Chapter 894 ?
"Hagrid...I don't want to be 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 Couldn't help asking Hagrid, and then smiled friendlyly at Alan and Hermione, "Thanks to the Umbrella Company, the value of the venom has been reduced from 100 Galleons per pint to 70, but the price is still relatively expensive, wasteful 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 wizarding world." Hermione responded somewhat formulaically, and the huge number of acromantids controlled by enslaved gems in Penello's pocket space The amount of venom that can be produced, in fact, if all the production is supplied to the market, this kind of venom is not a luxury.
Under Slughorn's expectant gaze, Hagrid shook his big hairy head and thought for a moment: "It's useless keeping it now anyway, isn't it?"
"Exactly what I thought!" Slughorn echoed. He dragged his fat body down the slope with difficulty and walked up to the acromantula, which was taller than him. It is an old habit of the Potions teacher to carry a few ampoules with me just for this kind of situation."
"I wish you could see him as he was then, there is no more majestic Acantara." Hagrid said reminiscently, tears welled up in his eyes again, he turned his head and couldn't bear to look more.
Although Slughorn echoed with two hums, he leaned over Aragog's giant claw and carefully processed the venom between the claws. Under his gaze, the bottle rattled to his satisfaction. .
Suddenly, Slughorn was stunned holding the broken giant pincer in his hand, and he accidentally snapped off Aragog's pincer—the body of the long-dead acromantula had begun to rot.
Slughorn was a little flustered and embarrassed, he quietly poked his head around, and saw that Hagrid couldn't see past the spider's huge belly and saw ahead of it. Harry was comforting Hagrid, and he didn't pay attention to what happened on his side. things. And Alan Harris and Hermione Granger on the slope were talking, and they didn't seem to notice the situation on their side.
Slughorn quickly lowered his head and quietly stuffed the severed giant claw under Aragog's head, but when he turned around after doing all this and was about to return, he just looked up and found that Luna was in front of him. Not far from him, those hazy light silver protruding eyes were staring at him for a moment.
He met Luna's gaze flatteringly, hoping that Luna would not speak out and keep it a secret for him. Luna didn't speak, but just smiled at Slughorn.
Somewhat disturbed 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 make up for it and said, "Would you like me to say a few eulogies?"
"Of course!" Hagrid agreed immediately, "I'd love to, you know I'm not good at saying that..."
Harry glanced at Professor Slughorn, thinking that he must have obtained enough high-quality venom from Aragog to have such patience and thoughts.
"I suppose he has family?" Slughorn asked.
"That's not..." Hagrid responded, his tone softened by the thought of the bad things Aragog's descendants had done...
Slughorn stood up with his hands before him, bowed his head in a mournful expression, and said in a grave, low voice, "Farewell . . . Allah . . . "
Slughorn paused. He had forgotten the name.
"Aragok," Hagrid reminded.
Slughorn smiled at Hagrid, and his tone was slow and solemn: "Farewell to Aragog, Aragok the Spider King... Your body may rot, but your soul will live forever... so Your human friends will find some relief in their long sorrow."
Allen waved his palm,
Lifting up the dirt next to it, it slowly covered Aragog's whole body dully, forming a smooth mound. Hermione used her wand to write beautiful and meticulous calligraphy on the wooden tombstone made by Hagrid. An inscription was carved.
Luna's trance voice came: "Let's go back and start the banquet~"
"Yes, Hagrid, I think you need a drink now." Slughorn suggested to the unwell Hagrid.
It was completely dark, and Penello stood in front of the frying pan, the exuberant firelight projected on her face, she bent down and shoveled a piece of mutton fat that had been boiled before, put it into the pan to make it return to liquid, and then put it Add some potion ingredients brought back by Allen as spices, and fry them to get a fragrance and mix them with suet.
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, cast a magnification spell on her pan, and added some more mutton, Then it started to fry and stir-fry, Penello's arms flew up, and the aroma filled the area in an instant.
After the funeral, the hungry people could hardly sit still. They gathered around Penello and watched Penello transfer the meat to different big soup bowls after frying. The soup in the other huge cauldron was scooped in, and some chopped coriander was sprinkled on the surface of them, and the smell in the big bowl quickly became very strong.
"It smells so good, this method looks very different?" Hermione couldn't help asking as she sniffed the overflowing aroma with her nose slightly moving.
Luna's expression seemed very satisfied with the smell: "The recipe in Qiu Zhang's hometown magazine is an exotic delicacy 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 pot of 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: "Culinary skills are actually closely related to talent, Hermione, What kind of food are you good at?"
Luna had already admitted that she was not as good at cooking as she was before, and now Penelope also wanted Hermione to admit that she was not as good as herself—and Hermione, who had been focusing on her studies at school, had no chance to be as good as Penelope, who became an Auror. Like Nello, she practiced her cooking skills under various business trips, which made her, who was only confident in making some sandwiches, a little annoyed and speechless.
At this moment, Professor Slughorn took the bag of boiled spices and smelled it. The posture he had been maintaining looked a little sad. He turned his head and glanced at Harry's green eyes, and murmured, "It's The name is Margeran. In recent years, it has been replaced by the cheaper crab claw orchid in textbooks. It is somewhat similar to the surname of a powerful wizard named Raistlin Margery in ancient times. It is said that Raistlin likes to be with his twin brother Caramon This kind of potion stew... I had a female student who heard this story and started to love to do it. She would often come to me to borrow some ingredients and then give some to me and her classmates...Since then, I I have eaten delicious food in many unimaginable places, including Principal Beauxbaton's private dining room and so on... But there is nothing like it... Unlike other spices, its aroma will not be too present, but Will be very unique and long lasting…”
"The recipe says that the locals there are a bit like eating Swiss fondue. Everyone eats around a pot of hot food, but I don't think we need to follow everything..." Penello still made it more suitable She was used to the meal-sharing system, and she thought Hagrid didn't like to be clean. Slughorn smelled like an old man... Luna smelled like raw gills.
Then, Pene put the leftovers in a hanging pot, scooped the soup into the hanging pot from the big cauldron where the lamb bones were still boiling, and added some mushrooms and the like into it. Commanded it to fly into the house with a magic wand, hung it on Hagrid’s fireplace to heat up, “Okay, you can make your own favorite dipping sauce and eat it, if you don’t have enough, you can go to it later Put it in the hanging pot."
In the fireplace of Hagrid's cabin, there was a raging fire, and with the heat rising from the mutton soup pot, the whole room was very warm.
Slughorn chose mint for himself, which is commonly used by Europeans to eat mutton. After tasting it, he did not send out some polite and flattering compliments as usual, but was a little lost in his own memories.
Allen put some cilantro, green pepper, chopped shallots in his bowl, and then poured it with hot soup. While waiting for the seasoning to be half-cooked, he first started to drink the milk in his soup bowl with a spoon. The taste buds immediately enjoyed the soup. Allen felt that the soup had a strong mutton flavor and a long aftertaste. It was unmatched by any dish or soup. The whole body seemed to be surrounded by this kind of warmth. 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, but because the temperature was too hot, her light silver eyes seemed even more abrupt, she chewed and swallowed it randomly, light blonde The girl stared at Alan'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 regard. She made some hot pistachio and added it to Hermione's dipping sauce. Because of the healing brought by the hot soup in the cold weather, or Penello's purpose to show off his cooking skills, everything looks so warm in the current scene.
Allen then used a fork to fork a piece of rib meat and dipped it in the dipping material exchanged by Luna. The sour taste reminded him of the origin of this thing. When he returned to the past for the first meal, Luo Inar Ravenclaw also added the sauce at the time, it was sorrel - which made Alan look almost like Professor Slughorn.
Before Harry started, he was persuading Hagrid to eat something - of course, this didn't delay him too long, Hagrid changed his mind after being fed the first bite by Harry, showing the half-blood giant's appetite.
At this time, Fangya, who was afraid of Penello's breath, had been hiding all the time, smelled such a fragrance, and couldn't help but tucked its tail and got out from under the bed. It didn't lie on the floor as usual Instead, he kept wagging his tail around Hagrid, begging for some mutton.