Chapter 541 Giant Tribe

seven in the morning.

The sky outside has brightened, and the morning mist squeezes in through the cracks in the window, bringing a slight chill. The small village at the foot of the mountain is located in a remote location. First, I hear the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the woods along the gentle slope, as if someone is talking in a low voice, intoxicated in a beautiful dream. It seemed as if the person had not heard anything, sleeping extremely sweetly; then a few distant sounds of chickens and dogs barking reached the ears, and the two people, sleeping in messy but inexplicably harmonious postures, smacked their lips and breathed evenly; the last thing they heard was the clear and clear chirping of birds and insects. When it reaches your ears, you can even hear the bird turning a few tunes, and the eyelashes of a person who has had a good night's sleep tremble slightly.

Hermione opened her eyes, but her body was sealed by the weight of her hands and feet, unable to move. She could only continue to huddle in the bed and wait silently. She couldn't fall asleep, and it was not easy to pull out the map and look at it again. She turned her head slightly and looked at Loren sleeping on the pillow beside An Tian, ​​and she didn't feel bored.

There was an indescribable smell of his body in her nose. It was not some kind of bright fragrance, nor was it the usual orange peel scent. It was a scent that belonged exclusively to Loren, which made Hermione feel some kind of solid stability.

Loren is always better-behaved when she is asleep than when she is awake, and her face is much prettier, if you ignore the hand on her belly and the leg on her leg.

The wind in the cracks in the window sped up slightly, whispering——

Loren's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, as if he was unhappy.

The neighbor's adult seemed to have gone out, and the energetic puppy barked excitedly and powerfully——

Loren's eyebrows knitted together and he took an impatient breath.

A bird landed on the window edge, seeming to have found a small insect with nowhere to escape, and made a clear cry——

Loren finally couldn't bear it anymore and shrank into the quilt as if to escape, trying to plug his ears with cotton.

"Get up when you wake up. After breakfast we will go up the mountain."

"Kiss me and I'll get up." Loren hummed, the hand on her belly moved up, hugged her neck, buried it in the crook of her neck and sucked.

Hermione stiffened for a moment, pursed her lips and pretended to be calm: "Kiss after you brush your teeth."

"!"

Five minutes later, Loren put down his toothbrush at an unprecedented speed, rinsed his mouth with cold water that froze his teeth, spit out his mouth full of foam, and waited expectantly.

Like a baby bird waiting to be fed in a bird's nest.

Hermione brushed her teeth silently. It was orange sea salt flavored toothpaste that Loren had squeezed for her. It was sweet and slightly salty, with rich and dense bubbles. It was said to prevent tooth decay.

I don’t know if I can reduce the size of my front teeth.

"Well……"

The soft worm was finally sucked into his mouth, and he even bit it lightly. His lips were slightly bloodshot from the sucking, and were bright red, not painful, but tingling, and his mouth was filled with the taste of orange and sea salt.

Satisfied, I went downstairs. There was a strong flame in the fireplace and the firewood was crackling. The breakfast was rich wheat-flavored bread paired with rich wheat-flavored wheat juice. The kind with bubbles also had a unique flavor.

The morning mist was as thick as milk, and the door of the tavern was only half-open. The misty mist flowed in, and it seemed like tiny particles could be seen, and the firelight was scattered and hazy.

"Alice, I have to trouble you to look after the store for me today. I want to send the two of them up the mountain." Old Dodd used the last bit of wheat juice to smooth down the bread in his mouth and exhaled happily.

"It's nothing to look at the store. There's no business anyway." Alice squatted in front of the fireplace to light the fire with bread in her mouth. Only half of her face faced the three of them. It was reflected red by the flames and her expression could not be seen. "But you guys Do you really want to set off right away? Otherwise, wait until the sun comes out before going up the mountain. The fog is too thick. If your foot slips and misses the mark, you will be injured accidentally..."

"This bit of fog is nothing to a wizard. Once you leave the village, the fog will almost dissipate."

"Oh, okay..." Alice lowered her head to add fuel to the fire and said no more.

Old Dodd turned to look at the young couple on their graduation trip: "When I was steaming bread this morning, it suddenly occurred to me that Ben Nevis is a vast mountain. If you are not lucky, it might take you a long time to find it. In one week, I will prepare some things for you that you will need on the mountain..."

"Thank you, Mr. Dodd."

"..."

There was a rustling sound, and Alice squatted in front of the fireplace with an upright posture, as if adding fuel to the fire was a solemn and solemn job that could not be distracted. However, while they were concentrating on cleaning up, the Muggle girl turned around quickly. Head peeking secretly. He quickly turned back and continued to stare at the flames.

She was so curious that the old liar had prepared several large bags of things. How could two people carry them with bare hands...

The steaming bread from the oven was thrown into the pendant one by one, and the tender vegetable leaves were still stained with morning dew. The fresh water in the wine barrel was not precious, but it took up a lot of space. But the magical pendant made these things seem to have no volume or weight. She even doubted that the pendant could fit the entire tavern inside.

The three of them concentrated on packing their things and did not notice the surprised looks behind them.

Alice held her breath, wanting to see how much the pendant could hold.

Seeing Loren counting the food and water as gold galleons and handing them over, Old Dodd didn't refuse. He took a bag of coins and threw it on the counter. He didn't count the number, and didn't care whether it was a loss or a gain. He clapped his hands and looked outside. Sky: "Let's go."

Alice quickly turned her head to focus on the fire in the fireplace, and heard the young wizard turn back to say goodbye. His clear voice penetrated the morning fog and said to the Muggle girl:

"Alice, believe me, your college life will be more exciting than magic school."

Alice was stunned when she heard this, with a faint smile blooming at the corner of her mouth.

It looks like gorgeous summer mountain flowers blooming in the thick fog.

"You are a wizard, of course you say so..."

"Ordinary people are not like you. They can graduate and travel around when they are 17 or 18 years old. I had just started college at that time..."

"It's all my fault, old Dodd, the old liar. He lied to me for so long and still wants to run away. It's too much..."

Alice muttered and complained. She didn't know how long it had passed, but no new firewood was added to the fireplace. The flame gradually weakened and the firelight gradually dimmed, until the charcoal inside was burned to ashes, and there was no more combustible matter, but there was always something in the furnace. A flame burns quietly, calming and lasting.

Alice picked up the iron pliers and poked at it casually a few times. She gradually opened her eyes after seeing clearly the situation inside the fireplace.

…

The sun climbed over the mountains, got rid of the cover, and shed its warm light.

The chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves echoed in the air. The milky white mist particles dispersed. Some were carried by the mountain wind towards the top of the mountain. Some of them melted into the moist and soft soil. Some of them gathered on the green grass blades and condensed into The crystal clear morning dew.

The mountain fog gradually became thinner, and the vague and ethereal things in the distance gradually became clear. Three figures walked steadily out of the mountain fog.

Old Dodd, the leader, stopped under a tall and straight ash tree and pointed to the place on the mountainside still shrouded in fog: "Go in that direction and wait until you see the flattened land or the wide cave entrance. We have arrived at the settlement of giants... If you encounter any big trouble that cannot be solved, or are besieged by giants and cannot escape, just set off a big firework in the sky and give me a signal..."

"Although I have said it many times, I still want to say, thank you, Mr. Dodd." Hermione said sincerely.

"You're welcome. You paid for the room, and the things cost gold galleons, not to mention that Loren gave such an expensive gift." Old Dodd waved his hand, "Okay, let's talk here. Goodbye and good luck."

"Goodbye, Mr. Dodd." Watching the old man go away and disappear at the end of the winding mountain road, Hermione turned her head and looked at Loren in confusion, "A gift, what gift?"

"Gublai Fairy Fire Youth Edition."

"?" Hermione tilted her head and twirled her hair, confused.

"The Gubler Fairy Fire I made based on Dumbledore can't burn forever, but it can still burn for hundreds of years."

Hermione's eyes gradually brightened: "How do you do it? How do you build a stable magic circulation model inside the flame?"

Loren snorted softly, raised his chin and looked at her sideways: "Now you remember to ask me? Why didn't you ask when I took the initiative to discuss it with you last night?"

"Okay, okay, it's my fault." Hermione suppressed her smile, "Please forgive me, Professor Morgan, and tell me some of the knowledge here."

"You only get one chance and you missed it."

"..."

Talking about the fuss, it was as if his heavy body had become lighter, although Hermione insisted that this was the effect of the Levitation Charm.

The view at the foot of the mountain is quite wide. As we climb up the mountain, the fog not only does not disperse, but becomes thicker and thicker. Looking back, we can no longer see the rough shadow of the village. Only the endless gray and white fill the field of vision, with different shades of color. The rocks are looming, and occasionally the cold mountain wind blows, and the mist flows lightly. The strangely shaped rocks are like ferocious monsters waving their claws, ready to bite out of the invisible path at any time and devour people.

Not only were Loren and Hermione not afraid, but they were slightly happy. The unusually dense fog not only caused the terrain but also revealed traces of magic.

The further we walked toward the foggy mountain col, the more obvious the traces of the Muggle Expelling Curse became.

If an ordinary person without magic breaks into this place, he will probably be confused and lost. A smart person will judge the direction of going out by the shape of the annual rings of the trees, the skew marks of the grass blades and the connection of the shadows. People who are not smart enough or don't know how to go out will judge the direction. People who judge direction will have an inexplicable sense of direction after going around in circles, and they will decide on a direction they think is correct, but no matter how they go, they will return to the original path into the fog.

Only a very small number of unlucky ones will find a few weak points in a large-scale Muggle banishing spell and send themselves to the giant...

Loren thought that after entering the mountain col and walking a little further inside, they would be able to see the cave where the giants lived, but the distance was farther than they imagined.

With the help of the floating spell, they climbed quickly and gradually entered the silent mountain world. The isolated high mountain peaks seemed to be rarely visited by birds. There was no road ahead, and they were almost floating on the grass blades. As I walked, I could hardly hear any insects or birds except for the occasional sound from stepping on dead leaves and broken branches.

The two of them slowly stopped talking, holding hands and walking towards the unclear road ahead.

Hermione would occasionally wonder if they were going the wrong way. She had to let Loren take a look at the magic floating around and confirm the direction repeatedly before moving forward.

I ate a few pies and bread on the way, and then continued to climb up after taking a rest. After walking for who knows how long, I looked up and saw that I had reached the snow-covered area, which was completely white.

"Do you want to keep going?" Hermione exhaled a white breath, took out a thick winter coat from the pendant, handed one to Loren, and put the other on herself.

"Probably no need."

Loren turned his head to look at a patch of grass on the left. There was a strange path on the grass. It was more like overlapping footsteps than a path. Those footsteps were too big and too heavy, so they trampled out a flat path.

Loren and Hermione looked at each other, and the wands touched each other. The cool waves spread all over their bodies. Their figures gradually became transparent and disappeared on the spot.

A series of rustling sounds came from the deserted mountain, and the rustling sound gradually faded away along with the huge footsteps.

The giant's footsteps compacted and flattened the soft soil. The last section of the road became easier. After crossing a ridge, a wide and flat depression appeared in front of the two people, surrounded by mountains on all sides, and there was a deep lake not far away.

The depression was flat all around, and you could see the wide cave entrance every few distances, as if someone had carved it out. Seventy or eighty giants were below, generally about twenty feet tall, and the largest one might be twenty-five feet tall (nearly 8 meters). When walking, it was like the mountains were moving, and the huge soles of their feet stepped on the ground, shaking slightly.

Loren and Hermione stopped in tacit agreement and took a deep breath.

A barbecue feast was going on in the depression. A pile of bloody and dirty intestines were thrown aside. A dozen wild boars were simply and roughly processed. After the intestines were cut open and the organs were taken out, they were skewered. The small bonfires could only barely roast the wild boars that had not been cut up.

The flames swayed, and the huge shadows covered the hills.

In the center of the canyon, the most vigorous bonfire was occupied by a burly and hideous giant with black hair, big black teeth, and a necklace made of bones. He looked hideous and gloomy.

He kept adding undried firewood to the bonfire, but the flames did not increase but decreased. Instead, the thick smoke made him unable to open his eyes.

The giant roared angrily: "McNeill! McNeill!"

Loren and Hermione then discovered that there was a tall and well-proportioned human wizard at the feet of the giant. Hermione took a deep breath: "McNeill? Walton McNeill, the Death Eater present that night? The guy from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Animals?"

Loren squinted his eyes and carefully identified for a few seconds: "Yes, it's him."

"The Death Eaters have also found this place. Hagrid won't be in danger!" Hermione saw the skull necklace hanging on the giant's neck from a distance and couldn't help but worry.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore said that Hagrid just encountered some trouble on the way back." Loren shook his head and said thoughtfully, "When it gets dark, we will go down and have a look. There should be clues..."