Hagrid's spider is finally dead... Lockhart has already received a note from Hagrid, inviting him to Buckbeak's funeral, and taking Harry and the others along by the way.

"Harry, here's your chance, Hagrid's spider has died for many years, and he wants us to go to the funeral." Lockhart said to the three children, "prepare a set of touching speeches, and then I will put Sri Raghorn calls, and then it's up to you."

"Spider!" said Ron like a ghost. "I've been raising it for many years. I'm not going!"

"Professor, are you going?" Hermione didn't care what it was, but only cared about being with Lockhart. "You go and I'll go too!"

Lockhart glared at Ron angrily: "Hagrid regards you as good friends, you must go! I will go too."

Harry was concerned about Slughorn: "Professor, how can you guarantee that Slughorn will remember me?"

"I'll find a way to let him stay at Hagrid's for a drink, then I'll get him drunk, and then you'll take the opportunity to find a way to impress him." Lockhart thought for a while, "I'll secretly stay at Hagrid's house. Put a small amount of Veritaserum into the cup, if a little bit, it won't make people feel abnormal, but you can't help but feel the urge to talk."

"The professor is so thoughtful, so be it!" said Harry, cheering. "Ron, you have to go too."

"Oh no..." Ron was horrified. "I like Hagrid a lot, but after all—that spider is dead, if it's to save it—I'm...I'm not going either!"

"If anyone doesn't show up, I will ask him to answer questions every class!" Lockhart threatened fiercely, "You can do it."

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This kind of thing, Pandora is not suitable and will never participate, Lockhart did not ask her, just went to the potions professor's office to invite Slughorn. Hearing that a giant eight-eyed spider that had lived for decades died, Slughorn's eyes lit up, and he agreed without hesitation, and decided on the spot to bring a few bottles of wine to comfort Hagrid.

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The protective measures at Hogwarts at this time are almost fully opened, and there are strict restrictions on entry and exit. So Lockhart had to pick up Harry and the other three. Hermione was a little excited, having not been with Lockhart for several days except in class; Ron looked terrified as he was about to attend the funeral of one of his most feared creatures. It seems to be one that has lived for many years; and Harry... looks very excited, and even can't help laughing as he walks.

"Harry, you've drank the Flux..." Lockhart pouted and said, "And looking at your symptoms, it's the first time."

"Yeah. Professor, now... I feel like Professor Slughorn's memory is waiting for me to get it at Hagrid's!" Harry said excitedly, "I just kissed Zhang Qiu!"

Lockhart rolled his eyes, the phlegm, the potion that is said to bring luck, is actually a kind of potion between stimulants and drugs. After taking it, it can make people feel happy and invigorated, and can also improve people in a small amount. The speed of reaction is a lightly regulated potion.

Lockhart himself often drinks a refreshing drink, but the effect of this drug is a bit strong. It's easy to do stupid things after drinking it - Lockhart once used magic to set off fireworks in another country's capital square in order to find out that Barty Jr. attacked students in other schools during the Goblet of Fire. The product of impulse after the drug, so he has stopped drinking it now...

Having said that, Lockhart didn't get caught or cause trouble for two stupid things because of mysterious reasons... Maybe, maybe... Flux can really bring luck?

"You despicable guy, you dumped Ginny!" Ron was furious. "Do you want to chase after a beautiful woman?"

"Uh..." Harry was speechless. "We all have the right to pursue happiness, don't we, at least I went after Zhang Qiu after breaking up with Ginny, unlike Professor Lockhart and Hermione..."

"Cough!" Hermione coughed angrily. Harry almost dared to say anything after drinking the Flux.

"Oh, sorry, I shouldn't have said that in front of you..." Harry giggled a few times. "I should have whispered while you were away."

Although Lockhart was a little dissatisfied, it was true that he had two boats. Secondly, it was also seen that Harry was on drugs and said everything, half funny and half understanding and decided not to pursue it. In other words, did he really catch up with Zhang Qiu? The savior's ability cannot be underestimated.

"Hi, Mr. Filch!" Lockhart greeted cheerfully.

"Professor Lockhart, it's almost dinner time, where are you taking a few children?" Filch asked respectfully but responsibly.

"I'm going to take them to a practical training in a defense class, and there are not enough venues on campus."

Although suspicious. But Filch was in no position to stop the professor from leaving the school, only to open the door.

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When they arrived in front of Hagrid's hut, they were surprised to find that Professor Slughorn had already arrived and was standing beside Hagrid with a sympathetic face. The two chatted about all kinds of magic, including the eight-eyed giant spider. biology.

"Gidro... you're here..." Hagrid sobbed and looked at Lockhart and his party, "Thank you for being with me at this time... Sending Aragog the last ride..."

"Gidro, thank you so much for inviting me today," Slughorn whispered to Lockhart, his big drooping eyes staring at the lights of Hagrid's hut in the distance. "The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is very precious... That beast just died, and the venom is still dry... Do you know how much I got, I almost didn't have enough bottles... God, from the living eight-eyed giant spider It's almost impossible to get poisonous juice on your body..."

Hermione began to console Hagrid, while Ron was almost like Hermione Second, grabbing Lockhart's arm and hiding behind him shivering, no spiders he'd ever seen in his life combined. , If Aragog suddenly jumped up at this time, he would definitely faint from fright.

"Oh, thank you, Hermione...and of course Ron, he'll be very touched when you come," Hagrid wiped his tears, "of course, Gilderoy, it's great of you to bring them out, you forever Is my friend…"

"...It's a waste not to collect it...a pint is worth a hundred Galleons...I honestly don't make a lot of money..." Slughorn and Lockhart finished chatting privately, turning to Hagrid, "Hagrid , Now that everyone is here, allow me to say two eulogy."

"Oh, of course," said Hagrid sadly.

Slughorn apparently got a lot of good venom from Aragog, as he rarely seemed so enthusiastic and dedicated. He said in a slow, solemn tone: "Farewell, Aragog, Lord of Spiders, those who know you will not forget your long and loyal friendship! Your **** may rot..."

Hagrid cried out in grief, almost knocking over Hermione, who was comforting him, and Lockhart hurriedly pulled Hermione to his side.

"But your spirit will remain in the quiet, cobwebbed place of your forest home...May your multi-eyed descendants prosper...and may your human friends find comfort in their grief..." In between, there were only a few people and a dog standing beside the dead spider. The cool evening breeze blew through, and the atmosphere became more solemn and solemn, "Farewell! Aragog!"

"Well... well... beautiful!" Hagrid cried out, falling on the mound of dirt to be dug for the spider, crying even harder.

A few people helped Hagrid, who was crying bitterly, into the room. UU reading www.uukanshu.com helped him to a chair in front of the table. A few people sat around the small table so full that there was no place for his teeth to lie down. Then, Slughorn opened the bottle of wine he had brought.

"I've checked it all, and there's no poison," he assured Lockhart and the others, pouring half the bottle of wine into Hagrid's bucket-sized glass, which Lockhart had just picked up every time he took it. A cup was smeared with some Veritaserum. "I let a house elf taste every bottle of wine."

Hermione straightened up at this house-elves abuse, her eyes widened, and she was about to criticize Slughorn harshly. But then I remembered that because of my own mistakes, I almost killed my sweetheart, and decided to ignore it.

"One for Gilderoy, one for Harry..." Slughorn said as he poured the wine into everyone present. "...one for me, last for...Robert, okay," he held the glass aloft. : "For Aragog."

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(Ask for a recommendation evaluation ticket) (To be continued.)