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"Man, you look in a bad mood. Have you not passed the exam?" Harry looked at Ron's frustration, because the depression of being defeated at Slughorn also dissipated a lot.

"It's really unlucky, because of a little big thing - the examiner happened to see me falling half of my eyebrows." Ron said depressedly, "Just half of my eyebrows! It seems so important! Have you got that memory from Slughorn?"

"Slughorn didn't want to talk to me about this at all," Harry said. "Unfortunate, man. But you don't have to take it to heart. You'll definitely pass next time - we both can take the exam together."

"I think so." Ron said depressedly, "just half of his eyebrows! It seems so important!"

"I understand," Harry comforted, "it's very harsh..."

"I think it was the examiner's revenge because I messed up the training class he ran." Ron said, "But can I blame me? This is all Myrtle's trouble. He should go to settle the score with that ghost instead of me."

"When it comes to Myrtle, she doesn't bother you anymore."

"I went to find Professor McGonagall. Thankfully, Myrtle listened to Professor McGonagall very much. She helped me solve the holiday with Myrtle, but she also warned me not to speak without any hesitation in the future." Ron shrugged, "I'd better continue to say that fool examiner..."

They spent most of their dinner scolding the Phantom Appearance Examination examiner. When they walked back to the common room, Ron seemed to be feeling a little better, and now the topic turned to Slughorn's question.

"Then, Harry - do you want to use the Fuling agent?" Ron asked. "Since there is no other way."

"Well, I think it's better to use it," said Harry. "I gave you a little last time. Now I have to save some use, but I think I only have to take a sip, two or three hours should be enough."

"That feeling is wonderful," Ron said nostalgically. "It seems like you can't go wrong with anything you do."

"But as time comes, you'll be beaten back to your original form," Harry said, "I hope everything goes well."

They just saw Slughorn enter the restaurant and knew that he liked to eat slowly. They waited in the common room for a while, and planned to wait for Slughorn to go to his office after he returned.

When the sun set on the treetops of the forbidden forest, they judged that the time was up and saw that Zhun Wei, Dean and Semo were all in the lounge and sneaked into the boys' dormitory.

Harry took out the socks at the bottom of the box and pulled out a small glittering bottle containing half a bottle of golden liquid.

Fortunately, the thief was not stolen by the thief - Harry thought to himself. He raised the bottle, pinched it and took a sip.

"Did you feel something has changed?" Ron asked in a low voice.

Harry didn't answer for a moment. Then, slowly but surely, a feeling of incomparable excitement flowed to his whole body, as if there were unlimited opportunities. He felt that he could do anything, everything... and suddenly it seemed that it was not only possible to get memory from Slughorn. It was simply easy...

He stood up with a smile, full of confidence.

"It's amazing, it's amazing. Good... I'm going to Slughorn."

"Good luck, man," Ron said.

"I am the luckiest person in Hogwarts now. Ron." Harry smiled confidently.

Harry took the invisible cloak and left the Gryffindor's common room. He strided in the castle. There was no need to tiptoe, because he didn't meet a person, but it didn't surprise him at all. He was the luckiest person in Hogwarts tonight.

"I should go to the medicine garden." Harry suddenly thought, this idea was strange, but Harry felt that he should follow the impulse. So he immediately moved his feet and walked towards the vegetable garden. He found that Felch did not lock the door, so he easily left the castle. When he arrived at the vegetable garden, he was happy but not very surprised to find Professor Slughorn talking to Professor Sprout. Harry hid behind the low stone wall, listening to their conversation calmly.

"…Thank you so much for bothering, Pomona," Slughorn said politely, "most authorities believe that this medicine is best for picking at dusk."

"Oh, I agree," Sprout said enthusiastically, "Is it enough?"

"Enough, enough," Slughorn thanked repeatedly. Harry saw him holding a big handful of leaves. "My third-year students can get a few pieces each, and some can be left to prevent anyone from overcooking...Okay, good night, thank you again!"

Professor Sprout walked towards the greenhouse in the darkening twilight, and Slughorn stepped towards Harry's invisible place.

Harry suddenly felt the urge to show up and pulled off the invisible jacket.

"Good evening, professor."

"My God, Harry, you scared me." Slughorn stopped suddenly and looked at him vigilantly, "Why did you come out of the castle?"

"I think Felch forgot to lock the door," Harry said happily, and he saw Slughorn frowning.

"I want to expose that person. In my opinion, he cares more about garbage than the safety of teachers and students... But why are you here, Harry?"

"Oh, sir, I'm here to find you."

"Harry, if you still want to ask about the previous things, I can only tell you that there is nothing to say. Even if Dumbledore comes, I will answer the same way." Professor Slughorn shook his head, "This should not be something you care about, it is too far from you."

"Sir, is that memory of others really important to this extent?"

"Of course, no..." Slughorn consciously said nothing. "Okay, Harry, it's time for you to go back. Students can't stay outside at this time."

"But I don't want to go back now. I want to take you to find someone."

"Who is looking for? Harry."

"Find someone who is qualified to obtain that memory—." (To be continued. (lwxs520.))
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