A Magical Hogwarts

Vol 7 Chapter 117: The Forbidden Forest is the safest place in the wizarding world!

From a scientific point of view, the generation of good feelings stems 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 and not having such a thing.

When you have a good impression of a person, you can tolerate most of the other's shortcomings.

Even if you have a small temper, you feel that you are acting like a spoiled child, and you think it is quite interesting.

When the good feelings disappear, let alone the disgusting face, sometimes, every second of getting along may be extremely disgusting.

Did Slughorn have a crush on Harry?

certainly!

Ezlughorn's hobby of collecting, "The Boy Who Lived", is definitely a treasure to be treasured.

Harry is also the son of his once proud student Lily.

Coupled with Snape's notes, Harry's potion level has reached a very high level of illusion in a short period of time...

After all, Harry was indeed Slughorn's favorite student besides William and Hermione.

This is what Dumbledore wants to see.

In such a good situation, it is time to strike while the iron is hot, to take the relationship further, and develop it into the level of "god son" and "I will give you old age".

When the relationship is so good, it's easy to think about clichés or side-by-side.

But Harry, still in the good impression stage, asked for the memory directly.

It's like you are having an affair with a girl, and you ask her, what is the name of our future son...

Anyone would be scared away, right?

So Slughorn called him ill, that is, he was deliberately avoiding Harry, feeling that his approach had ulterior motives.

Then the relationship that was created before will also disappear, and it will become completely estranged.

Harry couldn't count on it for the time being, so he had to quickly consider Plan B.

Easter is just around the corner, and the summer offensive is imminent, time really doesn’t wait for anyone.

What is B?

When you can't achieve your goal by brushing your favorability, you can only rely on... violence.

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Inside the Potions Office,

There was a round table, soft chairs, ottomans, drinks and books, and boxes of chocolates and bulging cushions.

Slughorn sat comfortably on it, reading The Life and Lies of Mysterious Man.

From what he knew about Tom, there was clearly a lot of inaccuracies in it.

For example, Myrtle, the so-called first love.

But there are also many details, which are indeed true, because he also heard about it.

So Slughorn was also in a cold sweat, calling Voldemort terrible.

He opened the curtains and let the sun shine down on him to chase away the chill.

That's great.

While basking in the sun, drinking afternoon tea and sipping books.

You don't have to go to class, and you can get paid for nothing. It's really wonderful.

Slughorn decided to just let the rest of the semester go by.

Let Severus go to class for himself, anyway, young people should do more work, shouldn't they?

As for leaving Hogwarts?

Stop teasing, in this magical world, where can there be 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 wasn't sick, it was all fake.

Dumbledore takes Harry against him, then he pretends to be sick and sees who can beat 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 Harry.

But I didn't expect that when I opened it, it wasn't the headmaster's slender italicized words, or Harry's words that seemed to be bitten by a dog.

It was a mess of scribbled letters, and there was a large smudge of ink on the paper, making it hard to read.

Dear Professor Slughorn:

Aragog died last night....

When school started, we talked about him, and you said you liked the Octopus and wanted to see Aragog.

I know there aren't many wizards like us who love octopus.

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 plan to have the funeral in the evening, his favorite time of the day.

I know you're sick and I didn't want to make this request, but I can't face it all alone.

Your faithful Hagrid.

Slughorn stared at the letter, hesitant to go to the funeral.

After all, being sick is his current character. If he doesn't go, he really can't bear the poison of the eight-eyed giant spider.

He recently inquired again and found that the price of the eight-eyed giant spider continued to rise, and it was said that he found a substance that prolongs life.

In the end, the idea of ​​making money prevails, after all, being sick and having a meal are not in conflict.

After Slughorn got dressed, he replaced the garish robes into a solemn black dress.

He also brought two bottles of wine to celebrate the poor beast... ugh, to see him off after his burial.

What about funerals?

After taking care of everything and feeling that there were no omissions, Slughorn left the office and walked towards Hagrid's hut.

Along the way, he also deliberately avoided the students to avoid being seen.

After crossing the grass, he quickly came to Hagrid's house.

But he was stunned immediately, a tall tall man and a young wizard were waiting for him at the door.

The 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 abruptly, watching him warily.

"I remember you didn't have a class this afternoon?"

Not only Harry and Dumbledore, but even William was on guard, like a bird in shock.

"I asked Professor McGonagall to help me take a break to attend the funeral." William said sadly:

"Aragog is a good friend of mine, although he is much older than me, but we have known each other for a long time.

The eight-eyed giant spider family has 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.

"You alone? Where's Harry?" Slughorn asked warily.

"Harry? Hagrid didn't invite him. Sixth grade had Apparition lessons in the afternoon. So Hermione couldn't attend the funeral."

"Oh, all right." Slughorn relaxed again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Come on, you two. said Hagrid hoarsely. "We're going to see Aragog's body." "

He sobbed, his eyes 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,

"William, where is he buried? Right here?" whispered Slughorn.

"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 safer than the Forbidden Forest. "

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