"Hagrid … I don't want to be stone-hearted at this time, but the venom of the Giant Eight-Eyed Spider is quite rare … Can you allow me to extract one or two small bottles?" Slughorn looked at the huge body of the Giant Eight-Eyed Spider and couldn't help but ask Hagrid. Then he smiled kindly at Allen and Hermione. "Thanks to the Umbrella Company, the value of the venom has dropped from 100 gold coins per pint to 70 gold coins, but it's still expensive. It's not good to waste it …"
"Professor, thank you for your recognition of the Umbrella Company. It's the social responsibility of the Umbrella Company to create value for the magic world. " Hermione's response was somewhat formulaic. The huge amount of venom produced by the Giant Eight-Eyed Spider controlled by the Enslavement Gem in Penello's pocket space was, in fact, not a luxury product if all the production was supplied to the market.
Under Slughorn's expectant gaze, Hagrid shook his big hairy head and thought for a moment. "Anyway, it's useless to keep it now, isn't it?"
"That's exactly what I thought!" Slughorn chimed in. He dragged his fat body down the slope and stood in front of the Giant Eight-Eyed Spider that was taller than him. "I always carry a few ampoules with me, just for situations like this. It's an old habit of the potions teacher."
"I really hope you can see what he looked like in the past. There's no more majestic Giant Eight-Eyed Spider than him," Hagrid said nostalgically. Tears came out of his eyes again. He couldn't bear to look at him.
Although Slughorn agreed, he bent down and carefully dealt with the venom between the pincers of Aragoc's giant pincers. He watched as the bottle rattled to his satisfaction.
Suddenly, Slughorn held the broken pincers in his hand and froze. He accidentally broke off Aragoc's pincers — the body of the Giant Eight-Eyed Spider that had been dead for a long time had begun to decay.
Slughorn was a little flustered and embarrassed. He quietly poked his head out and saw that Hagrid couldn't see past the huge abdomen of the spider. In front of it, Harry was comforting Hagrid and didn't pay attention to what was happening on Slughorn's side. Allen Harris and Hermione Granger on the slope were talking and didn't seem to notice the situation on Slughorn's side.
Slughorn quickly lowered his head and quietly stuffed the broken pincer under Aragok's head. After doing all this, he turned around and was about to leave. However, as soon as he raised his head, he saw Luna not far away from him. Her hazy silver bulging eyes were staring at him without blinking.
He looked at Luna with flattering eyes, hoping that Luna wouldn't say anything and keep it a secret for him. Luna didn't say anything, just smiled at Slughorn.
Slughorn hurriedly collected the collected venom, stuffed the bottle back into his cloak, and walked back to Hagrid. He looked down at Aragoc in the pit, and then looked at Hagrid who looked very sad. He cleared his throat and said, "Would you like me to say a few words of eulogy?"
"Of course!" Hagrid immediately agreed. "I'd love to. You know I'm not good at saying these things …"
Harry glanced at Professor Slughorn and thought that Professor Slughorn must have obtained enough high-quality venom from Aragoc to have such patience and thought.
"I think he has a family?" Slughorn asked.
"Of course …" Hagrid responded. Thinking of the bad things that Aragoc's descendants had done, his tone became weak.
Slughorn stood with his hands in front of him, bowed his head, and made a mourning expression. He said in a serious and low voice, "Farewell … Aragoc …"
Slughorn paused for a moment. He had forgotten the name.
"Aragoc," Hagrid reminded him.
Slughorn smiled at Hagrid. His tone was slow and solemn. "Farewell, Aragoc, King of Spiders … Your body may decay, but your soul will live forever … So your human friends will find a trace of relief in the long-lasting sorrow."
Allen waved his hand, and the soil next to him rose up and slowly covered Aragoc's body, forming a smooth mound. Hermione used her magic wand to carve a beautiful and meticulous inscription on Hagrid's wooden tombstone.
Luna's absent-minded voice came. "Let's go back and start the banquet."
"Yes, Hagrid, I think you need a drink now," Slughorn suggested to Hagrid, who was not in a good state.
The sky was completely dark. Penello stood in front of the pan, the vigorous fire projecting on her face. She bent down and shoveled a piece of the previously boiled mutton oil into the pan to turn it back into liquid. Then she put in some of the magic ingredients that Allen had brought back as spices and fried them with the mutton oil.
Then, she silently counted the number of people present, grabbed some mutton and threw it into the frying pan … Then, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Hagrid's figure. She cast a magnification spell on her frying pan and added some more mutton. Then, she began to fry it. Penello's arms moved quickly. In an instant, the aroma filled the area.
After the funeral, the hungry people could hardly sit still. They gathered around Penello and watched as Penello finished frying the mutton, transferred the meat to different big soup bowls, and ladled the soup from another huge pot into them. Finally, she sprinkled some chopped coriander on the surface. The aroma in the big soup bowls quickly became very strong.
"It smells good. Does it look very different?" Hermione could not help but ask as she sniffed the overflowing aroma with her nose slightly twitching.
Luna's expression seemed to be very satisfied with the smell. "It's a recipe from Autumn's hometown magazine. It's an exotic food suitable for winter."
"The bag of spices that Professor Snape gave to Allen is very effective. After adding it, the aroma is more enticing than before." Penello pointed at the bag of spices and gauze that she had taken out. She was very satisfied with the pot of mutton soup she made. She was not confident about the recipe provided by the crazy girl, but when she found that the finished product was surprisingly good, she said proudly, "Cooking actually has a lot to do with talent. Hermione, what dish are you good at?"
Before this, Luna had already admitted that her cooking was not as good as her. Now, Penello wanted Hermione to admit that she was not as good as her. Hermione, who had been focusing on her studies in school, did not have the opportunity to practice her cooking skills on various business trips like Penello from Aura. This made her, who was only confident in making some sandwiches, a little speechless.
He turned his head to look at Harry's green eyes and murmured, "Its name is Magellan. In recent years, it has been replaced by the cheaper Crab Claw Orchid. It's similar to the surname of a powerful wizard in ancient times called Raistlin Magellan. It's said that Raistlin liked to stew meat with this potion with his twin brother Caramon … I had a female student who also liked to do the same after hearing this story. She often came to borrow some ingredients from me and would share some with me and her classmates … Since then, I've eaten delicious food in many unimaginable places, including Headmaster Boothbarton's private restaurant and so on … But nothing can compare to it … Unlike other spices, its aroma doesn't have much of a presence, but it's very unique and long-lasting …"
"The cookbook said that the locals there eat like a Swiss cheese hot pot. Everyone eats around a pot of hot food, but I think we don't have to do everything …" Penello made it more suitable for her to eat separately. She thought that Hagrid was a little dirty, Slughorn smelled a little like an old man … Luna smelled a little like the smell of fresh cheeks.
Then, Penello put the rest of the ingredients in a hanging pot. She scooped the soup from the big pot where the lamb bones were still simmering into the pot and added some mushrooms and other things. Then, she directed it to fly into the house with her wand and hung it on Hagrid's fireplace to heat it up. "Okay, you can make yourself a dipping sauce. If it's not enough, you can get more from the hanging pot later."
The fireplace in Hagrid's wooden house was burning brightly. Together with the steam rising from the pot of lamb soup, the whole house was very warm.
Slughorn chose mint, which was commonly used by Europeans to eat lamb. After tasting it, he didn't give out some polite compliments as usual. Instead, he was lost in his own memories.
Allen put some chopped coriander, green pepper, and green onion into his bowl and poured the soup over it. While waiting for the seasoning to be half-cooked, he began to drink the milk soup in his bowl with a spoon. His taste buds immediately enjoyed the taste. Allen only felt that the lamb soup was fresh and fragrant, with a lingering aftertaste. No other dish or soup could compare to it. His internal organs seemed to be surrounded by the warmth, and his whole body felt warm.
Luna forked a piece of lamb and dipped it in the sauce made from the arrow-shaped green leaves she had just plucked. However, because of the high temperature, her light silver eyes seemed to be more prominent. After chewing a few times and swallowing it, the blonde girl stared at Allen's dipping sauce and swapped it with her own.
Allen looked up at Penello and Hermione. He found that Penello was helping Hermione, who seemed to be a little clumsy in this aspect. She added some reheated pistachio into Hermione's dipping sauce. Perhaps it was because of the healing effect of the hot soup in cold weather, or perhaps Penello wanted to show off his cooking skills, but the scene now looked very warm.
Allen used his fork to pick up a piece of rib meat and dipped it in the dipping sauce that Luna exchanged. The sour taste reminded him of the origin of this thing. When he returned to the past for his first meal, Loynne Ravenclaw was also seasoned with a sauce. It was sorrel. Allen's expression was similar to Professor Slughorn's.
Harry hadn't started eating yet. He was persuading Hagrid to eat something. Of course, this didn't take too long. After the first bite was fed by Harry, Hagrid changed his mind and showed the hybrid giant's appetite.
At this time, Yaya, who was originally afraid of Penello's smell, could not help but come out from under the bed when he smelled the aroma. He did not lie on the floor as usual. Instead, he kept wagging his tail around Hagrid, begging for some lamb.
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