I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 344 I—Will Launch a Gundam Attack

A struggle between two giants.

Although there was no physical combat, it was still exhilarating to watch, but the power of these forty-foot-tall creatures far exceeded most people's imagination.

The mere bulge of the muscles in his arms was enough to ignite the surrounding air and stir up dust.

The moment the giant exerts its power.

Time seemed to be the ancient age of gods, when the gods walked among the mortals and witnessed miracles. The bloodline left by Mother Earth Gaia still shone brightly.

Power—pure power—savage power—the most inspiring power, so captivating.

"collapse!"

"collapse!"

A tremendous roar filled Irving's ears. The small mound had been mostly leveled, and the billowing dust proclaimed the ultimate victor.

Lops Titan has lost!

The unfamiliar black-haired giant won.

"It seems we're in trouble," Mrs. Maxim said worriedly.

Her worries soon turned into reality.

Before long, they were herded into the giant's tent.

No giants spoke inside the tent; all the giants stood there, panting heavily, some excited, some groaning.

The huge rock in the middle of the tent has changed owners.

Lops Titan was pushed aside, while the black-haired giant sat lazily on it.

"Excuse me." The moment Owen, Mrs. Maxim, and Hagrid arrived with the tent, the female giant behind Rops Titan spoke.

"I'm afraid our agreement will have to be null and void."

"But we've already started preparing supplies to support the Titans," Mrs. Maxim said, still clinging to a sliver of hope.

"This—" Lady Titan stopped speaking, then turned to look at another giant mother in the tent, and spoke many words in their language.

Seeing this, Mrs. Maxim finally understood that Owen was right: in the giant tribe, women had a much higher social status than men.

This can be seen from the fact that the black-haired giant was accompanied by a white-haired, aged female giant.

Taking his mother to fight is an example of this.

The two true leaders of the giant tribes spoke at length.

Most of the time, Lady Titan did the talking, while another female giant listened.

But soon a conflict broke out between the two sides, and their voices grew louder and louder.

A moment later, their conversation turned into a disguised form of reprimand.

The black-haired giant's mother roared, then growled something, and then half of the giants in the tent burst into laughter.

The laughter was mostly mocking.

After the laughter gradually subsided, Lady Titan turned to look at the crowd with a sense of loss.

"The Volcano tribe is unwilling to ally with the wizards, believing that you will bring disaster to the giants."

"Unless you can defeat him in a duel." Lady Titan pointed to the black-haired giant on the rock who had just defeated the Cyclops.

"She could tell you two were half-giants, and she said she could give you a chance. Of course—you can't use magic; you have to follow giant traditions."

She looked at Mrs. Maxim, "Or—you could become his wife, if you could give birth to—"

"Enough!" Hagrid roared. "We're not here to be humiliated! And we don't need to follow the traditions of giants; we are wizards."

He stood in front of Mrs. Maxim like an angry lion, his eyes fixed on the chief of the volcano tribe.

"If you're not sincere, we can always choose another giant tribe. There are other tribes besides the volcano tribe here."

Seeing that the negotiations were about to end in failure, Hagrid was no longer willing to swallow his anger.

Anyway, at worst, he would take his mother and younger brother away and hide them in the forbidden forest.

Honestly, those giants are just stronger; if it really came down to a fight, even he, a Hogwarts dropout, wouldn't be afraid. Of course, that's assuming he uses magic.

"Wait a minute!" Just as the situation was tense and a group of giants were glaring at them, Owen suddenly spoke up from behind the two adult wizards.

With a nonchalant smile, he stepped forward and said to Lady Titan, "Tell her I accept the challenge! I want to fight her son one-on-one, a true man's battle!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lady Titan in front of him showed a shocked expression. She hesitated and asked tentatively, "Are you sure? If you leave now, I promise they won't hurt you."

"No need, today I'll teach him a lesson about why flowers are so red!" Owen waved his hand and then gave the black-haired giant the middle finger.

"I've trained before, bro."

"With my left hand I can capture a dragon, and with my right I can bind a Zouwu. These little giants are nothing to me!"

This time, Lady Titan did not speak up to stop him. She disliked Owen's arrogant tone; giants also had their own pride and dignity.

Since the child is so confident, she doesn't need to continue trying to persuade him in a boring way.

"Wait! Merlin, have you gone mad?"

Behind him, Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid each placed a hand on Owen's shoulder.

They simply lifted him up.

"You want to compete with a giant in strength? In fighting?"

The two looked at Irving with confusion, especially at his current posture.

He couldn't even withstand the power of a half-giant, how could he possibly defeat that forty-foot behemoth?

This kid isn't trying to cheat with magic, is he?

Both Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid had this idea.

In a fight, Hagrid was actually confident that Owen could defeat the giant, since he knew the Killing Curse, and the giant's body couldn't withstand the Killing Curse.

But what follows is a contest of strength, a battle of wits. Not a clash of magic.

If Owen dared to use magic to kill the giants in battle, it would only enrage them completely. At that point, not only would the Volcano Tribe be determined to fight them to the death, but even these British giants would break with them.

As for the other giant tribes on the island, almost none of them would ally with them again once they learned of the duel, and this mission would also fail completely.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, and you've forgotten," Owen said confidently, looking at Hagrid. "Dumbledore said you have to listen to me this time."

On the other hand, after listening to Lady Titan's translation...

The giants of the volcano tribe immediately slapped their thighs and burst into a second laugh.

The tent was instantly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

I wonder if this laugh will last until I'm buried.

The newly victorious giant on the stone throne, the black-haired giant, also roared with laughter along with his people.

However, he quickly stopped making noise.

Because he felt as if he had been humiliated.

"Roar!" The black-haired giant roared.

He suddenly stood up and leaped over Irving's head.

This was an insult to him, the greatest humiliation of one's own kind in the customs of giants.

"Oh, little thing, you've got a temper!" Owen smiled slightly, not angry at all. He wasn't a giant, he didn't understand giant customs, so why should he get angry?

"Owen!" Mrs. Maxim called out to him. They put him down. "Do you know you can't use magic?"

"I know—" Irving nodded.

"Do you think you're strong enough to defeat a giant?"

"How could that be!"

"Then why did you agree—" Mrs. Maxim said angrily.

"Professor, if sheer strength were all it took to rule the world, then giants, not humans, would be the masters of this world!" Owen smiled faintly. "Wait a moment, I'll be right back!"

As he spoke, he took a watch out of his pocket.

He flicked the clock hand with his finger and then casually tossed it onto the ground.

The clock, embedded in the earth, outlines a large gate.

Then Irving opened the door and jumped in, all in one smooth motion.

Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid looked at each other, completely baffled as to what he was up to.

And so it went—about five minutes passed.

Just as the giants were growing impatient, and Mrs. Maxim repeatedly declared that Owen would be back soon, the door on the ground was suddenly kicked open. It was Owen again, and he was beaming with excitement.

He casually put the clock away.

The mountain breeze was blowing his long hair at the temples.

His silver hair danced back, and at that moment, he looked so spirited and dashing.

The youth was fearless and without desire.

That day, he stood with his hands in his pockets, his small figure radiating an aura of invincibility.

After walking several dozen steps, Irving stopped, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small package.

He tossed the package high into the air.

Then, he drew his wand and pointed it at the target.

A faint light shone from the tip of the staff, and a ball of heat suddenly rose into the air.

The scorching fire instantly reduced the small package to ashes.

Immediately, high in the sky, the space around the flames began to twist and deform rapidly, as if a shadow was being pulled and magnified, from nothing to something.

It's as if something enormous is being squeezed out of space.

That thing seemed to be enormous.

Space remained entangled but never released it.

A silvery-gray metallic sheen gradually appeared high in the sky.

Irving, on the other hand, raised his head and smiled.

"I—will launch my Gundam!"

Having said that, another spell flew out from the tip of his staff, the magic transforming into a long sword that plunged fiercely into the space and then cleaved it in two.

The next second, a thunderclap resounded across the earth.

"boom!"

A gust of wind, like a thunderclap, whipped Irving's robes.

His long hair flew wildly as if it had gone mad.

The massive tremor caused all the wizards and giants around to sway as if they had lost their strength.

"Merlin's beard!"

"What is that?"

Dust covered the sky like a veil.

From those exposed areas, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim witnessed a magnificent miracle.

A towering steel giant, about thirty feet tall (the twins had finished installing their armor), stood on the earth, resembling a god!

The cold steel reflects a light that is not dazzling, but that light is still like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness, revealing a powerful and sharp beauty.

Then, Owen waved his wand.

The core of the steel mech slowly opened, revealing a cockpit.

Without saying a word, Irving had the kitten Sirocco take him in via Apparition.

Then the hatch closed.

The cockpit is spacious and straightforward, lacking the fancy control panels found in science fiction movies. Instead, there's the azure core of an ancient puppet beneath your feet and a 360-degree panoramic sunroof reflecting the outside world in real time.

"A loud and clear voice."

Owen flicked the wand, and ancient magic transformed into countless runes, which merged into the core component beneath his feet like starlight.

He could actually cast a spell to make the mecha move on its own, since he was the heir and had an endless supply of ancient magic. He didn't need a wizard to control it as the twins had envisioned. But automatic cruise control was nothing compared to manual driving.

Although it seems that there isn't much driving pleasure involved now.

"Haha! Come on, you little punk, don't move. If I don't smash your head in, I'll write my name backwards."

With its booming sound amplified, Owen's arrogant voice rolled out from the mech.

Then the steel giant began to move.

The steel fist, imbued with a father's love, pounded with deafening force, the terrifying sound like thunder.

The giant before him also revealed a cautious look.

Faced with this sudden steel monster, he simply couldn't understand how it moved.

However, as the most powerful giant in the tribe, it was impossible for him to be afraid.

His pride wouldn't allow him to feel any fear towards a moving piece of steel.

As he spoke, he took the initiative and tentatively swung his fist, the powerful force accompanied by a sonic boom, striking towards the mecha's chest.

He may be slow-witted, but he's not stupid!

I just saw that human wizard crawl into the chest of this steel structure, so its weak point should be there.

On the other side, Irving was even faster, his right fist already clenched, as he threw an uppercut.

The force of their punches collided, affecting everything.

With a loud "boom!"

Wizards, including some giants, covered their ears.

The earth seemed to tremble.

In the sky, thick clouds were repeatedly caught by rising dust. The accumulated water vapor was gradually trapped by the dust, and the increase in condensation nuclei changed their color from pure white to dark black.

It felt as if a torrential downpour was about to begin.

"happy!"

"Ha ha!"

That was awesome!

Since it was a duel, Owen didn't hold back. He clenched his fist and, driven by the machine, unleashed a storm of punches, accompanied by inexplicable "Ora" sounds, aimed at the giant's head.

Compared to the Beast Giant, who can only be judged by strength and has no method whatsoever, Owen's legwork is not exactly exquisite either.

But at least he had practiced close-quarters combat for a while; in his first year, he even used his moves to suppress Voldemort.

This Zhang-style Wing Chun was taught to him by a renowned Master Wang surnamed Ye from London's Chinatown.

When he was a child, he once visited Chinatown.

Of course, Owen actually planned to go there to try his luck and see if he could meet a wizard from the Ming Dynasty and learn what his own people's magic was like.

As soon as he entered Chinatown, he was tricked by an old man with a white beard into going to a martial arts school.

The key point was that the old man had long, flowing hair, wore a big gun, and had an air of otherworldly wisdom. Damn it—he looked like the Bodhi Patriarch from Journey to the West. At the time, Owen really thought the other party was a wizard.

So they didn't resist and just went along.

It turned out that guy was just a charlatan selling courses.

In the martial arts school, they threw him a Wing Chun training manual in pure Chinese and started bragging about how it was some awesome Ming Dynasty kung fu.

It is possible to cultivate "Qi".

They even asked him if he knew what Qi was.

Before Irving could even speak, the old man launched into a long explanation of "Qi," claiming it was a type of energy that could prolong life, injure people from a distance, and grant the ability to fly or teleport.

It's practically saying that "Qi" is "fuckly good."

Finally—Owen was so annoyed by what he heard that, with a cold face, he pointed to the window on the sixth floor of the martial arts gym and said in the most standard, authentic Beijing accent—"Are you out of your mind? Jump! If you don't die, I'll buy your lessons right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man fell silent. His expression instantly changed, and he scrutinized Irving's face. At that time, Irving still had black hair and gray eyes. Then, he heard the old man say with great disdain, "So he's just a skewer!"

"Oh!"

Irving didn't argue; he simply got up and went home to find his grandfather.

Then his grandfather gave this guy a good beating!

It wasn't until the old man, with a tearful face, offered to teach Irving all his skills for free that his grandfather—only then did he increase the force and beat him even more fiercely.

They are wizards, not battle mages, so why should they learn kung fu?

Does this guy look down on them?

Is there anything we can learn from the weak?

However, in the end, Irving still chose to stay at the martial arts school.

There's only one reason: he's just too bored. He spends all day in the house with his grandfather, and his grandfather would never allow him to go to a Muggle kindergarten.

Although Irving definitely won't go.

During their secluded life, the father and son's greatest pleasure was hunting in the wild forests.

But you can't go hunting every day!

Besides, they can't overuse magic. If they attract the Aurors, even though Grandpa isn't afraid of these small fry, too many lice will still itch!

So Kyrie Irving's childhood was actually quite boring.

Now that I've finally met a wonderful person, I naturally have to stay.

To be honest, that Master Wang is quite skilled. Although compared to the wizard, he only has so much left, he can easily take on three Muggles at once, which shows he has real skills.

Anyway, he claims to be the successor of the Zhang-style Wing Chun or something.

As for why his name is widely known as Master Ye.

The old man explained that there was someone in the Wing Chun circle who could take on ten people and had a much better reputation than him. Since that person was unlikely to come to England, he shamelessly stole the other person's name.

To this, six-year-old Owen could only say that it was fortunate the old man was in London, otherwise he would have been beaten to a pulp by the invincible Master Ip, who "knows a little about everything".

However, none of this mattered to Irving at that time. Anyway, he had gained a good punching bag and got to use it for free for half a year. He had a good time and played around for half a year, so it wasn't a loss.

(End of this chapter)