little kid, not much bigger than a puppy. Do you know how big it is? Yaya is about the same size as a puppy." Hagrid was a little drunk, he He kept making gestures of different sizes, remembering Aragog sadly.

"It's wonderful. I used to have a fish named Francis who became close to me." Slughorn also seemed to be infected by Hagrid. He put away his smile and talked about his previous experience of raising pets, "One afternoon, I went downstairs and took a look, and he was gone...and he was gone."

"It's weird? Isn't it?" Hagrid took a few more sips of wine.

"You live your life, and suddenly it's gone." Horace also took a sip for himself: "Yeah, but I guess this is life."

Hagrid's eyes widened in confusion, recalling Aragog's appearance sadly. He swung his wine glass and imitated Slughorn: "Pfft!"

"puff!"

Hagrid's big furry head fell backwards, hit the wall made of wooden boards with a bang, and then began to snore.

Harry had been giggling at Hagrid and Slughorn's indulgent drinking, but when Slughorn's eyes met his, the smiles on their mutual faces disappeared.

Slughorn put his hands on the table, his cheeks were red under the influence of alcohol, and he looked older and weaker: "Francis was given to me by a student... One spring afternoon, I saw There was a small bowl on my table. Inside was a shallow pool of clear water, with a petal floating on the water. I looked at it, but it sank. Just when it was about to hit the bottom of the bowl, it deformed. , turned into a little fish, it is really wonderful and pleasing to the eye...The petals of the flower are lily, which is called lily in English, and it is as beautiful as your mother."

Harry didn't speak, and Slughorn's tone was very sad, "The day I came downstairs, the day the bowl was empty, that was your mother..."

Slughorn couldn't continue talking for a moment and was silent for a moment. His eyes were wider than usual, and his usual smooth and somewhat false smile had completely disappeared. He looked at Harry seriously and seriously. Helpless and sad: "I know why you are here, but I can't help you. Helping you will destroy myself."

"Do you know how I survived, Professor?" Harry looked past the flickering candlelight of Hagrid's rough snoring and met Slughorn's eyes. His hand came up to touch himself. "The night I got this scar, it was because of her, because she sacrificed herself. Because she was unwilling to leave me in order to survive."

The wrinkles on Slughorn's forehead were squeezed together, and there was a faint glimmer of water in his eyes.

"Because her love is more powerful than Voldemort's magic..." Harry continued.

Hearing this name, Slughorn shivered. He closed his eyes and waved his hands in resistance: "Don't say his name!"

"I'm not afraid to say this name! Professor, the UK is very safe now. He was kicked out like a lost dog, and now he doesn't dare to go back to the UK." Harry's tone was a little fierce, with a hint of disdain on purpose. He stood up and walked towards Slughorn: "Whether the real savior is Allen, me, or Dumbledore, but to completely eliminate him, we must know what you told him..."

Slughorn reflexively shook his head in refusal, his old cheeks trembling slightly,

"Be brave, Professor!" Harry continued to encourage under the guidance of Felixir, "Be brave like my mother, otherwise you will only bring shame to her, otherwise the bowl in your heart will always be empty."

Slughorn's face was pale, and his forehead was glistening with sweat. He and Harry looked at each other in silence for a moment across the tearful candle. The elixir told Harry not to interrupt this look and wait a moment. wait.

Slughorn's eyes were filled with tears, and he swallowed, as if he had made some kind of decision, "Please don't look down on me after reading this."

He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand. With his other hand he took out a small empty bottle from his cloak. He still stared into Harry's eyes and raised his fat hands: "Even then, you couldn't imagine how powerful he was."

Slughorn made up his mind, narrowed his eyes in pain, put the wand against his temple, then took it away, and pulled out a long silver thread of memory. His hand trembled slightly, and Harry's hand stretched out from the opposite side to hold his wrist. Only then did Slughorn successfully put the silver thread into the bottle, and the memory hovered in the transparent bottle.

In Snape's office located in the cold underground of Hogwarts, the candles on the walls were lit, casting dim haloes of light. Snape looked at the steaming pot of mutton that suddenly appeared on his desk. Tang, silent for a moment, pointed at the locker nearby with his wand, and a dirty spoon and a soup bowl flew out. After renovating his home in Spider End Alley, the furniture, tableware and cups were replaced with new ones. Yes, he took these old things to the office.

Snape served himself a bowl, but did not drink it immediately. He just smelled the special aroma emanating from the soup bowl filled with broth.