Still no luck with Slughorn then, I take it.
Luck.
That's it.
All I need is a bit of luck.
Well, how do you feel?
Excellent.
Really excellent.
Remember,
Slughorn usually eats early,
takes a walk
and then returns to his office.
Right.
I'm going down to Hagrid's.
What?
No, Harry, you've got to
go and speak to Slughorn.
We have a plan.
I know, but I've got a really
good feeling about Hagrid's.
I feel it's the place to be tonight.
Do you know what I mean?
No.
Well, trust me,
I know what I'm doing.
Or Felix does.
Hi!
Ah!
Merlin's beard, Harry!
Sorry, sir.
I should've announced myself.
Cleared my throat, coughed.
You probably feared I was Professor Sprout.
Yes, I did actually.
What makes you think that?
Well, just the general behaviour, sir.
The sneaking around,
the jumping when you saw me.
Are those Tentacula leaves, sir?
They're very valuable, aren't they?
Ten Galleons a leaf to the right buyer.
Not that I'm familiar with any such
back-alley transaction,
but one does hear rumours.
My own interests
are purely academic, of course.
Personally, these plants
always kind of freaked me out.
Mm.
Exactly how did you get
out of the castle, Harry?
Oh, through the front door, sir.
I'm off to Hagrid's, you see.
He's a very dear friend,
and I just fancied paying him a visit.
So, if you don't mind, I will be going now.
Harry!
Sir?
It's nearly nightfall.
Surely you realise I can't allow you
to go roaming the grounds by yourself.
Well then, by all means come along, sir.
Harry, I must insist you accompany me back
to the castle immediately!
That would be counterproductive, sir.
What makes you say that?
No idea.
Horace.
Merlin's beard!
Is that an actual Acromantula?
A dead one, I think, sir.
Good God.
Dear fellow,
however did you manage to kill it?
Kill it?
My oldest friend, he was.
I'm so sorry.
I didn't—
Oh, don't worry yourself.
You're not alone.
Seriously misunderstood
creatures, spiders are.
It's the eyes, I reckon,
they unnerve some folk.
Not to mention the pincers.
Yeah, I reckon that too.
Hagrid,
the last thing I wish to be is indelicate,
but Acromantula venom is uncommonly rare.
Would you allow me to
extract a vial or two?
Purely for academic purposes,
you understand.
Well, I don't suppose it's going
to do him much good now, is it?
My thoughts exactly.
Always have a
ampoule or two about my person
for just such occasions as this.
Old Potion Master's habit, you know.
I wish you could have
seen him in his prime.
Magnificent, he was.
Just magnificent.
Would you like me to say a few words?
Yes.
He had a family, I trust?
Oh, yeah.
Farewell ...
Aragog.
Farewell, Aragog.
King of the arachnids.
Your body will decay,
but your spirit lingers on.
And your human friends find solace
for the loss they have sustained.
♫ Laid him to rest.
And his wand snapped in two,
which was sad. ♫
I had him from an egg, you know.
Tiny little thing he was when he hatched,
no bigger than a Pekingese.
A Pekingese, mind you.
How sweet.
I once had a fish, Francis.
He was very dear to me.
One afternoon I came downstairs,
and he'd vanished.
Poof!
It's very odd, isn't it?
Isn't it?
But that's life,
I suppose.
You—
You go along and then suddenly ...
Poof.
[Hagrid snoring]
It was a student who gave me Francis.
One spring afternoon,
I discovered a bowl on my desk.
With just a few inches
of clear water in it.
And floating on the surface
was a flower petal.
As I watched, it sank.
Just before it reached the bottom,
it transformed
into a wee fish.
It was beautiful magic.
Wondrous to behold.
The flower petal had
come from a lily.
Your mother.
The day I came downstairs,
the day the bowl was empty,
was the day your mother ...
I know why you're here,
but I can't help you.
It would ruin me.
Do you know why I
survived, Professor?
The night I got this?
Because of her.
Because she sacrificed herself.
Because she refused to step aside.
Because her love was more
powerful than Voldemort.
Don't say his name.
I'm not afraid of the name, Professor.
I'm going to tell you something,
something others have only guessed at.
It's true,
I am the Chosen One.
Only I can destroy him.
But in order to do so,
I need to know what Tom Riddle
asked you all those years ago
in your office, and I need to know
what you told him.
Be brave, Professor.
Be brave like my mother.
Otherwise, you disgrace her.
Otherwise, she died for nothing.
Otherwise,
the bowl will remain empty
forever.
Please,
don't think badly of me when you see it.
You have no idea what
he was like, even then.