All things are three at Hogwarts

Chapter 893 She almost saw it herself

Arriving at Hagrid's hut, Alan discovered that he and Slughorn were the last people to arrive at Hagrid's hut.

In Hagrid's hut, Penello held a sharp cleaver and cut the half-cooked mutton into slices. There was still a large pot standing in the open space in front of the hut. The pot was bubbling and the sheep bones were rolling inside. The soup had turned milky white and the aroma with a slight smell of sheep wafted out.

Seeing Professor Slughorn walking in with Alan, Hermione looked at Harry in surprise that Slughorn had really come to Hagrid.

"Elixir can't go wrong." Harry whispered to himself. He looked at Professor Slughorn and clenched his fist. He would definitely complete the homework assigned by Dumbledore tonight.

Slughorn seemed to feel Harry's unstoppable gaze, and his casual eyes were startled when he saw the messy black hair and big round glasses. He frowned and looked away. He had been avoiding Harry Potter, but he didn't expect to meet him here. However, with so many people present this time, it was hard for him to leave directly after agreeing to Allen's promise.

"Professor." Harry greeted Slughorn warmly, but did not walk over.

Slughorn smiled and nodded to Harry, then turned his attention to Hagrid.

"Hagrid," Slughorn said in a low and solemn tone, "I heard what Professor Harris said about you. I'm sorry. Please give me my condolences."

"Slug...Horace! Just come if you want!" Hagrid's big hand brushed the corner of his eye, "That's so kind of you."

Penello looked at the scene here with some boredom, and was a little annoyed that the half-blood giant had finally stopped crying when Harry came over and described what happened, and now it was triggered again by Slughorn.

The black-haired witch greeted Allen with her eyes, looked at the pot of mutton soup in front of her, and angrily stirred the mutton in the pot with a long spoon. More and more people were attending the funeral. She lowered her head, Concentrating on making her own soup, she was neither the owner of the cabin nor Slughorn's student, so she didn't intend to pay much attention to him.

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

"Making the soup this color..." Slughorn couldn't help but admired: "Miss Crevat, you must have spent a long time..."

"It took me two hours just to soak the lamb bones in cold water to remove the odor and blood, and then simmered them over a high fire for three hours to constantly beat off the foam, so I could have such a soup." Penello wiped it with his sleeves. Wiping the sweat on her forehead, she was not surprised that Slughorn could recognize her. She was proud of the compliment, "Ellen, have you found everything?"

Allen handed the picked plants and several linen bags to Penello, and specifically told about the packet of spices given by Snape. The witch picked out the different amounts and put them into the soup: "Professor Snape gives it to you. Yes? Try it and use less. If the taste becomes as bad as his potion, Alan, don’t blame me..."

"That was really hard work. I didn't even watch the wonderful Quidditch match just now..." Slughorn saw that the notorious female Auror in front of him was complimenting him, so he decided to take advantage of the situation and pursue him, "But Just smelling the smell makes me know that it's all worth it. Cooking skills are similar to potions. I don't expect everyone to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursting with fragrance. They will not truly understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people feel fascinated and confused..."

Harry was quite impressed by this line. Snape had used a similar line in his opening remarks before trying to make things difficult for him in the first lesson. Only now did he realize that the old bat had stolen a line from his teacher Slughorn.

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

With bulging eyes, Luna took out the butterbeer bottle from her neck and waved it in front of Hermione's eyes: "She almost saw it when she went back to the hut."

"Ah, Miss Lovegood, you are also...good afternoon." Slughorn was accustomed to the way the famous Ravenclaw student in front of him spoke, and he did not explore the deeper meaning.

Hermione glanced at Allen 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 dangerous and profound magical objects on such a trivial matter so naturally. Looks like: "Oh my god, it's not like I signed up for all the elective courses. You..."

Harry, who was initially confused by the crazy girl's words, came to understand under the influence of Felixir. He now feels that some of Dumbledore's concerns are correct. In a sense, these Ravenclaws are better than Slater. Lin is also in danger. At least others can know that the purpose of the poisonous snakes in learning dangerous knowledge is for ambitions such as power. However, you, the students of these Yingyuan students, are completely unsure of their purpose. For example, now they actually reversed the situation just to make a pot of soup. time…

Hagrid moved the huge wooden table out of the room, and Harry helped him hold the other side of the table. After finishing all this, Harry came to the hut and waited quietly like Allen and the others. Jumping firelight, steaming heat, permeating fragrance... The dusk sunlight casts on Hagrid's cheek, and the giant's huge shadow casts on the ground. When paired with the others, he looks like a spider. The mottled light and shadow make him His expression was a little hazy.

Hagrid clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and then said loudly and gruffly: "I am very grateful to everyone for coming... while the sky is still relatively bright and not completely dark, it is Aragog's favorite At dusk, let’s go to the funeral first.”

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

"Behind the pumpkin patch, I think." Hagrid's voice was choked. He put a black sleeve on his arm, which seemed to be made of rag strips dipped in shoe polish. "Before you came back, I had already dug it. grave."

Penello neatly took off his small fanny pack and stuffed it into Allen's arms, "Alan, I won't go over. I have to watch the pot."

Allen nodded, knowing that the black-haired witch was a little upset. What was supposed to be her and herself coming to deliver a spider turned out to be so many people participating.

Hagrid scratched his disheveled hair. He actually hoped that Aragog's funeral would be attended by as many people as possible so that Aragog could receive more blessings. However, he and Miss Penelope Clivet had originally There was no friendship. As an Auror, it was good enough not to hold myself accountable for raising Aragog without permission. What's more, he had also heard of the vicious reputation of the young female Auror in front of him. This time, the hybrid giant did not act recklessly but carefully closed his mouth.

Hagrid led Alan and his party into the back garden. The dusky sky gave off a dull and pale light, illuminating a huge pit next to a pile of new soil ten feet high.

Allen opened Penello's pocket and released Aragog's body. Aragog was lying on his back, all the sharp jointed limbs were bent towards the sky, the two big curved turtles were motionless, and the eight milky white eyes on his head were staring blankly at the sky.

"Merlin's beard, such a big Acromantula?" Slughorn looked at this extremely huge Acromantula in disbelief.

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

Allen didn't say much. He kept staring at Harry, trying to identify the composition of the magic power emitted from his body after taking the Felixir. He couldn't see anything in a short time, but he generally judged that it did contain divination prophecies. At least some of them are.

"Good guy, how did you kill it?" Slughorn frowned and spread his hands, unable to understand. He opened his eyes wide to observe the spider in front of him, unable to take his eyes away from this huge spider.

"Kill him? He is an old friend of mine!" Hagrid was unhappy. "Aren't we holding a funeral for him?"

"Sorry, I didn't know..." Professor Slughorn reflected and quickly explained, "Sorry Hagrid, I didn't know it... he is a spider."

"Forget it, don't worry, you are not the only one who doesn't like eight-eyed spiders. Spiders are often misunderstood, probably because of their eyes, which make some people scared." Hagrid's eyes narrowed slightly, and he himself often Being misunderstood is scary, but recalling what the descendants of Aragog did made Hagrid, who had been trained by the umbrella to have a sense of right and wrong, a little worried, "But if you accidentally bump into it, it's best to turn around and run away. They My temper is not very good..."

"His claws are also bad-tempered..." Harry, who was behind Hagrid, grinned, put two fingers to his mouth and slid them up and down to imitate the extension and contraction of the spider's claws.

"Well, that's probably the reason." Hagrid glanced at Harry uncomfortably and said.

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