I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 347 First Encounter with the Gods - The Starfall Legion

As he spoke, his wand twitched slightly, and a magical bracelet on the wrist of a corpse named Achilles automatically detached. It then floated into his hand.

"Whether forced or voluntary, death is inevitable when you and your tribe step into that realm," Owen said, frowning.

A strong alarm sounded regarding the causal nature of ancient magic.

It was as if a thousand bells were ringing in his ears.

Something is coming.

A strong sense of unease rose within Irving.

He stood still, clasping his hands together. He turned to look at the endless snow-capped mountain range in the distance, which resembled a spine.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, the giants of the volcano tribe all prostrated themselves and knelt down, their bodies trembling violently.

Irving, on the other hand, pulled out Weasley's gadgets.

Holographic telescope.

Point the telescope at the distant snow-capped mountains, and then a beam of light shines out from the origin device at the top.

A holographic image appeared before everyone's eyes.

That's a view of the snow-capped mountains.

It truly felt as if they were standing atop a snow-capped mountain.

Irving reached out and zoomed in on a certain area.

The outline of the snow-capped mountain is relatively gentle, gradually becoming steeper as it rises, like several peaks piled up. Its top is covered with white snow, resembling a huge cloud, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

At this moment, many black dots suddenly appeared on the snow-capped mountains.

One, two, three, ten, one hundred.

Countless black dots surged toward them like an avalanche on the lakeshore.

Zoom in on the image again.

The snow-capped mountains were enlarged.

Then an army appeared before him, an army clad in armor and wielding all sorts of weapons.

Each of them was as tall as Hagrid.

His body was covered with all sorts of tumor-like growths.

"A furnace of life?"

This is a common atavism phenomenon in organisms during the early stages of life when they were dividing into different evolutionary stages.

In the early days, this was seen as a sacred symbol, because atavism meant that an individual had an advantage over others in some way. In chaotic times, such individuals were often able to lead their tribe to survive and acquire resources.

Even today, giants still have such traditions, such as the Hundred-Handed Giant and the Cyclops.

However, with the establishment of civilization, such creatures covered in hard horns, fleshy buds, and mixed-race individuals were regarded as deformed, an ominous sign, and a defilement.

Over thousands of years of history, they were long ago abandoned by intelligent races.

Now, so many ominous signs have suddenly appeared.

An ominous feeling enveloped Irving.

All of this reminded him of a person, or rather, a god.

"What a wonderful gift!"

His guess seems to be true.

The moment this army of ominous children appeared, Owen knew he had unwittingly been caught up in some of Zhi's schemes.

The reasoning is simple: how could it be possible to build up such an army in just one or two days?

Although magic is synonymous with miracles, it must still abide by basic laws; it's impossible to conjure an army out of thin air.

"Ding ding ding!"

A sharp chime rang out.

The entire giant camp was in an uproar.

One second they were still in shock at the terrifying magic of the little wizard Owen.

The next second, they were on the verge of survival or extinction.

"roar!"

"Bang!"

A strong tremor shook the earth.

Ripples spread across the surface of the lake.

Behind them, beyond the crumbling city walls, came a dozen or so towering giant warriors, clad in simple armor and wielding spears, charging towards them like mountains.

The sound of the bell continued.

The giants were ready for battle.

For a race like theirs, where war is etched into their very being, gathering, fighting, and dying are as commonplace and inevitable as the rising and setting of the sun.

"Rops—" Igor Titan called out to his son.

Her child is too young.

According to the giant's age, he was not yet an adult.

His youthful exuberance and recklessness were on full display.

She went into the tent, and then quickly came out again.

When he came out, he was wearing a giant dragon scale armor.

Armor made from the hardest scales of dragons is one of the most powerful defensive items in the magical world.

The thick scale armor in Igor Titan's hands, over thirty feet long, is an even rarer treasure.

This must be a trace left over from the most glorious era of the British Giants.

"Lead your people, and do not rush forward recklessly." She draped the scale armor over her son and then solemnly admonished him.

"Mmm-hmm—" Lops nodded, flames burning in his single eye.

He'd been holding back a lot of pent-up frustration and was just looking for a good place to vent.

Then, he roared, clenched his fist, and raised his arm in a shout. The giants surged like a raging wave, crashing into the deadly sea of ​​the snow-capped mountains.

but--

"Don't waste your energy." Owen walked over, having already put away the magic telescope.

At this moment, he was examining the magic bracelet he was holding in his right hand.

It was inscribed with many strange runes, some of which he had never even seen before.

This thing is definitely very ancient, probably at least two thousand years old.

"The legion of Forge Life has considerable magical abilities. I can sense it. Over there—below the snow mountain, the magic is like a torrent. Your people cannot withstand it. Even if there are five or ten times more people, the outcome will be the same."

What Irving said is true.

The magical net surrounding him, the intense fluctuations from the moment the Hundred-Faced Legion appeared, almost knocked him unconscious. Sometimes being sensitive to magic isn't a good thing, just like someone with an extremely sensitive sense of smell would be unable to tolerate a septic tank.

"Follow the vines and escape downhill!" he said.

"There's no escaping it!" Igor Titan's brow furrowed, her face filled with sorrow. "The lake that nourishes the vines is one-way—you can only come in, but you can't get out."

"Isn't this just a prison? Does a wizard have the ability to bind you all like that?"

Honestly, Owen didn't quite believe that this sky island was entirely built by wizards; it seemed incredibly inefficient. Wizards didn't need to. If they had that kind of power, why would they need to imprison anything? They could just exterminate the giants.

"No—this place was once the Garden of Eden for the giants, and legend has it that giants were born here."

But the wizard changed some of the magical rules here.

"They turned Eden into a prison," Ego Titan said bitterly.

The battle between wizards and giants has lasted for thousands of years, and the rights and wrongs of the matter are difficult to determine.

Pure-blood wizards like Ron still have stories circulating about giants eating people and having a fondness for young, tender wizards.

However, the way to deal with the giant still puzzled Irving.

What can you gain from imprisoning a group, besides garnering more hatred?

No wonder the Death Eaters could incite these giants with just a few words.

"I can take some giants with me, but no more than ten at most." Owen glanced at Mrs. Maxim and Hagrid beside him.

And Hagrid's dimwitted brother.

The door key also has its limits; the mass of the teleported object cannot exceed a certain number, otherwise the magic will collapse.

"Yeah?"

Owen's words brought some hope to the giantess, who gazed at her son, the tribe's most powerful giant.

Then he turned to look at the little giants playing in the water on the lakeside, watching the adults suddenly become nervous and at a loss.

Tribes flowed through her eyes.

After a moment, she had her answer: "Please take all the children with you. That way you can take more, and they'll be easier to hide outside."

Suddenly, the midday sun dimmed a bit, the sun hung low on the horizon, and the earth seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, as if it were sunset.

I contemplate the vastness of heaven and earth.

A sense of sorrow arose spontaneously.

The giantess named Ego Titan closed her eyes and accepted her fate.

"Um—me"

Irving's mouth was open, as if he was about to say something—

But the moment he opened his mouth, the space in front of him suddenly began to distort, as if something was being squeezed out.

Suddenly, four or five people appeared out of thin air in the same spot.

"Here you must obey my orders, Harry. I'm telling you, this is nothing like school!"

Sirius's cheerful voice reached Owen's ears, along with those of Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the long-absent Professor Lupin.

"." Irving's expression immediately turned sour.

Dog Godfather!

You've picked a really good time!

"Irving?" Professor Lupin smiled gently at him as he walked over. "You've grown so tall in the year I haven't seen you."

Before you know it, the boy is already five feet six or seven inches (175 cm).

For a 15-year-old, this height is already far beyond that of his peers.

Last year in the castle, his battle with that vampire monster was still fresh in his mind; he had heard that Dumbledore later called that creature the Deadborn.

This year, due to the tournament, he actually returned to Hogwarts at the Dragon Gate and Black Lake Gate to serve as a guard.

However, since he had to evade a wizard and transform into a werewolf every month, he deliberately stayed away from these young wizards.

After that, he became Dumbledore's liaison, in charge of some matters in North America.

I came back this time to discuss something with Dumbledore, and I happened to run into Sirius Black.

"Professor." Irving's smile faltered.

What a coincidence!

"Don't talk, let's get out of here first," he said.

"No, I'm going to stay and help them," Mrs. Maxim suddenly said, drawing her wand and looking at Owen with a complex mix of reproach, anger, confusion, and hatred in her eyes.

It seems that his fatal curse had a great impact on her.

"Don't push yourself, Professor. Even if you use up all the magic in your body, you won't slow down that legion by the slightest. There are tens of thousands of them."

"Then I choose to die a glorious death in battle," Mrs. Maxim said with a very firm attitude.

Her eyes burned with fire, her elegant figure exuded a strong sense of stubbornness.

"And what about your students?"

"They will be proud of my choice!"

"This is a glorious mission. Our fragmented lives and fragmented worlds always need a moment of courage to charge towards death, even if it seems foolish."

But it is this spirit that distinguishes us from them and the dark wizards!

I don't know why Dumbledore was so tolerant of you, even though your hands are stained with blood. But I'm different. Beauxbatons' teachings taught me that I must never leave at this time. Professor Nicolas Flamel taught me never to let myself be in a state of self-blame and regret.

Regret is like poison, slowly intoxicating your life. Don't let yourself get too deeply poisoned, Kyrie.

Enough is enough!

Without hesitation, Mrs. Maxim drew her wand and, like the foolish madmen of Gryffindor, strode forward toward the snow-capped mountains, toward the glorious mission in her heart, toward the heights of her soul.

"What's wrong with her?"

Sirius stepped forward and looked at Mrs. Maxim with a puzzled expression.

"She's possessed by Gryffindor," Owen said calmly.

Finally, the somber atmosphere at the scene led the two professors to discover the ominous army lurking in the snow-capped mountains.

Then, Hagrid began to explain to them what had just happened.

When Owen killed the giantess named Armin, which led to the disaster, Sirius and Lupin couldn't help but cast accusatory glances at him.

However, neither of them made any accusations.

They all knew more or less about the Outer Gods, and Sirius Black, along with Hermione, Harry, Dumbledore, and Owen, had even entered the Tower of Divinity in the cave where Voldemort's Horcruxes were buried.

Clearly, the "supreme will" mentioned by the giant woman is probably the name of the Outer God.

The little witch also came over.

She also struggles with some of Kyrie Irving's choices.

This troubling feeling has persisted since first grade, and she has never made excuses for the "evil" things the boy has done, nor has she comforted herself by saying that he has some unspeakable secret.

But deep down she believed that Irving was a good person.

However, his kindness was never manifested in his magic.

"Chapter 7, Section 12 of 'Deciphering Ancient Alchemy' records a potion recipe. That recipe brought a disaster to the Nordic region," she said.

Then Owen picked up where she left off: "Courage Booster, a magic potion recipe invented by the wizard Wickham to arouse emotions."

When he was young, he watched as a group of wizards killed a village of Muggles. Out of fear, he hid in a well and did nothing.

That night, the screams of Muggles echoed throughout the night, and from then on, that sound became his nightmare.

For the rest of his life, he condemned himself and despised his cowardice. He hoped to invent a potion to enhance courage, but it was later proven that his potion could only turn the user into an irrational monster. This potion formula later spread throughout the Nordic region and was used as poison by black wizards to drive those wizards who opposed them mad.

Wickham ultimately committed suicide out of remorse and guilt. He buried himself alive in the well that had protected him.

"Alright, Miss Granger, I know what you want to say." Owen rubbed Hermione's cheek.

"Let me tell you, I didn't want to do this at all. It's just to stop the Outer Gods' plan, not to save anyone."

He grabbed Bakal off the crown from his head.

He gave Hermione a long, deep look.

He tossed Bakkar into the air.

The dragon took flight into the sky quite consciously, and then its wingspan revealed its true form.

The dragon, over forty feet long, resembled wings that could shake the heavens.

The hurricane, propelled by wings, swept away everything around it.

The next second, Sirocco used Apparition to teleport to the back of the dragon.

Once seated, Bakal flapped his wings and, like an arrow, sped toward the Ominous Legion.

The wind howled past.

Her long, silver hair danced in the air.

Its emerald green eyes gazed upon the earth.

The snow-capped mountains, once pristine white, have been trodden with countless black paths.

The ominous signs, those hideous, tumor-like appearances, gleamed with a faint, earthy yellow light, the light stretching endlessly like flames.

Suddenly, a smell of sulfur compounds filled the air.

It was faint; perhaps the strong wind in the sky had dispersed the scent, but even so, Irving could still smell some of it.

"Phew—is it going to rain?"

The thick, dark clouds around him had severely obscured his vision.

Irving had no choice but to have Bakkar lower the altitude.

It was getting dark.

Ghosts and monsters roam freely.

They finally arrived above the Ominous Legion. Owen then began his first attempt, exerting all his strength to unleash a spell.

"Source Magic—"

The crystal wand, condensed with infinite magical power, suddenly revealed the Milky Way high in the sky.

The Milky Way was like a shimmering string of pearls, dazzling and mysterious. The stars shone brightly, as if they were visitors from outer space. In the blink of an eye, countless stars seemed to fall dreamily beside the boy.

Owen continued to unleash the ancient magic without limit; this time, he would fully utilize this legendary spell.

"Origin: Starfall of Creation!!!"

Suddenly, streaks of meteors streaked across the sky, and the low-lying nebula could no longer support the amber stars that were about to fall.

After a series of booming sounds, the starlight rained down on the ground.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be drowning in the silence of destruction. There was no sound in their ears, and all they could see were tiny stardust flying everywhere. They could only watch as death and destruction descended, and then give up their lives.

There's nothing else we can do.

"roar!"

The giants have only just emerged from the forest.

When they looked up, they saw stars falling, and the sky seemed to have shattered.

Seeing the dragon roar, the white creature seemed to be a reappearance of the myth passed down from generation to generation by my mother.

When they saw the human figures on the dragon, all the giants knew that they were witnessing the wrath of the gods.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Countless amber stars fell, leaving scars on the earth. The Ominous Legion suffered a devastating blow almost instantly.

A shower of stars stretching for 600 feet (200 meters) in length and width.

It truly could be called the end of the world.

"Bang!"

Another ominous child was struck by a meteor, and its entire body turned into a bloody pulp.

Even the blood was evaporated.

The star-shaped amber that fell to the ground shattered into countless fragments, which were then pushed away by the impact.

The surrounding soldiers were instantly caught in the crossfire.

But before they could struggle or dodge...

More star-shaped amber pieces fell, like jewels, trailing blue-purple smoke, and crashed heavily to the ground.

Those that struggled, suffered, and didn't even have time to scream, all became part of the earth.

(End of this chapter)