The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

The bright moonlight illuminated another confrontation on the battlefield. Loren's previous shouting words indeed broke Crouch's psychological defense. The Death Eater claimed that he would torture him with the Cruciatus Curse until dawn, and the curse poured out also proved it. In this regard, more than a dozen Cruciatus Curse attacks will be mixed with one or two evil curses, and indeed there is no death curse.

Boom...

The red Cruciatus Curse with strong malice collided with the magic spells of various colors, and the powerful magic power of both sides stirred up like a thunderous explosion in summer, which was deep and heavy.

As the number of impacts gradually increased, Crouch, who had been observing the state of his opponent, became more and more solemn, and the gestures used to control the wand slowly changed. From the initial hold of the thumb, index finger, and middle finger, it became Five fingers tightened around the wand.

The simple and crude collision of spells hides a game of details. The angle at which Loren releases the spell seems random and invisible, but every time he hits the oncoming Cruciatus Curse and other scattered evil curses. Also blocked at a safe distance, Crouch, who was slightly impatient, wanted to break through the invisible line of defense between the two, but no matter how he adjusted his casting speed, the spell on the other side kept up with him in time, making him feel depressed and aggrieved.

Loren suddenly threw out a light green repel spell, light and swift, blocking the Cruciatus Curse that Crouch had just brewed and activated a few feet in front of him.

Crouch's eardrums were tightened by the sudden explosion of magic fireworks in front of him. The gorgeous red and green light illuminated the night sky and also illuminated his face. The tremor in his heart made his eyes a little dazed.

Rolling the wand around his index finger, Loren quietly closed the attack distance, looked at the Death Eater who was staring at him not far away, and smiled softly: "Why did Professor Crouch stop? Are you thinking about how to escape? Or are you worried about being scolded by your master when you go back? Oh, how could he scold you? After all, you regard him as——"

"Enough! Despicable little Mudblood, you don't understand my relationship with the Dark Lord at all. The Dark Lord and I have a lot in common. We both have extremely disappointing fathers, and we both inherited our father's name with shame. , we all happily killed our father... we, we..."

The tip of Crouch's wand was pointed forward, quietly emitting a dazzling green light, and the curse filled with the breath of death was about to burst out.

A blazing red beam penetrated the right chest.

A mouthful of blood came out of Crouch's mouth, and it became difficult to breathe. He tried hard to raise the wand and mumbled the spell: "Avada..."

Loren shook his wand, and an invisible magic wave floated over, turning the Death Eater who had been pierced through the chest into a ferret, just like what he wanted to do to those students last school year.

Loren, who was the first to end the fight, walked forward slowly, picked up the ferret that was lying on the ground, twitching and bleeding, sprinkled some white essence on it, then stuffed it into a glass jar with air holes, tightened the lid, and tied it. A straw rope hangs from his hand.

The magic power penetrated the right chest. It was not a fatal injury in the first place, and wizards were not prone to infection. He planned to take it back and hand it over to Dumbledore.

Loren took the prisoners and seized a wand. He stood up and looked at the two people who were confronting each other not far away. The battle there was coming to an end.

"It's now……"

Having caught the flaw, Hermione's eyes narrowed, and the wand half-raised in front of her suddenly waved downwards, as if an elegant orchestra conductor signaled the musicians to start playing, and a battlefield general ordered the soldiers to start attacking.

The transformation technique awakened those inconspicuous gravels through invisible but close connections. The stones under McNeil's feet suddenly came to life, as if the vibrant grape seeds were stimulated by the magic and sprouted happily, growing into flexible branches. The vines enveloped McNeil in the blink of an eye.

"Hoo..."

McNeil's face turned red, and his slightly protruding eyeballs were full of astonishment. The hasty burst of force compressed his chest, forcing him to exhale the air in his lungs. He hadn't expected just now that the little fourth-grade witch could block the Unforgivable Curse, and he hadn't expected now that those flying stones turned out to be the carrier of the transformation spell.

His wrist was tightened by the stone vines, his fingers that were unable to exert force were curled together, and the wand dropped from his hand.

Hermione quickly stepped forward, reached out and picked up her wand, and tentatively poked the Death Eater who was firmly trapped in the stone. Seeing that he had no response and had obviously fallen into a coma, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

Loren glanced at the Death Eater trapped in the rock. He looked so ferocious, and his blood vessels were about to burst. In order to prevent the little witch from having nightmares in the next few days, he ran over and stuffed another ferret into the glass jar.

Hermione blinked and looked at the captives in the jar. She felt something was strange, but couldn't describe it. She raised her head and asked, "What should we do next? Go find the Al brothers and sisters?"

Loren tightened the lid and listened to the heavy thumping sound that kept echoing in the mountains: "Let's go after dawn. Now, let's find a good place to watch the sunrise."

"Look at the sunrise..." the little witch nodded.

After experiencing a real battle, facing the undisguised malice, and defeating the famous Death Eaters, the little witch's mind is not calm. She will definitely not be able to sleep now, and her eyes are shining with excitement. .

Loren could feel that she had completed some unspeakable transformation in this battle.

The two of them found a flat and clean stone to sit down on. Before the fog thickened, they wrapped their shoulders together with a blanket, resting their heads against each other, talking softly about the battle just now.

Talking about the Unforgivable Curse, talking about the control of the battle rhythm.

Talking about the dead Mr. Crouch.

Discussing how to tell Dumbledore after returning, and discussing the future development of the giant tribe...

The dull hammering sound lasted all night and ended at dawn.

On the ridge west of the depression, Loren's eyelashes fluttered gently, wearing a warm and thick blanket. The heat dissipated from his breath squeezed the floating morning mist. The girl leaned on his shoulder, her eyes closed, her breathing even, and her body relaxed. She was obviously asleep.

But as long as he made a slight movement, the girl would make a coquettish humming sound, soft and unclear.

Loren shook his shoulders and woke up Hermione who was half asleep.

Today is a good day. The clouds in the sky are thin and the fog in the mountains is also light. The dazzling sunlight penetrates the clouds and dispels the fog. Not long after, a round orange sun rises from behind the mountain peak. The golden red light shines between the sky and the mountains. The brilliant and brilliant glow falls on the rolling mountains, and even the snow is dyed red.

The bright light falls on the girl's face, and she can feel a hint of warmth. The dazzling light makes Hermione open her eyes.

She looked at the rising red sun and squinted her eyes uncomfortably. She turned her head and looked at the face and eyes of the people around her. She felt that the beautiful scenery around her was more pleasing to the eye than the beautiful scenery in the sky. She tightened the blanket wrapped in front of her body and also tightened her arms around him, with a lazy look.

Perhaps because the mountains are very close to the sky, the sun rises very quickly, and in a very short time it changes from orange to dazzling gold. The clouds in the sky also drift away, leaving only a few glowing ribbons.

Loren and Hermione both loved the warmth in the blanket and were reluctant to let go.

"Hermione, we should go to the giant tribe."

"Wait five more minutes, just five minutes..."

...

"Brother..."

In the deepest part of the dimly lit cave, someone called softly.

Orr's pounding on the metal helmet gradually slowed down, and a trace of confusion flashed in his huge eyes.

Who is talking?

"It's Gale, don't disturb me, I'm doing something very important."

"Brother..." A softer voice called.

Orr's fist still didn't stop, because he stared at one place for a long time, and his eyes, which were already a little stiff, moved a little.

"It's Mir, don't disturb me, I'm..."

He stopped his raised fist in the golden firelight, his dried blood was like the juice of Impatiens, his fist was torn after beating all night, and the bones inside could almost be seen. His head was lowered to face a bloody metal helmet. On both sides of the helmet, two short giants were frowning and staring at him, their faces full of worry.

Orr's fist twitched twice because of the pain. He forced a smile at the two people and picked up the helmet with his other hand. It was really indestructible as the two half-blood giants said, but the head inside had been separated from the bones and flesh by the earthquake, and the skull was full of cracks. The flesh and brain had long been mixed together and turned into a pool of meat mud.

He shook off the rotten flesh with his helmet and said in a relaxed tone: "This guy is so big for nothing. He didn't dare to fight back after I hit him."

Gail breathed a sigh of relief. Mir raised his head, and his eyes were still flashing with worry: "Brother, there are many giants gathered outside."

"It's okay, they will understand when they see this." Orr waved his hand carelessly and stood up. The stiff leg muscles made him stagger a little, but fortunately he stood steadily quickly, picked up the helmet and took the skull inside, and walked out of the cave step by step.

"Brother--" Mir looked at his injured right hand and wanted to stop him.

Orr didn't even turn his head and said in a steady voice: "Don't worry, from today on, the fate of the giant tribe has changed, forever and ever!"

Gail suddenly felt a little dazed. He always felt that he was the most special one among the three brothers and sisters. Brother Orr only had reckless power, and his wisdom was more critical and indispensable, but now, something seemed different.

He was silent for a moment, followed behind Orr without a word, and slowly walked out of the cave.

Orr stepped out of the cave, and the blazing light shone on his dried blood. In a trance, he felt that it was not the sun that sprinkled all over the depression, but the blazing fire. In the sky full of fire, there stood tall and burly giants, the most powerful humanoid creatures!

On the high ridge, two tiny but not negligible figures stood quietly. They were the creators of the new destiny of the giant tribe and the source of his powerful power.

Orr paused, and his right hand, which was covered with flesh and bones, raised his head. His left hand, which was covered with blood and intact, raised his helmet. His majestic voice echoed between the mountains:

"I, Orr, the new Gugo!"

The cold wind in the wilderness blew across the depression. Even the giants who had been in a daze for a long time and had slow brains could clearly feel that something grand was rising from the giants in front of them, engulfing all the giants.

The giants looked at each other, whispered in a crude and primitive language, hesitated for a moment, and then knelt down in unison.

…

On the side of Ben Nevis, on a flat open space.

Mil half-knelt beside Orr, using bark dipped in hot water to carefully clean the deep wound on Orr's hand. On the flat stone beside him, there was a jar full of white fresh essence, exuding a light herbal aroma.

Loren looked at Mil's actions and nodded: "It will be the same in the future. Whether there is white fresh essence or not, timely cleaning of the dirt in the wound can make the wound heal faster."

Mil scooped out a little white fresh essence with a wooden spoon and poured it on the horrifying wound. Watching the pink tender meat grow rapidly, he happily responded: "Yeah!"

Not far away, Gale squatted on the ground, lowered his head, and told what he learned:

"...Hagrid and Maxim went to the woods in the west. When they left, they took a cat shorter than me. The little giant, named Grawp, is said to be his half-brother..."

"Hagrid's... half-brother!"

Hermione opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Half-brother, he, she, then his mother..."

"A giantess named Friedwafa, she didn't like Grawp very much, because he was only sixteen feet tall, and the short giant without family to take care of him was always the target of bullying, and was chased around by other giants, so Hagrid took him away."

"Oh, yes, sixteen feet would be despised for being short..." Hermione looked strange.

Loren was not very surprised. After learning the direction Hagrid left, he nodded and took out a brass disc the size of a face plate from his pocket and handed it over: "Your affairs here have been resolved, and we are going to set out to find Hagrid and the others. This thing is left for you. You can contact me by poking the letter notch on it. You can notify me in case of any emergency."

Gail looked at the disc that was about the size of his fingernail and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Don't look at it. This is already a larger version. I'll make you a bigger and stronger one when I have the chance."

"..."

After Loren and Hermione said goodbye to the three siblings, they left the depression along the rugged mountain road. Mir carefully put away the white fresh essence, and Gale gently poked the brass disc with his index finger.

Orr watched the backs of the two gradually disappear in the layers of rocks, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Are we Dumbledore's people in the future?"

Gale shook his head, turned around and walked towards the cave with the brass disc. He wanted to find a safe place to hide this thing.

"What does he mean by shaking his head?" Orr looked at his sister in confusion.

"We are Loren Morgan's people."

Mir's voice was very soft, as if a breeze was blowing.