I, Hogwarts Second Week

Chapter 343 Giant Tribe—Hagrid’s Family

"No - she died in the conflict with the wizard." Mrs. Maxim said flatly.

There was no sadness or other emotional changes in his tone.

"My condolences." Owen said in a daze.

Although he had already guessed it.

"There is nothing to mourn. She has never loved me. The combination of giants and humans is not due to some kind of emotion as you think. They do it to give birth to giant descendants with powerful magic. Most men Witches are all forced."

Hiss - is it so exciting?

Owen turned his head away.

What the hell are those few who volunteer?

Could it be that they - hey hey hey - I can only say that the human XP system is really abnormal!

On the chair, Mrs. Maxim exhaled and looked at the giants on the lakeside with complicated eyes.

Although on the surface she has been trying to avoid being associated with giants and wants to separate herself from this race, she has also studied and understood giants over the years. After all, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has the largest single library in Europe. .

There are numerous magical books preserved in it. As the principal, she has the authority to read even books in the restricted area.

Her knowledge of the giants is no less than that of some magical zoologists.

"The legendary Thunder Giant, Fire Giant, Cyclops, and Hundred-Armed Giant, in addition to their strong physical fitness, they also have powerful magical abilities, such as driving thunder and lightning, controlling flames, controlling meteorites, etc.

Giants believe that interbreeding with powerful magical creatures increases their chances of producing such powerful offspring. "

"Well - that's it." Owen's expression twitched slightly.

The human wizards who co-authored it were treated as stallions.

Hiss - it's really miserable, uh - no, maybe some people like this tune?

As he said this, Owen thought of the giant leader named Lops Titan. He seemed to be a Cyclops. Could it be that he was also a mixed race?

It doesn't look like it - with such a tall figure, it doesn't look like it was born from intermarriage with humans.

Isn't it a hybrid with humans?

Madame Maxime was talking about magical creatures, not specifically humans, maybe some other creature?

With doubts, Owen and Madame Maxime continued chatting.

Perhaps returning to this island of giants made her a little sad and brought back bad memories of her past. She shared many barbaric ideas about giants.

Some of them are acceptable to Owen, but some are just too anti-human.

For example, some tribes of giants will eat the combined wizards, saying that this makes it easier to give birth to giant children. Others will combine again to give birth to hybrid giants. I heard that this is more likely to happen?

Among these hybrids are female giant hybrid wizards. The tragedy involved is definitely enough to challenge the moral bottom line of wizards.

It's no wonder that wizards hate giants so much that they will not stop until they are driven away.

Anyway, after listening to Mrs. Maxim's story, it would be a shame for Owen if this creature was not completely extinct now.

"Today's tribes are different from the past." She continued, "In the dark ages, the dark wizards massacred those giant tribes who listened to the evil gods' instigation and used them as materials for magic experiments. The killings continued for thousands of years. The evil giant tribes have been conquered by them. They were all killed, and most of the remaining giant tribes remained friendly or neutral towards the wizards."

"Oh! Dark wizards can also do good things?" Owen said in surprise.

In his sight, on the other side of the ruined city wall, the giants' battle never stopped.

There were roars and blows.

However, the giant's fights were very low-level, and he relied entirely on strength to win. He was not at all as sophisticated as the boxing skills taught to him by a certain master named Ye in Chinatown. If the giant knew how to hit close range with one hand, he would definitely dominate the world!

"Are these guys the ones left by the dark wizards?"

"Yes." Mrs. Maxim's eyes were also on the giant warriors wearing inferior armor, "Although it is unbelievable, judging from the results alone, the dark wizard did do some good things.

However, they only wanted to obtain better magic materials. The giants of evil tribes are usually far superior to ordinary giants.

Whether it is physical fitness or soul.

Dark wizards believe that this giant is more suitable for magic materials. "

"That's it!" Owen was idly scratching Shilok, who had just returned from eating a big fish. The hair on the little guy's neck felt so soft that it was hard to put it down.

"One more question," he said, "about giants being bewitched by evil spirits—what does that mean?"

He had a bad premonition.

"This is the name of the wizards." Mrs. Maxim said, "When the dark wizards dissect those giants or smelt their corpses, they are sometimes affected by the magic power of the giants, and some kind of whispers appear in their ears. From the mouth of the captured wizard, the Ministry of Magic learned that the auditory hallucination-like sound would become louder and louder as the wizard was eroded over time.

In most cases, the dark wizard will become more brutal as a result.

Aurors and the former white wizards called this situation the whispers of the evil god, saying that the dark wizards were bewitched by the gods of giants and so on - but in my opinion these are just nonsense, and the study of black magic is inherently Easily distracted, dark wizards become mad not by accident, but by necessity. To attribute all the mistakes to the giants, it can only be said that the wizard is too arrogant. "

"Oh? Really?" Owen was a little uneasy.

Madame Maxime is right, studying black magic will indeed completely change a person's character and even soul.

Miss Granger had only studied it for a few months, but her personality had undergone tremendous changes, and her whole person had become gloomier.

He is the only one who will not be affected by black magic because of the characteristics of ancient magic.

Therefore, Mrs. Maxim's idea is not unreasonable. The whisper of the evil god is nothing more than wizards looking for excuses for their own race. Dark wizards have killed so many giants, and they must find an excuse to block the flow of other intelligent creatures. mouth.

But - is this really the truth?

Suddenly, Owen felt a sense of uneasiness. Why did this whisper sound so much like the whisper of an alien god?

Could it be that as early as a thousand years ago, the outer gods had planned to infiltrate the giant race?

Depend on! Just say that it will never be so easy this time, and something will happen.

Suddenly, he thought of the obelisk in the maelstrom again.

Whirlpools from ancient times, strange towers.

Buried in a hidden place.

Hiss - that can't be the Divine Grant Tower!

Zhenzhen - it's getting more and more troublesome.

Owen's eyes became more distant and serious, and the frequency of the hand touching Sirocco's neck became slower.

The kitten is very sensitive to the huge fluctuations in his cat's mood.

It called "meow" a few times before Owen's consciousness returned to his body.

On the other side, Mrs. Maxim was still telling him about the giant's past.

But she is not just standing in the position of a giant or a wizard, but in a larger perspective of justice.

It wasn't until night when Hagrid didn't come back that she finally couldn't help but want to leave and go to the forest to find out.

However, as the principal, she ultimately did not go because she could neither take Owen there nor let him stay where he was.

She decided to give Hagrid one more night, maybe something happened to him that delayed him.

the next day.

Early in the morning, as soon as Owen got out of the tent, he saw Hagrid coming back from the forest from a distance.

He looked like a different person.

His hair was messy and covered with blood clots. His left eye was swollen into a slit, blue and purple, and his face and hands were covered in scars, some of which were still bleeding.

He moved very carefully, and Owen could tell at a glance that he probably had a broken rib.

"Hagrid, what's going on with you?" Mrs. Maxim got up earlier than Owen. Her elegant figure looked more tired and her face looked more haggard. She probably didn't sleep all night and stayed outside the tent all night.

The moment she saw Hagrid, she quickly walked up to him, helped him up, and took out a bottle of fresh food from her pocket.

"I'm fine, Graup has remembered me, and I get along very well with him!" Hagrid said, with a slightly red face, he took the bottle from Mrs. Maxim's hand, and then put it down very unnaturally. Hands that want to apply medicine to themselves.

He stared at Owen with floating eyes.

After seeing the other party's evil smile, Hagrid's expression became even more unnatural.

"Oh - I - I'm fine, really." He staggered to the lake to wash the blood stains on his face. "When he doesn't lose his temper, Graup is actually a good boy. I think I need to be a little patient..."

"Graup?" Madame Maxime asked standing behind him.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you."

As he spoke, Hagrid talked about what he had seen that night. It turned out that the little giant yesterday was his younger brother, and he had found his mother.

Some heart-touching and swollen stories happened in the middle.

In short, Hagrid communicated with his brother all night. Looking at his bloody face and bruises all over his body, but his happy face, it can be seen that the communication last night was very good.

"My mother told me that no giant wants to be with Grawp. He is too lonely. I want to try to teach him to speak a little English." Hagrid continued, shaking his wet head, "I think if I can By talking to others, he makes friends and becomes more cheerful."

As he said that, Owen looked at Owen with fiery eyes.

The boy over there was lifting his hair and arranging his bangs. Damn it, Shilok messed up his hairstyle.

"What are you doing?" There was a ray of silver in his green eyes. Through the mottled scenery, Owen and Hagrid's fiery eyes met, and then he got goosebumps all over his body. "Should you? You want me to make friends with your brother!"

"What's wrong?" Hagrid said, "You two are close in age."

"???"

Owen was stunned when he heard this, and then said, "Although I admire your mother for still giving birth to a child at such an advanced age, even though I am a Hufflepuff, and although I am slightly interested in magical creatures, but - but! I will not have any contact with a male creature that lusts after my body, unless you want today to be your brother’s birthday next year!”

"What are you talking about!" Hagrid was a little angry, "Forget it, I don't know what that little fool saw in you. Is it because of your silver hair?"

As he spoke, Hagrid glanced at Mrs. Maxim behind him.

Madame Maxime's face darkened in an instant.

Hagrid looked frightened and quickly explained, "No, no, no - I won't let Fleur and Grawp come into contact. I promise."

After hearing this, Mrs. Maxim's expression gradually became normal, "Okay. We will discuss the rest in detail later."

As she spoke, she showed a complicated expression. In fact, she was both happy for Hagrid and worried for him.

It is certainly a good thing to find a mother, but giants are different from wizards after all, and it is difficult for them to integrate into the world of wizards.

Otherwise, his mother would not have left his father.

Among them, physical differences may not be the most important.

More worries may come from the fact that the wizarding world is not ready to welcome giants. Come to think of it, Hagrid's parents must have lived a life of hiding in Tibet. Even if they truly loved each other, there was no coercion in their relationship. , but this kind of life is enough to extinguish some passion.

In the end, his mother chose to leave in order to run towards her own freedom, and also to let go and give her husband freedom.

"Okay, I understand." Hagrid nodded.

Then he said excitedly, "I think I may have misunderstood my mother, she still loves my father.

She is very old, over eighty years old, and it is time to live out her old age in peace. Life in the jungle has seriously damaged her health. All her teeth have fallen out. I think - I want to take her back to England and find her. A place where she could spend the last days of her life decently. "

Hagrid talked a lot.

He revealed all the grand plans he had in mind.

Owen and Madame Maxime were listening, with noncommittal expressions on their faces.

At breakfast, Hagrid returned to the forest and brought his brother Grawp with him.

The dumb giant looked to be twice as tall as Hagrid.

Unlike Madame Maxime's worries, Hagrid seemed happy and introduced Owen and Madame Maxime to Grawp.

But that guy was so stupid that he couldn't remember their names.

But his eyes kept staring at Owen.

In response, Hagrid could only smile slightly awkwardly, and then started to prepare breakfast.

Owen's backpack contains a considerable amount of fresh meat.

That was originally Bakar's food reserve.

Now Hagrid took it out and roasted it for his brother.

Fortunately, Bakar couldn't speak, otherwise he would have had to greet him.

While waiting for the meal to begin, Graup, who had nothing to do, picked up the stones by the lake and played a game of fetch.

Although he couldn't make a splash, and the stones he threw would always sink into the water with a "boom" and make a huge splash.

Then there was a burst of laughter.

Mrs. Maxim's eyelids kept twitching and her brows furrowed.

But Owen never showed any gloomy expression of resistance from beginning to end.

He had no grudge against creatures he could easily kill.

Even if his behavior makes people feel chilling and barbaric.

Ending with a sumptuous breakfast.

Hagrid started a new round of cordial communication with his brother.

But at this time, Mrs. Maxim and Owen no longer paid attention to their two brothers.

Both of their attention was attracted by the open-air tent next to the lake.

Because there, they saw another group of giants.

The attire is obviously different from the giants here in the lake.

The leader was a terrifying giant who was thirty or even forty feet tall.

Even among the giants, his size is considered to be the top one.

The giant has black hair and teeth painted red.

He wears exquisite bone necklaces around his neck. Each one is as big as a human head, but on his neck, they are mostly just small beads.

And those bones—maybe they were a little far apart and Owen couldn’t see clearly, but they looked a bit like human bones.

There is a metal ring on the arm as thick as a big tree in the Forbidden Forest, with complex runes engraved on the ring.

The regressive principle of ancient magic told Owen that the metal ring exuded vigorous magic power.

It's really surprising. You know, although the giant has magic power, he can't cast spells. So where did this metal ring come from?

Could it be that Death Eaters taught them this?

"The visitor is evil!" Mrs. Maxim frowned and said with some displeasure.

They haven't completely put the first tribe online, and now there is another one. The difficulty of convincing the giants is not as simple as one plus one. The two tribes will compete with each other and fight with each other. Neither side is good.

The only thing that can be prayed for now is that the Cyclops of the British giant tribe can defeat this tall outsider.

Otherwise, their negotiations may have to start again.

"The giants are now divided. These should be giants from other tribes. They may not be as easy to talk to as the Lopus Titan tribe."

Sure enough, just as Madame Maxime guessed.

Soon the sounds of quarreling could be heard in the open-air tent.

Then the sound got louder and louder.

Some kind of conflict broke out between Lopus Titan and the tall giant.

They walked out of the tent angrily and came to an open space, stopping next to a low mound of dirt.

Then - just when Owen thought an earth-shaking titanic fight was about to take place.

What happened next made him dumbfounded.

The two giants suddenly stretched out their hands, clasped each other tightly, and started wrestling against the mound of soil.

They were - in - arm wrestling

Damn—Irving was almost stunned by this saucy trick!

Wasn't it true that the promised giant was aggressive, cruel and terrifying?

But now you tell me that the duel between the two tribal leaders was resolved by arm wrestling.

There's something about being inexplicably cute.

"boom!"

The low slopes of earth let out a wail.

Then a strong wind came, and the suddenly tense muscles actually caused a big wind.

The dust on the slope was blown high, blocking the sky and the sun. Looking from a distance, two mountain-like giants were breathing heavily, and the muscles on their arms that were harder than marble bulged high.

The veins on their foreheads popped out, and their faces were full of ferocity.