I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 346 First Encounter with the Gods—All Actions Are Just

After calming her son down.

Lady Titan then looked wearily at Owen and the others once more.

"But the giants of other tribes don't understand these things. In their world, only wizards can cast spells. They will only see that we have been defeated, and that is an indisputable fact."

"Tsk—" Owen clicked his tongue. His eyes involuntarily glanced at the dark-skinned giant over there.

Indeed, he couldn't expect those uncivilized, savage giants to know anything about magical enhancement.

The more you explain, the more they will think you are talking nonsense and trying to deny their power.

Then it will cause even greater chaos.

Well—no wonder Hagrid and Madame Maxim's attempt to form an alliance with the giants ultimately failed in the original story.

The giants were in utter chaos.

There were more than a dozen tribes of varying sizes, none of which could convince the others. Some tribes may have even accepted the gifts from the Death Eaters and agreed to form an alliance with them.

The British giant in front of us probably accepted the Death Eaters' gift, but may not have agreed to form an alliance.

Of course, although the Titan lady in front of him looked old and decayed, she was still very ambitious. Her son was a Cyclopes, which was the most powerful individual among the giants. Owen guessed that her previous plan was to accept their material support, stabilize the tribe, and then launch a war of unification against other giant tribes.

Given the Cyclops' strength, it shouldn't be difficult for him to accomplish these things.

But today, a black-haired giant suddenly appeared and defeated her son in full view of everyone, which made her lose confidence.

Just as she herself said, she knew that the black-haired giant had used magic.

But war is not child's play; victory is the greatest reward, and the means by which it is used are not important to the Titans.

Do other giant tribes possess magical items like that?

Are there any more powerful ones among them?

These questions, which she had never considered before, were now all laid out before her.

The situation suddenly returned to square one. All original plans and schemes had to be put on hold, and everything changed quietly.

Faced with such a complex situation, what can a wizard, as an outsider, do?

"Isn't there a way to solve this once and for all? A way to make all the giant tribes obey orders?"

"have!"

"Huh?" Irving was taken aback. "Really? I was just saying."

"Legend has it that the Giant King possesses a crown called the 'Crown of Destiny,' which has the power to control giants, and only the most powerful giant is qualified to wear it."

Centuries ago, the giants were losing the war against the wizards, and the giant king returned to Sicily in search of the original giants, the power of the ancient Greek gods.

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Irving rolled his eyes.

be cheated!

Unbelievable! Unbelievable! I actually lost to a female giant in a battle of wits.

This guy is a real political whiz.

The story told by the giantess—a story that seems to be sold wholesale, does Owen believe it?

As you believe!

If he believes it, then he must agree to help the female giant find the so-called "Crown of Destiny" and powerfully assist them in achieving the great cause of unifying the giant race.

If he doesn't believe it, then their alliance plan will be completely ruined. Of course, these British giants won't break ties with them, but they certainly can't count on them for help.

This seemingly aged giantess, who reeks of decay, could easily accept their aid, maintain the status quo, and continue to accumulate power.

In short, whether he helps her or not, she won't lose out.

Even if Owen and his team turn around and leave now, without giving them anything, at least just now, he has already helped these British giants avert a crisis, hasn't he?

Damn it—thinking about it this way, all my plans have been completely outmaneuvered by others.

In any case, she won't suffer a loss.

This level of intelligence is simply terrifying!

In a daze, Owen even felt that the person standing in front of him was not a giantess, but that old fox Dumbledore.

No wonder she made it clear from the beginning that she knew Dumbledore; it was an intellectual acquaintance, right?

"Stop—just tell me, where is that thing lost?" Owen's gaze turned serious, and his brain, which had been too lazy to work, finally started to function again.

He originally thought that once he arrived in this desolate place, he could throw caution to the wind and have a good time for a couple of days.

It seems now that you really have to carry your brain with you at all times.

Honestly—I hate haggling with these incredibly intelligent guys.

Irving misses Justin terribly now.

Lady Titan was taken aback by Owen's blunt response, but she immediately realized that the boy had already figured out her plan.

This surprised her; how old was this child in front of her?

As is customary, she should first recount the history of the giants, then introduce the Giant King and the epic war, and once the other party is completely captivated by her story, she should then make a request, asking the other party to find the temporary giant treasure.

Everything fell into place naturally!

But now that Irving understands everything, there's no need for her to beat around the bush.

"Yes—in the whirlpool," she said bluntly.

"The whirlpool? The obelisk?" Owen said. "The whirlpool with the obelisk?"

"An obelisk?" Lady Titan paused slightly, "There were such legends in the past."

"Tsk—it seems I really have no choice but to go."

This is yet another event pointing towards a major vortex.

Owen clicked his tongue. He would definitely go and find the "Crown of Destiny" as a side trip, since a crown that could control giants sounded absurd.

Although the treacherous female giant in front of him said in the preface that only the most powerful giant could wear it, he was a complete idiot to believe even a single word of such nonsense.

Once he truly obtains the "Crown of Destiny," he will be the one to decide who is the strongest Titan.

As for the divinely inspired tower in the great vortex.

Yes—Irving is now quite certain that the so-called obelisk is indeed the divinely inspired tower.

As the brightest star of the Age of Gods, it is only natural that divinely inspired towers would appear in the Mediterranean region.

In the past year, Italian magic newspapers have repeatedly reported that the sudden expansion of the vortex has revealed ancient ruins.

This all indicates that something has changed there.

Furthermore, Voldemort, who may have cooperated with the Outer Gods, has been resurrected.

The two events coincided perfectly in time.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence; the Outer Gods were definitely up to something, and the Death Eaters would be their guides.

He had to go see the Great Whirlpool no matter what.

"Alright, we've reached a verbal agreement," Owen said, shaking his head as if he didn't care much.

His choice of words was also very particular; verbal agreements—aren't they just for deceiving and breaking?

"Now—let's go ask that big guy where he got his magic bracelet."

Irving looked away and strode towards the small hill.

Lady Titan nodded and followed, dragging her aged body along as well.

From one earthen slope, it became two smaller earthen slopes.

Surrounding a group of giants.

They were all giants of the Volcano tribe.

Unlike the British giants who wore armor, they wore more of a leather armor, a simple leather armor made of animal hides strung together, with a volcano erupting painted on the chest with charcoal.

Most of them had black hair.

Among the giants, apart from the leader of the volcano tribe, there is only one female giant.

Presumably, she must be Achilles' Titan's wife.

This female giant was quite young, only about twenty feet tall, just over half the height of Achilles Titan.

She had long, flowing silver hair, which was unusual for a giant, soft features, a well-proportioned figure, and large expanses of delicate skin exposed. She was even bare-chested.

He only wore a simple leather skirt tied around his waist.

She revealed two smooth, delicate, long, white legs.

Hmm—judging from her appearance, she perfectly fits human aesthetic standards.

Even though she was very big—she was like a human beauty who had grown to twenty feet tall.

At this moment, the unconscious Achilles Titan was lying in her arms, enjoying the bliss of having two wives.

Of course—the reason Owen gave her so much attention wasn't because of her bare upper body—his focus was mainly on the giantess's eyes.

A pair of scarlet eyes, like rubies.

It was paired with her silver hair, which was almost the same color as her own.

It's impossible to say that Kyrie Irving doesn't evoke a sense of déjà vu.

"Tsk—" Owen shifted his gaze, fixing it on the female chieftain of the volcano tribe.

She was a giantess who was also very old. Her face was covered with wrinkles, her back was deeply bent, and her muscles were atrophying, which made her look much shorter. Despite the bright morning sun, her body was still trembling uncontrollably, and the cold was coming from within her.

Perhaps it wasn't the cold, but the fear of death.

She was the only one among the giants who wore a complete set of clothes, a dark black robe.

The robe was decorated with images of countless meteors bombarding the planet.

That sight would only remind Owen of the origin of magic: a meteor falling to Earth.

On the other hand, this is also a symbol of ancient magic.

When viewed upside down, the painting resembles some kind of volcanic eruption.

It can be said that a single stroke can convey multiple meanings.

"Your robe is very beautiful! When did those wizards give it to you?"

Irving's neutral voice is clear yet melodious; it's difficult to discern his emotions from his tone alone.

He was waiting, waiting for a giant from the volcano tribe who understood English to translate his words to the female chieftain in front of him.

"Human, Igor Titan has chosen you. But the Volcano Tribe will not be subject to you."

Giants will never become slaves of wizards.

Unexpectedly, the giantess spoke a very fluent English.

This surprised Owen, who almost thought she had studied at Cambridge.

The name she uttered, Igor Titan, was likely the name of the Titan woman beside her.

"According to the tradition of the giants, the victor has absolute dominion over the loser," Owen continued. "Strictly speaking, the entire Volcano Tribe, including you, is now my property."

Of course, I have little interest in ruling a tribe of giants. You can leave here simply by leaving behind the magic bracelet on your son's wrist and the giantess.

I don't think you'd want to go against the traditions of the giants!

"Hmm?" Owen's words immediately alerted Ego Titan, who was standing next to him. She hadn't expected Owen to know so much about the traditions of the Titans.

Yes, the world of giants is very barbaric, and of course she certainly wouldn't abide by this so-called tradition, but the Volcano Tribe—the most traditional of the giants—would definitely follow the tradition.

Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim's attention was entirely elsewhere, and their expressions changed immediately when they heard that Owen's request included the giantess.

Especially Mrs. Maxim.

She glanced at the stunningly beautiful giantess, and her expression immediately turned sour.

She was the one who told Owen about the traditions surrounding giants.

As a result, he used it for pleasure-seeking just one day later!

What does he want to do?

That giantess, she looks like she's still a minor!

That kid!

A blush crept onto Mrs. Maxim's fair face, the lingering warmth from her suppressed anger.

This may be related to her family of origin; unlike Hagrid, he was forced into fatherhood by his mother.

Mrs. Maxim's parents, on the other hand, seem to be the exact opposite.

While people's desires are free, such coercive methods are despicable in any way.

The female chieftain of the volcano tribe seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, and the deep lines on her face, like the ravines of mountains, seemed to have deepened.

Her yellowish-brown eyes held a hint of helplessness and resentment, and her dry lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

But she didn't say it aloud in the end, only letting out a sigh and saying, "Amin, I can give you that, but not the bracelet."

Her gaze swept over her son, and then a resolute look appeared on her face.

Others may not know, but she is very clear that all her control comes from that magic bracelet.

Without it, you would be challenged by other warriors on the day you returned to the tribe. If you were defeated, being driven out of the tribe would be the least of your worries.

Think about how you dealt with your previous challengers?

"Tsk—" Owen drew his wand, a contemptuous smile on his face. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not discussing this with you."

He said, "Hand over the magic bracelet, and you can live, or you can die!"

The boy shrugged, his gentle tone carrying a hint of seduction as he said, "Personally, I'd prefer you choose the second option, because that way I won't have to let the tiger return to the mountain."

"Of course, you can choose to resist. I like to see people resist, because that's what makes killing meaningful. Otherwise, isn't it just like shooting at a wooden stake?"

It's hard to believe that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy could utter such wicked words in such a gentle tone.

But what could be seen was the giant leader, whose expression suddenly changed. The helplessness in her eyes vanished, replaced by anger, as if someone was whispering in her ear, tempting her to go to war with Owen.

"Hmm?" Owen's gaze shifted back to the giantess named Amin.

The ancient magical principle of cause and effect told him that just now, an evil magic, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, had created ripples.

The ripples covered the female giant leader and all the volcanic giants present.

Owen immediately raised his wand and pointed it at her. "Strange fellow."

Strange—yet not strange at all.

Dean Bridged told him that any being bewitched by an Outer God would descend into madness. Such a sorcerer could be easily identified from the crowd.

However, Koyatl said that although the Outer God tormented her, she mostly remained rational. There was a voice in her head, like tinnitus, but this voice was mostly a temptation, a temptation to do things you didn't want to do.

Two different truths—Irving would certainly choose Koyatl's version.

Because he had long ago discovered that the conflict between the Heirs and the Outer Gods was a spiraling escalation, with both sides changing their strategies. What Dean Bridgeton was referring to were the rules of conflict from hundreds of years ago, which had long since changed.

The Outer Gods are better at concealing their own followers than foolishly choosing the most powerful dark wizards and manipulating them to assassinate their successors, just like they did back then.

"No—don't—do it."

The wand in Owen's hand glowed a ghastly green.

Then, a stuttering voice, with a strange German accent, rang out.

It is Achilles Titan.

He woke up.

Wow—that's terrifying resilience.

Such a heavy blow, if shrunk proportionally and applied to a wizard, would either kill him or keep him in the hospital for a week.

He was only unconscious for about ten minutes.

"No—don't kill her," Achilles Titan said in broken English, then struggled to sit up and stood in front of the giantess.

The main theme is deep affection and loyalty.

"The magic is for you, Amin, you stay." He spat out each word like spitting out potatoes.

Irving won't even mention how many grammatical errors were in that sentence.

He simply cannot agree to this request.

Look at this silly kid—do you think you're dating a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl?

Unfortunately, that body may contain a soul that is two or three thousand years old.

However, before he could finish, Irving said that the pretty girl should stay too, and his mother next to him let out a roar, as if scolding him.

Then the mother and son started arguing, using the giant's language, which Owen couldn't understand a word of.

And Amin—she stared intently at Owen the whole time.

They kept looking him up and down, as if they were examining some beautiful jade or gold artifact.

Every now and then, a mysterious smile would appear on his lips, carrying three parts provocation, three parts mockery, three parts leisurely ease, and the remaining one part, divided into four parts, was excitement, surprise, satisfaction, and a pie chart that Irving couldn't understand.

"Owen!" At this point, Mrs. Maxim could no longer stand it.

She stepped forward, her anger blazing, and questioned him, "I always thought you were a devoted lover who would stay with that Gryffindor girl forever. Now it seems that everyone can be wrong."

What? You've got your eye on a pretty girl, so you're going to turn into a robber and steal her away?

"???"

Owen, who was pondering what spell to use to kill the silver-haired giantess, looked up blankly.

What?!

What are you even talking about?!

He squinted and scratched his head; clearly, Madame Maxime mistook him for someone like Alexandre Dumas.

Knock—what strange thought came to mind at that moment?

Although I admit that my XP isn't exactly normal either, it's still within the realm of human beings.

Giants and such.

That's too sinful. The physical differences are so great. Anyway, Owen couldn't understand how those wizards drove—how could your toy car possibly hit the rock wall when going through a tunnel?

It is estimated that the toll gate was intact when the car crashed into the toll station.

"Professor, what are you thinking?" Owen said irritably. My beautiful Miss Granger is not even as good as a big savage.

Do you look down on me, or do you have a problem with your taste?

Oh—I forgot to mention, Mrs. Maxim in front of me is a mixed-race giant; perhaps their aesthetic sense is indeed different.

"Is it possible, Professor, that I prefer girls around my age?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" Mrs. Maxim's gaze sharpened. "Are you discriminating against tall women?"

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"6!" Owen gave a thumbs up, then shut his mouth. He felt like he was about to be expelled from the Harry Potter club if he kept talking.

From now on, I'll have to hang out with the Death Eaters.

Hagrid quickly came over, his face full of embarrassment.

After glaring at Owen, he began to soothe Mrs. Maxim.

He knew that bad boy very well; the way he looked at the Titaness wasn't a look of affection, but a look of craving to eat her.

In the Forbidden Forest, he stared at everything that moved—mountains, lakes, flying in the sky, running on the ground—with that same look. He even roasted the giant spider. How could Hagrid not recognize that look?

The unexpected blunder disrupted the atmosphere that Irving had painstakingly created.

The giant volcanoes started arguing.

They made a rumbling sound and spoke in a language the wizard couldn't understand at all.

Seeing this, Irving stopped participating. "Let them argue all they want. I'm talking to the strongest one."

Irving returned to the lakeside, set up a chair, drank tea, and watched the show.

Meanwhile, the quarrels among the volcano tribes quickly escalated into armed clashes.

That's how it is with giants; their strongest warriors are forged in battle, and the mother of that strongest warrior automatically becomes the leader of the tribe.

If the mother is not alive, then the position of leader will fall to one of his other maternal relatives, in short, it will not be related to men.

According to their tradition, the giants believed that the woman who could give birth to the strongest warrior should be the leader.

"Phew!" Owen blew away the steam from his teacup.

The battle over there was somewhat beyond his expectations. First, he hadn't thought it would last so long, more than an hour. Second, Achilles Titan was able to beat up all the other giants in the tribe again, even in his dazed state, without using magic.

For a wizard, such a feat is nothing short of superhuman.

But for the giants...

Especially the British giant Rops Titan, the one-eyed giant. He was the loudest giant present, apart from the Volcano tribe.

Clearly, he had figured out that the tall guy was able to defeat him through external force, and based on the fight just now, this guy was no match for him at all.

That's why he's so angry and furious.

However, Owen, who was watching the show from the sidelines, noticed that Rops Titan's eyes were on the silver-haired giant Amin from beginning to end. This guy must have his eye on Amin's wife, he has the style of Cao Cao.

It's unclear how much of his anger stemmed from his own failure and how much from his desire to become a god of war with his lower body.

"Owen!" Mrs. Maxim walked over.

She still seemed to harbor some resentment towards Irving.

"Now that we've earned the respect of two giant tribes, I'm thinking that if you could get Achilles' magic bracelet and give it to Lops so he can challenge the other giant tribes, our mission might go much smoother."

"It will go smoothly, but there might be some trouble later on—"

The dominance of a single tribe is not a good thing for a wizard.

Especially British wizards.

As a long-established imperialist power, an offshore balancer, and a global troublemaker, the British have an ingrained racial skill of using one enemy to devour another. They absolutely do not want to see a giant unified.

"However, what does that have to do with me! These are things that Miss Granger will have to consider from now on."

All I wanted to do was get home and have lots of kisses and hugs; Irving didn't care about any long-term perspective.

He stood up abruptly and walked over to the Volcano Tribe in a few steps.

"Finished?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of mockery.

It's like people watching a cricket fight, admiring the strongest cricket.

"I cannot grant your request, my son—" the giantess murmured, her eyes filled with reproach as she looked at her son.

"I understand, as the saying goes, even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman!" Owen said in a very amiable manner.

However, the giantess did not show a relieved smile. Her yellowish-brown eyes seemed to be covered by sandstorms, and in the moment when the storm subsided, a sense of fear was revealed.

The fear didn't originate from Owen, but from the silver-haired giantess.

"?" If it were an ordinary wizard, Owen would naturally not be able to notice this instantaneous change in her eyes, but this was a giant, her eyes were like light bulbs, unless he was blind, how could he not see it?

"Tsk—"

Are they the retinue of the Outer Gods?

So it seems that these volcanic tribe giants were lured here by an Outer God.

That magic bracelet must have been a gift from the Outer Gods.

What is the purpose of this?

We can't just be watching the show!

Could it be for him?

Irving pondered for a moment, his emerald green eyes carrying a hint of wickedness.

It shouldn't be. I've only been here for less than two days. The Outer God is just a more powerful wizard. Although he may be overpowered, he is not omniscient or omnipotent. Otherwise, the successor wouldn't need to fight against him.

Therefore, it must be something that the British giants wanted.

With that thought in mind, Owen turned to look at the tent. The ancient magical principle of cause and effect told him that there was no magical fluctuation in the entire British giants' camp, and there were no magical items here.

The only thing that can be described as precious, rare, and exceptional is...

Lops Titan?

The Cyclops has not been born for hundreds of years, so he is indeed a rare find.

Besides, Owen couldn't think of anything that would make the Outer Gods care about these destitute giants who couldn't even afford a few clothes.

"You've come for the Lops Titan?" Owen asked the giantess Amin, who was hiding behind Achilles, bluntly.

They are merely Outer Gods, and even the most powerful among them are only at the level of Koyatl, which he doesn't take seriously.

Upon hearing Owen's question, the giantess named Amin suddenly smiled.

Her silver hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and the wisps of hair on her forehead resembled the base of a calla lily, outlining a heart shape.

"Very clever," a gentle voice rang out.

The giantess named Amin suddenly poked her head out and smiled gently at him.

"Nice to meet you, successor. The supreme will greets you."

She broke free from Achilles' grip and stepped out from behind him.

"What a coincidence," she said. "I never expected to meet the successor here."

"Hmm—thankfully I prepared a gift, otherwise it would have seemed too formal." (Pure English with a Greek accent.)

The giantess said enthusiastically.

Her voice immediately drew the attention of the other giants, but Achilles's foolish mind couldn't understand it, and his face was full of confusion.

The female giant leader looked terrified, her aged head slightly bowed.

"Strange? We'll get to know each other soon enough." Owen smiled coldly. Then, with lightning speed, he drew his wand.

"Origin Stream: Earth Flame!"

The next second, the slightly red spell released a terrifying energy of some kind of plasma.

It arrived in front of the giantess almost the instant she shut her mouth.

"Bang!"

Like a watermelon that had exploded, it was probably because the high temperature evaporated the cerebrospinal fluid, and the steam burst the brain.

The yellow and red ones were scattered all over the ground.

Blood was still oozing from the neck, which was being burned by the high temperature.

The air was filled with the smell of fresh meat being roasted.

It was pungent and carried some kind of curse. A cloud of mist gradually rose from the giantess who had fallen to the ground and turned into a corpse, transforming into various spore-like plants in the air.

"roar!!!"

Achilles' eyes turned red instantly, and the nearly forty-foot-tall giant let out a thunderous roar, his bulging muscles slamming violently towards Owen.

"Avada!"

The dark green light suddenly brightened, as if it had outshone even the radiant sunlight.

"Take my life!!!"

Death raised his scythe high and silently swung it, severing Achilles' soul.

With another "boom," another giant fell to the ground.

Owen sneered, looking at the headless corpse of the giant Amin. "Isn't it cooked now?"

Then he waved his wand again.

The blazing flames, like a tornado, directly ignited Amin's corpse and the spore-like mist in the air.

The raging fire burned fiercely, illuminating Irving's gloomy face in a bright red light.

Along with the burning flames, the rage of the volcanic tribe's giants also raged.

"What have you done!" the female giant leader cried out in anguish, and behind her, the tall giant warriors, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, pounced on her like hungry wolves hunting their prey.

Another green light.

Yet another life has been embraced by death.

Death smiled.

He coldly watched the remaining giants.

It seems to be saying, who wants to be next?

Anger was suppressed by fear, and all the giants stopped in their tracks.

They were stunned for a moment, staring at Irving as if he were a god.

"I don't need to explain to you."

He tilted his head back, his eyes pulsating with a violent rage.

"Owen!" It was Mrs. Maxim's voice. She was terrified and froze for a moment, which led to the tragedy.

"There's no need to explain to you," Irving said calmly, turning around. "Professor."

(End of this chapter)