"My Arago... Ugh..." Hagrid stopped crying. He wiped his face with his big hand. "Allen... Take it all away... I can't eat anymore..."
The crazy girl's untimely request and Allen's request made Penello cross her legs and turn her back to Luna. She picked up the tea on the table and took a sip. Since Allen had said so, she could not say anything. Penello felt suffocated and did not want to say a word.
"Allen, where is it?" Hagrid asked with tears in his eyes. Allen pointed to Penello's purse.
Penello crossed her arms and said impatiently, "You go out and find a good place. I don't want to take it out and put it back."
"It likes dusk..." Hagrid looked at Penello's purse softly, as if it was the eight-eyed spider. "I want to give it a decent funeral at dusk..."
Penello thought Allen's funeral was just to find a place to bury Hagrid. At this time, she realized that Hagrid really wanted to hold a grand funeral. She looked at Hagrid in disbelief, as if she was looking at a madman. Did this hybrid giant want them to accompany him to cry and mourn over Arago's hairy body?
"Oh, I still have to write to Harry and the others to invite them to attend Alagoc's funeral. They've seen it too, so they know how special it is …" Hagrid stood up and took out a parchment and a quill. He spread the parchment on the table and wiped his tears with his palm before he began to write quickly.
Allen did not tell Hagrid that although Arago did not eat people, it would order its descendants to eat them. He turned his head and glanced at the dismantled mutton. "Since Hagrid wants to invite people to attend Arago's funeral, make some more mutton. We can use this mutton to hold a small private banquet."
"Penello, I'll give you the recipe. You can stew the mutton." Luna said casually.
This made Penelope, who was already somewhat unable to suppress her jealousy, burst with anger from the bottom of her heart. She immediately glared at him, her eyebrows standing up one by one. She stood up from her seat and kicked the chair over. Her hand unconsciously reached for her wand as she scolded angrily, "Who do you think you are?! How dare you order me around?! "
"I think Allen and I like your cooking better than my own." Luna's hazy, protruding silver-gray eyes blinked and leaned toward Penello seriously. She then winked at Allen behind her.
"Oh, yes, Penello, you know, Luna doesn't cook for herself. She used to cook for Hull … Hufflepuff did it for her." Allen was not prepared for this. He wanted to ease the atmosphere, but he quickly said, "Oh, yes, Penello, you know, Luna didn't cook for herself.
Hagrid was stunned by the sudden turn of events. He looked at the furious Penello and remembered her fierce reputation. He did not care that Allen almost blurted out her identity. In his mind, it was probably some Hufflepuff student who liked to cook and was cooking for her classmate to practice her cooking skills.
When Penello heard that Luna admitted that her cooking skills were not as good as hers and Allen admitted that he liked her cooking better, she was so happy that she did not know whether to put down her wand or pull it out. Her angry and twisted expression seemed to be unable to adapt to the change in mood. She looked a little strange as she maintained her anger for the sake of dignity. "... Where's the recipe?"
"I'll write it now." Luna stretched her legs and jumped down from the tall chair in Hagrid's house. She took a piece of parchment on the greasy table in front of Hagrid that he had not used yet. She took out her wand and gently tapped on the parchment. Lines of words appeared on the parchment as if they were written by an invisible pen. Then, Luna handed the parchment full of words to Penello.
"Since there's someone else coming, we need a big pot for mutton stew." Penello took the recipe but did not look at it. Instead, she rummaged in her pocket and took out a huge pot.
Hagrid, who was a big man, was surprised by the pot's capacity. "Aura still needs to carry a pot with her?"
"I prepared it for a mission. One of my subordinates can eat a lot..." Penello, who was in a better mood, answered Hagrid's question. She put the pot on the ground and looked at the recipe. Then, she slammed it on the table.
"Crazy girl, are you kidding me?! How long will it take you to write it? Are you dreaming or do you want us to eat in the middle of the night?! " After saying that, Penello's slender finger forcefully pointed at the time needed to cook this dish written on the parchment and fiercely nodded, "I don't have time to play with you. See for yourself how many hours you wrote on the parchment!"
"Oh, don't worry..." Luna held the necklace around her neck and removed the illusion on it, revealing her true appearance. It was a time converter. She held the small shiny golden timer and looked at Penello with her bulging eyes. "You can use it."
Hagrid was about to write another letter, but when he heard Luna's words, he stopped writing. He raised his head and saw the time converter in Luna's hand. His eyes widened as he said in disbelief, "Are you planning to use the time converter to cook?"
Luna reached out and handed the time converter to Penello, who was also a little stunned.
"Illegal possession of the Time Converter. I'm considering if I should arrest you and bring you back to the Ministry of Magic …" Although Penello said so, she did not decline and took the pendant. The thin chain hung on her slender fingers, and the pendant of the Time Converter swung around agilely with her fingers.
Penello put the time converter on her neck and looked at the recipe again. She took out her wand and directed the mutton that Hagrid had disassembled to fly to the table. After selecting the parts she wanted, she glanced at the mutton skeleton on the wooden board. She tucked her fringe behind her ear and directed the wooden board with the complete mutton skeleton to fly to the table.
After taking some condiments from Hagrid, Penello was satisfied with her success. She put away her wand and looked up. However, her face darkened instantly. She was the only one who foolishly worked for a long time because of Luna's words.
Penello stared at Luna, who had returned to her seat and was drinking tea lazily. She seemed to be planning to sit on the sofa and wait for the ready-made meal. She remembered what she had heard about Professor Mag at the stadium's stands. She walked over and grabbed the back of Luna's collar without any explanation. She snorted and said, "I don't want to age by a few hours just to make stew for you!"
"The time converter can't take me away," Luna argued, hinting to Penello that the time converter couldn't take a god away.
"Hmph. Even if you can't use it, you can help me prepare some side dishes." After saying that, Penello didn't wait for her to react. He pulled Luna out of her seat and said, "Eren, you stay here and wait for us for a while. The crazy girl and I will go to the forbidden forest to deal with things. I have to find a place where no one can see me and use the time converter."
Luna, who was grabbed by the back of her neck again, turned to look at Allen and tried to ask him for help with her bulging eyes. When she realized that Allen was pretending not to look at her, she waved her hand at the recipe in Penello's hand with a rare annoyed expression. Then, she slammed the "duplicated" recipe in front of Allen. "Allen, go and prepare some condiments. They are in the greenhouse for the potion and herbal medicine classes."
"Okay." Allen, who was afraid of trouble, could only respond to Luna's revenge.
Penello had already walked out of Hagrid's hut with Luna in his hand. The pot of mutton and the wooden board with the skeleton floated behind them.
"Hagrid, I'll go and prepare these ingredients first..." Allen folded the recipe into a small square and held it in his hand. At this time, he was a little embarrassed. "We'll meet you here later..."
Looking at the wooden door closed after Allen went out, Hagrid was still a little confused. He thought that he would be arrested for secretly raising Aragok's offspring to eat Muggle. Then, he was told that his spider pet Aragok had died of old age. He was just about to hold a funeral for it, but now the scene had turned into running around for mutton stew and even using the time converter...
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