Hogwarts: Harry Potter and the Glock 18

"No one. Hagrid"

"What?"

"No one sneak attack"

"Harry you're alive! That's great!"

From the furious King of the Forbidden Forest to the rough man with tears in his eyes, Hagrid's transformation was almost without delay. After seeing that Harry could still move, Hagrid couldn't help copying Harry stand up.

"I'll take you to the school infirmary, go now."

"No, no, it's just that I accidentally got hurt. I'll just drink some medicine."

Harry, who was held by Hager in his hands like a chick, tremblingly wiped the sweat from his forehead. The severe pain just now really almost killed him. If he was replaced by a guy with less determination and less physical fitness , after what happened just now, he rolled his eyes properly and fell into a coma.

"Then what happened to you just now? By the way, where is the injury, let me see."

After confirming that Harry still had the strength to move, Hagrid carefully placed Harry on the grass for fear of breaking him.

"I just experimented a little. I didn't expect it. Sigh."

Sighing, Harry raised his left hand tremblingly. The little finger, swollen like a carrot, was particularly conspicuous. The muscles inside had swelled and broken, and even the bones were squeezed out by the muscles.

"I'll take a sip of the potion first."

Harry stretched out his hand to touch his bosom, and found a close-fitting small bag hanging obliquely on his chest. This bag was also made of dragon skin and was also a magic item that had been expanded by the Untraceable Stretching Curse. Potion prepared for Harry.

From healing to detoxification, from power liberation to defense enhancement. Although the package is small, the contents inside are very complete. As a long overdue birthday present, Snape has integrated all the concerns he has had for Harry over the past eleven years. in.

'I'm your godfather anyway, Harry. '

Snape looked into Harry's eyes and said softly to him, and hung the chest bag on Harry's body with his own hands.

And today, this chest bag comes in handy.

A thumb-sized glass bottle contained a bright red potion. After pulling off the cap, Harry licked the bottle cap slightly. A little potion stained on it was enough to cause the muscle burst damage of the little finger of his left hand.

The ultimate version of the life potion improved by Snape was so powerful that it was outrageous. The potion that could life and death human flesh and bones didn't even take three to five seconds to heal these micro wounds. The originally swollen and bleeding fingers The swelling subsided quickly, the broken muscles healed, the cracks on the phalanges disappeared, and a cool feeling appeared alternately with a little heat. No matter whether it was from the inside or the outside, there was no trace of injury.

"Ugh~~~Ugh~~~~Ugh~~~~~~"

Harry, who only had time to put the cap on the bottle, opened his mouth sideways and vomited two seconds after drinking the potion. His stomach acid was about to spit out as there was nothing in his stomach, but he just licked it slightly with his tongue. He licked it, but the terrifying extreme indescribable weird taste filled his entire mouth.

If you really want to find a more appropriate description, it is probably septic tank extract?

And it's a concentrated essence

At this moment, Harry finally understood the true meaning of Snape's War Potions. In order to increase the efficacy of the potions to the limit, Snape paid everything except the potions as the price for his promotion.

This terrible smell is enough to become a permanent nightmare for anyone and any creature.

"Forget everything!"

Harry, who shot himself in the head, was stunned for half a second, then propped himself up in a daze, and asked Hagrid in a somewhat erratic voice.

"Hagrid, did I accidentally fall and eat a big mouthful of shit just now?"

Harry asked Hagrid blankly, pointing at the lump of vomit in front of him.

"Uh huh? This. Oh!"

Hagrid seemed to have changed his face, the expression on his face changed again and again, his rusty brain seemed to be re-polished at this moment to remove rust, and new lubricating oil was applied. The sudden increase in intelligence made Hagrid ponder the taste .

"This potion was given to you by Snape?"

Hagrid pointed to the vial in Harry's hand.

"Ah, yes."

Harry nodded blankly, and when his eyes fell on the bottle, he wanted to throw it away for no reason, as far away as possible.

'How can I think like this! Anyway, this is something for a small hundred thousand Galleons, something that can save lives if you drink it, etc.! Help? ! '

He shook his head vigorously, and the increasingly bitter taste in his mouth made his dizzy head wake up, "Damn! I can't forget it even if I forget it."

The unbearable memories that had been erased by him resurfaced again, but Harry, who couldn't vomit, could barely retch a few times, and then he spoke weakly to Hagrid.

"Is there anything to eat, Hagrid, if you don't change the taste in my mouth, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."

"The centaur's herbs work!" Hagrid, who immediately understood Harry's meaning, got up quickly. He casually picked up a handful of pieces of meat that had been spilled on the ground, and picked up a random bunch of branches that were about the same thickness. There was still a lot of fiery red charcoal left in the shattered bonfire. Hagrid threw the twig into it and blew a few times. The bonfire lit up again began to lick the horned camel's fat and thin pieces of meat.

After a while, Hagrid came out of the hut and took out a sack, which was filled with fist-sized leaf parcels one after another.

"This is the herbal spice I got from the centaur. Snape's poison is really terrible. I just drank it once. That's how it feels."

Hagrid shook his body violently, "It's more terrifying than being imprisoned in Azkaban back then."

The herbs and spices wrapped in leaves were crushed by Hagrid into a fine powder with his hands. He patiently sprinkled the powder on the meat skewers slowly. After a while, a wonderful aroma diffused, and he gnawed on the grass. Harry, who vomited grass to relieve the weird taste in his mouth, took a deep breath.

The weird bitterness in his mouth still exists, but it seems that the weird smell lingering at the tip of his nose has dissipated a little at this moment.

Hagrid's barbecue technique is very rough, and even the processing of these meat pieces has not been completed. The bloody meat pieces should taste fishy and smelly, but with the blessing of this wonderful herbal spice, the smell is swept away. In the air, a fresh grassy aroma that contrasts with the meaty aroma harmonizes everything just right.

Taking over the charred skewers with hands as if on a pilgrimage, Harry expressed his gratitude to the great Mother Gaia at this moment, thanking her for creating Snape while leaving the centaur a way out.

Harry almost ate the skewers with tears in his eyes. Although the weird smell hadn't dissipated completely, it was barely to the point that he could bear it.

"If one day, I meet the moment when I must drink this potion. Do I choose to die, or die, or die?"

The righteous backstab from the godfather really stabbed Harry in the heart.

War potions and the like are really not something for people to drink.