Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

From time to time, a tremor could be heard in the forbidden forest.

John and Hagrid walked side by side on the snow-covered path through the cedar branches.

"You found out last year that I am a half-giant."

"My father was a wizard, and my mother was a giant."

"We don't know their story because my mother abandoned me and left with my father when I was very young."

On the way, Hagrid had to explain some secrets about himself or his background to John.

"Thanks to Dumbledore's request, I finally had the opportunity to visit the giants where my mother lived."

"Besides completing the tasks assigned by Dumbledore, I also made a point of inquiring about my mother while I was there."

"But unfortunately... she passed away many years ago."

When Hagrid said this, there was little sorrow or turmoil; he spoke calmly, as if he were telling someone else's story.

This wasn't because he was cold and indifferent, but because he genuinely had no feelings for his mother and didn't even know where to begin to grieve.

"However, I unexpectedly learned that after my mother returned to the giant tribe, she had another child with another giant."

"That is, the half-brother I just mentioned, my half-brother."

"His name is Grop, and he's... well, about fifteen or sixteen years old? Let's not take the giant's age too seriously."

Hagrid's face lit up with a smile when Grop was mentioned.

Having lived for decades, I never imagined I would become an older brother one day.

"Then why did you bring him back?"

"According to this, he must be a pure-blooded giant, so staying with the giant tribe would be more suitable for him, right?"

John, who was standing nearby, asked curiously.

"Well... I didn't initially intend to bring him back."

Hagrid did not deny John's words and continued to explain.

"But until I saw him with my own eyes."

"Glopp, for some reason, was too short compared to other giants, only sixteen feet tall."

That is, about 5 meters.

Normal giants are 24 feet or taller, which is 7 or 8 meters tall.

It's almost a floor shorter.

"Then his mind was not fully developed, and his father completely ignored him."

"This led to him being disliked by the giants and often being bullied."

"So after the Giants' tribe fell into internal strife and eventually sided with the Death Eaters, I tried my best to bring him back."

"Then we secretly settled him in the Forbidden Forest."

After hearing Hagrid's explanation, John finally understood why Hagrid had been acting strangely lately.

Why didn't you take him to the Forbidden Forest anymore? And why do new wounds keep appearing on his body?

It turns out they secretly brought back a giant.

"Then why didn't you tell the principal? I don't think he would refuse to let you raise a giant in the Forbidden Forest."

John continued to ask.

"As I just said, his mind is not quite fully developed... and having grown up in a savage tribe of giants, his behavior is still unstable and aggressive."

"Dumbledore has enough on his mind lately, and I don't want him to be distracted by something as trivial as this."

"So I want to first train him to be a civilized person who can communicate normally before I tell Dumbledore."

Hagrid scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly and explained.

John nodded, but couldn't help but laugh.

"But Uncle Hagrid, do you think you can fool the headmaster?"

"Well......"

Hagrid fell silent again after hearing this.

Judging from how he keeps running into the Forbidden Forest every few days and then comes back covered in injuries.

Let alone Dumbledore, anyone who knows Hagrid even slightly would notice something amiss.

The group chatted idly as they ventured deeper into the forbidden forest.

boom! !

Suddenly, another dull thud came from ahead, shaking the snow off the treetops.

John and Hagrid exchanged a glance and quickly sped up, running forward.

After crossing a giant tree root, John finally saw Hagrid's brother, the giant Grop.

At this moment, Grop's body was bound with a huge, thick hemp rope, the other end of which was tied to a huge spruce tree.

Groop, meanwhile, was holding a rock and smashing it against the tree trunk, muttering "Glop! Groop!"

They don't seem like people you can communicate with at all.

"Hey! Gropp! I've come to see you!"

Hagrid waved at Grop and shouted.

Upon hearing Hagrid's voice, Gropp immediately stopped what he was doing, slowly turned around, and looked at Hagrid.

And there's John, who's with Hagrid.

He blinked, his nostrils flaring like a newly started steam boiler, making a hissing sound.

He was wearing a tattered blanket and was filthy, looking like a wild man.

"Hagrid..."

Grop tilted his head and mumbled Hagrid's name.

"eat..."

Then came another word that startled John.

"No, no, no! Gropp! He's not edible!"

Hagrid waved his hands and shouted.

Because when I came to see Grop, I never brought anyone else with me, only things like cattle and sheep for him to eat.

He's probably thinking of John as his meal right now.

"This is a friend! A friend! I taught you that!"

"Friend...it's delicious..."

"No, no, no! My friend doesn't taste good! Pshaw, no, you can't eat her!"

Hearing Grop's outrageous statement, Hagrid shouted anxiously.

Clearly, Gropp had only been brought back by Hagrid not long ago, and the effects of Gropp's education were not yet apparent.

John curiously moved closer, and when Gloucester saw him approach, he reached out to grab him.

John had a sudden inspiration. He raised his hand and flicked it upwards, and a giant hand of earth rose up from the ground beside him, firmly supporting Gropp's outstretched hand.

Grop froze, his eyes slowly moving as he looked down at the giant hand of earth, then up at John.

He instinctively withdrew his hand and took a step back.

For some reason, this thing gave him a familiar sense of dread.

Just like the overwhelming sense of power he felt when he was bullied by other giants as a child, he instinctively tensed his muscles, and a low whimper rolled out of his throat.

John was taken aback by this reaction; he hadn't meant to scare Gropp.

But this is good, at least it proves that Gropp's perception is far more acute than it appears.

John once again manipulated the giant hand of earth, waving it gently as if to greet him, trying to show his goodwill as much as possible.

Then he pulled out a bag of candy from somewhere and poured it all into the palm of the big mud hand.

Then, controlling the giant hand, it slowly rose up and came to Grop's eyes.

"This is delicious! It's for you!"

John shouted at Gloucester.

Grop stared at the pile of colorful candies, his nostrils flaring as a sweet aroma filled his nostrils, instantly overpowering his fear of the large, muddy hand.

"eat."

He reached out and grabbed the pile of candy. The candy, which could easily choke someone, was like granulated sugar in his hand. He casually squeezed out a dozen or so pieces and threw them all into his mouth.

The sweetness exploded on his tongue, his eyes widened suddenly, and a series of muffled gurgling sounds rolled out of his throat. He looked very happy.

Seeing this, Hagrid's tense expression finally relaxed.