Arriving at Hagrid's Hut, Alan discovers that he and Slughorn are the last to arrive at Hagrid's Hut.

In Hagrid's hut, Penelope held a sharp cleaver and sliced the lamb that had been cooked seven or eight years old. There was still a large cauldron in the open space in front of the hut, and the pot was bubbling and bubbling in it, and the lamb bones were tumbling in it, and the soup was now milky white, and the aroma of a slight sheep's smell wafted out.

Hermione looked at Harry in surprise at Professor Slughorn walking in with Allen - Slughorn had actually come to Hagrid.

"You can't go wrong with a magic elixir. Harry whispered to himself as he looked at Professor Slughorn and clenched his fists, he would be able to finish Dumbledore's homework tonight.

Slughorn seemed to feel Harry's imminent gaze, and his nonchalant gaze startled at the sight of the messy black hair and large, round-rimmed glasses. He frowned and looked away, he had been avoiding Harry Potter, and he didn't expect to meet here. It's just that with so many people present this time, it was not good for him to leave directly after agreeing to Allen.

"Professor. Harry greeted Slughorn warmly, but didn't walk over.

Slughorn pulled out a smile and nodded at Harry, turning his attention to Hagrid.

"Hagrid," Slughorn said in a low and solemn tone, "I heard Professor Harris say something about you, and I'm sorry, please excuse me. ”

"Slug... Horace: If you want to come!. Hagrid's big hand brushed the corners of his eyes, "You're so nice." ”

Penelope watched the scene with some boredom, a little annoyed that the half-blood giant had managed to stop the cry he had begun when Harry had come over and described what had happened, and now it had been triggered by Slughorn again.

The black-haired witch greeted Allen with a look, looked at the pot of mutton soup in front of her, and stirred the lamb in the pot with a long spoon in annoyance - more and more people came to the funeral, and she lowered her head and concentrated on making her own soup, she was neither the owner of the cottage nor a student of Slughorn, so she did not intend to pay much attention to him.

The boiling mutton soup alone has already surrounded the whole cabin with this rich aroma.

"Boiling the soup into this color..."Slughorn couldn't help but admire, "Miss Krivat, you must have spent a long time..."

"It took me two hours just to soak this lamb bone in cold water to remove its peculiar smell and blood, and it took three hours to keep boiling it over a high fire to remove the foam before there was such a soup. Penelope wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, not surprised that Slughorn knew her, and she was smug at this compliment, "Alan, have you found everything?"

Alan handed Penelope the picked plants and a few sacks of linen, and gave a special explanation of the packet of spices that Snape had given, and the witch picked out the different portions from them and put them in the soup: "Professor Snape gave it to you? Try it less, if it tastes as bad as his potion, Alan, don't blame me..."

"That's really hard, I didn't even see that wonderful Quidditch match just now..."Slughorn looked at the murderous Auror in front of him, and he was quite useful in complimenting him, so he decided to take advantage of the situation and chase after him, "But just smell it and know that it's all worth it, cooking is similar to potions, I don't expect everyone to really appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance, they won't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magic of the heart and mind..."

Harry was impressed by the lines, which Snape had used to open before the first lesson had made a difficult point for him, and now realized that the old bat had stolen the lines of his teacher, Slughorn.

"But didn't Penelope leave after the game?" Hermione was a little confused.

Luna pulled out the Butterbeer race from her neck with bulging eyes and shook it in front of Hermione's eyes, "She almost saw her when she went back to the cabin. ”

"Ah, Miss Lovegood, you're too... Good afternoon~" Slughorn was accustomed to the way the famous Ravenclaw student spoke in front of him, and he didn't explore the deeper meaning.

Hermione glanced at Alan with some uncertainty, but after he nodded casually, he was stunned to realize that these Eagle Academy students were actually using the power of such a dangerous and profound magical artifact for such a trivial matter, and they were still so natural: "Oh my God, this is not all the electives, you..."

Harry, who was originally confused by the mad girl's words, also understood under the effect of the elixir, and now he felt that Dumbledore's worries were correct, in a sense, these Ravenclaws were more dangerous than Slytherins, and the purpose of the vipers to learn dangerous knowledge was at least for ambitions such as power, and you couldn't figure out their purpose at all, such as reversing time in order to stew a pot of soup...

Hagrid moved the large wooden table out of the room, and Harry helped him hold on to the other side of the table. After all this, Harry went to the hut to wait like Alan. The jumping fire, the steaming heat, the diffuse aroma... The twilight rays cast on Hagrid's cheeks, and the giant's huge shadow cast on the ground, matching with the others like a spider, the dappled light and shadow made his expression a little hazy.

Hagrid clapped his hands to get everyone's attention, and then said in a gruff and loud voice, "I'm thankful that everyone can come... While the sky is still relatively bright, not completely dark, and it is Aragog's favorite twilight, let's go to the funeral first. ”

"Where do you want to be buried, Hagrid?" asked Allen.

"Behind the pumpkin patch, I thought. Hagrid's voice choked, and he put a black sleeve over his arm, as if it had been made of strips of rags dipped in shoe polish, "When you didn't come back, I had already dug up—the grave." ”

Penelope cleanly untied his small waist bag and stuffed it into Allen's arms, "Alan, I won't go, I have to look at the pot." ”

Alan nodded, knowing that the black-haired witch was a little depressed, and it should have been that she and herself came over to send a spider, and so many people participated.

Hagrid's hand scratched his unkempt hair, he actually hoped that Aragog's funeral could be attended by as many people as possible, so that Aragog could get more blessings, but he and Miss Penelope Crivat didn't have any friendship in the first place, as an Auror, it was good enough not to hold Aragog alive without holding him accountable. What's more, he had also heard of the murderous name of the young female Auror in front of him, and the half-blood giant did not be reckless this time, but cautiously closed his mouth here.

Hagrid led Alan and the others into the back garden, where the dim sky glowed with a dull bleak glow illuminating a large dirt pit next to a ten-foot-tall pile of new dirt.

Alan opened Penelope's waist bag and released Aragog's body. Aragog was facing the sky on his back, all his sharp arthrops bent towards the sky, the two curved big claws were motionless, and the eight milky eyes on his head stared blankly at the sky.

"Merlin's beard, such a big eight-eyed spider?" Slughorn looked at the extraordinarily large eight-eyed spider in disbelief.

"I think it's—" Hermione began, glancing at Hagrid, and said, "I think he is, Professor." ”

Alan didn't say much, he kept staring at Harry, trying to identify the magic composition of his body after taking the elixir, and he couldn't see anything for a short time, but he could generally judge that there was indeed a divination prophecy in it, at least some of it.

"Good fellow, how did you kill it?" Slughorn frowned and spread his hands out in incomprehension. He looked at the spider in front of him with wide eyes, unable to take his eyes off the giant spider at all.

"Kill him, he's an old friend of mine!" Hagrid was upset, "Aren't we giving him a funeral?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know," Professor Slughorn quickly explained, "I'm sorry Hagrid, I didn't know about it... He's a spider. ”

"Forget it, don't worry, you're not the only one who doesn't like the eight-eyed spider, spiders are often misunderstood, probably because of the eyes, which will make some people afraid. Hagrid's eyes were slightly condensed, he himself was often misunderstood, which made people afraid, but recalling what the descendants of Aragog did, made Hagrid, who had been trained by the umbrella, a little worried, "But if you accidentally touch it, it's better to turn around and run, their temper is not very good..."

"His chela aren't very good-tempered, either," said Harry, who was behind Hagrid, baring his teeth and putting two fingers to his mouth and sliding them up and down, imitating the way a spider's chela stretched and retracted.

"Well, that's probably why. Hagrid said, giving Harry an uneasy look.