Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 445, Page 439: I Made the Giant Cry

"She will definitely lose her temper!"

Unfortunately, by the time Hagrid shouted those words, Gropp had already been woken up by Dudley. Being woken up from a deep sleep is never a pleasant thing, so the first thing Gropp did upon waking up was to give the little guy who had woken him a good scolding.

Indeed, he was tiny. Hagrid, who was three meters tall, looked like a dwarf next to Gropp, not to mention Dudley, who was even shorter than Hagrid.

A fist, at least the size of an eight-immortal table, slammed towards Dali.

"No, Gropp, no!"

Hagrid shouted, trying to stop his brother from using violence, but Gloucester was still angry with him and didn't want to listen to him at all.

If an ordinary person were hit by this punch, they would probably be nothing but a pile of minced meat.

Even Harry and Neville, who have trained with Dudley for so long, would be seriously injured if they were punched like that. They are wizards, and their natural talents are not in physical fitness.

However, the one who got hammered was Dali.

This is a Gandalf-style (crossed out) Fairy Tail-style (emphasis added) wizard.

Faced with the enormous fist coming straight at him, Dudley simply clenched his fist, his muscles bulging rapidly, revealing an explosive power of pure muscle aesthetics, and then met it head-on.

At this moment, sparks and lightning flashed all over Dudley's body, and golden sparks occasionally spilled out from various parts of his body.

The power of ripple qigong.

He intended to catch Gropp's fist with his arm.

'Dong'

The dull thud echoed through the Forbidden Forest, as if Grop's fist had struck not Dudley's body, but a steel plate—no, something even harder than steel, a piece of vibranium.

"His strength is slightly inferior, even a bit weaker than Hagrid's."

Dudley, who had taken a punch from Gropp, chuckled, showing no signs of injury, and even had the leisure to offer a brief commentary.

By the way, I don't know if it's because hybrids are inherently powerful, but Hagrid, this hybrid giant, may be considered a dwarf among giants due to his size (over 3 meters), but his strength is among the best of the giants.

After all, even giants are unlikely to keep extremely dangerous magical creatures like Cerberus, fire dragons, or sphinxes.

Moreover, he forcibly brought Gropp along this time; how could he possibly carry him if he wasn't strong enough? Gropp threw a tantrum and hit Hagrid several times along the way, but unfortunately, it didn't have any effect.

"I'd forgotten, he hit Dudley," Hagrid muttered to himself, then turned and shouted at Dudley, "Dudley, go easy on him for my brother's sake!"

Grop, who had punched Dudley, felt pain and reflexively tried to pull his fist back, but Dudley grabbed it.

Grop hadn't expected that Daryl, this little guy, would be so powerful. Not only did Daryl withstand his punch, but he also grabbed his arm, and for a moment, Daryl couldn't pull it back.

At that moment, Dali, who was holding Grop's arm, suddenly exerted force and swung him forward.

A perfectly executed over-the-shoulder throw.

A loud, muffled boom echoed through the forbidden forest.

The earth was trembling slightly.

Gropp was thrown around and felt completely disoriented. His brain, which was already dizzy from not being fully awake, became even more fuzzy.

Grop sat on the ground, pouting. He felt wronged. Not only had he been taken to a strange place by his nominal brother, but he had also been woken up halfway through his sleep. He was already unhappy about being woken up and was about to vent his anger when he was beaten up again.

I felt so wronged.

Based on the struggle we just went through, I know I can't beat my opponent.

With a loud "Wah!", Gropp, who was sitting on the ground, burst into tears. Large tears the size of ostrich eggs slid down his chin, and his deafening cries echoed through the Forbidden Forest, waking many sleeping creatures.

Most of the creatures that are qualified to enter a deep sleep at night are powerful magical beings (the weak ones can only enter a light sleep and will run away at the slightest disturbance). They are very unhappy to be woken up, but when they find that it is Hagrid's brother Grop crying, they collectively choose to ignore it.

"Oh, my poor Grop, I told you he was harmless."

Hagrid seemed to be affected by Grop's crying and began to sob softly along with him: "Look, he's crying too."

"Is it possible that Dudley was the one who got beaten up, and if it were them, the one sitting on the ground crying would be someone else?"

Either desperately cast healing spells, or sit on the ground and beg them not to die.

Gropp's cries were like thunder, making everyone's ears ring.

"Okay, okay, as long as you don't cry, I'll give you this."

As he spoke, Dudley pulled a familiar little bag from his pocket, gently opened it a crack, and a peculiar fragrance wafted out, causing Gropp, who was still crying, to immediately stop.

Their eyes remained fixed on the small bag, never leaving it for a moment.

Fantastic Creatures Food

Even the noblest phoenix cannot resist its fatal attraction.

Why aren't giants considered magical creatures?

Centaurs, vampires, banshees, and fishmen can be considered magical creatures, and even wizards can strictly be categorized as magical creatures.

Dudley just hasn't developed a food source that can attract wizards yet.

"for you!"

Dudley tossed the bag in his hand, which was caught by Gropp. Before he could even wipe the tears from his eyes, he was eager to empty the contents of the bag.

There was only one black granule in the bag, about the size of a golf ball. However, this size is about the same as a sesame seed to a giant. Pouring a single sesame seed out of the bag is a skill in itself.

But Gropp actually poured it out.

He happily put the food into his mouth.

Melts in your mouth!

Grop narrowed his eyes, looking quite pleased with himself.

This is the same expression on the faces of all the magical creatures that Dudley fed to them.

"Dudley, I think it's best not to give it to him," Hagrid said, looking conflicted. "I don't think it's a good idea."

To be fair, it's nice to see that Gropp likes him, but given Gropp's size, he could never be full without eating hundreds of pounds of food in one meal, and the things Dudley brings out are definitely not cheap.

If Gropp were to like eating it, where would I get so much stuff?

Actually, not to mention Grop, even Hagrid himself was tempted to taste the aroma from the bag.

"belch"

Gropp let out a long, loud burp, and his belly swelled up at an incredible speed, as if he had just eaten hundreds of pounds of food in one go.

He lay on the ground and patted his belly contentedly.

I'm full!

(End of this chapter)