"No...no one's...Hagrid..."
"What?"
"No one attacked..."
"Harry you're alive! That's great!"
From the furious King of the Forbidden Forest to the rough man with tears in his eyes, Hagrid's transformation was almost without delay. After seeing that Harry could still move, Hagrid couldn't help but kidnap Harry. stand up.
"I'll take you to the school doctor's office now."
"No, no, I just got hurt accidentally. I just need to drink some medicine."
Harry, who was held in Hagrid's hands like a chicken, shakily wiped the sweat from his forehead. The severe pain just now really almost killed him. If it were a guy with a less determined will and poorer physical fitness, Harry , after what happened just now, he rolled his eyes and fell into a coma.
"Then what happened to you just now? By the way, let me see where you are injured."
After confirming that Harry still had the strength to move, Hagrid carefully placed Harry on the grass for fear of damaging him.
"I just did a little experiment... I didn't expect... Alas."
Harry sighed and raised his left hand tremblingly. The little finger, which was swollen like a carrot, was particularly conspicuous. The muscles inside had swelled and broken, and even the bones had cracks due to the squeeze of the muscles.
"I'll take a sip of the potion first."
Harry reached out and touched his arms, and found a small, close-fitting bag hanging diagonally on his chest. This package was also made of dragon skin and was a magic prop that had been expanded by the Seamless Stretch Charm. Inside was Sneijian. Potion prepared for Harry.
From healing to detoxification, from strength liberation to defense enhancement...the package may be small, but the contents inside are very complete. As a belated birthday gift, Snape expressed his concern for Harry over the past eleven years. All integrated into it.
'After all, I'm your godfather, Harry. '
Snape looked into Harry's eyes and spoke to him softly, and hung the chest bag on Harry with his own hands.
And today, this chest bag comes in handy.
A thumb-sized glass bottle contained bright red potion. After removing the lid, Harry licked the lid slightly. The small amount of potion on it was enough to cause the muscle of his left little finger to explode.
Snape's improved ultimate version of the potion of life was so powerful that it was so powerful that the potion, which could revive human flesh and bones, was not even used for three to five seconds when healing these minor wounds. The fingers that were originally swollen and bleeding The swelling quickly subsided, the broken muscles healed, the cracks on the finger bones disappeared, and a cool feeling alternated with a little heat. No trace of injury could be seen from the inside or outside.
"vomit~~~vomit~~~~vomit~~~~~~"
Harry, who only had time to put the cap on the bottle, turned sideways and opened his mouth to vomit two seconds after drinking the potion. His stomach acid, which was already empty, was about to spit out. He just licked it slightly with his tongue. He licked it, but the terrifying, extreme, indescribable and weird taste filled his entire mouth.
If we were really looking for a more appropriate description, it would probably be... septic tank extract?
And it's a concentrated essence....
At this moment, Harry finally understood the true meaning of Snape's war potions. In order to increase the potency to the limit, Snape paid everything except the potion as the price for his promotion.
This terrible smell is enough to become a permanent nightmare for anyone and any creature.
"Everything is forgotten!"
Harry, who had shot himself in the head, was stunned for half a second, then he stood up in a daze and asked Hagrid in a somewhat erratic voice.
"Hagrid, did I accidentally fall and eat a big mouthful of shit just now?"
Harry asked Hagrid, pointing blankly at the vomit in front of him.
"Uh...huh? This...oh!"
Hagrid seemed to have changed his face, the expression on his face changed again and again. His originally rusty brain seemed to have been polished off and filled with new lubricant at this moment. The sudden increase in intelligence allowed Hagrid to figure out the taste. .
"Did Snape give you this potion?"
Hagrid pointed to the small bottle in Harry's hand.
"Ah, yes."
Harry nodded blankly. When his eyes fell on the bottle, he wanted to throw it away for no reason. Throw it as far away as possible.
'How could I think that! After all, this is a little 100,000 Galleons thing, something that can save your life if you drink it... Wait! Help? ! '
He shook his head vigorously, and the increasingly bitter taste in his mouth made his dizzy head sober up, "Gan! I can't forget it even if I forget it..."
The unbearable memories that he had erased resurfaced again, but Harry, who had nothing to vomit, could only retching a few times, and then he weakly spoke to Hagrid.
"Is there...is there anything to eat, Hagrid? If you don't change the taste in my mouth, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on any longer."
"The centaurs' herbs work!" Hagrid immediately understood what Harry meant and stood up quickly. He picked up a handful of pieces of meat scattered on the ground, picked up a branch of about the same thickness and randomly bunched it up. There was still a lot of flaming red charcoal left in the broken bonfire. Hagrid threw a small branch into it and blew on it a few times. The bonfire that was lit again began to lick the fat and thin pieces of the horned camel beast.
After a while, Hagrid came out of the hut and carried out a sack, which was filled with fist-sized packages of leaves.
"This is the herbal spice I got from the centaurs. Snape's poison was so terrible that I drank it once. It felt..."
Hagrid shook his body violently, "It's scarier than being imprisoned in Azkaban..."
The herbal spice package wrapped in leaves was crushed into fine powder by Hagrid's hands. He slowly and patiently sprinkled the powder on the meat skewers. After a while, a wonderful aroma spread out, while he was chewing on the grass. Harry took a deep breath as he spit out grass to relieve the weird taste in his mouth.
The strange bitterness in his mouth was still there, but it seemed that the strange smell lingering on the tip of his nose had dissipated a little at this moment.
Hagrid's barbecue skills are very rough, and even the processing of these meat pieces has not been completed. The bloody meat should taste fishy and smelly, but with the blessing of these wonderful herbs and spices, the smell is gone. Empty, a fresh grass aroma that contrasts with the aroma of meat blends everything to just the right level.
Taking the slightly burnt meat skewers with his hands like a pilgrim, Harry expressed his gratitude to the great Mother Gaia at this moment, thanking her for creating Snape while leaving the centaurs with such a way out.
Harry almost ate the kebab with tears in his eyes. Although the weird smell had not completely dissipated, it was barely to the point that he could bear it.
"If one day, I really encounter a moment when I have to drink this magic potion... Should I choose death, death, or death?"
The righteous backstab from the Godfather really stabbed Harry in the heart.
War potions and the like are definitely not things for people to drink.
