harry potter book of crimes

"It seems that Kakus is still looking forward to our gifts..."

The next morning, the three of them stood on the ridge and looked down, and at a glance they saw the giants who had woken up from their sleep.

Although they were still busy with each other as usual, and occasionally would fight each other with fists and fists, almost everyone glanced in the direction where Maka and others left yesterday from time to time, as if they were waiting for them.

s arrival.

"It looks like this..." Hagrid nodded, "So, what exactly should we do today? I think this must be considered first. It is best not to encounter the same situation as yesterday..."

Mrs. Maxim was also hesitating, trying to think of a more practical way, but she couldn't find a good idea that was feasible.

"In fact, none of us understand the thoughts of those giants... In other words, probably no one can really grasp their personalities..."

Maka also thought a lot last night, and even imagined the situations that might happen today, but no matter how much he thought, it would be in vain if he broke away from the giant's thinking.

"So, we can only adapt to circumstances for a while. In short, prepare for the worst first - when we arrive at the giant tribe, remember to stay vigilant at all times," Maka spread her hands and said, "If anything goes wrong, it will inevitably happen.

There will be a fight..."

"After all, what the giant likes most is to use violence to solve problems, isn't it?" he said at the end.

After that, the three of them looked at each other for a while, and then walked towards the valley together.

More than ten minutes later...

"Sit down... and talk."

After Maca gave the beautiful goblin-made helmet to the giant Gugocacus in his own name, the two old giants finally invited them to sit down and talk.

"Dumbledore, not dead yet?"

As soon as Maka and the others sat down, they were choked by the words of one of the old giants.

"Oh - Dumbledore, life is good." Hagrid replied with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Dumbledore, okay!"

Kacus, who was sitting behind the old giant, probably could only say the word "ok", but with the old giant acting as his translator, he was not "deaf and dumb" after all.

After Dumbledore was mentioned, some other giants who could understand a few words of English also paid attention. It was obvious that these giants still remembered Dumbledore's kindness very well.

Of course, just like fire dragons, they always remember the people who raised them, but they don't have too many emotional ties. Maka doesn't expect giants to understand the moral concept of "repaying a favor."

To be honest, it would be pretty good if they could have a good impression of a wizard.

By the way, in the concept of giants, anyone who can live a long time is very powerful. Because among the giants, it is common for them to risk their lives to fight when nothing happens, and the casualty rate has always been very high.

Now that these giants are all gathered together, it is estimated that in a few years, the giants will be completely extinct from killing each other.

"Dumbledore said you should live apart."

This sentence was sent by Dumbledore to Hagrid. Personally speaking, he had always wanted these endangered giants to continue to exist.

But it was obviously unrealistic to ask them to fight less, so he asked Hagrid to bring such a piece of advice that was neither good nor bad.

"Separate?" The old giant scratched his head and repeated doubtfully.

"The place is bigger, the food is more, and it's convenient to sleep." Hagrid stretched out his hands and gestured, "Here, the four mountains, are all yours - there are no wizards living here."

When the giants were assigned their habitat, Dumbledore secured for them four mountain ranges centered on this large valley at the International Federation of Wizards meeting.

In the beginning, there were many times more giants than now, so they lived relatively scattered. But now that the number has become smaller, they naturally chose to gather in this valley, which is relatively more suitable for life.

Of course, life has become more comfortable, but the fights between them have also increased, so that the number of giants has been decreasing at an accelerated rate over the years.

"It's cold on the mountain!" The old giant pointed to the snow line on the mountain and explained the reason succinctly.

"fire."

Hearing this, Hagrid pointed to the fire-making tools that had just been sent to him. They were very simple magic props that could make fire freely even in the ice and snow.

"Old ones, children, and women—in the valley; young and strong ones—up in the mountains."

Hagrid came with a mission this time. Of course, Dumbledore didn't expect to persuade them to change much. But even if it was just a talk, it could be a topic of conversation, right?

Probably because it was novel to have a wizard talking to them, the tribesmen came over to listen to a few words at first. However, due to the nature of the giant, they ran away impatiently after a while.

As initially expected, there was no hope of persuading them to change their living habits. After a few words, it was clear that the two old giants did not want to continue talking about the living area.

"You and her, half a giant?" the old giant pointed at Hagrid and Madame Maxime respectively.

Hagrid could naturally understand what the old giant meant. Although he also didn't want to talk about this matter, it was obvious that Mrs. Maxim was even more unwilling.

Adhering to the demeanor of taking care of the lady's mood, Hagrid had no choice but to say: "My mother, Friedvarfa."

Hagrid's giant mother and his father gave birth to him, but when he was only three years old, his mother abandoned them and left.

In Hagrid's memory, his mother's appearance had long been blurred.

Will he miss his mother? Maka thinks that he will definitely still think about it, even if he never mentions his mother in front of others, even if he may never think that Friedvarfa is a good mother.

In fact, this is almost the only place in the world where there are giants left. If his mother would be anywhere now, it would probably be here.

"Oh, Friedvafa -" the old giant squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded, "Killed by Alita."

Hagrid thought that when he heard this sentence, there would be no psychological changes at all. But he was wrong, very wrong.

"Alita?" His hands trembled slightly and his voice trembled, "Who is Alita? Which one is it?"

The old giant didn't notice Hagrid's excitement at all, but Madame Maxime, who was sitting next to Hagrid, suddenly pursed her lips and reached out to hold Hagrid's trembling hand.

"Alita is also dead, killed by Bagobalo." Another old giant said naturally, as if he was talking about the goat he ate last night.

When Hagrid heard this, he closed his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath.

He was not in the mood to ask who Bago Barro was. God knows if that guy was killed by someone else? In the concept of giants, every giant should die in battle. This is what the giants pursue.

’s final destination.

"Things I've known for a long time...why am I so excited?" Hagrid muttered to himself, closing his eyes tightly.

At this moment, Maka, who was sitting aside and looking around, suddenly felt something in his heart - he saw a figure in the distance.

"Can you tell me about my mother?" Hagrid was silent for a while, then said.

"What's the matter with your mother?" The old giant sat cross-legged on the ground, picking up clods of soil and asked, "When she came back, she was too thin and injured. She couldn't beat others and was not as powerful as before..."

In the intermittent narration of the old giant, Hagrid learned about his mother's situation after she returned to the giant community.

To be honest, before meeting Hagrid's father, Friedvarfa was a very strong female giant.

In the 1910s, when the First World War broke out in the Muggle world, the giants who were originally scattered into several tribes were almost affected.

In order to control these giants, the wizarding world once sent wizards to drive them away to avoid the Muggle war. It was during that special period that Hagrid's mother, Friedvarfa, met Hagrid's father.

Although not many people know the specific situation, it can be judged from the old giant that Fredervafa was a quite "powerful" giant at that time.

"...Later, she and Balon gave birth to a child." The old giant crushed a stone he picked up and then smeared it on the ground with the stone powder for fun. "It was another useless dwarf."

Having said this, the old giant pointed to the woods on the other side. He was pointing in the direction that Maka was paying attention to.

"Grawp, unhealthy, useless little dwarf."

When he mentioned the words "useless dwarf", he also glanced at Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim, and then grinned disdainfully.

But Hagrid didn't have time to pay attention to the old giant's contempt. When he heard that his mother had given birth to a child, his eyes suddenly widened and he looked towards where the old giant was pointing.

"Brother! I have a brother! Grawp?" Hagrid's hands began to tremble again, and he could hardly suppress the inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Rubbert!" Madame Maxime held Hagrid's hand down again, but this time she couldn't hold it down.

Hagrid suddenly jumped up and ran towards the woods with long strides.

"My brother! Grawp!"

At this moment, Hagrid only had these few words left in his mind. Apart from that, he probably had no room to consider other things.

"…Group."

Maka, who was sitting there, was also looking at the forest. Right there, a small giant who looked a head shorter than the other giants was clinging to a thick tree at the edge of the forest.

And right next to him, another giant was pulling his leg, and his huge fist hit his waist hard, making a muffled sound of "bang bang bang".