Chapter 556: Simplified Felicity Potion, Aragog's Funeral (1/2)

Chapter 556 Simplified version of Elixir of Fortune, Aragog’s funeral

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 it your good idea? If I hadn't alerted the enemy, this task wouldn't be so difficult.

Besides, I have worked very hard, and now I have to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity for him to feel comfortable 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's easy to take the initiative, but once things go wrong, it's 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?"

"What comes to mind?"

"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 pill, 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..."

"Why didn't I 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, tranquillizer... in short, there are various There are all kinds of medicines.

In addition to the 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 grab 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 scrawl, 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 100 million. "

"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, the secret of Horace 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 at the same time, thinking about MMP in their hearts. They didn't know whether they should say it 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 think it's low to touch 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 going to collect some money from spiders later, so he felt a little bit 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 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.

When it was alive, they listened to it, but after it died, it became a big meal for them, and I managed to steal its body out with great difficulty. "

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

A tall half-giant could actually steal a larger corpse from the nest of the Acromantula without any injury.

If it was Dumbledore, it would be fine, he has the strength, but Hagrid... he might be in danger if he is not careful!

"It's not easy, right?"

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

"Great, you are really awesome!" Aaron exclaimed, then looked at Aragog's claws, "There is something I don't know if I should say, Aragog is dead, but its venom is useful to me, I want to collect some... do you mind?"

"No mind, what should I mind?

I have asked it for venom before, it has 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 out of breath.

"Harry, you are here, and...Horace?" Hagrid was a little confused, he didn't remember writing a letter to Slughorn.

"You can't leave the castle at night, it's safer for Harry to have me with you." Slughorn explained absentmindedly, but his eyes were fixed on Aragog's body.

"It's my fault," Hagrid said after realizing it, "I thought you were wearing an invisibility cloak..."

"Don't worry, Professor Slughorn wants to come to the funeral after hearing about it," Harry comforted, "He also brought a few bottles of wine to commemorate 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 do you know it's beautiful?" Aaron asked puzzled, "This is an eight-eyed giant spider, 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 you can't get close to living ones easily."

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

"And those long claws." Harry added.

"Hagrid, I don't want to sound hard-hearted at this moment, but the venom of the Acromanthus is quite rare. Can I extract a vial or two?"

"Hmm?"

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

No wonder the prophecy book made such a prediction. It turned out that the venom of the Acromanthus gave Harry the opportunity to ask questions.