All things are three at Hogwarts

"Hagrid... I don't want to sound hard-hearted at this time, but the venom of the Acromantula is quite rare... Can you allow me to extract a vial or two?" Slughorn looked at the huge body of the Acromantula. He couldn't help but plead to Hagrid, and then smiled kindly at Alan and Hermione, "Thanks to the Umbrella Company, the value of the venom has been reduced from 100 gold galleons per pint to 70, but the price is still relatively expensive and wasteful. It’s not very good…”

"Professor, thank you for your recognition of Umbrella. Creating value for the wizarding world is Umbrella's social responsibility." Hermione responded somewhat formulaically. The huge number of Acromantulas controlled by enslaved gems in Penello's pocket space The amount of venom that can be produced, in fact, if the entire production is supplied to the market, this kind of venom will not be considered a luxury product.

Under Slughorn's expectant gaze, Hagrid shook his big furry head and thought for a moment: "It's useless to keep it now anyway, right?"

"Exactly what I thought!" Slughorn agreed. He dragged his fat body down the slope and walked to the Acromantula, which was taller than him. "I always carry it with me. I carry a few ampoules with me just for situations like this, it's an old habit of the Potions Master."

"I really wish you could see what he looked like back then. There is no more majestic Acromantula than it." Hagrid said nostalgically, tears welling up in his eyes again. He turned his head and couldn't bear to look any further.

Although Slughorn hummed in agreement, he bent over Aragog's giant claws and carefully handled the poisonous juice between the claws. The bottle made a satisfying clatter under his gaze. .

Suddenly, Slughorn was stunned while holding the broken giant claw in his hand. He accidentally tore off Aragog's claw. The body of the Acromantula, which had been dead for a long time, had begun to decay.

Slughorn was a little flustered and embarrassed. He quietly poked his head around and saw that Hagrid could not see past the huge abdomen of the spider and saw the front of it. Harry was comforting Hagrid and did not pay attention to what was happening on his side. things. Alan Harris and Hermione Granger were talking on the slope and seemed not to notice the situation on their side.

Slughorn quickly lowered his head and quietly stuffed the severed giant turtle under Aragog's head, but after doing all this, when he turned around to return, he just looked up and found Luna there. He was not far away, and those hazy light silver convex eyes were staring at him constantly.

He met Luna's eyes with a flattering look, hoping that Luna would not tell it and keep it a secret for him. Luna said nothing and just smiled at Slughorn.

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

"Of course!" Hagrid immediately agreed, "I'm happy to, you know I'm not good at saying this..."

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 a family?" Slughorn asked.

"That's not true..." Hagrid responded, remembering the bad things done by Aragog's descendants which made his tone weaker...

Slughorn stood with his hands in front of him, lowered his head in mourning, and said in a serious and low voice, "Farewell... Allah..."

Slughorn paused. He forgot the name.

"Aragog," Hagrid reminded.

Slughorn smiled at Hagrid, and his tone was slow and solemn: "Farewell Aragog, King of Spiders Aragog... Your body may decay, but your soul will live forever... So Your human friends will find solace in their enduring grief."

Allen waved his palm and raised the soil next to him, slowly covering Aragog's body dullly, forming a smooth mound. Hermione used her wand to rub the wooden tombstone made by Hagrid. The inscription is engraved in beautiful and meticulous calligraphy.

Luna's trance-like voice came: "Let's go back and start the party."

"Yes, Hagrid, I think you need a drink now." Slughorn suggested to Hagrid, who was in a bad state.

The sky had completely darkened. Penello stood in front of the pan, with the strong firelight projected on her face. She leaned over and shoveled a piece of the mutton fat that had been boiled before, put it into the pan to let it turn back into liquid, and then put it in Add some of the potion ingredients that Allen brought back as spices, fry them until they are fragrant, and mix them with mutton fat.

Then she silently counted the number of people present, grabbed some mutton and threw it into the pan... Then she suddenly looked up at Hagrid's figure, used the magnification spell on her pan, and added some more mutton. Then he started frying and stir-frying, and Penello's arms flew. In an instant, the aroma filled the area.

After the funeral, the hungry people could hardly sit still. They gathered around Penello and watched Penello finish frying, then transfer the meat to different large soup bowls, and then put the meat into different large soup bowls. In addition, the soup from the huge cauldron was poured in, and finally some chopped coriander was sprinkled on the surface. The smell in the big bowl soon became very strong.

"It smells so good. Does this recipe look very different?" Hermione couldn't help but ask as her nose moved slightly to sniff the overflowing aroma.

Luna's expression seemed very satisfied with the smell: "The recipe in Qiuzhang's hometown magazine is an exotic delicacy suitable for winter."

"The package of spices that Professor Snape gave to Ellen is particularly effective. After putting it in, the fragrance is more attractive than before." Penello pointed to the gauze package of spices that had been taken out. , she was very satisfied with the pot of mutton soup she made. She was originally unsure about the recipe provided by the crazy girl, but found that the finished product was surprisingly good. She said with some pride: "Cooking skills are actually closely related to talent, Hermione. What kind of cooking are you good at?"

Luna had admitted before that her cooking skills were inferior to hers, and now Penello also wanted Hermione to admit that she was inferior to her. Hermione, who had been focusing on her studies at school, had no chance of becoming an Auror like Penello. Likewise, practicing her cooking skills on various business trips made her, who was only confident in making some sandwiches, speechless.

Professor Slughorn took the bag of cooked spices and smelled it. He looked a little sad in his original posture. He turned to look at Harry's green eyes and murmured: "It's The name is Magellan. In recent textbooks, it has been replaced by the cheaper Crab Claw Orchid. It is somewhat similar to the surname of a powerful wizard named Raistlin Magellane in ancient times. It is said that Raistlin likes to be with his twin brother Caramona. Growing magic potion stew... I used to have a female student who also started to like to do this after hearing this story. She often came to borrow some materials from me and then gave some to me and her other classmates... Since then, I have I have eaten delicious food in many unimaginable places, including the Beauxbatons President's private dining room, etc... But nothing can compare to it... Unlike other spices, its aroma is not too present, but it is Very unique and long lasting…”

"The recipe says that the locals there are a bit like eating cheese fondue in Switzerland. Everyone eats around a pot of hot food, but I think we don't have to follow everything..." Penello still made it more consistent. She was used to sharing meals, and she thought that Hagrid was a bit unclean, Slughorn smelled like an old man... and Luna smelled like raw cheekweed.

Then, Pene put the remaining portion into a hanging pot, scooped the soup into the hanging pot from the large cauldron still containing the mutton bones, and added some mushrooms and other things into it. He used his magic wand to direct it to fly into the house, and hung it on Hagrid's fireplace to keep warm. "Okay, you can make yourself your favorite dipping sauce and eat it. If you don't have enough, you can go there by yourself later." Put it in the hanging pot."

There was a blazing fire burning in the fireplace of Hagrid's cabin, and the heat rising from the mutton soup pot made the whole room very warm.

Slughorn chose mint for himself, which is commonly used by Europeans for eating mutton. After tasting it, he did not give out some polite and flattering compliments as usual, but was just lost in his own memories.

Allen put some coriander, green pepper, chopped green onions into his bowl, and then poured it with hot soup. While waiting for the condiments to be heated and half-cooked, he started to drink the milk from his soup bowl with a spoon. The taste buds of the soup were immediately enjoyed. Allen felt that this soup had a strong aroma and long aftertaste, which was unmatched by any dish or soup. His whole internal organs seemed to be surrounded by this warmth, and his whole body nice and warm,

Luna forked a piece of mutton and dipped it in the sauce made from the arrow-shaped green leaves she had just picked. However, because the temperature was too hot, her light silver eyes seemed even more abrupt. She chewed it a few times and swallowed it. The blonde stared at Alan's dip and swapped it with her own.

Allen looked up at Penello and Hermione, and found that Penello was helping Hermione, who seemed a little clumsy in this regard. She made some warmed pistachio and added it to Hermione's dipping sauce. Because the hot soup brings healing in the cold weather, or perhaps Penello wants to show off his cooking skills, everything in the current scene looks so warm.

Allen then used a fork to fork a piece of rib meat and dipped it in the dipping sauce Luna exchanged. The sour taste reminded him of the origin of this thing. The first meal he had when he returned to the past, Luo Inara Ravenclaw was also seasoned with sauce at that time. It was sorrel, which made Alan look almost like Professor Slughorn.

Harry hadn't started yet, he was trying to persuade Hagrid to eat something. Of course, this didn't delay him for long. Hagrid changed his mind after being fed the first bite by Harry, showing the appetite of a half-giant.

At this time, Yaya, who had been hiding because he was afraid of Penello's scent, couldn't help but tuck his tail and crawl out from under the bed when he smelled such a fragrance. He did not lie on the floor as usual. Instead, he kept wagging his tail around Hagrid, praying for some mutton.