ebonymovies Chapter 1031 The Forbidden Forest is the safest place in the magical world!
Chapter 1031 The Forbidden Forest is the safest place in the magical world!
Chapter 1031 The Forbidden Forest is the safest place in the magical world!
From a scientific point of view, the generation of goodwill comes from the secretion of dopamine.
This is a very useful substance, especially in interpersonal communication.
After all, there is still a big gap between having a good impression and not having it.
When you have a good impression of a person, you can tolerate most of the other's shortcomings.
Even if you have a petty temper, you feel that you are acting like a baby, and you think it is quite interesting.
When the favor disappears, not to mention the ugly appearance, sometimes, every second of being together can be extremely disgusting.
Does Slughorn have a crush on Harry?
of course!
Eslaghorn's collectible, "The Boy Who Lived", is definitely a "baby" worth collecting.
Harry is also the son of Lily, his former favorite student.
Coupled with Snape's notes, Harry's potion level has reached an illusion of a very high level in a short period of time...
All things combined, Harry is indeed the student Slughorn likes the most besides William and Hermione.
This is what Dumbledore wanted to see.
With such a great situation, it is time to strike while the iron is hot and develop the relationship to a level of "godson" and "I will give you a pension".
With such a good relationship, it is easy to think of clichés or side-stepping.
But Harry, still in the affection stage, asked for the memory directly.
It's like you are having an affair with a girl, and you just ask her, what is the name of our future son...
Anyone will be scared away, right?
So Slughorn claimed to be sick because he was deliberately avoiding Harry, and felt that his approach had ulterior motives.
Then the relationship created before is gone, and it becomes completely estranged.
Harry was hopeless for the time being, so he had to think about plan B quickly.
With Easter fast approaching and the summer offensive looming, time really waits for no one.
What is B?
When you can't achieve your goal by brushing favorability, you can only rely on...violence.
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Inside the potions office,
There was a round table, ottomans, ottomans, drinks and books, boxes of chocolates and a pile of bulging cushions.
Slughorn sat comfortably on it, reading The Life and Lies of You-Know-Who.
From what he knew of Tom, there was obviously a lot of inaccuracy in it.
For example, the so-called first love of Myrtle.
But there are also many details that are indeed true, because he has also heard about them.
So Slughorn was also in a cold sweat, calling Voldemort terrible.
He opened the curtains and let the sun shine on him to drive out the chill.
That's great.
While basking in the sun, drinking afternoon tea and reading books.
It's so wonderful to get paid without going to class.
Slughorn decided to just let it go and muddle through the rest of the semester.
Let Severus take the lessons for himself, anyway, shouldn't young people do more work?
As for leaving Hogwarts?
Don't be ridiculous, in this magical world, where is there a safer place than here?
He would stay here as long as William and Dumbledore were at school.
The only thing worth noting is avoiding Harry and Dumbledore.
Yes, of course Slughorn was not ill, it was all faking.
Dumbledore used Harry to deal with him, so he would pretend to be sick, and see who can consume who?
Want to remember?No way unless he's dead! !
Just then, an owl flew over and dropped a letter.
Slughorn thought it was Dumbledore, or maybe Harry.
But I didn't expect that when I opened it, it wasn't the headmaster's slender italic characters, nor were Harry's words that seemed to be chewed by a dog.
It was a mess of scribbled letters, and a large blob of ink on the paper, making it hard to read.
Dear Professor Slughorn:
Aragog died... last night.
We discussed him at the beginning of school and you said you liked acromantia a lot and wanted to meet Aragog.
I know there aren't many wizards who like acromant the way we do.
If Aragog had known you earlier, he would have liked you and become good friends with you.
So it would mean a lot to me if you could come to the funeral this afternoon.
I planned to hold the funeral in the evening, which was his favorite time of day.
I know you're sick, and I didn't want to ask, but I can't face this alone.
Your faithful Hagrid.
Slughorn stared at the letter, hesitant to go to the funeral.
After all, being sick is his current personality design, so let's not go, and he really can't bear the poison of the acromantia.
He recently inquired again and found that the price of the acromantia continued to rise. It is said that he discovered a substance that prolongs life.
In the end, the idea of making money prevailed. After all, illness and eating are not in conflict.
Slughorn changed his gaudy robes into a solemn black dress after he had done some grooming.
He also brought two bottles of wine, ready to celebrate the poor beast... oh bah, to see him off after the burial.
What about the funeral?
After taking care of everything and feeling that nothing was overlooked, Slughorn left the office and walked towards Hagrid's cabin.
Along the way, he deliberately avoided the students to prevent being seen.
After crossing the grass, he came to Hagrid's house soon.
But he was stunned immediately, a big tall man and a young wizard were standing at the door waiting for him.
The big tall one was Hagrid, of course, and the young wizard...
"Good afternoon, Professor." William smiled.
"Merlin, William, why are you here? You startled me." Slughorn stopped suddenly and looked at him warily.
"I remember you don't have class this afternoon?"
Not only Harry and Dumbledore, but even William took precautions, as if frightened.
"I asked Professor McGonagall to help me take a break and come to the funeral." William said sadly:
"Aragok is my good friend, even though he is much older than me, we are friends who have never known each other.
The Acromantus family also helped me a lot. "
It is indeed too much help, not only helping William make money, but also enriching his food chain, and even working for free.
"Just you? Where's Harry?" Slughorn asked warily.
"Harry? Hagrid didn't invite him. Sixth graders have Apparation in the afternoon. So Hermione couldn't attend the funeral either."
"Oh, all right." Slughorn relaxed again.
"Come on, you two," said Hagrid hoarsely. "We're going to visit Aragog's body."
He sobbed and his eyes were red and swollen.On his arm, there is also a black sleeve, which seems to be made of rags dipped in shoe polish.
The three walked along the road to a clearing,
"Where is he buried, William? Here?" Slughorn asked in a low voice.
"No, deep in the Forbidden Forest." William said meaningfully.
"Forbidden Forest... is it safe?!"
"Don't you know?" William said with a half-smile:
"Hogwarts, Gringotts, and the Forbidden Forest... are the three safest places in the wizarding world.
Nowhere is it safer than the Forbidden Forest. "
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(End of this chapter)