days at Hogwarts

Chapter 549 New Gugo
The bright moonlight illuminated another battle on the battlefield. Loren's previous shouting did break Crouch's psychological defenses. The Death Eater claimed that he would torture him with the Cruciatus Curse until dawn, and the pouring curses also proved this. There were one or two evil curses mixed in with the dozen or so Cruciatus Curse attacks, but there was indeed no lethal Killing Curse.

Boom...

The red Cruciatus Curse filled with strong malice collided with spells of various colors. The powerful magic of both sides stirred up a sound like summer thunder, low and heavy.

As the number of collisions gradually increased, Crouch, who had been observing the situation on the other side, became more and more serious. The gesture of controlling the wand also slowly changed, from using the thumb, index finger and middle finger to easily hold the wand at the beginning, to using five fingers to tightly grasp the wand.

The simple and rough collision of spells hides a game of details. The angle at which Loren releases the spell seems random and unnoticeable, but each time he can hit the oncoming Cruciatus Curse. Other scattered evil curses are also blocked at a safe distance. Crouch, who is a little impatient, wants to break through the invisible line of defense between the two of them, but no matter how he adjusts the casting speed, the opponent's spell can keep up in time, making him feel annoyed and depressed.

Loren suddenly threw out a light green repulsive spell, which was light and swift, blocking the Cruciatus Curse that Crouch had just prepared a few feet in front of him.

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

Pressing the wand around his index finger and circling it, Loren calmly shortened the attack distance. He looked at the Death Eater who was staring at him not far away and chuckled 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, why would he scold you? After all, you treat him as--"

"Enough! You lowly little Mudblood, you don't understand the relationship between the Dark Lord and me. The Dark Lord and I have a lot in common. We both have extremely disappointing fathers. We both inherited our fathers' names in disgrace. We both killed our fathers happily... We, we..."

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

A blazing red beam pierced through the right chest.

Crouch spat out a mouthful of blood. It became difficult for him to breathe. He tried to raise his wand and mumbled the spell: "Ah... Avada..."

Loren waved his wand, and an invisible magical force floated over, transforming the Death Eater with a hole in the chest into a ferret, just like what he wanted to do to those students last school year.

Loren, who ended the battle first, walked forward slowly, picked up the ferret that was lying on the ground, twitching and bleeding, sprinkled some dill essence on it, then stuffed it into a glass jar with an air hole, tightened the lid, tied a straw rope to it and hung it in his hand.

The magic pierced the right chest, which was not a fatal injury and wizards were not prone to infection. He planned to take it back and hand it over to Dumbledore.

Loren captured the prisoner, seized a magic wand, stood up and looked at the two people who were confronting each other not far away. The battle over there was nearing its end.

"It's now……"

Hermione's eyes narrowed as she seized the flaw, and she swung the wand that was half raised in front of her suddenly downward, as if an elegant orchestra conductor signaled the musicians to start playing, or a general on the battlefield ordered his soldiers to start attacking.

Transfiguration awakened those inconspicuous gravels through invisible but close connections. The stones under McNeill's feet suddenly came alive, as if full of vitality grape seeds were born by magic, sprouting happily, and growing flexible vines, covering McNeill in the blink of an eye.

"Ho..."

McNeill's face flushed, his slightly protruding eyes were full of astonishment, and the hasty burst of force pressed his chest, forcing him to exhale the air in his lungs. He had not expected that the fourth-grade little witch could block the Unforgivable Curse, and now he could not expect that the flying stones were actually the carriers of Transfiguration.

His wrist was tightened by stone vines, his fingers curled up together, unable to exert force, and his wand fell out of his hand.

Hermione quickly stepped forward and picked up the wand. She tentatively poked the Death Eater who was trapped in the stone. Seeing that he had no reaction and was obviously unconscious, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Loren looked at the Death Eater trapped in the rock. His face was hideous and his blood vessels were about to burst. In order to prevent the little witch from having nightmares in the next few days, he trotted over and stuffed another ferret into the glass jar.

Hermione blinked and looked at the captive in the jar. She felt something was odd but couldn't describe it. She looked up and asked, "What should we do next? Go find the Orr brothers and sisters?"

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

"Watch the sunrise..." The little witch nodded.

Having experienced a real battle, confronted the undisguised malice, and defeated the notorious Death Eaters, the little witch was not at peace. She certainly could not fall asleep now, her eyes were shining with excitement.

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

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

Talking about the Unforgivable Curses and controlling the rhythm of battle.

Speaking of the deceased Mr. Crouch.

Discuss how to tell Dumbledore when we get back, and discuss the future development of the giant tribe...

The dull pounding sound continued all night and ended at dawn.

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

But as long as he made the slightest movement, the girl would make a soft and tender humming sound like a spoiled child.

Loren shook his shoulders, waking up Hermione who was half asleep.

Today is a good day. The clouds in the sky are sparse and the fog in the mountains is also very light. The dazzling sunlight penetrates the clouds and disperses the fog. Not long after, a round orange sun rises from behind the mountain peaks. The golden red light shines between the sky and the mountains. The brilliant and dazzling rays of light fall on the rolling hills, and even the snow is dyed red.

The bright light fell on the girl's face, and she could feel a hint of warmth. The dazzling light made Hermione open her eyes.

She looked at the rising red sun and squinted her eyes uncomfortably, then turned her head to look at the face and sparkling eyes of the person next to her, and felt that the beauty around her was more pleasing to the eye than the beauty on the horizon. She tightened the blanket around her and also held him in her arms, with a lazy look on her face.

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

Loren and Hermione were both very attached to the warmth of the blanket and were reluctant to let go of it.

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

"Just five more minutes, just five minutes..."

……"elder brother……"

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

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

Who is speaking?
"It's Gail, don't disturb me, I'm doing something very important."

"Brother..." a softer voice called out.

Orr's fists still did not stop, and his eyes, which had become stiff due to staring at one place for too long, moved a little.

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

He stopped raising his fist in the golden firelight. His body was covered in dried blood like the juice of Impatiens. His fist was torn from pounding all night, and one could almost see the bones inside. He lowered his head to face a bloody metal helmet. On both sides of the helmet, two short giants were frowning and staring at him with worry on their faces.

Or's fist twitched twice due to pain. He forced a smile at the two men and picked up the helmet with his other hand. It was indeed indestructible as the two half-blood giants said, but the head inside had been separated from the bones and flesh by the earthquake. There were cracks all over the skull, and the flesh and brain had long been mixed together, turning into a pool of meat paste.

He held up his helmet and shook off the rotten flesh, and said in a relaxed tone: "This guy has grown tall for nothing. He didn't dare to fight back after I hit him."

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

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

"Brother——" Mir looked at his injured right hand and tried to stop him.

Without even turning his head, Orr said in a steady voice: "Don't worry, from today on, the fate of the Giant Tribe has changed, forever!"

Gail suddenly felt a little dazed, he always felt that he was the most special one among the three siblings. His brother Orr only had reckless power, while his wisdom was the more critical and indispensable thing, but now, something seemed different.

He was silent for a moment, then followed Orr silently, slowly walking out of the cave.

Or stepped out of the cave, the blazing light shone on his body covered with dried blood, and in a trance he felt that what was spreading all over the depression was not the sunlight, but the blazing flames, and in the flames, stood tall and burly giants, the most powerful humanoid creatures!
High on the mountain ridge, two tiny but not to be ignored figures stood quietly. They were the creators of a new destiny for the Giant Tribe and the source of his powerful strength.

Orr paused, and raised his head with his right hand, which was covered in blood and had exposed bones. He raised his helmet with his left hand, which was intact, and his majestic voice echoed among the mountains:

"I, Orr, the new Googoo!"

The cold wind from 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 rough and primitive language, hesitated for a moment, and then knelt down in an orderly manner.

……

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

Mir half-knelt beside Orr, using tree 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, cleaning the dirt in the wound in time can make the wound heal faster."

Mir scooped out a little white fresh essence with a wooden spoon and poured it on the horrifying wound. He watched the pink tender flesh grow rapidly and happily responded, "Hmm!"

Not far away, Gale squatted on the ground with his head lowered, describing what he had learned:

"...Hagrid and Maxim went to the western woods. When they left, they took away a giant who was shorter than me. His name was Grawp. It was said that he was his half-brother..."

"Hagrid's...brother!"

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

"A giantess named Friedvafar. She didn't like Grawp very much because he was only sixteen feet tall. The short giant had no family to take care of him and was always bullied. He was chased around by other giants, so Hagrid took him away."

"Oh, yes, sixteen feet would be considered short..." Hermione had a strange expression on her face.

Loren was not surprised. He nodded after learning the direction Hagrid left and took out a brass disc the size of a face from his pocket and handed it over. "Now that your business here is settled, we will set out to find Hagrid and the others. I'll leave this thing for you. You can contact me by poking the letters on it. Notify me if there is any emergency."

Gale looked at the disc, which was about the size of his fingernail, and seemed a little embarrassed.

"Don't look at it, this is already an enlarged 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. Mil carefully put away the white fresh essence, and Gail gently poked the brass disc with his index finger.

Orr watched the two men's backs gradually disappear into the piles of rocks, and suddenly turned around and asked, "Are we Dumbledore's men from now on?"

Gale shook his head, took the brass disc and turned back to the cave. He wanted to find a safe place to hide it.

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

"We are Loren Morgan's people."

Mil's voice was very soft, like a breeze blowing by.

(End of this chapter)