I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 342 Unexpected Success

Before this, Mrs. Maxim had always thought that Liu was a slacker, a fraud, and a lazy bum who just coasted along at the school.

Half a semester has passed, and he hasn't taught a single class properly, let alone taught his students anything.

Although the students all liked the professor.

Because most of them can solve the problems they encounter in class—in various ways—they rarely do homework.

Sometimes, Mrs. Maxim even suspected that Liu was actually a Muggle. She wondered if he had ulterior motives for infiltrating the magic school, since he rarely cast spells, perhaps even months ago.

But now that I think about it—the ancient land of the Ming Dynasty did indeed nurture a brilliant magical civilization. They had countless sages and brilliant genius wizards. Could this really be a novel teaching method?

Is she just ignorant?

Mrs. Maxim fell into deep thought.

Thankfully, Owen couldn't hear her thoughts, otherwise he would have yelled, "Professor, please stop hypnotizing yourself!"

That bastard is just wasting his salary!

Why aren't you firing him yet? What are you waiting for?

Are we waiting for students to have an epiphany about the magic path and become immortals on the spot?

Stop kidding me!

Just then, the giant who had left first returned.

As soon as she arrived, the giants immediately parted to make way for her.

"Humans, the Lops Titans grant me permission to see you. Bring gifts and follow me."

The giantess's clothes were significantly more ornate than those of the giants. Her large robe, resembling a single piece of linen, was covered with various colorful patterns, and the ground was painted with wildflowers and trees from the mountains.

But this very garment is especially precious in the world of giants.

Because this represents the spark of civilization.

Owen and the others followed the giant toward the ruined town.

They did not stop after passing through the ruins, but continued walking towards the distant mountain.

The giantess moved very slowly, clearly on purpose, controlling the distance between herself and the group of wizards.

About ten minutes later.

They arrived at a lakeside.

In the distance, the snow-capped mountains, after the ice and snow melt, countless streams converge into rivers, and the great river flows continuously, eventually forming this lake.

Bonfires and tents were lit on both sides of the lake.

The bright green tent was new and very tall, about fifty feet high, clearly a recent gift to the giants.

Sirius and his friends' expressions immediately soured, because this might mean that the Death Eaters had surpassed them.

"Humans, what brings you here?"

Inside the open-air tent, on a huge rock, lay a towering male giant, who looked to be at least thirty feet tall, and whose posture on the rock resembled that of a mountain.

His English was impeccable, with that old Union Jack accent; it was hard to believe that a giant could speak English so well.

Of course, this is not the most eye-catching thing; what is more eye-catching is his forehead.

The giant's eyes were closed, but he had a huge eye on his forehead.

His blue-white pupils seemed to flash with lightning as he stared at a group of wizards.

Hagrid held up the gift, and the eternal fire burned.

Irving could notice a hint of fear in the peering eyes around him.

They all seemed to recognize this flame and knew its power.

"We bring gifts and a message from Dumbledore, hoping to forge an alliance with you!" Hagrid said.

"Dumbledore?" The giant looked troubled, then turned to look at an old female giant sitting beside him.

She was a giantess with gray hair and drooping breasts—and then drooping breasts.

—The key is that the area is so large that it's hard not to notice it.

"Albus Dumbledore?" The giantess's face bore gruesome wounds, with a huge hole in her cheek through which you could even see her yellowed teeth.

One of her eyes was white, clearly she was blind, and the other was also full of exhaustion. As she spoke, she forced herself to be energetic, "I know him. He once opposed killing the last giants of England and helped us leave. He is my friend, and the clan will ally with you."

"Um?"

Things went surprisingly smoothly.

Irving suddenly realized.

It turns out that the current leader of the giants is the same group of British giants from back then. No wonder Dumbledore was confident that they agreed to form an alliance and that he knew of their existence.

"but--"

Well—he was panting heavily, Irving had an "I knew it" look on his face.

However, the old giantess did not notice that "other tribes will not heed our call; I can only do my best to contact more of my kind."

Furthermore—the lives of giants are very difficult. If you could provide us with a batch of supplies every year to meet our needs, I think your goal would be easily achieved.

"That's no problem," Sirius said, looking up at the giantess intently.

"Very good." The giantess nodded, then gestured for them to leave the Eternal Flame behind and depart.

The next time we talk will probably be after they find the supplies.

That's realistic enough.

Sirius and Hagrid exchanged a glance, then Sirius left behind the ball of blue flame and retreated.

Before leaving, Owen gave the giantess a special glance.

He sensed the shadow of a Muggle politician in her.

With a few calm, intelligent, and simple words, he secured enough benefits for his tribe, implying that his tribe could lead the entire giant race.

What makes her so confident?

Irving's gaze fell back on the Cyclops.

Is it him?

Cyclops – possessing the initial power of the life furnace, a 'deformed' and 'atavistic' giant, this kind of creature does indeed have powerful talents in certain aspects.

Unifying the giant race by relying on Cyclopes is not a difficult task.

outside world.

The four of them camped out on the other side of the lake and began to discuss their next steps.

"It went much more smoothly than expected." The Dog Godfather seemed very happy, because the faster he could resolve things here, the sooner he could return to London.

He didn't want to stay in that stupid Muggle family anymore.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's insistence, he would have made Harry sever ties with that family long ago.

"Smooth sailing—tsk tsk, if it appears in this story, then it definitely won't be smooth sailing." Owen muttered to himself. Something was bound to happen. This place was weird; to be honest, it felt like a prison.

Yes, prison.

A huge open-air prison.

If it were just about driving away the giants, the wizard wouldn't need to go through all this trouble. He could simply find an island, drive the giants there, and that would be enough.

Moreover, this sky city seems to be much larger than it appeared from a distance when I was riding on Bakal's back.

It's obvious that an infinite stretching spell has been cast here.

However, this presents a problem: the Infinite Stretch spell can only enlarge the size of isolated spaces such as boxes, houses, and rooms; it cannot change the scale of the known universe.

Wizards cannot cast spells on the Earth, praying that the spell will change the Earth's land area so that humans can have more living space.

Therefore, this sky city must be located in some enclosed space, and the sun and clouds in the sky may be fake.

"It went very smoothly," Mrs. Maxim said.

"Then I'll go back and prepare." With that, Sirius took out a prayer wheel.

It was a golden, intricately engraved prayer wheel with a central core that looked like it was made of some kind of bone.

It looks like a miniature version of the one in the Room of Requirement. (It appeared in Fantastic Beasts: The Third Movie.)

Owen learned about the origin of the giant prayer wheel at Hogwarts from Dumbledore.

He said it was given to him by a wizard friend from the Ming Dynasty.

It is a replica of the legendary artifact, Shangri-La, the prized possession of another Ming Dynasty magic school located in Kunlun.

The legendary Shangri-La is a creation of metal alchemy from a thousand years ago. It consists of three huge bells, one at the top, one at the middle, and one at the bottom, representing longitude, latitude, and altitude respectively.

Theoretically, once the location is set, it can take the wizard anywhere in the world.

As for the one Sirius has in his hand—it's probably a replica of a replica.

"Keep an eye on him, Hagrid. Don't let him cause trouble." Sirius was still worried about Owen as he left.

He spoke seriously to the other two.

Then wave the prayer wheel.

The door key activated instantly.

His figure suddenly twisted, as if he were being sucked into something, and then disappeared from the spot.

After Sirius left.

Hagrid took the tent out of the pack behind him.

They set up luxurious tents bearing the Black family's signature by the lake.

Next, we just wait.

Waiting for the dog godfather to return.

With nothing to do, Owen sat by the lake, watching Shirlock splashing and playing in the water. He then transformed into a fishing rod and cast his line with a straight hook.

Let's see if we've accomplished anything today.

Time ticked by, and Owen didn't expect Sirius to be back today. Gathering supplies was no simple task; how much stuff would it take to prepare for the giants? It would probably be an astronomical figure.

Even if you emptied Hogwarts, you still couldn't gather that many.

Anyway, Irving couldn't figure out where Dumbledore found so much food.

As noon approached, the three began to cook. The aroma of the food heated by the flames attracted the attention of many giants, but most of them just watched and drooled. Perhaps it was the order from the British giantess, or perhaps the little food Owen had was not enough to fill their teeth.

In short, they did not rush forward to compete for it.

This is quite different from the giants in the public's impression.

Indeed, these giants from England were different from the giant tribes in the wasteland.

Irving wasn't sure whether this change was good or bad.

But since no one was competing with him for food, he could cast Avada Kedavra fewer times today.

The rice was only half-cooked.

Those towering giants had basically stopped paying attention to them.

But the giants' children—those tiny giants, only a dozen feet tall—were still watching curiously.

Then, just as Irving was about to finish his second bowl, a relatively short giant, about sixteen or seventeen feet tall, cautiously approached them from the other side of the lake.

It was a giant with a round face and a head covered with curly, thick, grass-colored hair.

On top of its head, you can see the edge of a large, fleshy ear. The head grows directly onto the shoulders, with almost no neck in between.

He first walked through a dense forest, then over the boulders on the riverbank, approaching them step by step.

"Get out of the way!" Hagrid stood up and shooed away the short giant who looked somewhat abnormal.

However, this was obviously of no use. Even though he swung his arms very fast, the giant was not afraid of him at all and seemed to have no intention of retreating.

Instead, he kept craning his neck to look in Irving's direction.

"He was dressed," Mrs. Maxim said casually.

"So what?" Hagrid hadn't reacted yet.

"I mean, look at the giants around us, none of them are dressed so 'properly'. He must have had contact with humans, or his parents must have had contact with humans."

Mrs. Maxim added, "Look at the animal skins he's wearing."

The giant wore a dirty, brown smock that looked like it was roughly sewn together from animal hides, and his back was very broad beneath the smock.

The painting on the chest clearly carries some kind of religious or parental expectation.

"I think his parents must be extraordinary."

Mrs. Maxim's words gave Hagrid pause for thought; it was a good thing that they had encountered another giant who had come into contact with wizards.

Well, anyone who has ever come into contact with wizards knows that these giants are generally smarter, and perhaps they can increase their negotiating power and gain more say in the negotiations.

Hagrid then realized what was going on. He first provoked the seemingly foolish giant with food, and then asked him to take him to his parents.

After he had talked his way out of it, his throat was hoarse, and he had been rambling on for four or five minutes, the big idiot still remained unmoved.

It seemed that he couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

Then, under the watchful, barely suppressed laughter of Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim, the big, simple-minded man suddenly pulled out a large bunch of flowers from behind his back—the remains.

Then he squatted down and placed all the flower petals in front of Irving with both hands.

"Pfft!" Mrs. Maxim couldn't help but laugh.

He probably thinks you're a girl.

"Hahaha!"

Hagrid, standing nearby, also let out a hearty laugh.

That wasn't a sneer, but a smile that appears when something interesting happens.

However, compared to the shock of the two professors, Irving's reaction was much calmer.

He said he gets confessed to three or four times a week.

Even though all the young wizards at Hogwarts knew that Miss Granger was his girlfriend, this "daily check-in" behavior still didn't end.

Anyway, those girls figured they wouldn't lose out by "checking in" once a day, and what if they actually made a profit?

Moreover—according to Justin and Hannah, during the three months he was in a coma, there was a constant stream of girls visiting him.

There were quite a few boys too—some even shed tears on the spot.

Irving got goosebumps listening to this.

Therefore, he has long been immune to this kind of thing.

Irving reached out his hand, and the petals seemed to be summoned, floating in his palm.

Then, with a casual wave of his hand, the petals, like the wind, blew across the body of the foolish giant before him and fell into the distant grassland.

next second.

Countless flowers of all kinds sprouted from the soil. The grassy beach was instantly transformed into a garden.

"Why are you picking all these flowers and plants?"

"Doesn't a flower's life also count as a life?"

After saying that, Owen smiled slightly, stomped his foot hard on the ground, and then countless ice crystals grew out from under his feet.

In an instant, white mist filled the air, and the foolish giant was frozen in place.

"Open your eyes wide and repent for your sins, you idiot!" With that, Owen became overly arrogant, his long silver hair brushing past his ears, obscuring the last trace of emerald green in his eyes.

At Hogwarts, the usual way to deal with such blue barrels is to freeze the person in place, both to cool them down and as a form of punishment to confine them for a day or two, teaching those fools who misused their energy a lesson.

Irving returned to his fishing spot.

Mrs. Maxim smiled and waved her wand, dispelling the magic from the giant.

The idiot giant, after being frozen awake, seemed to be startled.

Crying and shouting, they ran into the forest.

Hagrid immediately understood that the child was going to find his mother.

He immediately followed.

Mrs. Maxim wanted to stop him, since going into the forest alone might be dangerous.

However, that stupid giant ran too fast, and Hagrid's pace also became very fast.

She didn't have time to open it.

She initially intended to follow, but after glancing at Owen, who had already jumped into the lake and was fighting with the fish, she immediately sat back down in her chair.

"Damn it, it's been all morning and you still won't bite. What the hell? You just won't bite, huh?!"

Irving jumped into the lake and then surfaced.

He was holding a live fish in his hand.

The lake water soaked his clothes, and his long, silver-black hair clung to his head, with stray hairs on his forehead sticking to his cheeks.

He swung his hand and slapped the stupid freshwater fish across the face.

"Not biting the hook, huh? Not biting the hook?"

"Sirocco, come here and smash it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little white cat swam happily to his side, opened its mouth, and bit the tail of the silly fish.

Then, happily, he swam back to the shore.

"Uh—" Mrs. Maxim, seeing this scene, really didn't know what to say, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly again.

This child—though his magic is powerful, he is still just a child.

"Hmm—Professor, what are you secretly laughing about?" Owen walked out of the lake and bent down to pick up his fishing rod from the ground.

Then, with a single palm strike, he cleaved it in two!

Damn it—I'm never fishing again.

"No, nothing," Mrs. Maxim said calmly.

"I saw it all." Owen threw the fishing hook into the lake and walked towards her.

"Why don't you go look for your mother? Perhaps she's on this island!"

The only possible union between a human wizard and a giant is a male wizard and a female giant. As for why, figure it out yourself!

"No—" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Maxime's face suddenly turned grim. "She died in the War of the Giants. There are no people like Dumbledore in France. The wizards forcibly expelled them, and a conflict broke out in the process."

(End of this chapter)