Harry Potter Reborn

"Ah, Hagrid..." Astoria exclaimed loudly.

But she found that she didn't need to worry about Hagrid, because Hagrid quickly stood up after being knocked away, patted the dirt and dead leaves on his body and hair, and strode back.

There was anger on his face.

It was such a slap in the face. I had just said that Graup was not dangerous, and in the blink of an eye, my brother was unceremoniously thrown away.

"Ouch..."

His brother Grawp roared, and his voice echoed everywhere in the silent Forbidden Forest.

The birds on the treetops overhead chirped and flew up from their perches and disappeared.

At this time, Harry and Astoria had to raise their heads and look at the shadow - the huge Grawp was standing up from the ground.

He put a huge hand on the ground and tried to kneel down, but the ground was shaking.

He had obviously just woken up. His other big palm-like hand was scratching the back where Hagrid had just poked him with a tree trunk. He turned his head again with a confused look on his face, wanting to see who was making the noise and what was going on.

Wake him up.

It seemed that he didn't know that the person he was knocking away in his dream was his dear brother, so he used so much force. If he knew it was his brother who was waking him up, he would probably use 120% of his strength! Harry guessed

With.

Because Graup's performance illustrates this point.

He shook his head, wondering if the little man walking towards him was his brother who tied him up with a rope.

Grawp raised his dirty knuckles, each as big as a cricket ball, stretched out to his eyes and rubbed them vigorously. He finally determined who the person in front of him was.

Yes, it was really his dear brother. He roared even more angrily at Hagrid.

Then, without any warning, the body quickly rolled over at an astonishing speed.

Then he quickly turned his head this way and that, and groped for something on the ground beside him with his big hands.

"Are you okay, little Grawp?" Hagrid didn't notice anything at all.

He wanted to sound more relaxed, and at the same time, he slowly walked forward and raised the big branch, preparing to poke Grawp again.

"Did you sleep well?"

Harry took Astoria's hand and began to back away.

In their field of vision, Grawp was standing in a circular area, next to the only big tree that he had not uprooted.

The surrounding trees were completely destroyed.

Only this tree remains.

The trunk is so thick that not even Grawp can knock it down or pull it out of the soil.

This must have been carefully chosen by Hagrid.

They both raised their heads and saw his whole face clearly, his astonishingly large face, which was like a gray-white full moon floating in the dark clearing.

His facial features were like those roughly carved out of a large stone sphere by an apprentice who had just learned carving for two days, with his eyes closed.

The stubby nose is almost shapeless, the mouth is crooked, and it is covered with strange yellow teeth the size of half a brick. The eyes are turbid brown-green, which is indeed very small by the standards of giants, and because it has just woken up, it is almost

Not opened yet.

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"Hey, is this what giants are like? Don't tell me that Hagrid is the beauty ceiling among giants." Astoria said.

"If you put it this way..." Harry recalled the appearance of the giants he had seen in the giant camp, and they were simply competing to see who was the taller.

"It seems that's really the case."

The other end of the rope tied around Graop's wrists and ankles was tied to a big tree. The tree creaked ominously due to Graop's struggle.

Hagrid was right, he was at least sixteen feet tall.

Grawp didn't know what he touched, but it probably wasn't something good, because he showed a silly smile.

"Hagrid, I think you need to be careful," Harry reminded kindly.

"Don't worry, I can take care of it."

Graup's hand as big as a parasol suddenly pulled out a large hard stone from the soil, estimated to weigh several hundred pounds.

Such a heavy stone, in his hands, is just equivalent to an adult weighing a brick.

Full of anger towards the unscrupulous old man, he rounded his arms and threw it at Hagrid with all his strength.

Stones whizzed through the air.

Childish behavior is very similar to a child using pebbles to express anger, but the damage caused by the two is not the same.

If the impact caused by the stone thrown by Grawp hits a person, it will be the same as being fired in the face by a Muggle rocket launcher.

Anyway, they were all dead and turned into a puddle of flesh.

Fortunately, Hagrid was really sure of it.

When he was knocked away by Grawp for the first time, he said he was fine, but secretly added a "protective spell" to himself.

So when the stone hit Hagrid, it was blocked by a layer of golden screen that emerged.

But then, boom.

The golden light shattered into crumbs.

Hagrid's protective spell was directly broken by this simple and crude physical attack, which exceeded the attack power it could protect against.

Fortunately, the big stone lost its strength and fell from the air, landing at Hagrid's feet.

Hagrid sighed quietly.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, Grawp's nostrils opened and he was breathing heavily.

"roar."

Grawp yelled angrily.

The palms of his hands continued to grab a lot of things on the ground.

But there are no more stones.

Just handfuls of dirt.

Even so, he vented his dissatisfaction and threw it at Hagrid.

Then it started to rain mud from the sky.

"Hi, little Graup, I'm your brother, are you still awake?"

Hagrid stretched out his fluffy arms and put them on his head to prevent mud from falling on his bird's nest-like hair.

He raised the big branch again and poked Graup's knee to let him notice that he was his brother and not someone else.

Grawp really wanted to kick his annoying short brother away, but he couldn't reach Hagrid, so he turned around and pulled up the tall pine tree behind him.

This is definitely not his first attempt, but with his poor IQ, he always forgets to fail.

Is this an advantage or a disadvantage?

Who knows.

The big tree was shaken and swayed by Graup.

The ground around the exposed tree roots began to slowly crack. If Graup kept shaking like this for a long time, he might eventually pull out the big tree.

"Okay, little Grawp, don't do that! Do you know that you are responsible for global warming?" Hagrid shouted angrily, "You uprooted other trees just like this."

When Graup heard this, he shook even more vigorously.

The pine trees swayed menacingly, huge shadows swayed on the ground, and pine needles fell towards Hagrid like a heavy rain.

A layer of emerald green appeared on Hagrid's head, and even his face turned a little green.

"Hurry up and stop!" Hagrid saw a rare look of true anger on his face when he saw that Grawp had not listened to him.

He took out his small pink umbrella and pointed it at the earth.

The cracked land seemed to be closed by a pair of invisible hands, and calm returned again, and the soil became more compacted.

"How come you forgot everything I told you last night?!" Hagrid snapped.

He stood in front of Graup like a child.

But when faced with the serious Hagrid, Grawp hesitated.

He stomped the root of the tree vigorously, knowing that his goal of knocking it down could not be achieved, so he punched the pine tree to vent his dissatisfaction.

winter.

The pine tree swayed violently.

He muttered something inaudible and squatted down under the big tree, not even looking at Hagrid.

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