Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Gryffindor common room.

The day after sending Draco to the school hospital, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in a corner and told them what happened yesterday.

"I think Aaron is right." Hermione said very seriously, "Don't worry about Malfoy, think about how to get the memory from Slughorn."

"I think so." Ron said with an unnatural expression, "You have been watching him for several months, and you have gained nothing except that he occasionally goes to the Room of Requirement."

"Isn't that the good idea you came up with? This task wouldn't be so difficult if I hadn't alerted the enemy.

Besides, I have worked very hard, and now I have to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity for him to feel confident communicating with me. "

"We can't wait any longer." Hermione said anxiously, "You have to take the initiative."

"I think so too, but you have to be careful." Harry said depressedly.

Slughorn is still wary of him to this day. It is easy to take the initiative, but once something goes wrong, it is easy to lose all previous efforts.

If Slughorn is scared away, Dumbledore may not be able to get him back.

“But the semester ends in less than two months.”

"It's over when it's over!" Ron said nonchalantly, "We're still a year away from graduation. Slughorn teaches Potions, not the cursed Defense Against the Dark Arts class. At worst, we'll continue to conquer it next semester. "

"You..." Hermione glared at him angrily. She knew more than Harry and Ron. Dumbledore didn't have much time, and he might not be able to last for two months.

Hogwarts might be in chaos next semester without Dumbledore in charge, and the difficulty of obtaining Slughorn's memories would probably increase several times.

But she promised Klea not to tell anyone else this secret, so she could only keep her anger in her heart.

"Hermione, you don't have to be so anxious.

Dumbledore said that I don't need to go to class with him until I get my memories. "

"That only shows the importance of that memory." Hermione looked at him angrily, "Harry, you must get that memory.

This is all to stop Voldemort, and now many terrible things will be attributed to him. "

"But I've tried many times and never had luck." Harry said bitterly.

"What did you say?" Hermione opened her eyes wide and patted her forehead as if she realized something, "Lucky, yes, why didn't I think of that?"

"Think of what?"

"Luck, Harry, you need luck." Hermione said excitedly, "Elixir of Fortune can help you."

"You're right." Ron nodded, and then changed the subject, "Unfortunately, we don't have a blessed elixir."

Hermione hesitated for a while. She did have a blessed elixir. Although she was reluctant to give it up, she could only contribute it now.

But before she could say anything, Harry took out a light golden vial from his pocket and said, "A substitute for the Felixir should be fine."

"What is this?" Hermione asked confused.

"Lucky pills, one pill can make people stay lucky for two hours." Harry explained with a smile, "This is one of the Christmas gifts Aaron gave me last year..."

"How come I don't know?" Hermione frowned.

"Lupine asked us to keep it a secret. Besides, there's no need to tell you about Christmas gifts or anything like that!" Ron explained, while holding up his fingers, "Antidote, healing potion, lucky potion, calming potion... in short, there are various There are all kinds of medicines.

In addition to potions, there are also weapons and ammunition, as well as the mask. Although it is a temporary loan, this is the first time I have seen someone so generous. "

"He is really afraid that you will die!" Hermione's eyes flashed with distress. Everyone else's focus was on Harry Potter. If Clea hadn't told her, she wouldn't have realized Aaron's How dangerous the situation is.

"I had similar thoughts when I received the Christmas gift package." Harry shrugged nonchalantly, "But one thing is for sure, these things will definitely come in handy."

"You have to live well." Hermione looked at him solemnly and said, "Did you hear that? You must."

"Uh...you don't need to remind me about this, I haven't lived enough yet!" Harry felt confused and immediately poured out a lucky pill and put it into his mouth.

"How do you feel?" Ron asked curiously.

Harry shook his head and took a closer look at his condition.

Up there, calm, excited... and confident for no reason, as if he could do anything.

"I feel great, like the opportunity is there for me and I can take it at any time."

"Harry, here is a letter from you." Ginny suddenly came over, holding a roll of parchment in her hand, "Hagrid asked me to deliver it."

"My opportunity has come." Harry took the parchment excitedly, and the scrawled handwriting became easy to understand in his eyes.

"What did Hagrid write?" Hermione asked expectantly, "Is it related to Professor Slughorn?"

"It doesn't matter.

It's Aragog who's dead, and he wants us to attend his funeral tonight. "

Ron swallowed involuntarily, his fear of spiders made him tremble, but he still managed a smile, "This is really good news, right?

Thanks to Merlin, Hogwarts' most terrifying creature is finally dead, and I still remember how we almost got eaten by its descendants a few years ago.

All in all, there was absolutely no way I would cry over its corpse. "

"I'm going." Harry said firmly.

"Harry, this is just a funeral." Hermione advised earnestly, "While you still have some luck, go find Professor Slughorn as soon as possible."

“No, there’s no use looking for him now.

On the contrary, Aragog's funeral is the focus, and my luck tells me that attending the funeral will have unexpected rewards. "

Hermione and Ron looked at each other in confusion. They didn't think that the body of an Acromantula could be related to Slughorn, but there was no loss in trying, but they definitely wouldn't go.

......

At the same time, Shenming Palace.

Aaron looked at the messy and scrawled handwriting, and his forehead was covered with black lines.

"What the hell did he write?

Aragog's funeral, do you want it to be so creative? "

"At any rate, Hagrid raised her from a young age, and some of her emotions are normal," said the missing body.

"I understand this, but holding a funeral is a bit weird." Aaron said speechlessly, "That's an Acromantula, a magical creature with a very high dangerous level. Just dig a hole for it and bury it or burn it. Give it some decency.

funeral?I won't participate unless I'm out of my mind. "

"That's not necessarily true." The missing body smiled meaningfully, "The Acromantula is still an Acromantula that has lived for decades, and its venom is still very valuable.

Don’t forget, one ounce of Acromantula venom in the system mall is worth ten magic points. "

"Ha! Haha!" Aaron curled his lips disdainfully, "We are not short of money now, so we can buy as much as we want on the black market.

Touching a corpse for so much venom is a bit low. "

"I'm just making a suggestion. It's up to you to decide whether to go or not, but I really feel that this kind of cost-free business shouldn't be missed.

If you don't become a master, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are, especially if an alchemist has no money.

Even though we have made a lot of money now, if we cannot increase revenue and reduce expenditure, sooner or later we will be left with nothing, unless we can make another windfall of over [-] million yuan. "

"That's not necessary." Aaron turned to look at the location of the vault, "I stored one-tenth of the Black family's gold there, which is enough to sustain alchemy research, and can be squandered at will for at least a few years.

As for a few years from now... we will probably all have our status restored by then, and we won't be short of money at all. "

"Okay! You are the one who listens to you."

"The funeral of the Acromantula, Horace's secret will be revealed tonight."

A solemn voice suddenly fell into the ears of Aaron and Missing Body. They both turned their heads to look at the prophecy book on the throne. They had a sentence in their hearts that they didn't know whether to say or not.

If you had said this prophecy earlier, they wouldn't have been discussing it for a long time.

"What do you think now?" Missing Body teased.

"Ahem! It is still necessary to increase revenue and reduce expenditure."

"Don't you feel bad about touching a corpse?"

"What are you talking about?" Aaron said righteously, "I'm going to attend Aragog's funeral. I will definitely have to contribute when burying him. Shouldn't I accept a small fee?"

Missing body......

six!As expected of me.

......

As dusk appeared on the horizon, Aaron left the Slytherin common room.

He met some students on the road, but under the cover of the illusion, no one saw him, including Filch who was guarding the gate, and he didn't realize anyone was walking past him.

Breathing the fresh air outside the castle, the open natural environment made him feel the relaxation he had not seen for a long time.

Hagrid's hut was lit with yellow lights. A tall figure was sobbing and digging a hole with a shovel behind the pumpkin patch not far away. Next to it was the corpse of a huge Acromantula.

"Aaron." Hagrid wiped his tears, his voice hoarse, "Thank you for coming to attend Aragog's funeral. I thought no one would come."

"Uh...you're welcome." Aaron said with a weird expression. "To be honest, I didn't plan to come over at first. It has nothing to do with you. The main reason is that attending the funeral of a spider is very weird."

Hagrid choked and nodded, expressing his understanding and then started crying loudly, with big tears falling down one by one.

Looking at this scene, Aaron was particularly surprised.

He seemed to understand why Aragog ordered future generations not to take action against Hagrid. This was true love. He probably had never cried so sadly when his own father died.

"What can I do?" Aaron asked with some embarrassment. After all, he was planning to collect some money from spiders later, so he felt a little guilty for doing nothing.

"No, I'm glad you could come."

"Hey, don't be polite to me." Aaron glanced at the several-foot-deep pit dug by Hagrid, waved his wand to make it more regular, and then carved a wind-attribute magic circle to move Aragog Place it gently in the middle of the pit.

"Thank you." Hagrid wiped his tears and said happily, "Thank you for what you have done for it."

"Do you need flowers or a tombstone?"

"No." Hagrid refused with great embarrassment, "I don't want others to know that an Acromantula is buried here, especially the descendants of Aragog.

They listened to it when it was alive, but after it died, it became a big meal for them. I had a hard time stealing its body. "

The corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, not knowing what to say.

A tall hybrid giant was actually able to steal a much larger corpse from the Acromantula's lair without getting hurt.

Forget it if it's Dumbledore, he has that strength, but Hagrid... he might be in danger if he's not careful!

"It's not easy, is it?"

"Yeah!" Hagrid nodded with a complicated expression, "There was never a place in the forest that I couldn't go to before, but now...it's good to be able to give it a decent funeral."

"Amazing, you are a real cow!" Aaron exclaimed, then looked at Aragog's claws, "There is something I don't know whether I should say, Aragog is dead, but its venom has no effect on me. It’s useful, I want to collect a little bit from you...do you mind?”

"I don't mind, what should I care about?

I've asked it for venom before, and it's always been generous to its friends. "

"Then I'm welcome."

"Hagrid."

Before Aaron could take action, Harry's voice came over.

He walked over quickly, his face filled with abnormal confidence, followed by Slughorn, who was slightly panting.

"Harry, you're here, and...Horace?" Hagrid was a little confused. He didn't remember that he had written a letter to Slughorn.

"You can't just leave the castle at night. Harry will be safer if I follow him." Slughorn explained absentmindedly, but his eyes were fixed on Aragog's body.

"This is my fault." Hagrid said belatedly, "I thought you would be wearing an invisibility cloak..."

"Don't worry, Professor Slughorn also wanted to come to the funeral after hearing about it." Harry comforted, "He also brought a few bottles of wine to pay homage to Aragog."

"Hagrid, I'm so sad." Slughorn said in a heavy voice, and then slowly approached Aragog's body, "It's so beautiful."

"Professor, how did you know it's beautiful?" Aaron asked puzzledly, "This is an Acromantula, one of the most dangerous magical creatures."

"Not everyone can appreciate the beauty of this creature.

Of course, I'm talking about dead spiders, and living ones shouldn't be approached easily. "

"Spiders are often misunderstood, probably because of their eyes, which scare some people," Hagrid said.

"And those long pincers," Harry added.

"Hagrid, I don't want to sound stone-hearted at this time, but the venom of the Acromantula is quite rare. Can you allow me to extract a vial or two?"

"Ok?"

Aaron looked at Slughorn in disbelief, and then at Harry Potter who was looking confident and confident, and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

No wonder the prophecy book made such a prediction. It was probably the Acromantula's venom that gave Harry the opportunity to make a lie.