days at Hogwarts

Chapter 542: Gogogoma and the Giant Or
At the foot of the mountain, McNeill walked forward calmly, picked out the wet firewood from the campfire, and added a flame. The quietly burning flames licked the wild boar meat that had long been smoked black. The melted fat dripped along the pig skin into the soil next to it and quietly solidified.

As the mountain breeze swept across the depression, the wild boar meat was not fully cooked, and a rich and complex smell spread, the fishy stench of cooled blood and internal organs, the foul stench contained in the pork, and the faint aroma of protein and fat blended after being roasted.

Next to the rekindled bonfire, the new giant Gogogoma swallowed his saliva and asked in a rough voice:
"Why, my barbecue is not tasty!"

McNeill's eyes flashed with a hint of brutality, and then he lowered his head and squeezed out a voice from his teeth and said, "Because you didn't catch those two half-blood giants. Without the seasoning from them, the wild boar meat will not taste good."

"Catch them! Make them barbecue! Slaves!"

Gao Gao Ma's English was not fluent, and McNeill endured his inner irritation almost every moment. He was the executioner of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, not a gentle breeder. Instead of whispering to comfort these savage guys, he wanted to take out his executioner's axe and chop off their heads to see if their spines were hard and whether there were brains inside their skulls.

"They've already escaped. It's all your fault for sleeping, stupid—"

Before he could utter the curse word, a gentle voice came from the other end: "So you can only go to Hogwarts, the brave giant Goog, and bring him back to be your barbecue slave!"

There was a gleam in McNeill's eyes. He was indeed Barty Crouch Jr., the man who killed his father. This kind of job of bewitching people and deceiving them to death was more suitable for those around the Dark Lord.

"Hogwarts - Dumbledore!" A trace of awe flashed in the tall giant's blank eyes, and he shook his head neatly.

"The great Dark Lord will deal with Dumbledore. You just need to catch those two half-giants..."

"Half-Giant, shorty, I'll catch you!"

"That's right. Capture that stupid guy who tainted the wizard's bloodline and make him a slave. Capture all the guys who tainted the wizard's noble bloodline and make them slaves."

Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't help but smile. Upon hearing this, the giant Gogogoma imagined the scene of many slaves grilling meat for him and started laughing too. The laughter of the two echoed in the spacious valley.

Another gust of mountain wind blew by, and the strong fishy stench spread again. Crouch and McNeil put away their smiles, and their faces looked a little ugly. Gao Gaoma's eyes lit up next to him. He smelled the real aroma of cooked barbecue from the distinct layers of stench. Although it was not as tempting as the two half-blood giants' roasted meat a few days ago, it was indeed the aroma of barbecue.

Turbid saliva flowed from his huge mouth and splashed on the ground. Gao Gaoma turned his head sharply and took a breath, then followed the direction of the fragrance and found the only roasted wild boar meat in the depression.

At the edge of the depression, the giant Orr watched the fire carefully, suppressing his inner excitement. He didn't expect that the wild boar meat could be roasted faster by cutting it into pieces. He was lucky.

Swallowing, Or counted the wild boar parts skewered on the campfire again.

There was little good meat on the pig's head, so I kept it for myself. The meat on the two hind legs was thick and plentiful, so I left it for my younger brother Gail and my younger sister Mir. The meat on the two front hooves was good, but the amount was small and there were many bones, so I left it for the other two seriously injured guys in the cave...

The scene of the group civil war a few days ago gradually emerged in Orr's mind. It was a dark night. The wet firewood burned out thick black smoke, which rose into the sky and turned into thick dark clouds, covering the glowing ball in the sky. It was pitch black in the cave and nothing could be seen clearly.

At that time, sister Mir was telling her beautiful fantasy: "If only those two half-blood giants could send a few more magical fairy fires, our cave would be bright, we wouldn't feel cold wearing bark clothes in winter, and Gale wouldn't get frostbite on his hands..."

Naive Mir, even if the half-blood giants sent more Gubley fairy fire, they would only be hidden in Gugo's cave, even if Gugo was sweating in the heat, even if the giants outside froze to death in the winter...

Just as everyone was adding to Mil's fantasy, they heard a loud noise outside the cave, and someone rushed into the cave and started fighting with them.

It was not until dawn that they found out that the strong Gaogaoma had chopped off the head of the previous Gugokakus, and now he had become the giant Gugo. A lot of messy things happened afterwards, and he couldn't explain it clearly. In short, his brother Gale and sister Mir were seriously injured, and the other two people who didn't accept Gaogaoma also had their hands and feet broken. Now he was the only one who could walk out of the cave to barbecue...

We must find them more food, preferably fat meat, so that their bones can grow better quickly and their wounds can heal quickly!

Just when Orr was expecting that the barbecue would make his younger brothers and sisters strong again, the ground shook with a dull rumbling sound. Orr's face turned pale, as if he realized something, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold.

The muffled sound gradually got closer. The new Gugo Gaogaoma didn't even look at him, but ran straight to the barbecue on the campfire, lowered his huge head, and his saliva dripped into the fire, making a hissing sound as it evaporated.

"Hey..." Gaogaoma sucked his saliva, reached out and picked up two thick pieces of hind leg meat, one in each hand, along with the plump and juicy buttocks, and walked away with a smile on his face.

His movements were natural and smooth, as if everything was as it should be, and he didn't even glance at the giant next to him.

Looking at the figure that was a head taller than him, Orr lowered his head silently, clenching the firewood tightly in his fists. The solid wood made a creaking sound under the weight. A deep chill flowed in his eyes, but he dared not show it easily.

Two more years, wait another two years, until he grows a little taller and can reach out and touch the bird's nest on the fourth branch of the forest tree -

I must bite off Gaogaoma's neck and sink his head into the lake!
Just as Or was planning to share the two front leg meats with his younger brother Gail and sister Mir, and share the pig head with the other two people in the cave, another tall, scarred giant came over, circled around the campfire, and finally chose the left front leg meat with a better color. He reached out and picked it up, put it under his nose and sniffed it, with an intoxicated expression.

As for Orr next to him, why bother with him?
He is a member of Gao Gao Ma's gang. As for those guys who are unwilling to surrender and even have connections with half-giants, it is already a blessing if they are not beaten to death.

Orr stretched out his hand to stop the giant who was about to leave, and growled softly: "..."

He spoke in the Highland Giant's own language, so Barty Crouch Jr. and McNeill couldn't hear clearly what he said.

The scar-faced giant roared impatiently twice, his eyes were dangerous and his face was fierce, as if he was threatening. "Roar...Ah..." Orr said expressionlessly.

The scar-faced giant bared his teeth and pushed him. What brothers and sisters? What does it have to do with him?
"Roar!!"

Or suddenly slapped the scarred giant in the face with such heavy force that it even made a whistling sound that cut through the air. The scarred giant was slapped around by him, and the roasted front leg meat slipped out of his hand and fell not far away, splashing some dirt.

Scarface spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, and rage flashed in his eyes.

The giants around looked in this direction, and the next moment looked towards the tall horse not far away, only to see the new Gugo enjoying the fat and juicy hind leg meat. He had just finished eating one leg and took a bite of the other one.

"Roar!!"

Another slap in the face, in the opposite direction, made Scarface spin around again and fall to the ground. This time the force was even more brutal, even Scarface's sturdy head felt a little dizzy, and a slight ringing sound appeared in his ears, making him lose balance. He supported himself with one hand and crawled several times but failed to get up.

After two consecutive slaps, Or's cold eyes did not change, as if the snow on the mountains had not melted for years, the chill was deep, but he remained calm, showing no violence, nor any anger, as if everything he did was justified, the barbecue he gave to his sister was snatched away by someone else, and he just wanted to get the barbecue back.

Orr thought so and did so. He took slow steps, making a low rumbling sound, and slowly stepped over Scarface's head. He came to the campfire and bent down to pick up the front leg meat on the ground.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Boom!Boom!Boom!
A series of heavy and swift footsteps sounded nearby. Before Orr could react, he could only protect his front leg meat in his arms as he flew sideways.

Gaogaoma knocked Orr away like a wild boar charging. His eyes were red, and the blood vessels under his rhino-like blue-brown skin were swollen and congested, faintly glowing red. At this moment, Gaogaoma was the tallest warrior of the giant tribe, the most powerful Gugo. He absolutely could not tolerate anyone offending his dignity. That little thing that was unwilling to surrender dared to resist his servant.

Gao Gaoma took a deep breath, roared, and suddenly charged again, rushing towards Orr who had just stood up.

Charge, stop, twist the waist, punch, the extremely powerful fist carrying the powerful potential energy of the giant's sudden stop, hammered on Or's lower abdomen. Or was beaten to exhale, but he had no strength to breathe it back. The front leg meat in his hand also slipped out of his hand at this moment. He bent over in pain, and Gao Gaoma's knee strike hit Or's chest, followed by a hook punch to his jaw. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was mixed with slight bone cracks. Or raised his head and spat out a few bloody teeth. The whole person was knocked off the ground by the powerful impact!
Then came a series of punches, kicks, elbows...

The dull sound of flesh hitting bones echoed. On the ridge not far away, Loren and Hermione stared in silence. They were used to the wonders of magic, so this collision of fists and flesh brought an even stronger shock.

They had seen Hagrid fight before, breaking trees and swinging trunks against Quirrell, charging at the Acromantula...

But none of them was as obvious as this time. Hagrid's height was not even half that of these two giants.

The battle beside the campfire in the hollow was almost over. Looking at Orr, whose bones were broken and who had no strength to stand, Gao Ma smiled grimly, grabbed his collar made of rough tree bark with both hands, and roared: "Roar!!!"

A large amount of gas passes through the trachea quickly, causing the thick vocal cords to vibrate violently, and the air is mixed with a faint explosive sound.

The roar echoed repeatedly in the depression surrounded by mountains, and spread all the way to the snow-capped mountains. The weak vibrations gradually grew larger and took a long time to stop.

No one cared about the avalanche on the distant hilltop. All eyes were focused on the giant at the edge of the depression. The foul smell of bad breath mixed with the greasy smell of barbecue hit Or's face. Or's breathing stagnated and a stream of blood came out of the corner of his mouth again. His exhaled breath made a labored choking sound, and it seemed that he was breathing out more than inhaling.

"Roar……"

Gao Gao Ma laughed, threw him aside, sat down in front of the campfire, and enjoyed the remaining barbecue.

It was not until he had eaten and drunk his fill and returned to his own cave with two Death Eaters that a giant came forward to check on Orr's condition and dragged him back to the entrance of their family's cave...

At night, the light of the faint starry sky shines, and the snow on the nearby mountains reflects the crystal light, which is dimmer than during the day, but hardly affects the vision.

Above the ridge on the west side of the depression, a huge rock with rounded edges blocked the whistling mountain wind and provided a comfortable shelter for the two people resting nearby.

"There are only 70 or 80 giants in the entire tribe, but the giant leader beat his people mercilessly. They are in such a bad state, they will not live long... If this continues, these giants will kill each other and become extinct before we go to war with the Death Eaters!"

Hermione's beautiful eyebrows were twisted together, and her negative impression of the giant became even more profound.

Loren tore off the last piece of cold meat from the ribs, put it in his mouth, sipped the slightly salty fragrance, and breathed a sigh of satisfaction: "Let's go to the cave of the giant who is about to be killed and take a look."

"what?"

"That violent giant Goog is hanging out with the Death Eaters and they seem to be getting along quite well. He's obviously our enemy, and that giant grilling meat is the enemy of our enemy. Maybe he can become our friend?" Loren washed his hands with the hot water in the kettle, thinking. "And I have a feeling that there might be clues about Hagrid in the giant's cave."

Hermione was a little moved when she heard that, but the violent scene she saw during the day came to her mind again, and she couldn't help but hesitate: "But...what if we are trapped in the cave..."

"Don't forget, we are wizards." Loren raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "If we fight in a narrow terrain, I don't think they have any advantage..."

A few minutes later, two nimble weasels moved swiftly on the rocks in the mountains, like two elves walking out of the snow, and like the flowing moonlight, they went all the way down and finally sank into a cave with a foul smell at the edge of the depression.

(End of this chapter)