The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The first feeling Orr had after waking up was pain, a splitting headache, and the broken teeth on his gums were also painful. His skin seemed to be cut by a red-hot knife, and something hot was flowing in his flesh and blood, causing a burning pain. The dozens of broken bones in his body seemed to be sucked by insects with sharp mouthparts, which made him feel painful and itchy.

"Drink some water..."

Mil's voice sounded beside him, and his lips immediately touched the wet and cold liquid. Orr subconsciously opened his mouth and drank a jar of cold water in one breath. His headache immediately subsided, and even the pain in his body gradually subsided.

He opened his eyes and saw a human standing not far in front of him on the right. He had a faint smile on his face and looked at him with strange eyes, as if he was looking at a masterpiece.

Orr was startled and subconsciously sat up with his hands. A warm current flowed to his hands. Instead of the thick and hard stone slab he expected, he felt like some old and rotten dead wood. As soon as he pressed it, it rustled and broke into stone slag and slipped through his fingers.

Orr was stunned for a moment. He felt something flowing in his body since he woke up. Now he felt it more clearly. He raised his palm and looked at the faint lines. The lines were emitting faint light from time to time, like magma flowing through the earth veins, bursting with heat and power.

He seemed to understand something, and turned to look at the wizard: "I...you..."

"Hello, Or, you can call me Morgan..."

Loren observed the giant, and also observed his first biological alchemy work, and nodded with satisfaction: "When you were seriously injured and dying by Gogo, your brother and sister made a deal with us, and this alchemy array is part of it..."

Seeing his somewhat panicked eyes, Loren guessed what he was thinking, and whispered to comfort him: "Please rest assured, we are different from the Death Eaters, and we will not ask you to be cannon fodder on the battlefield to die. As long as you can restrain other giants from standing on the side of the Death Eaters, I will not disturb your brother and sister's beautiful life for a long time..."

"For a long time..."

The three giant brothers and sisters murmured and repeated, with different expressions.

"Adapt to your power, tomorrow is your time for revenge."

...

Late at night

Due to the high altitude and snow accumulation, the cold wind howled at night on Ben Nevis, the coldness of ice and snow spread along the hillside, and the soil oozed water vapor, which was cold and damp.

Not far from the depression where the giant tribe was located, Loren and Hermione found a flat ground with wind shelter on all sides to camp and rest. This was a position overlooking the depression. No matter which direction McNeill and Crouch supported Gaogaoma from, they could find it at the first time and respond in time...

It took only half a minute to set up the tent with a waving wand. It was strong and windproof, and the camouflage color was very concealed.

The tent prepared by Old Dodd had good sealing performance. The camping site selected by Loren was wind sheltered on all sides, so water vapor and cold wind could not get in. He got into the tent and released a few soft blue flames like silk, which was warm and soft. Then spread the blanket produced by the legendary alchemist Nicolas Flamel, and the body temperature of the two people was almost not lost. The whole quilt was warm, not cold at all, and even a little stuffy, so there was no sleeping bag.

"After the sun sets tomorrow, the Mill brothers and sisters will attack the cave where Gaogaoma is. If everything goes well, Orr will replace Gaogaoma as the new Gugo..."

"But we also have to be on guard against the two Death Eaters. McNeill is a senior executioner. I don't know how good he is in dueling. There is also Crouch, who is an outstanding graduate. It is said that he got a 12th certificate when he graduated..."

Hermione was wearing fluffy winter pajamas, half sitting in the tent and mumbling, carefully calculating tomorrow's plan, from how many loyal subordinates Gaogaoma has to how long it will take for the Death Eaters to arrive at the scene for support. She looked like she didn't want to sleep tonight.

Loren didn't listen to her at all. He lay on the blanket and swayed a few times. He turned over and hugged her waist. It was soft and slender, warm and hot. He pressed her on the blanket, swayed a few times to get close to her body, buried his head in the girl's neck, and took a deep breath.

With a light hum, the chattering stopped immediately.

"Don't blame Professor Granger. Go to bed early so that you can be more energetic to deal with the Death Eaters tomorrow."

Loren exhaled a large breath of satisfaction, put one leg on her legs, and closed his eyes with the soft fragrance.

"Know...Know."

Hermione responded softly and carefully, her voice trembling slightly. She waited for the person next to her to gradually calm down and breathe evenly, then she carefully pressed his arm with her hand and tried to push it aside.

This move seemed to alarm him. The man's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the warm breath blew on his neck, burning Hermione quickly let go and dared not move.

Holding her breath for a while, fortunately the man did not wake up. Hermione had no way to deal with him, so she could only relax slowly and close her eyes slowly.

Just when she was about to fall asleep, the man suddenly moved-probably because he felt that the tent was a bit stuffy and the two of them were uncomfortable together, he retracted his legs again, and even turned his back to her, his posture revealed disgust.

"..."

Hermione took a deep breath and slowly loosened her clenched fists.

...

The sun turned a circle in the sky and hid behind the dusk clouds.

The world dimmed, and Ben Nevis, far away from the human world, gradually fell into the silence of the night. The biting cold wind whistled down from the snow-covered mountain top, just like the past ten years.

The small bumps on the skin indicated that the air was getting colder. The giants sped up their eating speed, stuffing the smelly, uncooked pork into their mouths. Their teeth, which were harder than solidified magma, collided together, cutting up and down, rubbing left and right, making a sound of collision that made people's teeth sour. The tough pig skin and shredded meat were ground into powder and swallowed into the stomach by the tongue.

Orr's dinner was a stick of bread frozen like a stone. He didn't need to chew it, but stuffed it directly into his throat, mixed with snow water and gurgled into his stomach. He couldn't taste it, only the increasingly clear feeling of fullness proved that he was eating.

The giants couldn't grow wheat or bake bread. These things were left by the two wizards last night. In fact, they also left some meat and some pies. Orr tasted it and it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten.

He decided to keep these delicious foods as a celebration after his victory.

The shorter male and female giants stood by and silently handed him water and bread. Tonight's mountain cave was the same as usual, but they all knew that something had changed and would change forever.