Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

This time, Elaine straightened the glass of milk against the wine and shook her head slightly, reaching for enough bottles on the table.

Ivan stopped her, touched her with his foot under the table, told her she couldn't drink anymore!

Elaine raised her head and looked up at Ivan, with a rare redness in her white face, and those burgundy eyes seemed to be deeper, glittering in candlelight.

The two eyes exchanged briefly, and Ivan defeated and gave her a little more, silently telling Elaine not to mess up.

And don't get too far. She's just a kid. She can't drink!

Slughorn's eyes shifted from Hagrid's unicorn fur just as Ivan and Elaine spoke silently.

He started searching the cabin carefully for more treasures that could replace him with lots of oak aged honey, pineapple candy and velvet smoking shirts. Slughorn then filled Hagrid and his cup again and asked how so many animals Hagrid could take care of.

Hagrid cheered up with the action of alcohol and the admiration of Slughorn, stopped wiping his eyes and began to speak vibrantly about the raising of a tree pot.

At this point, the funeral gently pushed Harry.

He noticed that Slughorn was about to run out of wine and that he would not continue to cast a full spell silently, but it was ridiculous what he could not do tonight.

Harry pointed the wand in the belly of the table towards the empty cup and the cup filled immediately.

Neither Hagrid nor Slughorn noticed that they were now sharing stories of illegal trade in dinosaur eggs, and Ivan saw that he had made a gesture to show him.

You don't need to make a sound, you don't even need a wand, Evan can impose a wine spell and a full spell.

Just saw Slughorn's cup full and empty and soon full again.

But this way, he doesn't have time for Elaine, but as long as he takes care of the bottle, it should be fine...

The conversation continued and the atmosphere grew stronger.

Unconsciously, Ivan and Harry drank a lot, and Elaine drank a lot secretly, but it didn't matter.

Even the three of them, not to mention Hagrid and Slughorn.

About an hour later, they started toasting indulgently: for Aragoch, for Hogwarts, for Dumbledore, for the elves, for…

“For Harry Potter!” Hagrid roared, draining the fourteenth barrel of wine and pouring his chin. He had no idea and had taken the initiative to fill his glass with wine.

“Yeah!” Slughorn screamed somewhat vaguely, "For Barry Walter, the savior, um, pretty much that. ”

He mumbled, and drank with him.

“Next drink, for Ivan. Mason!”

“To force the god of beauty!” Slughorn drank again.

Ask Meizu who? Ivan silently recited a spell that filled his glass.

Slughorn looks drunk, but he's actually not that drunk.

He remembered his purpose, and not long later, Hagrid shoved the tail of the unicorn into Slughorn's hands in tears.

He put them in his clothes pocket and shouted, "For friendship! For generosity! One for ten gallons! ”

For a while, Hagrid and Slughorn sat side by side, hugging each other, singing a soothing song, singing a dying sorcerer, Ordo.

“Ah, good people don't live long!” Hagrid slumped to the table, he had a bit of a right eye, he was near the limit, and he was still trembling. “My dad left so young, so did your parents, Harry...”

Big teardrops poured out of Hagrid's wrinkled eyes again, and he grabbed Harry's arm and shook, “The best pair of witches I've ever seen at their age... horrible, horrible...”

Next to him, Slughorn sang sadly, "How sad and sad it was that Hero Audo was brought back to his hometown, to a place he knew as a child, his hat turned over, buried in the earth, and his wand broke into two sections. ”

“Well, scary, scary!” Hagrid hummed, his fluttering head rolling into his arms and snoring low.

“I'm sorry!” Slughorn hit a hiccup and said, "I never sing in tune. ”

“Hagrid's not talking about your song, Professor. ”

“He's talking about my mom and dad's death.” Harry said softly.

“Oh!” Slughorn suppressed a hiccup and said, displaying a sudden look, "Oh, yeah, that's really scary, scary, scary...”

He didn't seem to know what to say and went to add wine to the glass.

Ivan didn't say anything either, because Harry seemed to have thought about it.

“You don't remember that, do you, Harry?” Slughorn asks clumsily.

“No, I was only a year old when they died.” Harry said, staring at the candle fire swinging in Hagrid's heavy snoring, "but then I learned a lot, from the others, I heard that my father died first, professor, you know? ”

“I, I don't know.” Slughorn's voice said faintly.

“It was Voldemort who killed him and crossed his body and walked towards my mother.” Harry continues to say sadly.

Slughorn shuddered and his eyes grew scared.

He tried to turn his head over, but it seemed like a piece of magic was affecting him and he couldn't get that fear out of Harry's face.

“He told my mom to go away.” Harry ruthlessly said, "Voldemort told me that she could have stayed alive, that he only wanted to kill me, that she could have escaped. ”

“Oh, my God!” Slughorn whispered, “She could have... she didn't... it was horrible, it was horrible! ”

“Yeah!” Harry approached Slughorn, his voice almost whispered, “But she didn't move, she stopped in front of Voldemort's wand, Dad was dead, she didn't want me to die, she protected me, she tried to plead with Voldemort, but he just laughed and didn't hesitate to kill...”

“Enough!” Slughorn suddenly shouted, raising his trembling hand and falling out of the tail of the unicorn in his arms, it was all pending, “Really, enough, dear child, enough, stop it, I'm just an old man, I don't need to hear it, I don't want to hear it...”

“You like my mom, don't you?” Blinking leads Harry to know what to say, "you said earlier, she's your favorite student. ”

“Harry! Slughorn said," I can't imagine anyone who's ever seen her not liking her, very brave, very lively, very smart, very likable, and she was my favorite student. Ah, the scariest thing... ”

“Yeah, you liked her so much you wouldn't help her son. She gave me her life, and you wouldn't even give me a memory. ”

Hagrid Ruleigh's snoring filled the cabin, and Ivan focused on Harry and Slughorn.

Next to him, Elaine sat quietly in the chair, and Ha looked firmly into Slughorn's tearful eyes and seemed unable to divert his gaze.

“Don't say that, Harry, don't say that, please, don't say that again!” He whispered, "If it helps you, of course it's not a problem, it's not a problem at all, but that thing is useless...”

“Works!" Harry made it clear, "Dumbledore needs to know, I need to know, it's the biggest help for us, we need that memory. ”

“That memory is important, Professor.” Evan said softly that he thought Harry was a little brave, so to speak with Slughorn, is that really okay?

But Harry knew he was safe, and Fortune told him Slughorn would not remember anything tomorrow morning...