"My Aragog... er..." Hagrid's howling broke off. He wiped his face clumsily with one huge hand. "Allen... take it all... I definitely can't eat any more..."
Crazy Girl's ill-timed demand, followed by Allen's request, made Penelope cross her legs the other way, turn her back to Luna, pick up the tea on the table, and take a gulp. Since Allen had already said that, she could hardly flare up again. Penelope only felt choked with anger and did not want to say a single word.
"Allen, where is it?" Hagrid asked through tear-blurred eyes. Allen pointed at Penelope's pouch.
Penelope folded her arms, a little impatient. "You go out and find a good place first. I don't want to take it out again only to have to stuff it back in."
"It likes dusk..." Hagrid looked tenderly at Penelope's pouch, as if it were the Acromantula itself. "I want to hold a proper funeral for it at dusk..."
Penelope had thought the funeral Allen mentioned would be nothing more than finding a place to bury Aragog. Now that she realized Hagrid truly wanted to hold a real, solemn funeral, she looked at him incredulously, as though she were looking at a madman—was this half-blood Giant planning to make them stand there with him and weep over Aragog's hairy corpse?
"Oh, I still need to write to Harry and the others and invite them to Aragog's funeral. They've met it too. They know how special it was..." Hagrid stood up, dug out parchment and a quill, spread the parchment on the table, wiped his tears with his palm, and began writing quickly.
Allen held back from telling Hagrid that although Aragog did not eat people itself, it ordered its descendants to do so. He turned his gaze over the basin of