hogwarts blast

There were piles of bonfires burning on the edge of the pine forest, which was not particularly dense.

The cold wind blowing in the face carried a strong smell of blood, mixed with the aroma of some barbecue.

The two contradictory smells mixed together were a bit disgusting.

The source of this smell was a group of armored giants sitting around a campfire.

Several of the bonfires had a huge chamois on them, and the aroma of barbecue was emanating from these poor chamois.

As for the source of the bloody smell, it is the armored stomachs on the giants.

Including the weapons at their feet, they were all stained with a thick layer of sticky blood.

Several wizards wrapped in thick plush coats sat near another bonfire away from the giants.

They all had gloomy looks, as if someone owed them millions of gold galleons, and they looked out of place compared to the giants reveling around them.

Even though they were fifty meters away, they could still smell the stench of the giant's body.

Creatures like giants never take a bath. The cleanest time for their bodies is probably when they are just born.

Not to mention that these giants have carried out killings again and again in the recent period, making themselves dripping with blood every time.

They didn't even bother to clean off the blood that was accidentally stained on their bodies during the killing.

In this case, the odor on their bodies may not be strong, but it may be a ghost.

"Yaxley, how long will it take for us to end this horrible life?" One of the wizards' tone was filled with deep impatience.

The leading wizard named Cobain Yaxley frowned. It was obvious that he was not very satisfied with the current damn living conditions.

It was okay to be frozen in the ice and snow, but the most unbearable thing for him was the smell of the giant.

He really didn't understand why the Dark Lord would want to recruit low-level creatures with low intelligence like giants.

As a supporter of pure blood theory, in Yaxley's eyes, even half-blood and or pure Muggle-born wizards belong to the category of inferior humans, let alone giants.

But even so, intimidated by Voldemort's reputation, he did not dare to question Voldemort's approach.

"It's almost time, there are only the last three giant tribes left."

Upon hearing that there were actually three tribes of giants, the four wizards traveling with him began to complain.

The Alps is not a small place, its total area is approximately 220,000 square kilometers.

The total number of people adds up to only three digits. It is not known whether there is a group of giants that has broken through to four digits. In this vast mountain range, they are almost like a fish in the black lake.

If they wanted to find another giant tribe, it would take them almost two days on foot.

This is only if the tribe has not relocated. If they cannot find the person after they go there, they will have to look for each other's traces again.

Three tribes, six days, is already the most conservative estimate.

They don't have magic snowmobiles like Kyle and others that can run at a speed of 200 kilometers per hour on the snow after being modified through alchemy.

They couldn't help but began to complain about the sentence given to the giant by the International Federation of Wizards.

There is no way to drive the giant away, so we have to drive it into the Alps.

The original idea of ​​the International Federation of Wizards was to drive the giants into the ice and snow where no grass could grow, and wait for them to starve to death. This would eliminate the giants without appearing too cruel.

To put it simply, the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards both does that and needs to establish a memorial arch.

As a result, more than ten years later, the giant did not starve to death, but the wizards themselves almost died of exhaustion in the snowy mountains.

While they were madly complaining about the International Federation of Wizards and Giants, a snowy owl flapped its wings and circled around and around their heads.

After circling for a few minutes, the snowy owl plunged into the pine forest and landed on Hagrid's shoulder.

Kyle did not return to his human form, but kept his snowy owl appearance.

"The giants are all in front," Kyle pointed his chicken wings straight ahead, "I also saw the Death Eaters, five in total, they should all be there."

"What's the plan?" Hagrid asked.

Snowy Owl grinned, "The plan is... we just rush out and fuck him!"

Very good, very simple and crude plan.

Mrs. Maxim held her forehead helplessly.

Although she has great confidence in the strength of Kyle and Hagrid, this does not mean that she agrees with their reckless behavior.

However, as the most loyal among the three, Madame Maxime could not speak out to refute the two's battle plan.

"I will leave all the giants to you," Kyle patted Hagrid's thick neck with his wings, "You have to use your power to conquer the giants, so I can't interfere in your battle."

"Yes," Hagrid nodded, "I understand."

He clenched his fists and waved them vigorously in front of him, "I will never let Professor Dumbledore down."

"Very good, very energetic!" Kyle exclaimed, "I'll go and take care of those five Death Eaters first."

The snowy owl flapped its wings fiercely and roared into the sky.

Like an arrow piercing the clouds, it arrived a thousand meters high in the sky, and Kyle transformed back into his human form in a burst of light.

Ribs made of pure magic power emerged around him, wrapping Kyle up, and quickly grew and grew until he became a fifty-meter-tall fire demon.

Kyle controlled Sunohu and assumed a typical Superman flying posture, with both fists raised in front of him.

Under the influence of gravity, Xuzuo Nenghu's upward momentum quickly stopped with the help of inertia, and then turned into a fall.

The speed converted from altitude, coupled with the push of the wings on his back, caused a sonic boom cloud to appear on Suzuo Nohu's fist when he was still about a hundred meters away from the ground.

"Justice from heaven!"

The Death Eaters on the ground couldn't hear Kyle's voice at all.

Because Susanoo's speed has exceeded the speed of sound, Kyle's voice can't reach him at all.

Before any of the Death Eaters could react, they were directly smashed into the ground by a huge fist falling from the sky.

Xuzuo Nenghu collided with the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently.

The snow and soil on the ground were mixed together, and were stirred up by the powerful bombardment to a height of tens of meters.

All the giants were frightened by this sudden attack.

Their movements were not unpleasant. In just a blink of an eye, they all grabbed the weapons at their feet and assumed a posture as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

It's just that they don't even know which direction the enemy is.

A figure wrapped in blue steam flew out of the pine forest.

"Towards the peacock!"