Vol 2 Chapter 894: © Magellan

"Hagrid... I don't want to be hard-hearted at this time, but the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is quite rare... can I take a vial or two?" Slughorn looked at the huge body of the eight-eyed giant spider. I couldn’t help but begged Hagrid, and then smiled friendly to Allen and Hermione,
Thanks to the umbrella company, the value of venom has dropped from 100 gold gallons per pint to 70, but the price is still relatively expensive and wasteful. It's not so good..."
"Professor, thank you for your recognition of the umbrella. It is the social responsibility of the umbrella to create value for the magical world." Hermione responded formulaically. Penello's pocket space contained a huge number of eight-eyed giant spiders controlled by enslaved gems. The amount of venom that can be produced is actually not a luxury if all the output is 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 anyway, isn't it?"
"It's exactly the same as I thought!" Slughorn agreed. He dragged his fat body down the and walked in front of the eight-eyed giant spider who was taller than him. I took a few ampoules with me, prepared for this kind of situation, the old habit of the potion teacher."
"I really hope you can see him back then. There is no more majestic eight-eyed giant spider." Hagrid said with nostalgia, his eyes bursting with tears, and he turned his head and couldn't bear to look more.
Although Slughorn echoed the two sounds, he leaned down and carefully handled the poison in the claws at Aragok’s giant ao. The bottle rattled to his satisfaction under his watch. .
Suddenly, Slughorn was stunned by the broken giant claw in his hand, and he accidentally smashed Aragok's claw off--the body of the long-dead eight-eyed giant spider had begun to corrode.
Slughorn felt a little panicked and embarrassed. He quietly probed his head and saw that Hagrid's line of sight was not beyond the spider's huge belly. Seeing it in front of it, Harry was pacifying and comforting Hagrid, but he did not notice what happened here Things. While Alan Harris and Hermione Granger on Poe were talking, they didn't seem to notice the situation on their own side.
Slughorn hurriedly lowered his head and stuffed the broken giant under Aragok's head quietly, but when he had done all this, when he turned and prepared to return, he just looked up and found that Luna was there. Not far from him, those dim, shallow silver convex eyes were staring at him for a moment.
His eyes met Luna's gaze flatly, hoping that Luna would not speak out and keep it secret for him. Luna did not speak, but smiled at Slughorn.
Slughorn, a little disturbed and embarrassed, hurriedly put away the collected venom, put the bottle back into his cloak, walked back to Hagrid, he looked down at Aragok in the pit, and then again. Looking at Hagrid, who looked very sad, he seemed to clear his throat to compensate and said, "Would you like me to say a few eulogy?"
"Of course!" Hagrid agreed immediately, "I'm happy, 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 Aragok to have such patience and thoughts.
"I think he has a family?" Slughorn asked.
"That's not..." Hagrid replied, thinking of the bad things done by the descendants of Aragok, which made his tone weaker...
Slughorn stood with his hands in front of him, lowered his head, made a look of condolences, and said in a solemn and low voice, "Farewell... God..."
Slughorn paused, he forgot his name.
"Aragok," Hagrid reminded.
Slughorn smiled at Hagrid, his tone slowly and solemnly: "Farewell to Aragog, the spider king Aragog... Your body may decay, but your soul will live forever... so Your human friends will find a trace of relief in the long-lasting grief."
Alan waved his palm and raised the dirt next to it, dullly slowly covering Aragog’s body, forming a smooth mound. Hermione used her wand on the wooden tombstone made by Hagrid. The beautiful meticulous swashes engraved the inscription.
Luna's voice came in a trance: "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 completely dark. Penello was standing in front of the pan, with the exuberant fire light projecting on her face. She leaned down and shoveled a piece of the previously boiled sheep oil into the pan to make it return to liquid, and then put it Some of the potion materials Allen brought back were used as spices, and they were fryed and mixed with mutton oil.
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 mutton. Then he started to fry and stir fry, Penello's arms flew up, and in an instant, the aroma filled this area.
After the funeral, the hungry people could hardly sit still. They gathered around Penello and watched Penello finished frying, then transferred the meat to a different big soup bowl and put In addition, the soup in the huge cauldron was scooped in, and finally some cilantro was sprinkled on the surface, and the smell in the large bowl quickly became very strong.
"It smells really good, does this look very different?" Hermione couldn't help but ask as her nose moved slightly and sniffed the scent.
Luna's expression seemed very satisfied with the smell: "The recipe in the Qiu·Zhang's hometown magazine is an exotic food suitable for winter."
"The package of spices that Professor Snape gave to Allen is particularly effective. After putting it in, the freshness is more attractive than before." Penello pointed to the spice gauze package that had been taken out. She was very satisfied with the mutton soup she made. She was not sure about the recipe provided by the crazy girl, but found that the finished product was surprisingly good. She said with some complacency: "Cooking is actually related to talent, Hermione, What are you good at?"
Luna had previously admitted that her cooking skills were inferior to herself, and now Penello also wants Hermione to admit that she is inferior to herself-and Hermione, who has been focusing on her studies at school, has no chance to be like Pei of the Auror. Like Nello, she exercised her cooking skills during various business trips, which made her angrily speechless, who was only confident about making some sandwiches.
Professor Slughorn was holding the bag and had been smelled by the cooking spices. The posture he had maintained seemed a bit sad. He turned his head and glanced at Harry's green eyes, and muttered: "It's The name is Magellan. It has been replaced by cheaper Crab Claw in recent textbooks. It resembles the surname of a powerful wizard named Raistlin Mageli. It is said that Raistlin likes to be with his twin brother Cara Mona. This kind of potion stew... I used to have a female student who started to love to do this after hearing this story. She often came to borrow some materials from me and then distributed some to me and her classmates... Since then, I I have eaten delicious food in many unimaginable places, including the private restaurant of Principal Busbarton, etc... But nothing can compare to it... Unlike other spices, its aroma will not be too present, but it is It will be very unique and lasting..."
"The recipe says that their locals are a bit like eating Swiss cheese fondue, everyone is eating hot food in a pot, but I don't think we need to follow everything..." Penello still made it more suitable She was accustomed to the split meal system. She thought Hagrid didn't like to clean Slughorn. Some old people smelly on Slughorn... Luna smelled of raw gills.
Next, Penney put the remaining part in a hanging pot, scooped the soup from the large cauldron that was still boiling the lamb bones into the hanging pot, and added some mushrooms and other things into it. Commanded it with a magic wand to fly into the house, and hung it on Hagrid’s fireplace to heat it up, "Okay, you can just get yourself a dipping sauce you like. If you don’t have enough, you can go by yourself later. It’s in the hanging pot."
The fireplace of Hagrid's cabin was blazing with fire, and the heat from the mutton soup pot made the whole room very warm.
Slughorn chose for himself the mint, which is commonly used by Europeans to eat lamb. After tasting, he did not give out some courteous and flattering compliments as usual, but fell into his own memories in a trance.
Allen put some coriander, green pepper and chopped shallots in his bowl, and then poured it in hot soup. While waiting for the seasoning to be heated to half-cooked, he started to drink it with a spoon. The milk soup in his soup bowl was immediately enjoyed by the taste buds. Allen only felt that the soup was fragrant and has a long aftertaste. It is hard to match any dish or soup. The whole person's internal organs seem to be affected by this. Surrounded by warmth, the whole body is warm.
Luna dipped a piece of lamb and dipped it in the sauce made from the arrow-shaped green leaves she had just picked, but because the temperature was too hot, her light silver eyes seemed more abrupt. She chewed it and swallowed it, light blond. The girl stared at Ellen's dip and exchanged 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 respect. She made some hot pistachios and added Hermione's dip, which might seem to be Because the hot soup brought healing in the cold weather, or Penello was to show off his cooking skills, so that everything looks so warm in the current scene.
Allen 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 returned to, Luo Ina Ravenclaw was also seasoned with sauce, it was sorrel-which made Alan look almost like Professor Slughorn.
Before Harry started, he was persuading Hagrid to eat something-of course, it didn't take him too long. Hagrid changed his mind after being fed the first bite by Harry, showing the appetite of a hybrid giant.
At this time, Fang, who was originally afraid of Penello's body, smelled this scent after hiding all the time, and couldn't help picking up its tail and drilling out from the bed. It didn't lie on the floor like usual. Instead, he kept wagging his tail around Hagrid, praying for some mutton.