Chapter 116 Harry, Who Is Frightened by the Grass

Professor Slughorn is ill.

very sick.

It is said that the high fever does not go away at 70 degrees, and the cigars are put on the raw smoke, and the eggs are put on the cover and cooked.

From another perspective, it is estimated that it is the "mystery of spontaneous combustion of the human body".

Slughorn was also very thin, from a fat old man to a thin head, and it seemed that he was about to die.

Anyway, there are rumors that there are noses and eyes, as if I saw it with my own eyes.

As for the cause... It is said to have drank the medicinal wine of the Ganges brought from India by the twin sisters Petil.

This wine is amazing:

Collect the water of the Ganges River downstream before the Qingming Festival, together with the sacred cow urine collected after Easter, and dry it for 180 days!

After drinking it anyway, Slughorn died immediately, convulsed so badly that he was almost sent away that night.

Patil naturally swears that it has nothing to do with the two of them.

The two of them admitted to bringing the goods and the fake wine, but they did not admit to drinking it for Slughorn.

But, he did not appear in the potions class for a week in a row.

At this time, a villain passed by with a high profile... That's right, Snape is back, temporarily serving as his potions professor.

So, the rumors changed, and everyone said that Snape wanted to return to the Potions class, and he didn't dare to hand in Defense Against the Dark Arts, so he poisoned Slughorn.

Snape also turned on taunt mode, taunting the students' progress every day.

It seems that without him, everyone's potions class grades have plummeted.

The fact is that without Snape, everyone's enthusiasm for learning has risen a lot.

Even Neville regretted not choosing Potions.

As for Slughorn... William does worry about his health too.

But until listening to the school house elf report:

The old man went to the school kitchen in the middle of the night and asked the elf to make him a frozen cheese cream cake, chocolate truffles, cheese tarts... William felt relieved immediately.

After all, it is a medical miracle that a dying person can still eat so many sweets.

On Friday, after the Transfiguration get out of class, William and Qiu walked along the corridor towards the auditorium.

The two were discussing the next steps for the Akali store's promotion when they saw Harry sneaking up.

Fortunately, the floor of the Ravenclaw lounge was high enough that there wasn't a single tree that could reach the girls' dormitory window.

Otherwise Harry would probably have climbed up and peeped from the treetops.

I don't know who this rudeness is inherited from.

It can't be Professor Snape, can it?

Harry followed for a long time, and when he saw that he was about to reach the auditorium, he hurried over.

William and Qiu also stopped.

Under Madam Pomfrey's rejuvenation, Harry's injuries were basically healed.

But it can still be vaguely distinguished, the traces of the broken nose bridge.

Unexpectedly, Harry didn't come to harass Qiu, but to find William himself.

"William, I have something to tell you..."

"Then I'll go to the auditorium to have dinner first, William, see you later." Qiu left with interest.

On the other hand, Harry was still standing there, looking reluctantly at Qiu's back. Especially the black long and straight, and the small waist that Yingying holds...

Nah, it's so pretty!

William pouted at Harry's squinting eyes.

Actually, he thought, Harry's fondness for Autumn was just that.

Isn't there something wrong without seeing the way he looked at Ginny?

But it's still the same sentence, what I didn't get, is always in a commotion.

Really let Harry and Qiu fall in love once, with Harry's emotional intelligence, it is estimated that they have already broken up.

But Qiu was already with Cedric,

With Cedric here, it's impossible, so Harry can only keep this white moonlight feeling forever.

"Is something wrong, Harry?" William asked proactively.

Harry then retracted his gaze, hesitated for a moment, took William to a place where no one was there, and said in a low voice:

"William, I heard that Professor Slughorn is ill. Is it serious? Have you been there?"

"No." William shook his head, squinted at him, and asked, "Why, do you know what's going on?"

"Maybe Malfoy poisoned!" Harry said after a brief pause.

"He's been sneaking around lately, doesn't even play Quidditch, and doesn't know what he's doing.

Remember that time Katie got hurt? And at Professor Slughorn's banquet, Ron was poisoned..."

Harry cited many examples, and finally, like the justices, concluded his statement: "This time it must be Malfoy!"

Since Christmas, Harry's attitude towards Snape has taken a 180-degree turn.

Having understood the relationship between Snape and Lily, he turned all his attention to Draco.

But this time it must have nothing to do with Malfoy.

He was about to be accepted as a dog by William, how could he kill Slughorn.

Of course, it was impossible to tell Harry this kind of top-secret information.

William can only comfort Harry, there is no need to always focus on a man, and pay more attention to the people around him?

Like Ron.

"That's not your concern, Harry." William patted him on the shoulder.

"but……"

"I will investigate." William changed the subject and said, "By the way, how is the task given to you by Professor Dumbledore?"

"It's not going well!" Harry sighed deeply.

"I asked Professor Slughorn after Potions class...about Horcruxes.

But, uh, he wouldn't give me the memory. "

silence.

Dead silence!

William looked at Harry and said in disbelief:

"How did you ask?!"

"Just ask, I asked Slughorn if he knew about Horcruxes.

But his face was ugly, and he became shocked and frightened. "Harry shrugged.

"He also asked me if I had seen the memory, I said 'yes' and asked him for the real memory."

Harry said very melancholy: "Professor Slughorn seemed very angry, saying that he knew nothing about Horcrux, and then ran away."

"..."

William had seen honesty, but he had never seen such honesty.

No, this is no longer upright, but a little bit heartless.

Knowing that Slughorn would not give up his real memory, he was very vigilant.

Under such circumstances, how could it be impossible to directly ask the Horcrux, or even ask for the memory in person? !

It's as if one person has committed a crime, and another person has evidence, but because of fear or his own reputation, he refuses to provide it.

You have to detour, to be euphemistic, or to design a game and draw it slowly.

How can you be so straightforward?

Even if Dumbledore doesn't come, you just want to come... how big of a face?

William had already seriously doubted whether the Headmaster was too rash to ask Harry to do this.

Also, Harry had just wondered if Malfoy had poisoned Slughorn...

Slughorn is sick, apparently to hide from you, Harry!

My stupid idiot!

"What's the matter, am I doing something wrong, William?" Harry didn't realize that he had lost the edge.

"How am I supposed to take Slughorn?

Maybe we wait a few more months to give him a sense of security before attacking him. "

"And his party, can we still do it?" Harry said quickly:

"Even if the pigeons drop out of Quidditch training in the future, I'll be there to cheer up Professor Slughorn."

"Harry." William patted his shoulder. "You better go and tell Dumbledore, just say..."

"Just say it!" Harry asked, looking up.

"Let's just say... Professor Slughorn is dead, let him stop sending you."

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