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Chapter 694: The Half-Giant and Death Eaters
Chapter 694: The Half-Giant and Death Eaters
Even for giants, their necks are the most vulnerable spot. With Gogmagog in a state of unconsciousness, Kyle's spell effortlessly pierced through it.
Newt, witnessing this, sighed silently.
He had wanted to stop Kyle earlier, as there were so many giants, and losing one would make a difference. Moreover, Gogmagog had shown signs of surrender before passing out, so Newt was about to persuade Kyle to abandon this mission and turn back.
But now, it seemed that his words were in vain.
"This is the safest way," Kyle said, seemingly understanding Newt's thoughts. He shrugged and continued, "Hagrid once mentioned that Gogmagog is inherently violent by nature, and he has a deep connection with the Death Eaters. If we release him now, there's no guarantee that he won't cause more trouble later on."
"And after this incident, the Mysterious Man will likely pay more attention to the giants. It won't be as easy to deal with them in the future."
"I know," Newt replied.
He was well aware that Kyle was right... This was indeed the most prudent approach. His initial intention to stop Kyle was merely a force of habit.
After living a peaceful life for so long and with age catching up, it was natural to become more sentimental and less clear-sighted than the younger generation.
"Go ahead with your plan," Newt patted Kyle on the shoulder.
As the two were talking, the thick fog around them gradually dissipated.
Several giants nearby quickly spotted a round object on the ground...
When they realized what it was, they let out terrified roars... It was Gog's head!
The roars intensified, and the giants who had lost Gog were in disarray.
Especially upon seeing the trail of flames on the ground, they felt a sudden sense of panic, as if sensing an impending deadly threat.
Instinctively, some giants started running back, wanting to return to their familiar territory.
And as the first giant did this, others followed... second, third...
Soon, the giants were all running back.
"Come back... You idiots!"
"If you all attack together, these people are no match for you. Hurry up and come back!"
Two Death Eaters, wearing black hoods, shouted angrily, but their voices didn't even make the giants pause for a moment.
"There are two Death Eaters..." Newt subconsciously stepped in front of Kyle.
"Oh, it's been a while, Mr. Scamander," one of the Death Eaters turned around and spoke in a sticky voice, "So, do you intend to oppose the great Dark Lord?"
"Always," Newt replied calmly.
"You've disrupted the Dark Lord's plans..." The other Death Eater raised his wand, "Someone must pay the price. Whether it's not bringing back the giant or taking the child, the consequences will be the same."
"Our views clearly differ," Newt said, maintaining his composure.
"Do you think you can stop both of us?" The other Death Eater approached, "The great magical zoologist, Newt Scamander... If we kill you, perhaps the Dark Lord will forgive our mistake this time."
Kill Newt? Kyle couldn't help but lean forward, curious to know who these two confident Death Eaters were. He guessed they were probably from the group that had escaped earlier... Being with the Dementors for too long had likely affected their minds.
Although most news about Newt was related to magical creatures, he didn't have particularly impressive achievements. But that didn't mean he was weak.
After all, those magical creatures weren't exactly docile before being captured and placed in boxes.
Any sane wizard wouldn't consider Newt an easy target to be trifled with.
However, Newt himself didn't seem to mind being underestimated. He calmly held his wand, observing the two Death Eaters.
"Mr. Scamander..."
At that moment, another larger figure stepped in front of the two.
Maxim looked at the Death Eaters and said, "I couldn't help last time, so let us handle this."
"Yes, you're right, Maxim," Hagrid quickly joined them, "Leave it to us."
Maxim used a Fog Spell, but Hagrid didn't help at all.
Since he couldn't Apparate, he had to run down from the mountain. By the time he arrived, the fog had already dispersed, and there was no opportunity for him to assist.
"Alright then..." Seeing the two appear, Newt put away his wand. Maxim and Hagrid exchanged a glance and swiftly assigned their opponents, charging forward from opposite sides.
Newt seemed to trust them completely, showing no intention of helping. Instead, he turned to Kyle with a smile and asked, "How does it feel to fight against giants?"
"It's tough," Kyle replied honestly, "The usual spells don't work on them, and even the Basilisk's gaze is ineffective."
"That's right," Newt continued, "Perhaps this will serve as a reminder. The Basilisk's gaze can instantly kill a wizard, but such power isn't always effective. You can't rely on it too much."
"For example, this giant..." Newt glanced at the prone body of Gogmagog.
"But isn't the Basilisk's gaze aimed at the soul?" Kyle asked in confusion.
"No, it's the Killing Curse," Newt shook his head, "The Basilisk's eyes are more like a curse, a weapon artificially added. Do you remember how the Basilisk was born?"
"A seven-year-old rooster laid a magical egg under the Sirius, and a toad incubated it," Kyle replied.
"Exactly," Newt nodded, "This species was created by the despicable Herpo, who gave the Basilisk impenetrable scales, longevity, deadly venom, and a gaze that kills on touch.
"This is completely unlike what a magical creature should be; instead, it's more like a collection of weapons, a living weapon.
"And as long as it's a weapon, it can be countered. The giant's massive body and vigorous vitality greatly weakened the effect of the Killing Curse, so he was only petrified in the end."
"It's like pouring a bottle of ink into the Black Lake," Kyle said after some thought.
"You could say that," Newt nodded, "Not only that, but some creatures are even completely immune to this curse."
"Phoenix..." Kyle clicked his tongue, speaking without thinking.
Every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but envy Dumbledore for being favored by the Phoenix.
"Yes," Newt's eyes also flashed with longing, "The Phoenix is the perfect life, unafraid of curses and evil, and even Fiendfyre can't affect it in the slightest."
In this nearly hundred years, he had encountered countless magical creatures, but the Phoenix, he had only seen from a distance a few times.
Dumbledore is so lucky...
Both of them thought the same thing.
...
After a moment, Newt stopped dwelling on this and went to Gogmagog, putting its head back in place.
If someone here wanted to compete for the position of Gog, they could take Gogmagog's head to the giant tribe, which would at least increase their chances of success by half.
But no one here seemed to need it.
Neither he nor Kyle needed to say it; they weren't giants and couldn't join in on the fun.
As for Hagrid and Maxime, the two half-giants... They might have a slight chance, as the giants valued strength. Even as half-giants, if they could demonstrate absolute power, they could become Gog.
But they might not want to either.
Maxime was the principal of Beauxbatons, one of the three major magical schools in Europe, and this identity was much better than being Gog the giant. She definitely wouldn't go.
And Hagrid, he preferred those magical creatures... But in the giant tribe, the only magical creatures he could see were food, so he obviously wouldn't go.
Newt waved his wand, and Gogmagog's massive body immediately disappeared.
"I'm going to put it in a safer place," he explained, seeing Kyle's puzzled expression, "To prevent it from being found by Death Eaters."
Kyle nodded in understanding.
For Voldemort, even a dead giant wasn't completely useless, so it was better to move it elsewhere.
Speaking of Death Eaters, Kyle curiously looked towards the empty space not far away.
Maxime and Hagrid had been fighting Death Eaters for a while.
Although they were both half-giants, their fighting styles were completely different.
Maxime was more like a true wizard, seamlessly connecting various spells with her wand movements, easily overwhelming the Death Eater opposite her, and the outcome would likely be decided soon.
But Hagrid was different; he was like a miniature version of Gogmagog.
"Come on, you coward!" he roared, running towards the spells while dodging them, "Taste this..."
The Death Eater's mask was directly deformed by the slap, and the whole person was sent flying like a cannonball.
As for Hagrid... His clothes had a few holes torn in them, and the spells bounced off him.
"Avada..."
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The Death Eater lying on the ground struggled to raise his wand.
This time, Hagrid didn't resist head-on but dodged to the side... No way, he would be crazy to take a Killing Curse head-on.
After dodging this Killing Curse, Hagrid quickly ran over and slapped the opponent again with his large hand.
"Bang!"
The Death Eater rolled out, spinning, and Kyle vaguely heard the sound of bones breaking.
But Kyle also recognized the opponent's identity—Rodolphus Lestrange, the escaped Death Eater from the previous wanted poster.
"Get up, you despicable, dirty coward!" Hagrid roared, running towards the opponent again.
Kyle couldn't help but turn away.
Hagrid getting hit was just his bad luck.
The other side was more normal. Maxime shattered the mask with a spell, revealing a young face inside.
Bartemius Crouch Jr., an old acquaintance, it seemed that Voldemort truly valued giants, sending even his most trusted subordinates.
Kyle was ready to assist Maximus, leaving Crouch Jr. behind. Despite his current fatigue and limited assistance, Kyle had other options.
Kyle opened the box, and a shadow darted out, reaching Bartemius Crouch Jr. in the blink of an eye and biting the hand holding his wand.
The Kelpie intended to bite his neck, but Crouch Jr. seemed to sense the danger and dodged, causing the Kelpie to bite his arm instead.
However, this interrupted the Killing Curse that Crouch Jr. was about to complete.
At the same time, Maximus's spell exploded on his chest.
Crouch Jr. screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Damn it," he muttered, his eyes flashing with malice at the nearby Kelpie. With a swift turn, he fled.
Maximus's second Explosion Charm landed on the bitten arm.
His arm was blown off, but at the same time, Crouch Jr. regained his freedom.
Without hesitation, he transformed into a cloud of black mist and vanished from the valley in an instant.
This was a spell commonly used by Death Eaters, likely invented by Voldemort, and it was incredibly fast, making it useful for both escape and pursuit.
It was too late to pursue him now.
"He's ruthless..." Kyle whispered, looking at the severed hand and wand left behind.
Another Death Eater, Rodolphus Lestrange, wasn't as fortunate as Crouch Jr. When he saw Crouch Jr. escape, he also wanted to flee.
However, the prepared crowd didn't give him the chance. Just as he was about to transform into black mist, three spells flew in from different directions, knocking him out.
Hagrid arrived and swung his muscular arms, pummeling Lestrange, who didn't even have time to scream before passing out.
"Is he... dead?" Kyle asked quietly, looking at the motionless Lestrange.
"No, no, I don't think so... I didn't use much force," Hagrid said with some hesitation, but his face soon turned stern. "He's a Death Eater, and he wanted to take the giant to the battlefield. If he's dead, it's his own fault."
"You're right," Maximus approached and said seriously. "If giants join the upcoming war, more wizards will die."
"I didn't say otherwise," Kyle shrugged.
"It's best if he's alive. We need more information about the Mysterious Man, and he seems to know a lot," Newt said, kneeling beside Lestrange to examine his condition.
Although Newt was a magical zoologist, he knew a thing or two about healing magic, as magical creatures could also fall ill.
After a moment, Newt stood up again.
"Forget it. Let's leave it to Dumbledore to find another way to gather intelligence."
Everyone present immediately understood his meaning and silently began to clean up the battlefield, erasing lingering magical traces and extinguishing the flames on the ground.
Hagrid seemed preoccupied, his mind elsewhere.
"Don't overthink it," Kyle patted his arm. "As you said, he's a Death Eater. You don't need to worry..."
"What?" Hagrid turned his head. "No, Kyle, you misunderstood. Don't forget I participated in that war over a decade ago and killed many Death Eaters. It's no big deal."
"Then why were you distracted just now?" Kyle asked, puzzled.
"I was wondering if I could still learn magic now," Hagrid said, glancing at Maximus. "You noticed it too, right? She's so graceful in battle."
As he spoke, Hagrid's eyes nearly turned into hearts.
But soon, he added with a hint of melancholy, "But I can't even Apparate. I'll definitely hold everyone back in the future."
There was no other way; Hagrid had been expelled in his third year, and since he didn't like reading, he only learned some basic magic.
He had relied solely on his half-giant's robust physique.
"Er... I think it's possible," Kyle said, seeing Hagrid's lovesick expression. He wanted to turn and leave, but he endured the sour smell and stayed.
"If you need it, I can lend you my books. They have notes I took in class, which should help you learn magic."
"That's wonderful," Hagrid said, then added, "But what about Apparition? Can I learn it?"
Kyle's lips twitched.
For a half-giant, learning Apparition was extremely challenging. Kyle wasn't surprised that Maximus could do it.
After all, she was the headmistress of Beauxbatons, so her abilities and talents were undoubtedly exceptional.
But Hagrid... Kyle honestly couldn't guarantee he could learn it.
"Give it a try," he said with a smile. "Magic holds all possibilities."
...
(End of Chapter)
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