Later, Hagrid, who was having fun, took out a few bottles of wine and used magic to put a full wine glass in front of everyone. Hagrid himself used a wooden cup the size of a bucket.

"Hagge, I think I can't..." Harry got the revelation of the Fuling agent and knew that he could not drink it, but before he could say the words he refused, he was interrupted by Hermione.

"Hagge! Be sober, Harry and I are both students! We can't drink!" Hermione reminded - although Allen has not graduated from age, he is already a professor at Hogwarts, and Luna is actually old... So Hermione struggled for a while and finally decided not to remind them.

"I drink a little bit of soup, so I won't drink Hagrid today." Allen's attention was still on the food, and he ate a little bit of it today.

"Oh, sorry Hermione! I forgot... hiccup~" Hagrid had already taken a big gulp by himself, and he burped.

"Drinking at all is not a problem. There were three professors present who didn't say anything. Do you want to be the teacher's good baby?" Penelo Nunu sneered with red lips, and looked at Alan who had served himself with another bowl of soup.

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

"I'm full, I'm going to the Forbidden Forest to take a walk and digest food." Luna stood up and waved her hands at the others, stroked her belly and turned around and went out - this made Penelo, who was trying to arouse Luna, turn her target on Miss Wanshitong in disappointment.

"I haven't drunk much recently..." Although Slughorn said so, his hand had raised his glass: "After your poor friend Robert was poisoned, I asked a house elf to taste every bottle of wine I collected. Although it's okay, I still dare not drink it. Who knows when the poison was released?"

Harry glanced at Hermione who was drinking with Penelo on the other side. He was very glad that she didn't seem to hear Slughorn's speech, otherwise Harry would have been able to imagine what Hermione would look like after hearing this abuse of the house elf - which also made Harry not minded to correct the fact that Slughorn misremembered Ron's name again.

"I raised him from an egg," Hager said sadly, "How small it was when it hatched, it was only as big as a pug."

"So cute." Slughorn compliments a little perfunctorily.

"I used to keep him in the school cabinet until...ah..." Hagrid's face turned gloomy.

Harry knew why: Tom Riddle led the secret room incident to Hager, and he was started by the school.

Slughorn looked at the ceiling, where there were several copper pots and some animal-looking furs: "Hagir, you have a lot of good things here... How about you? I saved so many valuable things and want to get married? How are you doing with Mrs. Maxim recently?"

"Olim? She's very good..." Hagrid's face turned red. "It's a bit inconvenient to go back and forth between Britain and France. We only meet on weekends, but everything else is fine."

Allen put down the soup bowl and patted his belly in a little indecent manner: "It seems that you and Mrs. Maxim's phantom movement have been well practiced, but it's better to be careful when the distance is too far."

"Don't worry about Allen, 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: "It's not as far as it can be crossed at once."

Slughorn didn't seem to be listening, and he took another sip and searched carefully in the cottage. Harry knew he was looking for more treasures and could exchange him for a lot of oak-aged honey wine, candied jackfruit and velvet smoking shirts.

Slughorn filled Hagrid and his cup again, asked the creatures living in the woods now, and asked Hagrid how he could take care of him. Hagrid became cheerful under the influence of alcohol and Slughorn's flattery, stopped wiping his eyes, and began to talk about the breeding of tree-guarding pots with great enthusiasm.

Later, not long after that~

Hermione's cheeks flushed and she lay on the table and lost consciousness.

Allen put down his glass and stood up: "Forget it, I'll send Hermione back to the lounge first... She's drunk as much as Draco."

"Shan Shan!" Penelo shouted with his eyes flowing, and then said to Allen, "Let Shan Shan send her. Shan Shan can send her directly to the bed. It is not convenient for you to teleport it directly in this time..."

Alan smiled bitterly: "...Don't say it seems that I often teleport myself to the girls' dormitory at other times..." Alan smiled bitterly:

With a "bang", she appeared in the cottage and bowed lowly to Penelo.

"Take her back to the girls' dormitory in Gryffindor." Penelo pointed to Hermione, who was drunk and ordered, "It's a bit late today, and you will have to compensate me when I deliver the medicine to my parents."

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

"Then, I'll go out to clean up and prepare to go back~" Penelo looked at the somewhat messy Hagrid cottage. She didn't even plan to ask for the tableware used by Hagrid and the others. She got up without any intention of cleaning up.

"Wait for me, I'm going to leave too, I'll take you out." Allen stared at Slughorn and Harry, and waved his hands at them as saying goodbye.

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

Alan, who was originally planning to help Penelo clean up, asked strangely: "Penelo, you are..."

"Your mom will love my craft, I'll go to the tower to send her a try," Penelo said confidently, and she discovered tonight that whether it's Fleur, Daisy or Emily, Harris's family had an overwhelming advantage over other women owners in cooking, besides Morgan LeFay and Hufflepuff in the portrait.

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

Under the moonlight, Allen said goodbye to Penelo, and black smoke emerged from the burning fire outside the Hager's cottage. Soon the smoke drifted away with the wind. Only Hager, Harry and Slughorn were left in Hager's cottage, and everyone else had left.

Harry sat on the chair, watching Hagrid and Slughorn drink and chat. Harry, who had changed from his previous situation to an observer, swayed easily under the chair, and his teeth were bored and lying under his feet.

Hagrid and Horaslughorn sat side by side in the corner opposite Harry, and Hagrid sang a soothing song about a dying wizard Odo Slughorn took a sip of wine and smiled happily at Hagrid, shaking his body gently as Hagrid's song.

"I raised him from a spider egg. When he first came out of the shell, he was still a small one, not much bigger than a small puppy. Do you know the size? The small puppy is about the same size." Hagrid was a little drunk. He kept gesturing different sizes, recalling Aragork sadly.

"It's so beautiful. I used to have a fish called Francis and I'm so close." Slughorn also seemed to be infected by Hagrid. He put away his smile and talked about his previous experience of raising pets. "One afternoon, when I went downstairs, he disappeared...'Puff' disappeared."

"It's very strange? Isn't it?" Haeger took a few more sips of wine.

"You lived through life, and suddenly it was gone." Horas also gave himself a mouthful of it: "Yes, but I think this is life."

Hagrid stared at her eyes in a daze, recalling Aragok sadly, and shook his wine glass and imitated Slughorn: "Puff!"

"puff!"

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

Harry was originally giggling at Hager and Slughorn's indulgence drinking, and when Slughorn's eyes met him, the smiles on each other's faces disappeared.

Slughorn's hands were placed on the table, his cheeks turned red under the influence of alcohol, and his appearance seemed even more old and weak: "It was a student who gave me Francis... One spring afternoon, I saw a small bowl on my table. There was a shallow pool of clear water, and a petal floated on the water. I looked at it, but it sank. Just when I was about to touch the bottom of the bowl, it deformed and turned into a small fish. It was so wonderful and pleasing to the eye... The petal was lily (Lily in English), as beautiful as your mother."

Harry didn't say anything, Slughorn's tone was very sad, "The day I went downstairs, the day when the bowl was empty, that was your mother..."

Slughorn couldn't continue to speak for a moment, and was silent for a moment. His eyes were wider than before. His greasy and false smile had completely disappeared. He looked at Harry with a serious expression, helpless and sad: "I know why you are here, but I can't help you. Helping you will ruin myself."

"Do you know how I survived, Professor?" Harry's eyes crossed the candlelight swaying in Hagrid's heavy snoring, and met Slughorn's eyes. His hand raised and touched his forehead. "The night I left this scar, it was because of her, because she sacrificed herself. Because she was unwilling to leave me for life."

The wrinkles on Slughorn's forehead were squeezing together layer by layer, and the water in his eyes was faintly soaked by water.

"Because her love is stronger than Voldemort's mana..." Harry continued.

Hearing this name, Slughorn shook his hands, closed his eyes and shook his hands repeatedly: "Don't say his name!"

"I'm not afraid to say this name! Professor, Britain is safe now. He was driven out like a betrayal dog. Now he dares not return to England." Harry's tone was a little fierce. He deliberately disdained. He stood up and walked towards Slughorn: "No matter whether the real savior is Allen, me, or Dumbledore, to completely solve him, we must know what you told him..."

Slughorn shook his head reflexively and refused, his old cheeks trembled slightly,

"Be brave, professor!" Harry continued to encourage, "Be brave like my mother, otherwise you can only shame her, otherwise the bowl in your heart will be empty forever."

Slughorn's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat. He looked at each other through the candle that she cried. Fuling agent told Harry not to interrupt the gaze and wait a little longer.

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

He reached into his pocket very slowly, pulled out his wand, and took out a small empty bottle from his cloak with his other hand. He still stared into Harry's eyes and raised his fat hand: "Even at that time, you can't imagine his strength."

Slughorn made up his mind, narrowed his eyes in pain, pressed his wand against his temple, and then took it away, pulling out a long silver-like memory. His hand trembled slightly, and Harry's hand reached out from the opposite side and held his wrist. Only then did Slughorn successfully put the silver-like thread into the bottle, and the memory circled in the transparent bottle.

In Hogwarts' office, located in the cold ground, the candles on the walls were lit, and they cast dim apertures. Snape looked at a pot of steaming mutton soup that suddenly appeared on his office desk, and was silent for a moment. He pointed to the storage cabinet beside him with a magic wand. A dirty spoon and a soup bowl flew out. After his home decoration in Spider-tail Alley, the furniture, tableware and cups were replaced with new ones, and these old things were taken to the office by him.
Chapter completed!