Chapter 825 The Finale of the Giant

Since Fanlin brought a lingering shadow to the Giant Tribe, the Giant Tribe also responded quickly. By the next day, the Giant Tribe's position had moved at least one hilltop.

In the words of Luke the Giant, those giants refused to go near water.

However, this is just a matter of time. If no new lake is found, these giants will return to this land within a month.

According to the map, it seems that this is the only water source in the area that can meet the needs of the giants.

But this is not within the scope of the wizard's consideration. As long as the giant agrees to cooperate, everything will become very pleasant.

Gu Ge agreed to almost all of Fan Lin's requests, not to participate in the war, and then restrained his giants. Everything seemed to have become very friendly.

"So, because of the strong intimidation you have shown, Gu Ge is going to give his daughter to you?" Noticing Fanlin's embarrassed expression, Sirius waved his hand, "Hey, listen, I think Hermione will Agreed, just imagine, with a giant as your slave, she can help you do a lot of things, but you are still young..."

"I would rather stay this young, Sirius. Don't think that I don't know what your plans are. After you found that you couldn't beat me, you started to use various methods to disgust me."

"How can this be called disgusting?" Sirius said strangely.

Fan Lin couldn't help but flashed the appearance of Gu Ge's daughter, which was a green-skinned giantess, twenty-one feet tall, well... Fan Lin didn't want to think about it at all. Now it seems, how cute is Dobby?

He could do housework, know magic, run errands, and most importantly, Dobby was much more pleasing to the eye than the giantess.

His daughter has not inherited Gu Ge's brain at all, and is just like those giants outside, looking as if she is demented.

Fan Lin couldn't wait to hit this damn female giant's brain with a magic wand.

It's hard to imagine how this giantess expressed her respect and admiration.

Wait, love?

Fanlin will go crazy just thinking about this problem.

"Sirius, if you dare to talk too much when you go back, I guarantee that you will not have a good life."

"Won't you have a good life?" Sirius. "I'm sorry, I can't understand something. Do you think Hermione can understand the meaning of your words?"

"Oh, of course, she will think you are talking nonsense." Fan Lin said, "Besides, I don't think I will let you go so easily."

"Can you two stop quarreling every day?" Hagrid said speechlessly, "Sirius, you should give way to Fan Lin, he is still..."

"Child?" Sirius said, "A child who killed a giant instantly, right?" Sirius arched Fan Lin's shoulders, which made Fan Lin a little...

"We want to solve the giant problem, not listen to your chatter here, Sirius." Fan Lin said loudly, "You should understand the priorities of things."

"Or do you think those giants can refuse?" Sirius asked, "Also, those Death Eaters were blocked by us, but it was really unexpected, that old man Walton McNeil The guy came over too. But it’s quite normal when you think about it. He was the executioner of the Board for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. He had been dealing with magical creatures, and I remember that he was Buckbeak’s executioner at the time.”

"Don't mention that guy. He is a cold-blooded executioner. He also has his family. This is very reasonable. If he is not on Voldemort's side, there will be no real problem."

"By the way, I still don't know if you don't tell me." Fan Lin said, "What on earth is going on?"

"Trance made an appointment to meet with the Death Eaters, just three days after you killed Terrance. But since Terrance died, it was naturally impossible to meet him at the agreed place, so they contacted the Giant Tribe. Inside, Hagrid happened to be accompanying his mother at the time, and that guy McNeil came from the forest on Hagrid's mother's side, which is exactly opposite to our direction," Sirius said.

"Then what?"

"Hagrid recognized him. Unfortunately, Hagrid's magical power is not very strong, and you were unable to act at the time. Madame Maxime and I were in Gugo."

Fan Lin nodded. He was indeed unable to move for a long time after the duel. His body was too weak and he had to be raised in a village near the giant tribe for at least half a month.

"So, Voldemort knows about this?"

"I definitely know." Sirius said, "I really don't know how he will react. You know, last time, I led a group of people to destroy countless of his plans."

"I don't think you played a key role, Sirius." Fan Lin shot back, "Moreover, you hit me, the hero, from behind."

"How can you call me a blow? I am seeking welfare for you."

"Oh, very good, then you can accept Gu Ge's daughter at today's dinner. Anyway, you don't have a spouse now..."

Let's talk about Harry. Harry's life doesn't seem to have changed much.

Harry found that as the holidays came to an end, he missed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry more and more.

He could hardly wait to see Hagrid again, to play Quidditch, or even to go to Professor Sputrow's greenhouse and hang out in the little vegetable patch.

It was a treat to leave this dingy, musty house where half the cupboards were still locked and Kreacher jumped out of the shadows and sputtered breathless curses every time you passed. Harry was careful not to say anything, lest it reach Sirius... or rather, Mrs. Weasley, who was now in charge of the house.

In fact, living at the headquarters of the anti-Voldemort movement was not as fun or exciting as Harry had expected before arriving.

Although a large number of members of the Phoenix Order came and went regularly, sometimes staying for meals and other times just talking in hushed tones for a few minutes, Mrs. Weasley was sure that Harry and the others were well kept out (whether using It seems that no one, not even the other Order members, thought Harry should know more than he did the night he arrived.

A few days later during the holiday, Harry was thoroughly clearing the wardrobe of owl droppings left by Hedwig when Ron entered the bedroom with an envelope.

"The textbook list has arrived," Harry was standing on a chair and Ron threw a letter to him and said, "It's about time. I thought they had forgotten it. Normally the textbook list would come earlier than this time. Send more.”

Harry put the last piece of shit into a garbage bag and threw the bag over Ron's head into a wastebasket in the corner. The wastebasket swallowed the bag and burped loudly.

Harry then opened the letter.

The letter contained two pieces of parchment: one was a general reminder that the new semester would start on September, and the other informed him of what books he would need in the coming school year.

"There are only two new books," Harry said, reading the list, "Miranda Gorshak's Standard Spells Level 5, and Wilbert Slinkhard's Theory of Defensive Magic."

With a crash, Fred and George appeared out of thin air on Harry's right side. Harry was so used to this kind of behavior from them that he didn't even fall out of his chair.

"We were just wondering who ordered Slinkhard's book," Fred said.

"Because it means Dumbledore has a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," said George.

"And it's about time," said Fred.

"What do you mean?" Harry said, jumping down from the two of them.

"Well, a few weeks ago we eavesdropped on a conversation between Mum and Dad," Fred told Harry, "and from their conversation we learned that Dumbledore was looking for someone to take over the door this year. Got into real trouble during class.”

"There's nothing surprising. Look at what happened to the first four teachers." George said. "One was dismissed, one died, one lost his memory, and the other was locked in a box for nine months..."

Harry counted on his fingers and said, "Yes, I understand what you mean."

"What do you think, Ron?" Fred asked. (To be continued)