Chapter 890： Let's stew lamb

"My Arago," Hagrid's crying paused, and he wiped his face indiscriminately with his big hand. "Allen will take it, I can't eat it anymore."

The mad girl ’s untimely request and Alan ’s immediate request made Penello change his side and tilted Erlang ’s leg, turned his back to Luna, took the tea on the table and drank it. Since Alan had already said so, she was not good. There was another episode, and Penello felt that his throat was blocked, and he didn't want to say a word.

"Allen, where is it?" Hagrid asked tearfully, and Allen pointed to Penello's pocket.

Penello raised his arms and was impatient: "You go out to find a good place first, I don't want to get it out again and I will have to put it back."

"It likes dusk" Hagrid looked softly at Penello's pockets with his face as if it were an eight-eyed giant spider, "I want to give it a decent funeral at dusk"

Penelope thought that Allen ’s funeral was just to find a place to bury Aragog at this time, realizing that Hagrid really wanted to hold a real funeral, she looked at Hagrid inexplicably, Seems like watching a lunatic-is this half-blood giant going to ask them to accompany him and weep and mourn at the dead body of Aragok's Masonsen?

"Oh, I have to write to Harry and invite them to come to Aragok's funeral. They have seen it and know how special it is." Hagrid stood up and turned over the parchment and quill pen and pulled the parchment The paper spread on the table, wiped tears with the palm of your hand, and began to write quickly.

Alan could n’t resist telling Hagrid that Aragog would not eat people but would order his grandchildren to eat. He turned his head and swept his gaze over the disassembled lamb, “Since Hagrid wants to invite people to come At Aragog ’s funeral, let ’s make more lamb. We can use this sheep to hold a small private banquet. "

"Penello, I'll give you the recipe, let's stew the mutton." Luna's words fluttered lightly.

This made Penello, who was a little overwhelmed by jealousy, jump up from the bottom of her heart. She immediately squinted her eyes, raised her eyebrows one by one, and stood up from the seat with a puff, kicking the chair. , The hand unconsciously touched his wand and scolded, "Who do you think you are ?! Why order me ?!"

"I think Allen and I like your craft more than my own cooking." Luna blinked dimly in her silver-gray eyes, and leaned towards Penello seriously. He glanced at Allen behind her again.

Allen who did n’t have some mental preparations originally wanted to open his mouth to calm down the atmosphere, and he quickly echoed, “Oh, yes, Penello, you know, Luna did n’t cook much by herself. Paige did it for her. "

Hagrid was stunned by the sudden change. He looked at the angry Penello who was afraid of her fierce name, but he almost said to Ellen that she did n’t care if she leaked her identity, and it was estimated that he likes to cook. The Pudge students are also cooking for their classmates.

Hearing that Luna admits that she is not as good as herself in cooking, Alan admits that she likes the food she cooks more. This joy makes Penello feel the hand of the wand. This emotional change, she seemed a little weird to maintain her anger for her decent "Where is the recipe."

"Here I write ~" Luna stretched her legs and let herself jump from the tall chair of Hagrid's house. From the oily parchment in front of Hagrid's table, he took out his wand and pointed it at the paper. Nodded lightly, a line of characters appeared as if written by an invisible pen, and then Luna handed the parchment filled with words to Penello.

"Since someone else is coming, we need a cauldron for stewing the lamb." Penello didn't take the recipe, groped through his pockets, and then took out a huge cauldron.

Hagrid, who has a large body, was also surprised by the capacity of the pot. "Auror still needs to bring a pot with him?"

"Prepared for the task before, my subordinate has something to eat." Penello, who was in a better mood, answered Hagrid's question. She stood the pot on the ground, then looked at the recipe, and then smashed it again. on the table.

"Crazy girl, are you kidding me ?! How long will it take to see your writing? Are you dreaming or will we have to eat in the middle of the night?" Said Penello's slender fingers, pointing hard at the parchment The time it takes to make this dish is written a little bit harder, "I don't have time to work, I can see how many hours you have to stew!"

"Oh, don't worry." Luna's hand held the butter beer cork necklace around her neck, lifting the illusion attached to it, revealing the true appearance. A time converter, she held this little hair Bright gold timer, raised eyes looking at Penello "You can use it ~"

Hagrid, who had begun to write again, heard Luna ’s words and could n’t write any more. He looked up to see the time switch in her hand, his eyes widened, and he said incredulously, “You are going to Use the time converter to cook ?! "

Luna reached out and handed the time switch to Penello, who was also dumbfounded.

"Illegal possession of the time converter, I'm thinking about whether to grab you back to the Ministry of Magic," Penello said on his mouth, but there was no resignation in his hand. The thin chain hung on her thin fingers. The converter's pendant wobbled around with her fingers flexibly shaking.

Bringing the time converter to his neck recklessly, Penello glanced at the recipe again, drew out his wand, and directed the pot of Hagrid's disassembled lamb to fly to the table. After selecting the desired part, her The eyes smoothed over the sheep skeleton on the wooden board, tucked the forehead to the back of the ear, and directed the wooden board with the complete sheep skeleton on the table.

Taking some ingredients from Hagrid again, Penello was satisfied with his success, and withdrew his wand and looked up, and his face was instantly gloomy-he had just been silly and busy with Luna's words for a long time.

Penello looked fixedly back in his seat, drinking tea lazily. The other party seemed to be sitting on the sofa waiting for ready-made meals-remembering that Professor McGonagall had just heard on the stadium stand. The crazy girl did the pre-narrative means and walked past her eyes, could not help but said that she grabbed the collar of Luna ’s neck, and snorted, "I do n’t want to be only a few hours old to cook for you. ! "

"The time converter can't take me away." Luna defended, suggesting that reminding Penello that the time converter could not take a god.

"Well, you can use it and you can give me a hand to order some side dishes." After finishing talking, she waited for her reaction. As Penello pressed hard, Luna was dragged and she was taken away from her seat. "Allen You stay here for a while, and the crazy girl and I go to the forbidden forest to deal with things ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I have to find a place where no one sees to use the time converter. "

Luna, who was caught by her fate again, turned her head to look at Allen, and tried to ask Allen for help with her protruding eyes. She found that Allen was not looking here, and her expression was rarely annoyed at the recipe in Penello's hand. With a wave, the "double" recipe was snapped in front of Allen. "Allen, you have to prepare some dipping sauce. There are magic potions and herbal medicine classes in the greenhouse."

"Hole ~" Alan, who was avenged by Luna who was afraid of trouble, had to answer.

Penelot mentioned that Luna had walked out of Hagrid ’s hut, and that the lamb pot and the wooden board with the sheep ’s skeleton floated behind them.

"Hagrid, let me prepare these ingredients first." Allen folded the recipe into a small square and pinched it in his hand. At this time, he was also a little embarrassed. "Wait for us to come and meet you again"

Looking at the wooden door that Alan also followed after going out, I could n’t get back to the gods for a long time. There was still some stunned circles-I thought that I would be arrested because I ate Muggles for the children of Aragok who were raised privately. I became told that my spider pet, Aragog, was old and dead, and I just wanted to hold a funeral for it, but now the scene has become a time converter for braising lamb.