The Failed Wand

Chapter 691: The Failed Wand

At dusk, Silvan returned to the Forbidden Forest with Harry and watched Hagrid and Slughorn drag Aragog to a deep pit behind the pumpkin patch, murmuring something to it.

"How did you do it?" Harry asked quietly. "Aragog looks exactly the same as before, but didn't you already remove its—heart?"

Harry paused. Even now, he still found it hard to accept the fact that an Acromantula's heart was "a tube."

"Yes, it took quite a bit of effort—Cutting Curses, Restoration Charms, and so on. And Aragog was already dead, so getting its wounds to heal was quite troublesome," Silvan said. "But if you say that, it proves I did a pretty good job."

"Yeah, it doesn't look any different at all," Harry said softly. "But I think you didn't need to go through all that trouble. You could've just told Hagrid. He might not have refused. Slughorn did it that way."

As if to prove Harry right, Slughorn pulled two small glass bottles from his coat pocket as soon as he finished speaking.

"Hagrid, I don't wish to disrespect your friend. But Acromantula venom is an extremely rare Potions ingredient. Could you let me collect some?" Slughorn said, emphasizing, "Don't worry, it's purely for academic research."

Slughorn was a little nervous. This was why he had comforted Hagrid all day, and in the process, he had impulsively handed Harry a secret he had kept hidden for decades.

What a loss!

After sobering up, Slughorn had regretted it somewhat, but there was nothing he could do. After all, Dumbledore had already gone through all his memories by then.

He could only seek comfort elsewhere—for example, by finding a chance to collect a few more vials of Acromantula venom later.

"It won't be needing it anymore, will