aircannonsinc Chapter 692 The Crown
Chapter 692 The Crown
Chapter 692 The Crown
Hagrid and Slughorn went back to the cabin for a drink.
Before today, their relationship might not have been particularly good, but after today, they will definitely become best friends.
Two people who are equally obsessed with mead can always find a lot to talk about.
This time, Harry didn't go with them; instead, he returned to Hogwarts Castle with Sherren.
Since it's not too late, they can still go back and have dinner.
Harry didn't know how Slughorn did it, but he really couldn't accept the food Hagrid provided.
On the way back, Siren noticed that Harry kept sighing and occasionally pursed his lips, as if he was reminiscing about something.
"What's wrong with you?" Xilun asked.
"The Felix Felicis is over." Harry looked up, looking lost. "I could feel it; just now, its effects completely wore off."
Slughorn's reward for them was Felix Felicis, which would keep them lucky all day, but Harry only drank about a third of it this time, which would last for about eight or nine hours.
"Can you still feel it?" Xilun asked, a little curious.
“Of course, and it was quite obvious,” Harry said, glancing up at the sky again. “For a moment, even the sky didn’t seem as bright as it had been.”
Siren also looked up, but he couldn't quite understand what Harry meant.
Isn't the sky always like this?
Besides, it's evening now; it would be strange if it were still bright.
"By the way, I think you could also try some Felix Felicis," Harry suddenly said to Siren. "Weren't you always thinking about how to engrave runes on the locket? Maybe you just lack a bit of luck."
"Maybe after you drink Felix Felicis, you'll be able to find a suitable knife."
It must be said that Harry's suggestion was indeed very tempting, and Siren happened to have a bottle of Felix Felicis.
But after hesitating for a moment, Xilun shook his head and rejected the offer.
Felix Felicis is too precious; it's a magic potion that money can't buy. It's a waste to use it to find a carving knife.
In fact, Siren always felt that what he needed was at Hogwarts, but he just couldn't remember it at the moment.
Furthermore, there was another point: Siren didn't want to drink Felix Felicis separately like Harry did. He always felt that Harry's "luck" didn't last for eight hours, or rather, Harry wasn't nearly as lucky in the afternoon as he was in the morning.
In addition, Slughorn mentioned in class that he had drunk Felix Felicis twice and experienced the two most perfect days of his life, which may be the correct way to use Felix Felicis.
After the two returned to the castle, Harry first used the Earplugs spell on the students around him, and then told Ron and Hermione everything that had happened.
They were both pleased with Harry's efforts to get Slughorn to hand over his memories, and they were filled with awe upon hearing about the existence of Horcruxes.
"No wonder he was able to come back again," Hermione said gravely. "He was struck by his own Killing Curse, but he wasn't completely killed because his soul was split into seven pieces and hidden in different places."
"What do you want to do?" Ron asked.
"Of course, we need to find all the Horcruxes," Harry said.
"Do you know where they are?" Hermione asked.
"No, I don't know." Harry immediately deflated. "Maybe Hogwarts has one. He was eager to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor after graduation, and maybe he wanted to use that professorship to find something in the castle."
"But Dumbledore saw through Voldemort's scheme and rejected his application." Ron suddenly realized, "So he held a grudge and cursed the position, causing subsequent Defense Against the Dark Arts professors to only serve for one academic year."
It has to be said that Ron was right—and so was Harry.
Siren knew very well that one of Voldemort's Horcruxes—the Ravenclaw tiara—was in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor of the castle, a room specifically used for hiding things.
Siren did try—putting aside the Horcruxes, it was Ravenclaw's crown, and legend has it that whoever wears it will immediately gain wisdom surpassing everyone else.
Xilun had certainly looked for it, and had been to the room where the things were hidden more than once, but each time he returned empty-handed.
That room was enormous—or rather, it felt more like Hogsmeade Village, where all the shops had been leveled and a massive maze had been built on the same spot.
For over a thousand years, the things hidden by students and the broken furniture discarded by house-elves have all piled up together, and Siron has no idea where to begin looking.
Sometimes he would work inside for hours, only to look up and find himself just going around in circles. He even suspected that the crown-shaped Horcrux might be sentient and deliberately avoiding him.
But if it were Harry—maybe.
Harry is a Horcrux, and so is the diadem; in a sense, there may be some connection between them.
We could find an opportunity to tell Harry about this; what if he finds the tiara?
Just because he can't leave a mark on the locket doesn't mean he can't leave one on the crown.
Xilun's eyes lit up.
Yeah, why couldn't he just change the staff? And the crown—it certainly wouldn't be as hard as the locket.
Xilun spent the entire night pondering the feasibility of this idea, since replacing the staff was the best solution until a suitable carving knife was found.
The problem now is, how do we get Harry to the room where the things are hidden, or just tell him directly?
Well—it's not impossible. After Sirius divined in the headmaster's office that Voldemort had split his soul into seven pieces, Harry became convinced that he was a wizard with prophetic abilities.
So as long as Siron puts out a crystal ball, Harry will definitely believe it.
But what Siron was worried about was whether doing this was a bit too deliberate and might damage the special connection between Harry and the crown.
Even during meals, Xiren was still agonizing over it, and it wasn't until his Spells class that he had to temporarily put the matter aside.
The lesson was about the wine spell. Professor Flitwick asked them to turn vinegar into wine. In a daze, Siron mispronounced the spell, causing the vinegar in the bottle to spray directly onto the ceiling and then fall down as snow-like foam.
The entire classroom was filled with a faint smell of vinegar.
"Gryffindor, two points deducted." Professor Flitwick wiped the foam from his head and scolded in a shrill voice, "Mr. Ollivander, your voice must be clear when you chant spells. Let me see you do it again!"
"I'm sorry, Professor."
Siren raised his wand again and pointed it at the bottle in front of him.
Fortunately, this time the vinegar in the bottle turned into beer, and even the remaining foam made sense.
"Don't let your mind wander in class next time," Professor Flitwick said. "Maybe I should really listen to Professor Snape's advice and put you in solitary confinement a few more times."