Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 353 Funeral ([-])

The door to the headmaster's office was closed, and Harry had to keep the matter to himself until Dumbledore returned.

The three of them returned to the common room together, and were surprised to find that almost all the seventh-grade students were there.Looking in through the head round and round, it was Katie who came back.

A happy smile appeared on their faces naturally, they said a few words of congratulations, and then quietly hid aside.

"It seems that she came back today." Ron glanced at Katie who was surrounded by the crowd again, and said in a low voice.

"It's about time." Hermione replied casually, "It's been a few months, I think if it wasn't for the bad situation outside recently, she should be able to come back earlier."

"Bad? That's for sure!" Harry said, "The "Daily Prophet" is full of annoying news, either someone is dead, or the Death Eaters have captured somewhere else."

"Simply terrible!"

"yes……"

The three were silent for a while, and did not speak for a long time.

In fact, this kind of atmosphere is the main theme of Hogwarts these days. The bad situation outside has oppressed everyone for a long time.From this point of view, Katie's return is a good thing, at least it can make the cubs happier.

Although, it is only limited to the seventh grade who is about to graduate.

"Harry, so you're here, and this is for you."

The next morning in the auditorium, a little girl from a lower grade came over, holding a small roll of parchment in her hand.

"For me?" Harry was taken aback when he saw this, secretly guessing in his heart that Dumbledore had returned?

But it was obvious that they had just rushed to nothing.

Opening the parchment in a daze, it was not Dumbledore's neat and graceful handwriting, but messy, scribbled, and clumps of ink stains, which were hard to read.

The three heads went up, but saw that it read:

"Dear Harry, Ron, Hermione:
Aragog died last night.

He is special to me and there is a deep bond between us.You haven't met him, but I think you'd like him if you could.

I decided to give him a funeral, just tonight at dusk, his favorite time of day.

It would mean a lot to me if you could come.

Hagrid. "

"He's crazy!" Ron said excitedly, "Eight-eyed spider! He even wants to give him a funeral!"

"And let us leave the castle at night." Hermione frowned, "The security has been tightened ten thousand times, once we are caught, we will be in big trouble!"

"We'll be fired!"

"I think, if you use an invisibility cloak, it should be fine..."

Before Harry finished speaking, Ron said, "You're not really going, are you, Harry? That's an eight-eyed spider!"

"I know, but now he's dead, and Hagrid is very sad," said Harry. "Hagrid was our friend, and he needs us now."

As he said that, he raised the parchment in his hand, and looked carefully, there were faint traces of tears on it.

"It's really not a good decision..." Ron shook his head and said, he still didn't agree with Harry's decision, but even Harry knew that this trip was inevitable.

"Let's talk about it when the time comes..." Harry put down the parchment in his hand, "I might not have time, today's class is full..."

"Damn it, and potions! I don't know if Professor Slughorn will avoid me anymore, I think it will be the same."

As he said that, there was a lot of frustration on his face.

Since Dumbledore assigned this task, there has been no progress in the past few months.

"Do you think today will be successful?" Harry asked bitterly.

"Maybe, maybe you'll be particularly lucky today?" Hermione replied casually.

"Do you think today will be a lucky day?" Harry shook the parchment in his hand, "This is not a good omen."

"Yeah..." Ron replied subconsciously, but then he was stunned, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he said excitedly, "Yes, lucky!"

"Harry, lucky!"

"What... what?"

"Lucky! Felicity!" Ron said, pointing at Hermione. "You need luck, which is Felicity!"

"That's right, how could I forget it!" As she said, Hermione reached out and took out a small bottle from her pocket, shook the liquid in it, and said, "I should have remembered it a long time ago. When I hit a wall at Slughorn's!"

Hermione was very annoyed, she felt that she shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake, if she had given Harry the Felix earlier, it would definitely not have dragged on for so long.She didn't regard Felicia Elixir as a precious thing at all, and there were still some stocks in the suitcase, and, with her current potion level, it was not too difficult to brew one.

Harry frantically caught the Felix Elixir thrown by Hermione, and he let out a long sigh of relief when he caught it firmly, but hesitated a little.

"But...does it really work?"

"Of course! Twelve hours of luck, no matter what you do, it will go smoothly." Hermione nodded.

"Well...well, but I probably won't need so much, I just need a small sip." Harry said, "Let's see after Potions class is over, if you still can't let Slughorn If I open my mouth, I will use it again, and it should only take two or three hours."

The three of them were talking when they saw Lavender coming in with a pair of girls.She has been talking to the two girls in a low voice, and she looks a little bit wrong.

"What's the matter?" After Lavender sat down, Ron hugged her first, and then asked aloud, "You don't look very happy?"

"Hey..." Lavender sighed, pouted at the pair of girls.

"they?"

"Sister Montgomery, you haven't heard about their brother?" Lavender replied.

Ron was still at a loss when he heard the words, but it was Hermione who said, "Their younger brother was bitten by a werewolf because their parents refused to help the Death Eaters..."

"The boy was only five years old, and he died in St. Mungo's."

"Dead!" Harry was taken aback, "But, I remember that werewolves don't kill people?"

"You really should read more "Daily Prophet." Hermione sighed, "Yes, in the past, werewolves did not kill people easily, they were just keen to bite others and turn others into werewolves."

"However, since Voldemort's return, there have been many deaths at the hands of werewolves in the past year."

Hearing this, the expressions of several people darkened.

"So Harry..." Hermione continued, "In order to stop Voldemort, you must do everything you can, and all these terrible things will be attributed to him!"

"I will."

Harry nodded, clutching the bottle of Felicia in his hand tightly, his eyes full of determination.

(End of this chapter)