Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In the back garden, Ivan and Harry stopped at a distance.

Elaine approached Aragok a few steps and saw the furry head and eight weirdly curved spider legs and immediately threw up his tongue back.

Slughorn followed Hagrid all the way up to the spider's head, scrutinizing it at close range.

The top eight milky white eyes stared blindly at the dome, and the two curved giants stood motionless in the moonlight, causing palpitations.

“This must be Aragog. It's beautiful.” Slughorn said bending down in front of the big bang and seemed to be looking at Mawson's head.

As he moves, the tinkling of the bottle can be heard.

“Not everyone can appreciate its beauty, but Aragok's appeal to those who know it is endless.” Hagrid said deeply to Slughorn's back, tears flowing from his wrinkled eyes, "I never knew you were interested in animals like Aragoch. ”

“Interested? Dear Hagrid, I fear them.” Slughorn retreated from the front of the corpse and the flash of light flashed in the bottle, hiding in his cape.

Ivan blinked and the collection was successful?! Fast.

It is true that the master of magic medicine is also a master in the collection of magic materials.

For Slughorn's little movements, Hagrid didn't notice anything in the eye wipe.

“Now... shall we begin the funeral? ”

Hagrid nodded, walked forward and dragged up the giant spider.

He screamed and rolled it into the black pit.

Hagrid cried again when the body hit the bottom of the pit with a terrible squeaky loud noise.

“Of course, you can't stand it, because you know it best, you're the closest person to it, you're the best human friend in Aragok.” Slughorn only got Hagrid's elbow, but he shot him, "if you don't mind. ”

He walked to the pit with a satisfied smile on his face.

Slughorn said in slow, solemn terms, "Goodbye, Aragok, King of Spiders, and those who know you will not forget your long-standing loyal friendship! Though your flesh will rot, your spirit will remain forever in the quiet, web of your Forest House. May your seemingly prolific descendants and may your human friends be comforted in grief.

“Yes, yes... it's beautiful!” The Hagrid screamed, poured on the pile of shit, and cried even harder, "Ooh, that's great of you to come, I can never say that. ”

“Well, don't be too sad, Hagrid!” Slughorn said a wand, and that pile of dirt rose up and depressed the dead spider, forming a smooth mound, "Let's go inside and have a drink, boys, lift him up, um, just let Ivan and Harry come, Elaine, you don't have to help. ”

Under Slughorn's command, Ivan and Harry struggled to lift the sad Hagrid to a chair at the table, where several people sat around him.

The teeth, which had been hiding in the basket during the funeral, now gently walked over and laid their heavy heads on his legs, as usual.

Slughorn opened a bottle of wine he brought and poured half the bottle into a cup the size of a Hagna bucket, making a grunting, grunting sound.

“I checked, absolutely no poison.” He said, "Harry, after what happened to your poor friend Robert, I let a little elvish taste every bottle of wine. ”

This is a typical case of abuse of the Elvish family, fortunately Hermione is not here.

“One for me, one for Ivan, one for Harry...” Slughorn poured the second bottle into three cups in front of himself, Ivan and Harry, respectively, and then stopped at Elaine's, uncertainly asking, “Elaine, can you drink? ”

“She drinks milk!” Evan said, take out a bottle and pour it into Elaine's cup.

“I want to taste the wine.” Elaine demanded.

“You can't drink!” Evan remembers the terrible things that happened after Elaine had a little wine last time.

“I can drink!” Elaine protested.

“Relax, Evan, our Elaine is a big girl now, she's old enough to drink, and what better time than that!” Slughorn said.

“Then give her some.” Evan hesitated to say that the point now was not whether Elaine should drink, but whether Slughorn should give up his memory.

Ivan took the bottle and, under Elaine's watchful eye, poured her a little.

“More! ”

“Enough, you just taste it.” Ivan said, staring at Elaine and asking her not to drink more, who knows what she would look like if she did.

Hermione's not here, Ivan can't get Elaine alone.

“Okay!” saw Ivan pour it on Elaine, Slughorn raised the cup high, “for Aragoch. ”

“Aragok.” Together, raise the cup.

Slughorn and Hagrid drank a big bite, and Harry learned the revelation of the funeral, knowing that he couldn't, pretended to take a sip and put the cup back on the table.

Ivan glanced at Elaine slightly, somewhat worried.

Elaine picked up the cup carefully, drank a little of her drink mixed with blood, milk and wine, and sat there smashing her mouth.

“I raised him from an egg.” Hagrid sadly said, putting the cup heavily on the table, "How small it was when it hatched, it was just that big of a habbard dog. ”

“So cute.” Slughorn said.

“Yeah, I used to keep him in the school cabinet until... Alas..."

Hagrid's face sank and he remembered being kicked out of school.

But Slughorn didn't seem to be listening, he was just staring at the ceiling with a couple of copper pots and a long bunch of smooth, shiny white hair.

“Isn't that unicorn hair, Hagrid? ”

“Oh, unicorn hair!” Hagrid carelessly said, "It's pulled from the tail, hung from the woods to the branches...”

“But my dear friend, do you know how much that's worth? ”

“Worthless, when the animal was injured, I bandaged it," Hagrid shrugged his shoulder, “especially well made, especially sturdy, you see. ”

He picked up the unicorn tails and pulled them hard.

It was only then that Ivan discovered that Hagrid was probably the richest man, and no wizard other than him would be so luxurious as to make bandages out of unicorn hair.

While Ivan, Harry and Slughorn were watching Hagrid show how sturdy those unicorn tails were, Elaine took another sip of her cup...