It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 409 Grapp

They walked deep in the Forbidden Forest. After about an hour, they finally walked out of the dense woods and came to an open field of vision.

Arriving here, Sherlock could already hear a strange sound, just like the whistle of a train, which could be heard from a long distance. It was loud, but it was intermittent, just like breathing.

Hagrid scratched his head with some flush on his face.

"He sleeps very well at night."

"It's really good." Sherlock complained, "but the creatures that originally lived here will be unlucky, and they will have to move to live at least one kilometer away."

While they were talking, there was a "rustling" sound from the bushes not far from them. Hagrid looked in that direction with some vigilance, but Sherlock's face remained unchanged.

After entering the Forbidden Forest, he launched his control magic, so even if the person has not appeared in front of them, Sherlock knows that this is not the enemy.

Two centaurs hoofed out from behind the bushes, one of them had a handsome face, light blond hair, and his bare upper body didn't have as much hair as the other centaurs.

After seeing the person coming, Hagrid looked a little embarrassed, but he still greeted him.

"Firenze, it's already so late, you haven't rested yet?"

The centaur named Firenze looked at Hagrid, his expression was kind, but he could see the helplessness in it.

"It's hard to sleep with this sound, Hagrid, he's too loud, the whole tribe can't stand such a movement, and he's trying to get close to our territory during the day, he seems to be intimidated by the wooden fence around the outside." Fences are curious."

The horse people around Firenze were not as polite as him, he directly criticized loudly.

"You have to let him go! There is no way for us to rest normally, and he has shown aggressiveness. No one can guarantee whether he will rush into our tribe someday!"

Hagrid was even more embarrassed, he explained with very little confidence.

"Glop is still a child and now he is just not very sensible. I will teach him. I believe I can teach him well."

"Before he can teach him well, we will probably be torn apart by him as toys!" The rough horse man said angrily, "We are not discussing with you, Hagrid! The leader has already said that if you If you are unwilling to let him move away, then we will use violence to expel him!"

Hagrid waved his hands in a panic and said.

"Oh, no, no, Eric, he is my younger brother. In the entire Forbidden Forest, there is only such an open space next to your ministry. I can go to your place to explain to other centaurs, and I promise to discipline them within three days. good him"

Before Hagrid could finish speaking, Sherlock interrupted him.

"We will find a new habitat for Glop. This is the purpose of my coming to the Forbidden Forest tonight, so you can rest assured that he will not bother you again in the future."

Firenze and Eric only set their sights on Sherlock at this time. Because of Glop's problem and Sherlock was standing behind Hagrid, most of them were blocked by his broad figure, so they didn't Didn't notice him.

"You are...Professor Forrest in that school." The expression on Firenze's face was a little surprised, as if he knew Sherlock's name.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, and being able to call out his own name meant that the centaurs who had been living in the Forbidden Forest were not completely isolated from the outside world, and they also had channels to obtain information.

"I'm Sherlock Forrest. Dumbledore sent me to the Forbidden Forest on a special trip today just to deal with Glop's affairs."

Eric and Firenze looked at each other, and then they bowed their heads to Sherlock together as a sign of respect.

"Since you have come to deal with it, we are willing to follow your arrangement." Firenze said softly, "May the stars guide you, Mr. Forrest."

After speaking, the two centaurs returned the same way in front of them and disappeared into the bushes.

Sherlock stared at Hagrid.

"When did the horsemen become so talkative?"

Hagrid was also in a daze.

"I don't know. Normally, the centaur should hate and look down on wizards, but they are always talking about it. Maybe they saw some prophecy in the starry sky."

Sherlock stroked his chin in wonder.

He didn't think that just because of his current reputation in the magic world, the centaur people showed such an attitude. Harry's reputation was bigger than him before. So respectful.

Before Sherlock came back to his senses, Hagrid asked with some concern.

"How do we find a new open space for Glop, other places are also occupied by magical animals, and there is this open space next to the centaur tribe."

"The Forbidden Forest is so big, even if there is no open space, we can't create an open space?" Sherlock said while continuing to walk in the direction of the snoring, "Where is the territory of the acromantula before? I remember that place is quite big , your brother is a pure-blooded giant, even if he is not as tall and strong as other giants in the giant tribe, pulling up a few trees is not much more difficult than weeding weeds, right?"

Hagrid had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"It's not that I haven't thought about letting him clear out an open space by himself, but he, uh, doesn't listen to me very much."

Sherlock turned his head and glanced at Hagrid's still bruised and swollen face, and couldn't help but smacked his lips, knowing that the relationship between their brothers was "deep".

"Disobedient brat? If you can't discipline him, let me do it."

When they were talking, they had already arrived at the open space where Hagrid's younger brother Gramp temporarily lived.

The giants of this century are not as big as mountains when moving, as in other fantasy stories. The average height of giants is about 20 feet, which is more than 6 meters.

The height is about the same as a two-story building, and Hagrid's half-brother Grop is a small man among giants, only 16 feet (more than 4 meters). It is precisely because of this willingness that he Having been bullied in the giant tribe before, Hagrid found him on this trip to find the giant and brought him back to Hogwarts.

But the Forbidden Forest is not Hagrid's private property. The forest still belongs to Hogwarts in name. Dumbledore should know about this matter whether it is public or private.

And on the first day Hagrid came back, he found Dumbledore and got permission from him.

But even if "short" Gropp is still a giant, Dumbledore, who knows Hagrid's character, of course didn't just leave this matter to himself, so he asked Sherlock to help him this afternoon Take a look.

Gropp was lying on the comfortable grass and sleeping at this time. He was snoring loudly, and the closer he got, the more people were stunned by the sound.

"I can't wake him up!"

Standing in front of him like a dwarf, Hagrid punched Gropp twice with his fist, but just as he himself said, his brother slept well and was not bitten by mosquitoes like this It feels like waking up.

This was of course why Hagrid obviously didn't want to hit hard. Sherlock waved at Hagrid, signaling him to back up, and then snapped his fingers at Gropp.

The next second, Gropp's upper body seemed to be suddenly pushed up by some huge force, and he sat up from the ground like this.

If he still doesn't wake up like this, then don't call him a giant, just call him a giant pig.

The snoring stopped abruptly, and Gropp opened those big stone eyes in a daze, and looked down at Sherlock and Hagrid.

After a full five or six seconds, he seemed to have just reacted, roaring very dissatisfied and irritable, then raised his fist and smashed it to the ground.

Fortunately, he still saved some face for Hagrid, he just thumped the ground to vent his anger, and had no intention of attacking Sherlock and the others.

The distance from the ground shook twice. Although it was not to the extent of shaking the ground, it still made the soles of the feet tremble.

Sherlock frowned and looked at Gropp, who was like a child, mentally unsound.

"Can he communicate?"

Hagrid said: "You can communicate, but he generally doesn't want to communicate with me. I have been trying to teach him English since I brought him to the Forbidden Forest."

Sherlock nodded.

"It's fine if you can communicate. Then you tell him now, let him go to the previous territory of the acromantula, clean it up by himself, and live there from now on."

"He probably won't agree. He was very satisfied with this place when I brought him here." Hagrid said hesitantly.

"Just do as I say."

Hagrid tried to communicate with Grapp according to what Sherlock said, and told him the general meaning.

But in the end, just like what he said, Gropp didn't seem very happy. He shook his head and said something that Sherlock couldn't understand, but even if he guessed, he could guess that he was refusing .

Hagrid shook his head helplessly at Sherlock, but Sherlock didn't show any disappointment on his face. He directly grabbed a lot of wands from his pocket, and finally all [-] wands were suspended in the grid. Around Lopu, the tip of the stick was aimed at him.

Hagrid suddenly turned pale with shock.

"Sherlock, he still has some help!"

"Don't be nervous." Sherlock comforted Hagrid, "I'll take care of myself and not hurt him, just let him know what it means to be obedient."

Gropp is a giant, but a giant is not a fool. With so many wands facing him, he naturally felt Sherlock's hostility.

He stood up from the ground, growled, and waved his big hand, as if to repel mosquitoes, trying to drive away the wands floating around him.

But before he could make any moves, hundreds of magic wands moved in unison!
The next moment, Glop floated up in the air.

He looked extremely flustered, the feeling of floating without being able to touch the ground made him feel insecure, his body struggled desperately in mid-air, but it was all in vain.

Hagrid opened his mouth wide as he watched Sherlock subdue Glop so easily. He could have imagined that Sherlock would be strong, but it was a bit too exaggerated to make a giant helpless.

After all, although the giants' brains are not very good, and their bodies are huge, their reactions are very slow, and they are easily hit by the curse, but they also have magic resistance no less than that of fire dragons.

For spells like the Levitating Curse, without hundreds or eighty wizards casting the spell together, it would be difficult for them to take effect on giants.

And now, Hagrid was the first time he had seen how multiple wands like Sherlock could cast spells.

Sherlock didn't care about Hagrid's shocked gaze. In the past, even if he used the Levitation Charm with two hundred wands together, he couldn't control the giant. This was not because the giant was too heavy, but because they magic resistance is too high.

Not long ago, he used the remnant soul in the locket to complete the third soul stitching. The magic power was greatly enhanced, and the control of magic was much better than before, so that the spell could be strengthened to the current level.

He directly led Glop towards the territory of the acromantula. Of course, Glop was dishonest along the way. He struggled and roared like a drowning person, but it was all in vain.

Hagrid followed Sherlock in this way, and the two brought Grapp to the territory of the acromantula.

This place had been burnt to a white ground more than three years ago, but recently some new plants have grown based on the nutrients left by the plant ash.

The reason why Hagrid didn't choose this place at first was because the terrain here was uneven, full of potholes, and there were many tree roots that hadn't been completely burned, and it was very troublesome to take care of them.

Sherlock directly threw Gropp, who had basically given up struggling, into a big pit.

Gropp, who has regained his freedom, feels that he can stand up again. He thinks that he was able to be controlled by Sherlock before.

Glop roared and wanted to rush up from the big pit, and stretched out his hand in the direction of Sherlock, as if to grab him in his hand.

Sherlock just waved his hand blankly, and hundreds of wands around him acted together, casting the repelling spell.

An incomparably huge force collided with Gropp, who wanted to rush out of the big pit, and directly turned the person he bumped into, like a meat ball, and rolled back down the pit again.

Gropp shook the dirt from his hair, with only one tendon in his mind, and rushed towards Sherlock again.

Unsurprisingly, he was thrown to the ground again. After repeating this five times in a row, each time he fell to the ground, the magnitude of his fall became larger and larger. The fifth time he even sat on the ground and slid backwards for seven or eight meters. After stopping, Gropp was finally honest, and he lowered his head to express his confession.

This is the rule in the giant group, whoever has the biggest fist has the right to speak.

"Let's tell him now, if you want to live here, you have to clean up an open space for yourself."

Hagrid repeated Sherlock's words in a gentle tone.

In this way, the two of them acted as a black face and the other as a good face, and made Grapp obedient. At least now they can listen to what Hagrid said to him.

(End of this chapter)