Hogwarts Everything is Three

Arriving at Hagrid’s Hut, Alan realized that he and Slughorn were the last to reach Hagrid’s Hut.

In Hagrid's hut, Penello held a sharp cleaver and sliced ​​the cooked lamb into pieces. The big pot was still standing on the open space in front of the hut, and the pot was bubbling, and the lamb bones were tumbling in it. The soup was now milky white, with a slightly lamb-smelling aroma wafting out.

Seeing Professor Slughorn as Allen walked in, Hermione looked at Harry in surprise-Slughorn had actually come to Hagrid.

"Fortune can't go wrong," Harry whispered to himself. He looked at Professor Slughorn, clenched his fists, and was sure to finish Dumbledore's homework tonight.

Slughorn seemed to feel Harry's inevitable gaze, and his careless gaze was startled when he saw the messy black hair and the big round glasses. He frowned and turned his gaze away. He had been avoiding Harry Potter and he didn't expect to meet him here. However, with so many people present this time, it would be hard for him to leave directly after agreeing to Alan.

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

Slughorn nodded to Harry with a smile, and turned his attention to Hagrid.

"Hagrid," Slughorn said in a deep and solemn tone, "I heard Professor Harris talk about you. I'm sorry, please."

"Slug...Horace! You just want to come!" Hagrid's big hand wiped the corner of his eye, "You are so kind."

Penello looked at the scene with a bit of greasiness. The annoyed half-blood giant finally stopped the cry of Harry when he came over and described what happened. Now it was triggered by Slughorn again.

The black-haired witch and Allen greeted with their eyes, looked at the pot of mutton soup in front of them, and stirred the mutton in the pot with a long spoon in irritation-more and more people came to the funeral, she lowered Head, concentrating on making her own soup, she was neither the owner of the hut nor Slughorn's student, so she didn't intend to pay much attention to him.

Just this boiling mutton soup has already made the entire cabin surrounded by this rich aroma.

"Boil the soup into this color..." Slughorn couldn't help but exclaimed: "Miss Kriwatt, you must have spent a long time..."

"It took me two hours for this sheep bone to soak it in cold water to remove its odor and **** water. I kept boiled it for three hours on a high fire to get rid of the foam, and then there was such a soup." Penello wiped it with his sleeve. Wiping the sweat on her forehead, it is not surprising that Slughorn knew her, she was fascinated by this compliment, "Alan, have you found everything?"

Allen handed the picked plants and a few linen bags to Penello. He specifically explained the package of spices that Snape had given. The witch picked these different portions and put them in the soup: "Professor Snape gives you Yes? Try it less, if it tastes as bad as his potion, Alan, don't blame me..."

"That was really hard work. The wonderful Quidditch game just now was not regarded as..." Slughorn watched as the compliment of the fierce female Auror in front of him was acceptable, so he decided to take advantage of it. "But Just by smelling this, you know that it’s all worth it. Cooking is similar to potions. I don’t expect everyone to truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance. They don’t really understand the liquid that flows into people’s blood vessels, the magical power that makes people's hearts excited and confused..."

Harry was very impressed with the lines. Snape used similar lines to make his opening remarks before making things difficult for him in the first class. Now he realized that the old bat was using his teacher Slughorn's lines.

"But didn't Penello leave after the game?" Hermione was puzzled.

Luna raised her eyes and took out the Butter Beer Contest on her neck and shook it in front of Hermione's eyes: "She was almost seen by herself when she returned to the cabin."

"Ah, Miss Lovegood, you are here too...good afternoon~" Slughorn was accustomed to the way the famous Ravenclaw student spoke before him, and he didn't explore the deeper meaning.

Hermione glanced at Ellen 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 object in such a small matter so naturally. Looks like: "Oh my god, this is not all the elective courses, you guys..."

Harry, who had been stunned at the crazy girl's words, also understood under the effect of the elixir. He now feels that some of Dumbledore’s concerns are correct. In a sense, these Ravenclaw Bislaters Lin is still in danger. The purpose of the poisonous snakes to learn about danger is at least for others to know that it is for power and other ambitions. These eagle school students are completely unsure of their purpose. For example, it is reversed to make a pot of soup. time…

Hagrid moved the huge wooden table out of the room, and Harry helped him to support the other side of the table. After all this, Harry came to the hut and waited like Alan and the others. The leaping firelight, the steaming heat, the diffuse fragrance... the evening sun is projected on Hagrid’s cheeks, and the giant’s huge shadow is projected on the ground. It looks like a spider when matched with others. The mottled light and shadow make him The look is a little hazy.

Hagrid clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and then said coarsely and loudly, "I am very grateful to everyone for coming... while the sky is still bright, it is not completely dark, and it is Aragok's favorite. In the evening, let's go to have a funeral first."

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

"Behind the pumpkin field, I think." Hagrid's voice choked. He put a black sleeve on his arm, as if he had dipped a rag with shoe polish. "When you didn't come back, I already dug. --grave."

Penello cleanly took off his pockets and stuffed it into Allen's arms, "Allen, I won't go there, I have to look at the pot."

Alan nodded, knowing that the black-haired witch was a little frustrated. It was originally she and herself who came to send a spider to so many people.

Hagrid scratched his unkempt hair. He actually hoped that Aragog’s funeral would be attended by as many people as possible, so that Aragog would receive more blessings, but he and Penello Krivart The young lady didn't have much friendship at first. As an Auror, it would be good enough not to hold him accountable for raising Aragog. What's more, he also heard about the foul name of the young female Auror in front of him. The hybrid giant did not be reckless this time but closed his mouth carefully.

Hagrid led Allen and his group into the back garden, and the dimly yellow sky glowed with a dim and bleak light, shining on a huge dirt pit next to a pile of new soil ten feet high.

Allen opened Penello's pockets and released Aragoc's body. Aragok faces up to the sky, all the sharp limbs are bent towards the sky, and the two big sculptors are motionless~www.NovelMTL.com~The eight milky eyes on his head stare blankly at the sky.

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

"I think it's it..." Hermione started, looking at Hagrid and changing her words: "I think it's him, Professor."

Allen didn't say much. He kept staring at Harry, trying to identify the magical composition that he radiated after taking the blessing potion. He couldn't see anything in a short time, but he roughly judged that there was indeed a fortune-telling composition. At least part of it.

"Good fellow, how did you kill it?" Slughorn frowned and stretched out his hands incomprehensibly. He opened his eyes to observe the spider in front of him, and he couldn't take his eyes off the giant spider at all.

"Kill him? He's my old friend!" Hagrid was upset, "Aren't we holding a funeral for him?"

"Sorry, I don't know..." Professor Slughorn reflected and quickly explained, "Sorry Hagrid, I don't know it... Is he your friend?"

"Forget it, don't worry, you are not the only one who doesn't like eight-eyed spiders. Spiders are often misunderstood by people, probably because of their eyes, which can make some people afraid." Hagrid's eyes narrowed, and he himself often Being misunderstood and frightening, but remembering what the descendants of Aragog did, Hagrid is even more worried about what has been exercised by the umbrella. "But if you accidentally bump into it, it's better to turn around and run, they 'S temper is not very good..."

"His long claws are also not very good..." Harry grinned behind Hagrid, stretched out **** and slid his mouth up and down to imitate the spider's long claws stretching and shrinking.

"Well, that's probably the reason," Hagrid said with an uncomfortable look at Harry.