Chapter 672 I really can't do it!!
Harry was about to say that girls are not weak.
He thought Darren needed to be protected.
But he saw Hermione's eyes and didn't dare to say it.
He had to think of other ways.
"I don't know if Professor Slughorn's alcohol is good..."
"Well, very good, last time I was at the dance, I saw him drink a lot of alcohol, and the three of us boys combined were not enough for him to be at the bottom."
Harry and Ron were a little discouraged.
"So what to do?"
"Hagrid!"
"Find Hagrid!"
Darren and Hermione said in unison.
They looked at each other and smiled.
Harry and Ron somehow felt that they had eaten dog food.
But they didn't care too much.
Instead, something else came to mind!
"But Hagrid said that he would not drink in the future in order not to drink by mistake," Harry said with a sad face.
They were all silent.
Because they were there when Hagrid swore by it.
I didn't expect to lift a rock and hit my own foot.
"Hagrid's oath is always a bit problematic.
So we can make an excuse for him to drink, such as some anniversary. We can pull Hagrid and Slughorn to drink together.
Then the three of us will be around, so that their barrels will not be reduced, and after they get drunk, we will play the emotional card.
The question now is how can Slughorn and Hagrid be brought together, and what kind of day can there be a memorial?"
Darren pretended to be very troubled as he spoke.
In fact, anyone who had read the original book knew that only the Felix Felicis could do it.
But as a little saint father, he would definitely not think of this cheating artifact right away.
When they were in Slughorn's Potions class, Harry and the others still hadn't figured out how to solve the problem.
They admitted that Darren's method had very good feasibility, but since the premise could not be solved, the rest was of course useless.
Their worried expressions also affected the preparation of potions.
Of course.
The one mainly affected was Hermione.
As for Harry and Ron, it was purely because the Half-Blood Prince's potions textbook did not give them any hints.
The two of them could only follow Darren's whispered reminders and act in a panic.
But potions were very strict. Being a step late would cause problems.
So when the smell of rotten eggs came from Harry's potion, Harry showed a panicked expression.
Darren was also speechless.
Why did this potion boil like this? It wouldn't be like this according to the book!
But as a little Holy Father, it was impossible to watch Harry suffer.
Besides, Harry's image in Slughorn's eyes would affect their ability to play the emotional card when getting the memory.
So he thought about it.
He found a bezoar and stuffed it to Harry.
As for Ron.
He didn't have the idol burden and was used to it.
So he didn't ask for a bezoar.
Harry looked at the stone in his hand.
He remembered what Snape had told him in first year.
The stone from a goat's stomach could relieve many poisons.
Harry had mixed feelings for a moment.
When Slughorn came over.
He first praised Darren's improved potion.
Then he looked at Harry's rotten-egg-like potion.
He was about to retreat.
But he saw Harry open his palm.
On his palm lay a bezoar.
Slughorn stared at the bezoar and was silent for ten seconds.
Just when Harry thought he would say unqualified.
Slughorn wiped his tears with a handkerchief.
He whispered, "You are as good as your mother. I have never missed her so much.
She has two good sons! Twenty points for Slytherin, twenty points for Gryffindor!
However, Harry still has to learn to prepare antidotes, after all, the bezoar is very precious and rare, and it is not a special-effect antidote."
Slughorn's matter was finally over.
Hermione was a little unhappy that Darren had helped Harry cheat, but she had something more important now.
She was searching the library for explanations about Horcruxes.
But what made her angry was that she searched the entire library and did not find a single book introducing Horcruxes.
"Look at this 'Moste Potente Potions', it says that about Horcruxes, because it is too terrifying, it will not be mentioned here. Why not say it at all!"
She slammed the book down.
Fast forward to February.
Harry and the others still had not found a way to bring Hagrid and Slughorn together.
Instead, the Apparition course was about to begin.
They were scheduled to gather in the Great Hall on Saturday morning.
In addition to the four deans, a small wizard followed.
"Hello everyone, you can call me Twycross. I will teach you for the next twelve weeks about Apparition…
Also, don't try to Apparate outside the Great Hall. Hogwarts does not allow Apparition.
The headmaster only opens one hour in the Great Hall for Apparition lessons."
He said.
Darren noticed that Malfoy was also talking to Goyle and Crabbe.
Malfoy's face looked even paler.
Darren decided to comfort him in two days.
In short, the Holy Father character could not collapse.
Then he began to listen carefully to the Apparition lesson.
During the lecture, he saw Harry run off.
He should have gone to Malfoy to eavesdrop.
"Thank you, now."
Twycross finished his instructions.
He waved his wand.
A wooden circle appeared in front of everyone.
Then he said, "Everyone can try to Apparate into their own wooden circle. Remember the main points: goal, determination, deliberation!"
"Now, listen to my command, three, two, one!"
Darren focused on the circle in front of him, and then felt as if he was being squeezed out of something.
Then he stepped into the wooden circle.
"Merlin, this student succeeded on the first try! Although he didn't stand firmly and stepped on the edge, this is already amazing. This kid really hasn't learned Apparition before?"
"No, Professor."
Darren quickly shook his head.
He saw a proud smile on Snape's face.
Perhaps realizing such an expression was inappropriate, Snape immediately became expressionless again.
Professor McGonagall spoke even louder.
"This child is a genius. I don't doubt that Darren can do anything. Even if he told me one day that he had a baby, I would believe him!"
Darren almost shouted that he couldn't do it!
This really couldn't be done! Even if he could, he didn't want to.
But he was embarrassed and could only force a well-behaved smile.
Only this expression looked a little pitiful.
His eyes were even slightly red.
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