Chapter 893 ? She Almost Saw It Herself

Arriving at Hagrid's hut, Aaron realized that he and Slughorn were the last to arrive at Hagrid's hut.

In Hagrid's hut, Penello held a sharp meat cleaver and cut the cooked mutton into slices. The big pot was still standing on the open space in front of the hut. The pot was bubbling and bubbling, and the sheep bones were rolling in it. The soup had already turned milky white at this time, and a slightly sheep-like aroma wafted out.

Seeing Professor Slughorn walking in with Allen, Hermione looked at Harry in surprise—Slughorn actually came to Hagrid.

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

Slughorn seemed to feel Harry's determined gaze, and his casual gaze froze when he saw the messy black hair and large round glasses. He frowned and looked away. He had been avoiding Harry Potter, but he didn't expect to meet him here. It's just that with so many people present this time, it's not easy for him to leave directly after agreeing to Allen.

"Professor." Harry greeted Slughorn enthusiastically, but did not go over.

Slughorn nodded to Harry with a grin, and 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 forgive me."

"Slug... Horace! You just have to come if you want to!" Hagrid wiped his eyes with his big hand, "It's very kind of you."

Penelope looked at the scene here with some boredom, a little annoyed that the half-blood giant managed to stop Harry's crying when he came over and described what happened, and now it was triggered again by Slughorn.

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

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

"Boiling the soup to this color..." Slughorn couldn't help but admire: "Miss Clearwater, it must have taken you a long time..."

"It took me two hours to soak the sheep bone in cold water to remove its odor and blood, and then boil it on high fire for three hours to remove the foam. Only then did I have this soup." Penello wiped it with his sleeve Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she was not surprised that Slughorn knew her, and she looked pale at this compliment, "Alan, have you found everything?"

Allen handed the picked plants and several burlap bags to Penello, and specifically explained the package of spices that Snape gave, from which the witch picked different amounts and put them into the soup: "Professor Snape gave you What? Try it less, if the taste becomes as bad as his potion, Alan, don't blame me..."

"That was really hard work. The wonderful Quidditch match just now didn't turn out to be..." Slughorn saw that the female Auror with a bad reputation in front of him was flattering him, so he decided to take advantage of the situation and chase, "But Just by smelling the smell, you know it’s all worth it. Cooking skills are similar to potions. I don’t expect everyone to really understand the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance. They don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds bewildered..."

Harry was impressed by a line that Snape had begun with a similar line before he made things difficult for him in the first class, and only now realized that the old bat had stolen his teacher Slughorn's lines.

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

With protruding eyes, Luna took out the butterbeer around her neck and shook it in front of Hermione's eyes: "She was almost seen by herself when she went back to the cabin.

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

Hermione glanced at Alan with some uncertainty, but after he nodded casually, he was dumbfounded and realized that it was so natural for these Hawk Academy students to use the power of such a dangerous and profound magical wonder on such a trivial matter "My God, it's not like I've signed up for all the electives, you guys..."

Harry, who was initially confused by what the crazy girl said, also understood under the effect of the Felicia, and now he felt that Dumbledore's concerns were correct. In a sense, these Ravenclaws were more than Slater. Lin is even more dangerous. The purpose of poisonous snakes to learn dangerous knowledge, at least others can know, is for ambitions such as power. You can't figure out the purpose of these Eagle Academy students. For example, it is reversed now just to cook 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, like Alan and the others, came to the hut to wait. Jumping flames, steaming heat, pervasive aromas... The dusk sunlight casts on Hagrid's cheeks, the giant's huge shadow casts on the ground, it looks like a spider when matched with other people, the dappled light and shadow make him His expression was a little hazy.

Hagrid clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention, and then said in a rough voice: "I am very grateful that everyone can come... While the sky is still relatively bright, it is not completely dark, and it is Aragog's favorite place." 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 choked up, and he put a black sleeve on his arm, which seemed to be made of rags dipped in shoe polish. --grave."

Penello untied his small waist bag neatly, and stuffed it into Allen's arms, "Allen, I won't go there, I have to watch the pot."

Allen nodded, knowing that the black-haired witch was a little depressed. It was supposed to be her and herself who came to send a spider, but so many people participated.

Hagrid scratched his disheveled hair with his hands. He actually hoped that Aragog's funeral could be attended by as many people as possible, so that Aragog could get more blessings. It was just him and Penelope Clearwater The young lady didn't have much friendship in the first place, as an Auror, it was good enough not to hold him accountable for raising Aragog without authorization. What's more, he had also heard about the fierce reputation of the young female Auror in front of him. The half-blood giant did not act recklessly this time, but cautiously kept his mouth shut.

Hagrid led Alan and his party into the back garden. The dim yellow sky gave off a dull and bleak light, illuminating a huge earth pit, and beside it was a pile of new earth ten feet high.

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

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

"I think it's it..." Hermione started, glanced at Hagrid and corrected, "I think it's him, Professor."

Allen didn't say much. He kept staring at Harry, trying to identify the composition of the magical power emanating from his body after taking Felicia Potion. He couldn't see anything in a short time, but he generally judged that there was indeed a composition of divination prophecy. At least some of them have.

"Man, 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, and he couldn't take his eyes off the huge spider at all.

"Kill him? He's an old friend of mine!" 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 didn't know it...Is he your friend?"

"Forget it, don't worry about it, you're not the only one who doesn't like eight-eyed spiders. Creatures like spiders are often misunderstood by people, probably because of their eyes, which scare some people." Hagrid stared slightly, and he himself often Being misunderstood is frightening, but recalling what the descendants of Aragog did, Hagrid, who has been tempered by the umbrella, is a little worried, "But if you accidentally touch it, it's best to turn around and run, they My temper is not very good..."

"His claws aren't very good either..." Harry, who was behind Hagrid, bared his teeth, stretched out two fingers to his mouth and slid up and down to imitate the stretching and retracting of spider claws.

"Well, that's probably why." Hagrid said, casting an uncomfortable look at Harry.