Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Aragog." Everyone present raised their glasses and said together, and then took a gulp. Only Harry, because he felt that there was a small amount of Veritaserum in the wine, the intuition brought by the Flux told him that he couldn't drink it, so he pretended After taking a sip, he put the glass back on the table.

"I raised him from an egg," said Hagrid sadly. "How small he was when he hatched, the size of a pug."

"It's lovely," said Slughorn, finding Harry staring at him with unnatural excitement.

Hermione asked in surprise, "You were born the size of a pug?"

Ron sullenly watched a few people chat about a spider.

"Yes, when he was alive...you don't know how majestic he was! I used to keep him in the school cupboard until...well..."

"Beautiful, isn't that unicorn hair over there, Hagrid?" Slughorn looked at the wall.

"Oh, it's unicorn hair," said Hagrid nonchalantly. "It was ripped from the tail and hung on a branch in the woods..."

"But dear friend, do you know how much that's worth?"

"I use it to bandage the animals when they're hurt," Hagrid said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's so good... so strong, you see."

While Professor Slughorn was chatting with Hagrid about the many treasures in the house, Lockhart took out a few bottles of good wine from Three Broomsticks from his bag and replaced them under Hermione's cover, which were already empty. The first bottle of wine, Harry also reacted quickly to refill Slughorn under the action of the Flux, and Slughorn took another sip unsuspectingly.

"Unicorns are full of good things!" Lockhart also drank a little wine. Anyway, a small amount of Veritaserum is harmless to people. "Its blood can make people live forever, but unfortunately there is a curse in it!"

Ron sipped his drink glumly, completely speechless.

"Yeah, if unicorn blood wasn't cursed..." Slughorn joined the conversation, drinking unsuspecting cup after cup...

After about an hour, everyone but Harry was almost drunk and slumped in their chairs contentedly. Ron and Hagrid were both asleep, Lockhart and Slughorn. Also drunk, the wine is really good, and one person drank a little more in order to get drunk on the other...

Hermione also had a few drinks. After sitting for a while, I suddenly cried without warning. I don't know if it was because of being drunk or because of the effect of a small amount of Veritaserum.

"What's wrong,

Honey? Lockhart was most afraid of girls crying, so he hugged Hermione in his arms. "What's wrong, tell me." "

"I really failed..." Hermione burst into tears, "You were the first man I liked, but you were one step behind her..." Hermione cried so much that she couldn't finish her words, "As a result, my first love Just being a third party! What a failure...my relationship history is a joke! It's not fair..."

Lockhart couldn't bear it anymore, but what could he do. "I'm sorry, Hermione, for making your first love so imperfect..." He stroked Hermione's back, which was constantly heaving from sobbing, "but I promise, as long as you don't leave me. I'll do my best to make you happy... "

"Gidro, you don't know...how handsome you were in class," Hermione lowered her voice, "it seems to be monopolizing you... being your wife, and being with you for the rest of your life..."

Hermione buried her face in Lockhart's chest, cried for a while, and fell asleep.

"Poor girl." Slughorn looked dazedly at Hermione and Lockhart, "but they're a good match, aren't they, Harry...your parents...among wizards their age, Also the best couple I've ever seen... terrifying... terrifying..."

"...scary." Hagrid moved in his sleep, his unkempt head rolled into his arms, and he snored deeply.

"That's how life is..." Slughorn said with a hiccup. "Beautiful things. It's always easy to hurt... If you don't appreciate it, it's all gone..."

"Yeah..." Harry realized that his chance had finally come. "I've seen pictures of them, it's great, but when I was a year old, they just died..."

Slughorn didn't seem to know what to say. Go back to the glass to add wine. "I think—you don't remember, Harry?" he asked awkwardly.

"Don't remember—I was a year old when they died," said Harry, staring at the candle flickering in Hagrid's heavy snoring, "but after Voldemort's resurrection, for some connection, I got my name from his I see a lot in my memory. My father died first, you know?"

"I—I don't know," Slughorn said weakly.

Lockhart couldn't hold the drunk Hermione, her head slid down, and finally leaned against Lockhart's thigh, flushed red, her skin still delicate and smooth, with only a few freckles, but it looked even more lovely. She seemed to dream of something happy, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

At this point, Harry struggled to get Slughorn to speak—

"Yes... Voldemort killed him, he didn't even have his wand... and walked over to my mother over his body."

Slughorn shuddered violently, but couldn't seem to take his terrified gaze from Harry's face.

"He told my mother to go away," said Harry relentlessly. "She could have lived, he just wanted to kill me, she could have escaped."

"Oh my God," Slughorn didn't seem to want to hear the horror story, but couldn't raise his hand to cover his ears, "she could have...she didn't have to...it's horrible..."

"Yeah," Harry said in a whisper, "but she didn't move. Daddy was dead and she didn't want me to die. She knelt down and tried to plead with Voldemort...but he just laughed..."

"Enough!" Slughorn exclaimed suddenly, raising his trembling hands. "Really, dear boy, that's enough...I'm an old man...I don't need to hear...I don't want to hear..."

"You like her, don't you?"

"Like her?" said Slughorn, tears welling up in his eyes again, "I can't imagine anyone who has seen her not like her...very brave...very lively...ah, the scariest thing……"

"But you wouldn't help her son. She gave me her life, and you wouldn't even give me a memory."

Hagrid's thunderous snoring filled the cabin. Lockhart touched Hermione's slightly undulating shoulders lightly, looking expectantly into Slughorn's tearful eyes.

"Don't say that," he whispered, "if it can help you...of course it's not a problem...but that thing is useless..."

"Useful," Harry said clearly, "Dumbledore needs to know, I need to know, we need to know, what question Tom Riddle asked you, and how did you answer it."

Slughorn was still hesitating, but this time, the Flux was clearly doing the right thing on Harry, who, without appearing to be aggressive, was inadvertently pressing Slughorn—

"I am the savior, I have to kill him, I need that memory."

Slughorn turned even paler, sweat glistening on his forehead.

"Are you the savior?"

"Of course," said Harry calmly.

"But... dear boy... you're asking too much... in fact, you're asking me to help you destroy—"

"You don't want to get rid of the wizard who killed Lily Evans, my mother?" Harry looked him in the eye. "Be brave, Professor!"

Slughorn said nothing, but looked terrified.

"Brave like my mother, Professor..." Harry put his hand on Slughorn's shoulder. "Otherwise, she'll die worthless."

Hagrid twitched in the dream and continued to snore, while Ron and Hermione slept soundly. Slughorn and Harry just looked at each other, and the silence lasted for a long time, and the Flux made Harry look bright and piercing.

Finally Slughorn put his hand into his pocket very slowly, drew his wand, and with the other hand took a small empty bottle out of the cloak. Still staring into Harry's eyes, he pressed the tip of his wand to his temple, then pulled it away. The tip of the wand brought out a long silver thread of memory. It stretched longer and longer, and at last it broke, and a silver light shone on the tip of the staff. Slughorn put it in the bottle, and the silver wire rolled up, then unfolded, swirling like gas. He cocked the bottle cap with trembling hands and handed it to Harry across the table.

"You're a good boy," said Slughorn, tears streaming down his fat cheeks. "You have eyes like hers... don't think too bad of me after seeing this..."

He also put his head in his arms, sighed, and fell asleep. (To be continued.)