I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 341 Giant Tribe

"This is not a plant."

Mrs. Maxim began to explain, looking up as well. The towering vines blocked out the sun, and they were both shrouded in shadow.

"This is a kind of alchemical creation called a magic bean. Given enough water, they can grow to several thousand meters tall. Ancient wizards hoped to use these to explore the moon."

"???" Owen turned around in surprise. "Explore the moon?"

"Yes, but unfortunately they underestimated the distance to the moon from here; it's far beyond what a magic bean could reach."

"Alright!" Owen looked up. Although he found the arrogance of the ancient wizards amusing, he also felt a strange sense of admiration. Yes, it was said to be a dark age, but the dark age also gave birth to countless 'daring' ideas.

The wizards of that time sought to reach the moon.

What about wizards nowadays?

Within the small territory of Britain, countless wizards were bewildered and confused. On this tiny planet, wizards have been developing for thousands of years but have yet to venture beyond!

Look—even in the Dark Ages of the Middle Ages, wizards were already trying to explore the moon.

Centuries later, not only have wizards left the solar system, but they no longer even have the idea of ​​landing on the moon.

It must be said that the heroic spirit of ancient wizards far surpasses that of modern wizards.

He felt ashamed of modern wizards who called themselves the successors of ancient sorcerers.

"So, the giants are in the sky?"

"That's right," Sirius affirmed.

Then he frowned. "Apparition doesn't seem to work here. The Italian Ministry of Magic has set up an anti-Apparition charm here. How are we going to get up?"

He looked up and asked, "Want to climb the vines?"

"Stop joking, okay?" Owen glanced at him. "People will die."

"Really." He looked at the dog godfather with disdain.

"Don't you prepare any travel guides before you go out?"

He grumbled as he took off his backpack, unzipped it, and reached inside.

After groping around for a while, he felt something scratching his hand.

Then he grabbed the killer's head and pulled it out.

"You dare bite me? You've got some nerve, haven't you? You've got some nerve!" Owen grabbed Sirocco's forelegs and shook its head.

For the past few days, he has kept these two mischievous little creatures in his backpack.

There's no way around it—this isn't Hogwarts, it's a foreign land. What if they get lost if they run away?

What should I do if I get kidnapped?

The Zouwu's Apparition ability is not insurmountable; it can be suppressed using a magic limiter made with runes.

His backpack has this function.

However, this time the main character is not Sirocco.

Rather, it was its lackey, Bakal.

Compared to its older sister, this white-eyed one is much more obedient.

It ended up in Owen's hands after he had tortured Sirocco.

Then suddenly a ball of fire burst into flames, and Irving immediately tossed it into the air.

The next second, the palm-sized fire dragon swelled up and transformed into a behemoth with a wingspan of forty or fifty feet.

It flapped its wings, stirring up a gust of wind.

Amid Hagrid's screams.

It landed smoothly on the small island.

"Watch me!" Owen raised his head and took the lead, mounting the dragon's back.

Others, whether in shock, curiosity, or excitement, boarded the dragon's back.

Hagrid and Lady Maxim were large, but to Bakal, this hybrid dragon, they were nothing. It could lift stones several times its own weight and toss them around in the Forbidden Forest.

The weight of several people was practically nothing to it.

"roar!"

The dragon roared.

It was as if reminding them to hold on tight to the dragon's spine, ready to depart.

Then it flapped its wings, raising a cloud of dust.

Successfully launched.

Riding on the back of the silver dragon, the group immediately set off towards the high heavens.

"Roar! Roar!"

The wind howled as it rushed into his chest, but Irving felt comfortable.

He grabbed Bakal's protruding back bones and yelled wildly.

This is much more enjoyable than riding a hippogriff.

His gaze gradually rose, and after a few minutes, Owen was able to get a full view of the long staircase leading to the moon before him.

Holy crap!

As they ascended, they reached an altitude of approximately one thousand meters.

Mount Etna was originally over 3,000 meters above sea level.

Then go up another kilometer.

At this moment, they were at an altitude of 4,000 meters, where the temperature had dropped to around ten degrees Celsius and the air was thin.

However, everyone who was prepared was wearing long robes, so they were not bothered by the cold. As for breathing, although it was a little difficult, it was still within tolerable limits.

Irving squinted, raising his hand to shield his eyes from the cold wind.

Look straight ahead with your fingertips.

The area is shrouded in mist and has a dazzling light.

It resembles the location of a celestial palace in mythology.

Hidden above the clouds lies the place of humanity's ultimate fantasy, and before long, he actually saw land within the clouds!

Yes—a vast landmass.

He saw high mountains, rivers, and even a simple city.

"No way! They really moved an entire continent into the sky?" Owen gazed at the magnificent land and exclaimed in admiration.

The other three also showed similar expressions.

They had only heard about it and gathered information, so when they actually saw this desolate land in the sky, they were inevitably shocked.

"It is indeed surprising," Sirius murmured.

The vines that grew from the magic bean became thicker and thicker as they went higher. When they reached a height of a thousand meters, they looked like an upside-down umbrella, with the vines winding around the floating continent and supporting it.

But Irving was certain that it was not entirely due to the vines; at most, they provided support. The real reason this continent was levitating must have been through something else entirely.

"roar!"

Bakal roared, then with a powerful flap of his wings, the dragon broke free of the clouds and landed on the island.

Then it slowly landed.

It waits for others to leave it.

"Wow! Sky City, how magnificent!" Owen, like a happy rabbit, ran joyfully across the plain, brushing against the lush grass.

And Bakal—which then transformed into 'Sanchez's Dragon Crown'—landed on Owen's head, closing his eyes as if to sleep.

A rumbling sound rose and fell in the distance. Owen had just seen a ruined city from the sky, which must be the gathering place of the giants.

"Wait, Irving!" Sirius Black chased after him.

Everything around seemed to be under a spell of expansion.

A blade of grass was several feet tall, and a tree was more than ten feet tall; they seemed like tiny people who had come to a land of giants.

It's possible that the natural organisms here have also been magnified.

For example, rats the size of a human, flies with heads the size of a human, and mosquitoes with mouthparts several feet long.

In short, this is a dangerous and wild wilderness, and one should be careful in everything.

Sirius Black is holding onto Kyrie Irving.

After leading him for another ten minutes or so, we stopped when we got closer and closer to the dilapidated city wall in front of us.

Through the cracks in the collapsed structure, they saw two young male giants fighting.

Each of them was twenty-five feet tall, about two and a half times the height of Hagrid, much stronger than him, as robust as small mountains, wearing rusty iron armor and with an animal skin wrapped around their waists.

They were engaging in a primal physical struggle, and the earth trembled beneath their feet.

Even from a great distance, Irving could still feel the astonishing power of the sound, and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement...

The gaze skips over the two giants and extends further back—to the giants' true camp, where even more giants are gathered.

They were either lying on the ground sleeping, or pounding their feet and beating their chests, completely bewildered.

Several bonfires were still burning.

The black smoke resembled some kind of signal tower.

You can see it from afar.

These giants were so used to the two giants fighting to the death not far away that they didn't even glance at them.

For them, fighting is probably as commonplace as eating and drinking. He's happy to see his companions fighting, and it would be best if they could kill one or two. That way, they can save a lot of food.

In addition, he saw some strange giants, some with two heads, one large and one small, and several arms.

They were all incredibly ugly, and most of them were completely naked. The two fighting giants at least had armor, but the giantesses—even the female giants—were bare-bodied, adorned only with simple ornaments and wreaths made of branches and vines to cover their private parts.

"Huh? It's getting dark?"

They were gazing into the distance.

Suddenly, Irving's vision went out, and he was enveloped in darkness.

It turned out to be a pair of hands covering his eyes.

Oh—it's Sirius!

"Kid, don't peek," he said.

"I wasn't peeking," Owen said, tugging at Sirius's hand. "I was looking around openly—oops, I mean—I was just admiring the scenery, okay?"

Sirius scoffed, "Looking at the scenery," too lazy to pay attention to Irving's clumsy lie.

"My dear Joan of Arc—I was genuinely admiring the scenery, how could you have such filthy thoughts! What kind of thoughts could I possibly have about two lumps of flesh that could crush me, like stir-frying them? Didn't you see that the giant in that distant mountain range looks much taller?"

Irving shouted loudly, finally prying Sirius's hand away. He immediately rolled his eyes at the handsome dog godfather behind him, whose heart was probably broken in Azkaban.

"I've noticed you're thinking about dating," Owen said, staring at the dog godfather. "Why do you always think about things like that?"

"Pfft—" Mrs. Maxim couldn't help but laugh out loud from the side.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a sharp-tongued little wizard.

Sirius's face immediately darkened.

Even the playful expression on Owen's face vanished. He simply said coldly, "Who knows what's going on in your head, you rascal?"

"Hey—I have to reiterate this: your stereotypes are really strange. What's wrong with bad people? Are bad people supposed to be liars, selfish, delusional, greedy, and vicious?"

"All lies are for the purpose of covering up, for concealing. I have nothing to cover up or conceal. I'm fearless, so I never lie."

Kyrie Irving's talkative nature exploded again, rambling on and on about everything from humanity and strength to his worldview, explaining why this wicked boy is so unique.

"Alright, alright, just shut up, we know," the dog godfather said impatiently.

At that moment, the giant in the distance finally noticed them.

Several giants stomped the earth like thunderbolts, making a rumbling sound as they approached them.

From a distance, they don't seem so imposing.

Only when the figure drew closer could he truly grasp how terrifying this massive, mountain-like enemy would be if it appeared on the battlefield.

A behemoth that is immune to most attack spells, possesses astonishing strength, and can smash down the gates of Hogwarts with a single punch would terrify anyone.

No wonder Voldemort chose to win them over; these ferocious beasts are simply weapons of war. Even if a top wizard like Dumbledore could easily deal with giants, who else has his strength?

As long as the Death Eaters can hold back the Aurors, giants are practically invincible to ordinary wizards.

Unless their nape muscles are also a weak point.

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More and more giants gathered around.

The earth rumbled and groaned, as if it were humming.

"We have come with goodwill to see Lops Titan. We have brought gifts." Hagrid stepped forward to lead the way.

He held up the gift that Dumbledore had given him.

The azure flames burned silently, their temperature imperceptible yet radiating astonishing power, seemingly capable of burning forever.

The giants watching immediately noticed the ball of fire.

They hesitated, uttering various meaningless shouts from their throats, and a few of them, dressed in armor, were clearly distinguishable.

Hagrid spoke English, which the giants obviously couldn't understand.

On the island of Sicily, it's not surprising that many wizards in the taverns know several languages, but giants are not wizards, and their heads can't hold that many things.

More and more giants were running towards them from afar.

Hagrid held up the eternal flame and shouted loudly.

It wasn't until his throat was dry and his voice was hoarse that he noticed some of them were much smaller than the other giants, with long, dirty hair, wearing wreaths made of weeds, and dressed in tattered linen clothes.

The female giants were whispering among themselves, and it was clear that some of them understood what they were saying.

They immediately turned and ran back to the top of the mountain with a rumble.

"They must have gone to inform the giant leader. Let's wait here and not provoke them," Hagrid said.

Then, Owen plopped down on the ground, crossed his legs, placed his hands on his thighs, and curiously examined the giants.

"Hiss—I mean, could the Titans be a matriarchal society?!"

"A matriarchal society?" Sirius frowned, not quite understanding the meaning of the term.

Wizards have done very little research on giants; they are both arrogant and foolish—how could they possibly have the energy to study such creatures?

Wizards don't even bother to learn about fairies, creatures they frequently interact with.

"It is a social organization based on matrilineal blood ties, and a clan system that calculates lineage and inherits property according to the matrilineal line. The matrilineal society is an important stage in the development of human history, from the Late Paleolithic to the Neolithic period, about ten thousand to three million years ago."

"Look over there," Owen said, pointing to the giants watching them in the distance.

"That must be a family of Titans, with a somewhat frail female Titan and three male Titans, accompanied by several child Titans. This is clearly evidence of polyandry. When they were watching us, the female Titan stood in front, while the male Titans stood behind her. This indicates that, in terms of the social status of Titans, the female Titan was higher than the male Titans. Otherwise, why would Titans known for their strength and size allow the small female Titan to stand at the very front?"

Irving talked a lot, like a chatterbox.

The giant he was pointing at responded with a roar.

As for Sirius Black and Hagrid, and even Mrs. Maxim, they all looked puzzled after hearing Owen's words.

That blank, empty look in his eyes is just like those students in school who missed out on a lifetime of mathematics because they picked up a pen that had fallen on the ground.

His eyes were clear and innocent, revealing a purity untouched by knowledge.

"..." Owen rolled his eyes at them, then said in a somewhat pathetic tone, "Good heavens! Don't any of you study?"

I really envy your brains; they could definitely fetch a good price, since they're practically brand new and have never been used!

"How dare you speak like that!" The Dog Godfather grabbed his head and pressed it down. "That person here isn't your professor. Show some respect!"

"Hey—you're getting angry now!" Owen struggled. "Do you know what it means to learn things in sequence and to specialize in one's own field? Do you know what it means that a disciple is not necessarily inferior to his teacher, and a teacher is not necessarily more virtuous than his disciple? Do you know what it means that learning has no order of precedence, and that the accomplished are teachers?"

Do you understand the saying "Don't be ashamed to ask those who are less knowledgeable"?

With an attitude like that, how can you sleep!

With such a knowledge-poor mind, how can you sleep? Don't you have any ambition?

How can someone be a teacher like that?

"Hmph! Too bad I'm not the principal, otherwise I would have expelled you long ago."

"Heh—then you'd better work harder." Sirius laughed in exasperation, his head aching from Owen's long-winded rambling. He forced a stiff smile. "We'll see when you become the principal!"

Owen's words didn't cause Sirius and Hagrid any change of heart, but Mrs. Maxim frowned slightly because she had heard these "grand principles" from Owen elsewhere.

In the Imperial Academy of Chang'an, their students often said things like this. She remembered that her professor of Transfiguration, Liu, who graduated from the Imperial Academy of Chang'an, seemed to be a big advocate of this idea.

He often asks his students to teach themselves in class, where they share their transformation techniques and problems encountered during spellcasting. Then, in the last fifteen minutes of class, they have a big discussion to solve those problems. If they solve them, there is no homework for the day. If not, the homework is to go to the library to find the answers to those problems and write a paper to submit.

Then, in the next class, they were distributed to the other students, who discussed and graded the papers.

Liu said, "This promotes students' independent learning and thinking, and cultivates their hands-on skills and problem-solving abilities."

Then he launched into a long string of reasons.

(End of this chapter)