"Hagrid... I don't want to be hard-hearted at this time, but the venom of the eight-eyed spider is quite rare... Can I extract a vial or two?" Slughorn couldn't help but plead with Hagrid as he looked at the huge body of the eight-eyed spider, and then smiled kindly at Alan and Hermione, "Thanks to the Umbrella Company, the value of Venom has been reduced from 100 gold Galleons per pint to 70, but the price is still relatively expensive, and it is not good to waste..."

"Thank you, Professor, for your recognition of the umbrella. Creating value for the wizarding world is the social responsibility of the umbrella. Hermione responded somewhat formulaically, the amount of venom produced by the huge amount of eight-eyed giant spiders controlled by the enslaved gems in Penelope's pocketspace was not a luxury if all the production was supplied to the market.

In Slughorn's expectant gaze, Hagrid shook his furry head and thought for a moment, "It's useless to keep it now, anyway, isn't it?"

"Exactly as I thought!" Slughorn echoed, dragging his fat body down the dirt slope and up to the eight-eyed spider, which was taller than him, "I always carry a couple of ampoules with me, and that's what I'm used to for this situation, Potions Teacher. ”

"I wish you could see him back then, there is no more majestic eight-eyed spider than him. Hagrid said wistfully, tears welling up in his eyes as he turned his head to look at it.

Slughorn echoed it, and he leaned over the giant in Aragog to carefully handle the poisonous juice between the chelae, the bottle rattling to him with a satisfying noise.

Suddenly, Slughorn was stunned as he held the severed claw in his hand, and he accidentally broke Aragog's claw off - the body of the long-dead eight-eyed spider had begun to decompose a little.

Slughorn was a little flustered and embarrassed, and quietly poked his head to see Hagrid's gaze beyond the spider's massive belly to see in front of it, Harry was comforting Hagrid, not paying attention to what was happening on his side. And Poe's Alan Harris and Hermione Granger were talking, and they didn't seem to find themselves on their side.

Slughorn quickly lowered his head and quietly shoved the severed giant turtle under Aragog's head, but when he turned to return after doing all this, he looked up to find Luna not far from him, and her hazy light silver eyes were staring at him for a moment.

He met Luna's gaze with a flattering look, hoping that Luna would not say it and keep it a secret for him, but Luna did not speak, but smiled at Slughorn.

Somewhat uneasy and embarrassed, Slughorn hurriedly put away the venom he had collected, stuffed the bottle back into his cloak, and walked back to Hagrid, he looked down at Aragog in the pit, and then at Hagrid, who looked very sad, and said after clearing his throat as if to compensate, "Would you like me to say a few eulogies?"

"Of course!" Hagrid immediately agreed, "I'd love to, you know I'm not good at saying that..."

Harry glanced at Professor Slughorn and thought that he must have obtained enough high-quality venom from Aragog to have such patience and thoughts.

"I suppose he has family, right?" Slughorn asked.

"No," Hagrid responded, remembering that the bad things Aragog's descendants had done to weaken his tone...

Slughorn stood with his hands in front of him, bowed his head, made a mournful look, and said in a serious, deep voice, "Farewell...... Allah ......"

Slughorn paused, he forgot his name.

"Aragog. Hagrid reminded.

Slughorn smiled at Hagrid, his tone slow and solemn: "Farewell Aragog, Aragog, Lord of Spiders...... Your body may perish, but your soul will live forever...... In this way, your human friends will find some relief in the enduring grief. ”

With a wave of his palm, Alan lifted the dirt from beside him and slowly covered Aragog's entire body in a dull manner, forming a smooth mound, while Hermione carved the inscription in beautiful and meticulous floral script on the wooden tombstone made of Hagrid with her wand.

Luna's trance 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 good shape.

It was already completely dark, and Penelope stood in front of the pan, the exuberant fire shining on her face, she leaned down and shoveled a piece of the mutton fat she had boiled to turn it back into liquid, and then put in some of the potion ingredients that Eren had brought back as spices, and fried them to create a fragrance and mix with the mutton fat.

Then she silently counted the number of people present, grabbed some lamb and threw it into the pan... Then she suddenly looked up at Hagrid's body again, used the amplification charm on her pan, added some lamb, and began to fry and stir-fry, Penelope's arm flipped and the aroma filled the area.

After the funeral, the hungry people could barely sit still, and they gathered around Penelope, watched Penelope finish frying, transferred the meat to a different large soup bowl, scooped the soup from another huge pot, and finally sprinkled some chopped coriander on the surface of them, and the smell in the large bowl soon became very strong.

"What a fragrance, does this look different?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, her nose moving slightly, and sniffing the overflowing aroma.

Luna's expression seemed to be satisfied with the smell: "The recipe in Qiu Zhang's hometown magazine, an exotic dish suitable for winter. ”

"The packet of spices that Professor Snape gave Alan worked particularly well, and when you put it in, the flavor was even more enticing than before. Penelope pointed to the spice gauze bag that had been taken out, she was very satisfied with the pot of mutton soup she had made, she had no bottom on the recipe provided by the crazy girl, but she found that the finished product was surprisingly good, she said a little smugly: "Cooking skills are actually very related to talent, Hermione, what are you good at?"

Luna had already admitted that her cooking skills were inferior to herself, and now Penelope also wanted Hermione to admit that she was inferior to herself - and Hermione, who had been focusing on her studies at school, had no chance to practice her cooking skills in various business trips like Penelope who became an Auror, which made her a little speechless when she was only confident in making some sandwiches.

Professor Slughorn took the packet of boiled spices and sniffed it, looking a little sad in his posture, he turned his head to look at Harry's green eyes, and muttered, "Its name is Magellan, and in recent years it has been replaced by the cheaper Crab Claw Orchid, it is similar to the surname of a powerful wizard named Reslyn Marcori in ancient times, it is said that Reslynn likes this potion stew with his twin brother Caramona... I used to have a female student who started to love this when she heard this story, and often came to borrow some materials from me and then gave them to me and other her classmates... Since then, I've eaten delicious food in many unimaginable places, including Headmaster's private dining room in Beauxbatons and more... But nothing compares to it... Unlike other spices, its aroma is not too presence, but it is very unique and long-lasting..."

"The recipe says that the locals are a bit like eating Swiss fondue, where everyone eats around a pot of hot food, but I don't think we have to do everything..."Penelope still made it more in line with her habits, she thought Hagrid was a little unclean, and Slughorn was a bit old stinky... Luna smells of raw cheeks.

Then Pennet put the rest of the prepared part in a hanging pot, scooped the soup into the hanging pot from the cauldron where the lamb bones were still boiling, and added some mushrooms and other things into it. With his wand, he commanded it to fly into the house, and hung it on Hagrid's fireplace to heat it, "Okay, you can get yourself a favorite dipping sauce to eat, and if you don't have enough, you can go to the hanging pot and serve it yourself." ”

The roaring fire in the fireplace in Hagrid's cabin, and the heat rising from the pot of mutton soup made the room very warm.

Slughorn chose for himself the mint that Europeans commonly used to eat mutton, and after tasting it, he did not give out some polite and flattering compliments as usual, but only fell into his own memories in a bit of a distraction.

Alan put some coriander green pepper chopped shallots in his bowl, and then poured it with hot soup, in the process of waiting for the seasoning to be heated and half-cooked, he first began to drink the milk soup in his soup bowl with a soup spoon, and the taste buds were immediately enjoyed, Alan only felt that this soup was fragrant and strong, and the aftertaste was long, which was difficult to match in any dish and soup, and the whole person's internal organs seemed to be surrounded by this warmth, and the whole body was warm.

Luna picked up a piece of lamb and dipped it in the sauce from the arrow-shaped green leaves she had just picked, but because the temperature was too hot, her light silver eyes seemed to be more abrupt, and she chewed a few times and swallowed the picture, and the light blonde stared at Allen's dipping sauce and exchanged it with her own.

Alan glanced up at Penelope and Hermione, and saw that Penelope was helping Hermione, who was a little clumsy in this regard, and she got some hot pistachio and added it to Hermione's dipping sauce, maybe it seemed that it was because of the healing brought by the hot soup in cold weather, or maybe Penelope was trying to show off her cooking skills, so that everything seemed so warm now.

Alan then forked a piece of rib meat with a fork and dipped it in the dipping sauce that Luna had exchanged, the sour taste reminded him of the origin of this thing, when he went back to his first meal, Rowena Ravenclaw was also seasoned with a sauce, it was a sour mold - which made Allen look similar to Professor Slughorn's.

Before Harry could move, he was trying to persuade Hagrid to eat something - of course, it didn't delay him for long, and Hagrid changed his mind after being fed Harry for the first time, showing the half-blood giant's appetite.

At this time, Tooth, who had been afraid of Penelope's breath, smelled the aroma and couldn't help but pick up its tail and get out from under the bed, it didn't lie on the floor as usual, but kept wagging its tail around Hagrid, begging for some mutton.