From a scientific point of view, favorability comes from the secretion of dopamine.

This is a very useful substance, especially in interpersonal communication.

After all, there is still a big gap between having and not having a good impression of something.

When you have a good impression of a person, you can tolerate most of the other person's shortcomings.

Even if you are a little bitch, you think you are acting cute and you think it is quite interesting.

When the favorable feeling disappears, let alone the disgusting face, sometimes, every second you get along with can be extremely disgusting.

Does Slughorn have a good impression of Harry?

certainly!

Ezraghorn's collection habit, the "boy who survives the disaster", is definitely a "baby" worth collecting.

Harry is also the son of his once proud student Lily.

Coupled with Snape's notes, Harry's level of potions reached a very high level in a short period of time...

Combining all the various things, Harry is indeed the student who Slughorn likes the most, except William and Hermione.

This is what Dumbledore hopes to see.

In such a big good situation, we should strike while the iron is hot, and take the relationship a step further and develop it into the level of "godson" and "I will give you the elderly care".

If the relationship is so good, it will be easy to make a cliché or indirectly.

But Harry, still in his favorable stage, asked for memories directly.

It's like you are having an affair with a girl, and you ask her what our son is called in the future...

Anyone will be scared away, right?

So Slughorn called him sick, and was deliberately avoiding Harry, thinking that his approach was ulterior motives.

Then the relationships created before disappeared and became completely alienated.

Harry couldn't count on it for the time being, so he had to quickly consider Plan B.

Easter is coming soon, and the summer offensive is imminent, and time really doesn't wait for anyone.

What is B?

When you rely on favorability and cannot achieve your goal, you can only rely on...violence.

...

...

Inside the Potion Office,

There was a round table, soft chair, footrest, drinks and books, as well as boxes of chocolates and a bunch of bulging cushions.

Slughorn sat comfortably on it, reading "The Life and Lies of the Mysterious Man".

According to his understanding of Tom, there are obviously many false things.

For example, Myrtle's so-called first love.

But there are also many details, which are indeed true, because he has heard of them.

So Slughorn also broke out in cold sweat, calling Voldemort terrible.

He opened the curtains and let the sun shine on his body to drive away the chill.

That's great.

While basking in the sun, drinking afternoon tea and drinking tea.

It’s so wonderful that you can get a free salary without going to class.

Slughorn decided to do this and spend the rest of the semester.

Let Severus teach himself. Anyway, it’s not right for young people to do more work?

As for leaving Hogwarts?

Stop funny, where is there a safer place in this magic world than here?

As long as William and Dumbledore are in school, he will stay here.

The only thing worth noting is to hide from Harry and Dumbledore.

That's right, of course Slughorn is not sick, it's all pretending.

Dumbledore uses Harry to deal with him, so he pretends to be sick and see who has consumed whom?

Want to remember? Unless he dies, there is no way!!

At this moment, an owl flew over and threw down a letter.

Slughorn thought it was Dumbledore, or Harry.

But unexpectedly, after opening it, it was not the principal's slender italics, nor was italics that Harry seemed to be gnawed.

Instead, there are messy letters, and there is a large ball of ink stains on the paper, which is difficult to identify.

Dear Professor Slughorn:

Aragork died last night...

When school started, we discussed him, you said you like the eight-eyed giant spider and want to meet Aragork.

I know that there are not many wizards like us who like the eight-eyed giant spider.

If Aragork met you earlier, he would definitely like you and become good friends with you.

So, if you can come to the funeral this afternoon, it means a lot to me.

I plan to have a funeral in the evening, which is his favorite time of the day.

I know you are sick and I didn't want to make this request, but I couldn't face it all alone.

Your faithful Hagrid.

Slughorn stared at the letter, hesitating whether to attend the funeral.

After all, being sick is his current character. If you don’t go, you really can’t bear to be poisoned by the eight-eyed giant spider.

He recently inquired and found that the price of the eight-eyed giant spider is continuing to rise, and it is said that it is a substance that extends its lifespan.

In the end, the idea of ​​making money has the upper hand, after all, getting sick and getting a meal do not conflict.

After dressing up, Slughorn changed his fancy robe and turned into a solemn black dress.

He also brought two bottles of wine to celebrate the poor beast... Ah, he saw it off after the burial.

The funeral is done.

After taking care of everything and feeling that there was no omission, Slughorn left the office and walked towards Hagrid's Lodge.

Along the way, he deliberately avoided students to prevent them from being seen.

After crossing the grass, he soon came to Hagrid's house.

But he was stunned. A tall man stood at the door with a young wizard waiting for him.

The tall one is naturally Hagrid, and the young wizard...

"Good afternoon, professor." William smiled.

"Merlin, William, why are you here? I was shocked." Slughorn stopped suddenly and looked at him vigilantly.

"I remember you didn't have classes this afternoon?"

Not only Harry and Dumbledore, he even stood up to William, like a frightened bird.

"I asked Professor McGonagall to help get a rest and come to the funeral," William said sadly:

“Aragork is my good friend. Although it is much bigger than me, we are friends of our age.

The Eight-Eyed Giant Spider Family has also given me too much help."

It was indeed too much help, not only helping William make money, but also enriching his food chain and even working for free.

"You are the only one? Where is Harry?" Slughorn asked vigilantly.

"Harry Hagrid didn't invite him, and there was a phantom display class in the afternoon of the sixth grade. So Hermione couldn't attend the funeral, either."

"Oh, okay." Slughorn relaxed a little again.

"Hurry up, you two." Hagrid said hoarsely. "Let's go and visit Aragok's body."

He sobbed, his eyes red and swollen. On his arms, there was a black sleeve, which seemed to be made of a rag strip dipped in shoe polish.

The three of them walked along the road to an open space.

"William, where to bury him? Is it here?" Slughorn asked in a low voice.

"No, deep in the forbidden forest." William said meaningfully.

"Is Forbidden Forest...safe?!"

"Don't you know?" William said with a smile:

"Hogwarts, Gringotts, and Forbidden Forest... are the three safest places in the magical world.

Nothing is safer than the Forbidden Forest.”

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Chapter completed!