Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

"Hagrid ... I don't want to behave like a stone heart at this time, but the venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is quite rare ... Can I take one or two vials?" Slughorn looked at the huge body of the eight-eyed giant spider Can't help but ask Hagrid, and then smiled friendlyly to Allen and Hermione, "Take the umbrella company's blessing, the value of the venom has dropped from 100 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 magic world." Hermione responded with some formulas, the large number of eight-eye giant spiders controlled by enslaved gems in Penello's pocket The amount of venom that can be produced, in fact, if the production is fully supplied to the market, this venom is not a luxury.

In Slaguehorn's looking eyes, Hagrid shook his furry head for a moment and thought, "It's useless anyway, isn't it?"

"Exactly what I thought!" Slughorn echoed. He dragged the fat body down the dirt **** and walked to the eight-eyed giant spider that was taller than him. I carried a few ampoules with me to prepare for this situation, the old habit of the potion teacher. "

"I really hope you can see what he was like, there is no more magnificent eight-eye giant spider." Hagrid said nostalgicly, his eyes burst into tears, and he couldn't bear to look more than his head.

Slughorn, although um, two echoes, he leaned down and carefully handled the poisonous juice in the claws at the giant ao in Aragok, and the bottle he made a rattling sound under his gaze that satisfied him .

Suddenly, Slughorn was stunned holding the giant claw in his hand. He accidentally smashed Aragok's claw-the body of the eight-eyed giant spider that has been dead for a long time has begun to rot.

Slughorn had some panic and embarrassment, quietly probed his brain, and saw Hagrid ’s sight beyond the spider ’s huge abdomen to see it in front. Harry was consoling and comforting Hagrid, not paying attention to what happened on his side. Things. On the slope, Alan Harris and Hermione Granger were talking, and they didn't seem to find their own situation.

Slughorn quickly lowered his head and the broken giant was quietly tucked under Aragok's head, but when he turned around and finished returning after doing all this, he saw that Luna was there as soon as he looked up He was not far away, and the dim light silver convex eyes were staring at him momentarily.

He looked at Luna's eyes flatteringly, hoping that Luna wouldn't say it and kept it secret for him. Luna didn't speak, but only smiled at Slughorn.

Some uneasy and embarrassing Slughorn hurriedly collected the collected venom, put the bottle back in his cloak, walked back to Hagrid, he looked down at Aragok in the pit, and then looked at Looking at Hagrid, who was very sad, he seemed to compensate for clearing his throat and said, "Would you like me to say a few eulogy?"

"Of course!" Hagrid immediately agreed. "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 on Aragok to have such patience and thought.

"I think he has a family?" Slughorn asked.

"That's not ..." Hagrid responded, remembering that the bad things of the descendants of Aragok weakened his tone ...

Slughorn stood with his hands in front of him, bowed his head, made a mourning look, and said in a solemn, low voice, "Farewell ... God ..."

Slughorn paused, and he forgot his name.

"Aragok." Hagrid reminded.

Slughorn smiled at Hagrid, his tone slowly and solemnly, "Farewell to Aragok, the king of spiders Aragago ... Your body may rot, but your soul will survive ... So you Our human friends will find a trace of relief in the enduring grief. "

Allen waved his palm and raised the dirt next to it, slowly covering the body of Aragok slowly, forming a smooth mound, and Hermione used her wand on the wooden tombstone made by Hagrid. The beautiful and meticulous sculptural inscriptions carved the inscription.

Luna's trance sound came, "Let's go back to the party ~"

"Yes, Hagrid, I think you need a drink now." Slughorn suggested to Hagrid in poor condition.

The sky was completely dark, and Penello was standing in front of the pan. The vigorous fire projected on her face. She leaned down and shoveled a piece of mutton oil that had been cooked into a pan to make it return to liquid, and then put Add some of the potion ingredients that Allen took back as spice, fry them and mix them with goat oil.

Then she calculated the number of people present, grabbed some mutton and threw it into the pan ... Then she suddenly looked up at Hagrid's figure again, used a magnifying spell against her pan, and added some mutton. Then began to fry and fry, Penello's arms flew, and in an instant, the aroma diffused in this area.

After the funeral, the hungry people could hardly sit still. They were surrounded by Penello and watched Penello finish the frying and transferred the meat to a different big soup bowl. In addition, the soup in the huge cauldron was scooped in, and finally sprinkled with cilantro on their surfaces, and the smell in the large bowl soon became very rich.

"It's really fragrant, this method looks very different?" Hermione could not help asking, with a slight sniff of the nose.

Luna's expression seemed to be satisfied with the smell. "The recipe in Qiu Zhang's Hometown Magazine is an exotic delicacy suitable for winter."

"The package of the spice that Professor Snape gave to Allen is particularly good. After being put in, the freshness is more attractive than before." Penello pointed at the spice gauze bag that had been taken out. I am very satisfied with this pot of mutton soup. I was originally surprised by the crazy girl ’s recipe and found that the finished product was surprisingly good. She said with some complacency, "Cooking is actually related to talent, Hermione, you are good at it. What's the dish? "

Previously Luna had admitted that cooking is not as good as her own, and now Penello also wants Hermione to admit that he is not as good as himself-while Hermione, who has been focusing on learning at school, has no chance to become Auror ’s Pei Like Nello, she practiced her cooking skills in various business trips, which made her, who was only confident in making some sandwiches, speechless.

Professor Slughorn took the package and had smelled it. The posture that had been maintained seemed sad. He turned his head to glance at Harry ’s green eyes and muttered, "It ’s name It ’s called Magellan. In recent years, it has been replaced by cheaper crab claw. It ’s similar to the name of a powerful wizard named Raistlin Maggiore in ancient times. It is said that Raistlin likes his twin brother Karamona. A potion stew ... I used to have a girl student who loved this after hearing this story, often came to borrow some materials from me, and then distributed it to me and other her classmates ... Since then, I used to Have eaten delicious food in many unimaginable places, including the private restaurant of Principal Booth Barton, etc ... but there is nothing comparable to it ... Unlike other spices, its aroma will not be too existential, but it will Very unique and durable ... "

"The recipe says that their locals are a bit like Swiss cheese fondue. Everyone eats around a pot of hot food, but I think we don't have to follow everything ..." Penello made it more in line with She is used to a meal-sharing system. She thinks Hagrid doesn't like cleanness. There are some old men in Slughorn ... Luna has the smell of gills.

Then, Pene put the rest in a hanging pot, scooped the soup into the hanging pot from the cauldron still boiled with lamb bones, and added some mushrooms and the like. Use the wand to direct it into the room and hang it on the Hagrid ’s fireplace to heat it up, "Okay, you can give yourself a favorite dip and eat it. If you do n’t have enough, you can go by yourself. Hang the pan there. "

The fire in the fireplace of Hagrid ’s cabin was burning, and the heat from the lamb soup pot made the whole room very warm.

Slughorn chose for himself the mint commonly used by Europeans to eat lamb. After tasting, he did not send out some courteous compliments as usual, but fell into his own memories.

Allen put some chopped green onion and chopped cilantro in his bowl, and then poured it with hot soup. While waiting for the seasoning to be half-cooked, he began to drink the milk in his soup bowl with a spoon Soup, the taste buds were immediately enjoyed, and Allen only thought that the soup was so fragrant and long-lasting that it could not be matched by any dish or soup. The whole body of the whole body seemed to be surrounded by this warmth nice and warm.

Luna forkd a piece of mutton and dipped in the sauce grinded by the arrow-shaped green leaves she had just picked ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But because the temperature was too hot, her light silver eyes seemed to be more abrupt, chewing a few Swallowing, the light blonde girl stared at Allen's dip and exchanged it with her own.

Alan looked up at Penello and Hermione, and found that Penello was helping Hermione, who seemed a little clumsy in this regard. She got a little hot pistachio added to Hermione's dipping, maybe it seemed to be Because the hot soup is cured in cold weather, or Penello is to show his cooking, so that the current scene looks so warm.

Allen then used a fork to fork a piece of rib meat and put it in the dip that Luna exchanged. The sour taste reminded him of the origin of this thing. When he returned to the first meal in the past, Luo Ina Ravenclaw was also seasoned with sauce, it was sorrel-this made Allen look like Professor Slughorn.

Harry hadn't started yet. He was persuading Hagrid to eat something-of course, it didn't delay him for too long. Hagrid changed his mind after being given the first bite by Harry, showing the appetite of the hybrid race.

At this time, because of the teeth that were afraid of Penello's breath, he kept hiding. He smelled this fragrance, and couldn't help but pick up his tail and drilled out of the bed. It didn't lie on the floor like usual. Go, but wagging the tail around Hagrid constantly, praying for some lamb.