Chapter 737: The Soul of Vengeance

When he heard that he couldn't be a teacher of the protection of magical creatures, Hagrid's heart was like a sap, and he couldn't breathe.

Hagrid didn't catch his breath until he heard that dangerous creatures could be cultivated.

His mood was like going through a roller coaster. He was timid and asked expectantly, "Can I raise fire dragons?"

George said calmly, "If you are sure, you have the ability. I think this is one of the options that can be considered. Of course, the premise is that you can take sufficient precautions."

George said slowly, "This will be very troublesome, if you want to raise fire dragons. You need to pass a series of audits, you first have to be in the Ministry of Magic's department that manages dangerous species, and have a thorough understanding of all conditions and habits of fire dragons. learn."

"After this, you may need to intern in jobs related to fire dragons, and after this, you may raise fire dragons."

"I'll do it all."

Hagrid didn't seem to understand the difficulty of these things at all.

He said excitedly, "I will definitely become a qualified fire dragon breeder, and I may be able to pick up Norbert at that time."

When he thought of being able to raise fire dragons, when he thought of being able to take back Norbert, he had forgotten any unhappiness and any problems.

"Good luck then." George said calmly, "but none of this can be done in a short time. You must ensure that the dangerous species you cultivate have been reviewed accordingly."

"Of course, of course."

Hagrid happily patted his chest and assured.

George shrugged, dismissing Hagrid's assurances.

He turned his gaze back to the three of Harry, "Okay, it's over, you guys have finished seeing Hagrid."

Seeing George's urging, the three of Harry immediately rushed to say goodbye to Hagrid.

After Harry and the three said goodbye to Hagrid, George took them back to the castle.

......

the next morning.

The sky is clear and the air is cloudless.

After breakfast, George left school and went near the Sudeten Mountains in Poland.

When George found the valley where Hagrid had seen the giant, there was no sign of the giant.

Hagrid was really wasting too much time. At this time, the valley was empty and silent.

In the valley, four high mountains form a depression, and in the middle of the depression, there is a mountain lake.

The clear lake water against the blue sky is like a mirror like a sapphire.

Looking at the scenery here, George could imagine that if it wasn't spoiled by giants, it would be a scenic spot.

Today, around the lake, there are all kinds of foreign debris that do not match the blue and beautiful lake surface.

Broken skeletons of cattle and sheep, huge footprints, various potholes and rubble, crushed bushes.

"The bones are summoned!"

George waved his wand and uttered a spell, under his spell. Some broken human bones flew out from the lake, from the cave, and from the rubble.

The white bones gathered, like iron nails attracted by magnets, piled up a high pile of human bones in front of him.

Although George couldn't see how many people this tall pile of human bones belonged to. But with this evidence, at least he can convince himself to make some cruel decisions.

From the rain-washed and mud-covered fires, it could be seen that the giants had been gone for a long time.

If it was a normal investigation, the clues at this time would have been completely cut off.

Fortunately, George is a wizard, and a powerful wizard.

His tracking methods are not limited to normal tracking.

"Go find your enemies, vent your resentment, tear open their hearts, and drink their blood."

George waved his wand like a note of hell, and the terrible spell carried the breath of the dead, causing the surrounding weeds to freeze and wither.

The holy ghost fire of the ghosts suddenly swelled up on the high pile of bones.

The five-meter-high ghost fire is like a monster with claws and claws, with a cold and pale white.

Under the scorching of the ghost fire without temperature, the high pile of human bones melted and reorganized under the flame.

The white bones have all turned into vengeful crows.

Hundreds and thousands of crows, like birds straying from the flock, flew out in all directions like arrows.

"Scrape, scrape, scrape!"

Those revenge messengers who have returned from hell seem to be shouting to slash the enemy with a thousand cuts. They flashed scarlet eyes and spread their black wings.

They are in the sky and the earth, searching for any trace of the enemy.

"Go find your enemies, vent your resentment, tear open their hearts, and drink their blood."

Under the wave of George's wand, those revenge crows scattered into the boundless sky.

It didn't take long for those revenge crows to converge into a black river and fly towards the west.

George unfolded a pair of flowing wings, chased the black river in the sky, and flew towards the west.

It took about half an hour to fly.

In a valley on the border between Poland and the Netherlands.

The black river fell from the sky, like the punishment of heaven, and the dark lightning drilled into the valley with the heart of punishment and revenge.

George followed, as he folded his wings and fell into the valley.

Seeing those revenge crows, with their sharp sword-like beaks, they desperately pecked at those giants.

There were only more than forty giants in the valley, half of what Hagrid had seen for the first time.

It seems that even these days, the giants have not forgotten to kill each other.

At this moment, those giants were in a hurry, dealing with the sudden attack from the sky.

They waved their hands, two big palm-like hands, waving forcefully in front of them.

Just like repelling mosquitoes, like chasing flies, their movements are always a beat late.

"Scratch! Scratch! Scratch!"

The crows deftly dodged the giant's attack and launched one attack after another. They are on the giant's body, and their faces are constantly attacking.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The giants let out an inexplicable roar, and they pulled up small trees from the ground and smashed at the crows with sticks full of branches and leaves.

The crows are like sharp arrows, like lightning that shuttles in the wind and waves, they launch a desperate attack from every gap of the giant's attack.

They climbed up the giant's face and up the giant's head. They tug at the giant's hair, they bite at the giant's face, and they peck out the giant's eyes.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"

The giants, who lost their sight, turned into mad beasts, waving their trunks indiscriminately, grabbing everything they could vent, everything they could bite.

Their huge slaps waved randomly on their bodies, pinching one crow after another into white powder.

The number of crows is getting smaller and smaller, and they are desperate to attack their enemies.

Like moths to a flame, they launch suicide attacks, they go on and on, they go on and on.

Slowly, the crows turned into white powder under the attack of the giant.

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