Chapter 1375

"Aragog?"

"It's the Acromantula Hagrid raised. It died..."

"Hagrid is very sad and invited us to attend the funeral, but Harry is playing Quidditch and Ron is injured..."

"So, I'm the only one who came. Of course, would you be willing to go with me?"

"You are such a kind and prestigious person; if you go to attend Aragog's funeral, Hagrid will definitely be very happy!"

Slughorn's eyes lit up.

He muttered in a low voice: "Acromantula! A pint of this creature's venom is worth a hundred Galleons... my salary isn't high."

He convinced himself.

Finally, he looked at Darren with a smile.

"It would be my honor!"

They went to Hagrid's hut together.

When Hagrid saw that Slughorn had also come, a moved expression appeared on his face.

"If Aragog knew that someone of your status came to attend his funeral, he would definitely be extremely happy!"

Darren thought.

If Aragog knew from beyond the grave, he might be a little unhappy. Because Slughorn stood beside Aragog.

Looking at its head.

Seeming to be reminiscing.

Then Darren saw Slughorn change several bottles.

The harvest was quite good!

He very diligently helped Hagrid dig a large pit, buried Aragog inside, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Darren followed them back to Hagrid's hut.

He suggested with a smile: "Since today is Aragog's funeral, the Professor and Hagrid should have a drink."

Slughorn and Hagrid were both people who loved wine.

They were both very tempted.

Especially when Darren took out the Scotch Hagrid had hidden under his bed, they raised their glasses even more happily.

However, Slughorn also urged Darren to drink.

"It's fine, if you get drunk, just sleep here, don't worry!"

Hagrid also waved his hand!

Darren happened to want to taste the Scotch, so he also picked up a glass.

He listened to them telling stories from the past.

And was occasionally poured a few glasses by them.

At this time, the guidance suddenly told him to start pretending to be drunk and ask Slughorn.

Darren immediately became bleary-eyed.

He said as if he couldn't help it after being drunk: "Professor, what is a Horcrux?"

"Dumbledore showed you my memory?"

Slughorn became vigilant.

When he saw Darren's drunken state, he relaxed again.

Perhaps he felt that with Darren like this, he could definitely leave directly.

"Yes, Professor, Headmaster Dumbledore showed me that memory... My mother died at his hands, but you won't help her son find that person's weakness; you only care about yourself..."

He had red eyes.

Seeming to be half-lying on the table in sorrow.

Slughorn covered his face.

He began to gulp down the wine.

The guidance told Darren that at this time, he just needed to pretend to be asleep.

Sure enough, as Slughorn kept drinking, he suddenly began to cry weakly.

He blearily used his wand to extract a memory and then threw it on the ground.

"I don't dare! I'm a coward!"

Slughorn was completely drunk.

Darren hurriedly collected his memory. Memories that fall to the ground are very easy to disappear.

They must be collected in a crystal bottle.

Darren followed the guidance; if he left at this time, Slughorn wouldn't remember this part.

And if he left at this time, he might encounter something good.

Of course, if he wanted to encounter something good, he had better pretend to be drunk when he went out.

Darren followed the guidance, stumbling all the way toward the castle.

Suddenly, a feeling hooked him.

It was Luna.

Luna seemed to have just come out of the castle.

Darren's foot slipped.

He fell onto Luna.

Luna didn't quite understand the situation, but she realized it was Darren.

She looked at Darren carefully.

When she found he was drunk and muddled.

She suddenly hooked his neck.

She kissed him.

"Hmm, it tastes pretty good!"

She said softly.

Just as Darren was about to deepen the kiss, he felt the effect of the Felix Felicis fading.

He pretended to be slightly sober and said: "Oh, Luna, I'm sorry, I have to go to Dumbledore... to Dumbledore's place."

He said shakily.

Luna turned her head and smiled at him.

"But you're already drunk!"

"I, I'm not."

He leaned against the wall and walked forward.

At this time, students rushed out.

Darren realized his final good luck had ended.

Of course, he didn't stand up straight directly.

Instead, he stumbled all the way to Dumbledore's office.

Many people saw him like this along the way.

They were startled.

Thinking something had happened to Darren.

Some even went to call a professor.

Fortunately, by this time, he had already walked into Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was startled when he saw him enter.

"Darren!"

He also thought something had happened to Darren.

But when he found he was just drunk, he showed a look of being torn between laughter and tears.

"Oh, Darren, you're not of age yet!"

Dumbledore said disapprovingly.

Darren scratched his head and said: "Headmaster, I, I got it..."

Then he heard the sound of many footsteps.