Crown

Hagrid and Slughorn went back to the hut to drink again.

Before today, their relationship might not have been particularly good, but after today, they would definitely become close friends—

Two people equally obsessed with mead could always find all sorts of topics they agreed on.

This time, Harry did not go along with them. Instead, he returned to Hogwarts Castle with Silvan.

It was not too late yet, so they could still make it back for dinner.

Harry did not know how Slughorn managed it, but he really could not get used to the food Hagrid provided.

On the way back, Silvan noticed Harry had been sighing the whole time, occasionally pursing his lips as though reminiscing about something.

"What's wrong?" Silvan asked.

"The Felix Felicis has worn off." Harry looked up, speaking with a sense of loss. "I can feel it. Just now, the effects of the Felix Felicis completely disappeared."

The Felix Felicis Slughorn had rewarded them with could bring a full day of good luck, but Harry had only drunk about a third of his, which worked out to roughly eight or nine hours.

"You can feel that?" Silvan was curious.

"Of course, and it's obvious." Harry said, looking up at the sky again. "In that instant, even the sky didn't seem as bright as before."

Silvan looked up as well, but he found it difficult to understand what Harry meant.

Hadn't the sky always looked like this?

Besides, it was evening now. It would have been strange if it were still bright.

"Oh, right. I think you could drink some Felix Felicis too." Harry suddenly turned to Silvan. "Haven't you been thinking about how to carve runes onto the locket? Maybe you're just lacking a bit of luck."

"Maybe after drinking Felix Felicis, you'll happen