Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

"Don't go to Hagrid's just yet, I don't know why, it's just an urge," said Harry.

"Impulse? Are you okay?" Elaine looked at him suspiciously, "Go to the vegetable garden at this time?"

"Should be all right, I can sense something good will happen in the vegetable garden at this time," said Harry.

"Come on, Elaine, Harry is the luckiest person right now, and we're right to follow his feelings." Ivan said, "Don't believe in reason, it's unreliable."

Sometimes, such as the current situation, Harry's feeling is more reliable than any rational analysis.

So, the three of them changed their direction and walked towards the vegetable garden.

Sure enough, when they got there, they found Professor Slughorn talking to Professor Sprout.

Elaine, who was still a little skeptical, looked at Slughorn in surprise, and then turned to look at Harry.

"You know he's here? A prophecy?" she whispered as the three of them hid behind a low stone wall.

"No, it's the feeling!" said Harry, not terribly surprised.

"This is the power of luck." Ivan sighed in a low voice, listening to the conversation between Slughorn and Professor Sprout.

"Thank you very much for your trouble, Pomona," said Slughorn politely. "Most authorities agree that the drug works best when picked at dusk."

"Oh, I quite agree with that," said Sprout enthusiastically. "Is that enough?"

"Enough, enough!" thanked Slughorn repeatedly, hugging a large handful of leaves. "My third graders will each get a few leaves, and we can have some left over in case anyone overcooks. Now, Good night and thanks again!"

Professor Sprout walked towards the greenhouse in the twilight, and Slughorn walked towards the place where Ivan, Harry, and Elaine were.

"It's now!" Harry said, and rushed out, "Good evening, Professor."

"My God, Harry, you surprised me." Slughorn stopped suddenly, looked at him vigilantly, and then moved his eyes to Ivan and Elaine behind him, "God, you How did you get out of the castle?"

"I think Filch forgot to lock the door," said Harry cheerfully, pleased to see Slughorn frowning.

"Really? I'm going to denounce that man to the headmaster. I think he's more concerned about trash than the safety of students and teachers. But why are you three here?"

"It was to attend Aragog's funeral," Elaine replied.

"Who is Aragog?" Slughorn asked suspiciously.

"A large spider."

Regarding Elaine's answer, Slughorn's expression became even more puzzled.

"It's actually about Hagrid, Professor," said Harry. "He's upset, you won't tell anyone, Professor? We don't want to get him into trouble..."

"Yes, this matter is a secret, we promised Hagrid to keep it a secret for him." Ivan added.

"A secret?" Slughorn's curiosity was obviously aroused, he said roughly, "I can't promise to keep it a secret for him, but I know that Dumbledore trusts Hagrid deeply, so I believe Hagrid Not too scary..."

"It was the giant eight-eyed spider, the spider called Aragog, which Hagrid had kept for years. It lived in the woods, and it could talk and do many things..."

"Oh, I've heard of those acromanders too." Slughorn said softly, looking at the dark woods. "Do they live in the woods?"

"Yes, we have cleared it before, and the venom of the giant spider is a very precious potion material." Ai Wen said.

"Very precious potion material, the market price is very high, it can be used for configuration..." Slughorn stopped, "Let's talk about that spider named Aragog, what's wrong with it?"

"It died last night. Hagrid was very sad. He wanted someone to bury Aragog with him. The three of us came out to attend his funeral."

"Oh, touching, touching," said Slughorn absently, his large eyes with drooping lids fixed on the light of Hagrid's cabin in the distance.

"You know, professor, Aragog is the first acromantula raised by Hagrid, and he is also the longest living and largest acromantula in the world." Ivan said, "I heard , as a potion material, the longer the giant spider lives, the more precious its venom will be."

"Yes, you are right, Ivan." Slughorn said eagerly, "The venom of the acromantula is very precious. The bigger the spider, the longer it survives, the more precious it is. If that The animal has just died, and the venom may not be dry yet, so now is the best time to collect it, do you want to collect it? Can you three do it?"

"I'm not sure. After all, it's the first time to collect venom from such a big spider. It would be great if you could go to the scene and guide us." Aiwen said, "After all, such a precious thing, it's best not to waste it. Professor, would you like to help us?"

"I can go." Slughorn immediately agreed, as if he felt that his appearance was not reserved enough, and said seriously, "Of course, if Hagrid is not happy, I don't want to be presumptuous, but if there is a way to get some, we will It's best not to waste this opportunity... You know, if that giant acromantula is really as big as you said, Aiwen, then its venom may be more precious than imagined."

"Well, we shouldn't miss it," Slughorn went on, more like talking to himself, "it seems wasteful not to collect it, maybe a pint is worth hundreds of galleons, to be honest, I The salary is not high..."

After waiting for a while, seeing that he hadn't responded, Ivan asked again, "Professor, are you willing to go to Aragog's funeral and help us by the way?"

"I daresay Hagrid would probably be more than happy to see Aragog off if you wanted to go!" followed Harry.

"Um, ah, yes, of course I would," said Slughorn, his eyes sparkling now, "Okay, Alvin, Harry, Elaine, wait for me, I'll bring a Two bottles of wine to meet you down below, and we'll see off the poor brute, well, after the burial. I'll go and change my tie, it's too fancy..."

He hurried back to the castle, and Ivan, Harry, and Elaine strolled towards Hagrid.

"It's unbelievable, we succeeded, and he accepted our invitation." Harry thought for a while and said, "But I don't think it's a matter of course."

"That's because you have the help of the Felicity Potion. For us, it is already incredible." Ai Wen said.

Chapter 1454 Aragog's Funeral

If it was normal, let alone the invitation, Slughorn would have "run away" as soon as he saw the two of them.

"Is it incredible that he accepted the invitation? I think we've already succeeded when he heard that the venom is worth a lot of Galleons." Elaine said disapprovingly, "It's really greedy for money, what's the use of asking for so much gold?! "

Ai Wen didn't want to answer her question.

What do you want gold for?

What a naive question, why don't you need money!

Not to mention, the price of the things she eats every day is not cheap. If there is not enough gold, it depends on what Elaine drinks.

At that time, she will not ask what is the use of gold, but to find a way to make money.

Looking at Elaine who looked down on Slughorn, Aiwen felt that the road of education was a long way to go. After teaching her how to retaliate correctly, he also had to teach her to develop a correct view of money. It's not easy having a vampire classmate.

Think about it, not to mention a lot of extra expenses, but also to be bitten from time to time, to be fed blood every night, to teach the correct three views...

Tired, tired heart, tired body, Ivan felt his body was hollowed out.

The three of them walked towards Hagrid's cabin, covering their figures with the invisibility cloak so that they would not be seen by the people inside the castle.

"You're here!" The three of them had just approached the hut to reveal themselves when Hagrid opened the door.

His voice was hoarse, and his face was full of sadness and exhaustion.

"Hagrid, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little sad, but that's okay," said Hagrid, sobbing loudly.

He made himself a black oversleeve, which seemed to be made of a rag dipped in shoe polish.

"Sorry, Hagrid, Hermione and Ron can't come, it's too late, they..."

"It doesn't matter, it will be very touched if the three of you can come, especially you, Aiwen, it is very meaningful for you to come, you know, Aragog has always missed you. You saved it back then, and it is here Before I left, I still chanted your name, and I always wanted to thank you in front of your face."

"Well, I'm also very impressed with it." Ivan paused, not quite sure what to say.

Not so much thanks?He felt that the reason why Aragog could not forget him was more likely because he wanted to drag him to hell with him.

"You still remember him, I know."

"Yeah, it's a good spider, and I feel sorry for its passing." Ivan said against his will, "It's too sudden!"

"Thank you, Evan!" Hagrid sobbed again, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, "It's too old, but fortunately it didn't suffer much."

Ivan and Harry walked over and patted his arm comfortingly, which was the highest part they could reach without much effort.

Elaine looked into the room curiously, but didn't see Aragog.

"Hagrid, that big spider, where is it?"

"There! Outside!"

The three of them followed the direction of his finger and saw a rather terrifying scene, which was horrifying.

At the back of Hagrid's cabin lay a huge dead spider, its legs bent and tangled, lying on its back.

Aragog, in its present form, was less intimidating than it had been alive, but no less terrifying.

Or it might be even more terrifying, the skin is an unhealthy gray, Ivan never thought that the spider's body would be like this.

"Wow!" Elaine exclaimed, but took two steps forward to observe carefully.

Harry looked away unnaturally, and asked, "Where are you going to bury it? In the woods, Hagrid?"

"No, that's where it's sad, you know, many of its descendants died in the woods because of the students' siege and cleanup before, I don't blame everyone for doing this, but..." Hagrid said, wiping the corner of his shirt. Wiping his tearful eyes, "At the last moment of its life, it has not far returned to its original lair and forest. It said it made it sad, and I am going to put it..."

He didn't finish, sobbing again.

Ivan, Harry, and Elaine had to pat his arm to comfort him.

"Hagrid, we ran into Professor Slughorn on the way," said Harry suddenly, and the potion seemed to imply just that.

"No trouble?" said Hagrid, looking up in horror. "I know you shouldn't have left the castle at night. It's all my fault."

"Don't worry, it's nothing," Elaine said. "He's excited to hear what we're going to do."

"That's right," Harry explained hastily. "When Professor Slughorn heard we were going to Aragog's funeral, he said he wanted to come and say goodbye to Aragog too. He's gone back to change, I think." , he also said that he would bring some wine to commemorate Aragog..."

"Really?" Hagrid said, looking at the three of them in disbelief, with a look of surprise and touch on his face, "That, that, that guy is so kind, not only did he not report on you, but he even came to help you. Gork sees him off. Horace Slughorn, I've never had much of a relationship, and he's had a crush on me in school, but he's coming to see Aragog off? Well, he'll like it, Aragog gram……"

Well, Aragog should like Slughorn, and it likes Ivan so much that it wants to eat him.

Slughorn's fat body is too delicious for the acromantula.

"Hagrid, you haven't said where you plan to bury it? It won't be in your garden?"

If so, the back garden of Hagrid's cabin would definitely be one of the scariest locations in Hogwarts.

If word spread, countless students who were bored and looking for excitement would come to pay their respects to Aragog.

"No, I want to bury it behind the pumpkin patch." Hagrid choked, "I've already dug the grave, I'm ready, I just think we should say something, beautiful, nostalgic, to make it feel at ease If you leave..."

His voice trembled and there was a knock on the door.

He turned to open the door, blowing his nose on a spotted bandanna.

Slughorn stepped through the door hastily, bottles in his arms and a black scarf around his neck.

"Hagrid!" he said in a low, solemn tone, "I'm sorry."

"That's kind of you, Professor!" said Hagrid. "Thank you very much, and thank you for not locking up the three of them..."

"I can't even imagine it in my dreams." Slughorn said, "Sad night, sad night, I suddenly remembered that Aragog should be the spider you raised when you were in Hogwarts, right? So many years in the blink of an eye, hey, where is the poor animal?"

"Outside," said Hagrid in a trembling voice, "shall we, shall we start now?"

Slugher nodded, and the five of them walked into the back garden.

There was still some cold evening wind blowing, and the moon shone dimly between the trees, mingling with the light from Hagrid's window, illuminating Aragog's body lying on the edge of a large pit, next to a pile of Ten feet of new soil.

Chapter 1455 Drink and drink

In the back garden, Ivan and Harry stopped far away.

Elaine took a few steps closer to Aragog, saw the big furry head and eight strangely curved spider legs, and immediately retreated with her tongue out.

Instead, Slughorn followed Hagrid all the way to the spider's head, scrutinizing it closely.

The eight milky white eyes on the top stare blankly at the sky, and the two curved big turtles are motionless in the moonlight, making one's heart palpitate.

"This must be Aragog, it's so beautiful." Slughorn said as he bent down in front of Da'ao, as if he was inspecting that big hairy head.

Following his movements, the clink of bottles could be vaguely heard.

"Not all people can appreciate its beauty, but for those who understand them, Aragog's appeal is infinite." Hagrid said affectionately to Slughorn's back, tears streaming from his eyes. The wrinkled eyes rolled down, "I never knew you were interested in animals like Aragog."

"Interested? Dear Hagrid, I'm in awe of them." Slughorn stepped back from the corpse, the bottle's light glinting off his cloak.

Aiwen blinked his eyes, the acquisition was successful? !The speed is so fast.

Sure enough, the potion master is also a master in the collection of potion materials.

Hagrid, who was wiping his eyes, didn't notice Slughorn's little move.

"Now... shall we begin the funeral?"

Hagrid nodded, stepped forward, and dragged the giant spider.

He yelled and rolled it into the black pit.

There was a terrible crunch as the body hit the bottom of the pit, and Hagrid cried again.

"Of course, you can't stand it, because you know it best, are its closest person, and are Aragog's best human friend." Slughorn could only reach Hagrid's elbow, but he still patted Pat him, "If you don't mind, let me say a few words."

With a satisfied smile on his face, he walked to the edge of the pit.