The little warmth that Van Lin had brought with him because he hugged Hermione tightly was completely gone.

The rose garden is still so warm, and the stars in the sky are unreservedly releasing their brightness.

Yes, without a trace of dark clouds.

The night sky above is magical, no matter how long it takes, a year or two.

As long as the magic doesn't dissipate, the night sky here will always be like this!

However, these things were nowhere near as shocking as Hagrid's brain had given to Van Lin.

It's not courtship at all, it's death......

Hagrid was really stupid, his head was stuffed with Hagrid's own rock crust cake.

Such an important matter is said so unscrupulously here.

No one can guarantee how many people are around and how many will be able to hear.

While Hermione and Van Lin were hiding, Fleur and Davis were walking this way, and maybe the two of them would hear it.

One thing is certain, Van Lin naturally has no doubts about the giant's voice, even if Hagrid has deliberately lowered his voice.

Perhaps everyone heard it, Hagrid was so careless that he didn't even hear the sound of Van Lin and Hermione falling to the ground.

Tomorrow, perhaps, the news will spread throughout the school.

There is no doubt that this will be a relay ball of explosive news.

It's a great thing for a half-blood giant to teach at Hogwarts.

There was no need for Hagrid to make any mistakes, as soon as this kind of news was announced, the difficulty of Dumbledore trying to keep him immediately increased by several notches.

Half-blood giants are not taboo, but half-blood giants are indeed a category that is absolutely excluded by wizards.

Van Lin knew the identities of the two of them early on.

Madame Maxim, and Hagrid, it can be said that in the entire wizarding world, there are only two of them who can be active in front of everyone.

Hagrid was protected by Dumbledore, and Lady Maxim was good enough.

Most importantly, this can be prevaricated by some evil curse.

As Madame Maxim said, she's just a big skeleton.

Although this reason is very nonsense, as far as Van Lin knows, he can find no less than ten ways to make a person become Madame Maxim or Hagrid.

However, even so, such an identity cannot be used as a stated fact at all.

Van Lin didn't know what reason Madame Maxim had found for everyone to accept this fact, but at least Maxim was a very good headmistress to the outside.

And Hagrid, who is nothing, and he doesn't speak through his brain.

Even Harry could recognize that Hagrid was speaking inappropriately.

It was a giant, an ugly and dirty representative, something like a mountain monster.

Truth be told, Van Lin doesn't have a good idea of these creatures.

He had read some material about the war of giants, brutal, bloody, and irrational.

Van Lin wondered if their huge heads were all stuffed with muscles.

The giants should be glad that God has given a race a strong enough body, otherwise the mere lack of social structure would have been enough for them to destroy several times.

In fact, the giants are the oldest race in mythology, and all the gods have the blood of the giants, they are not very intelligent, but they are loyal. They are clumsy in their movements, but they are mighty.

They are sparsely populated, but they can be ten with one.

They are the Giants. The tall physique and hard movements give the trust of the comrades and make the enemy terrifying. They are the best warriors, they believe that strength can solve everything, and in their eyes, there is no invincible enemy, no wall that cannot be destroyed. In their dictionary, there is no retreat, no despair, no depression, not that they are optimistic, but that they are naturally strong. Their favorite is the enemy's walls, which are a headache for other races, and their bodies are weapons in their own right, making them vulnerable in the eyes.

Of course, such a giant race has been wiped out in the long river of history.

Van Lin had imagined the glorious civilization of giants countless times, and that was the time of Edenn.

And now the giants have long lost the glory of their ancestors.

Terrible magic levels, and a brain that has degenerated to the extreme.

This may be due to the suppression of the whole world, but it does not hide the terrible nature of the giant race today.

Most importantly, at the time of the last wizarding war, the Giants had been classified as dark creatures, and they were at the behest of Lord Voldemort.

That's why they're really being attacked.

Hermione also looked shocked, and Van Lin could visibly feel the girl's body stiffen in his arms.

The girl's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

Panic, to be exact.

She tilted her head back unconsciously, and the news that Hagrid was a half-blood giant was a little too shocking.

Neither of them spoke, but the ugly face naturally hung on their faces.

Van Lin suddenly felt a little annoyed, why did he bring Hermione here, he chose any place, or rather, directly created one with magic, these are better than coming here and being constantly ruined.

Hagrid was still sitting on the bench, looking at her departing back. The night was too dark for Van Lin to read his expression, or rather, Hagrid lowered his head and buried it all in his wide palms.

It wasn't Hagrid's fault at all, he just carefully held everything and all his secrets in front of Madame Maxim.

However, Hagrid should also know that this in itself is a mistake.

He's a wizard, and since Hagrid is living as a wizard, Hagrid must follow the wizarding rules, unless Hagrid can really change anything in the wizarding world.

It was an impossible task, and even one as strong as Dumbledore could not do anything about it.

The Wizengamot has a clear rule that the giants are planned to be in the camp of dark creatures.

Giants are not goblins, they don't have such good brains.

Hermione and Van Lin heard Hagrid's sobs, and there was no doubt that this was not what Hagrid wanted, no matter how stupid he was, Hagrid was not unaware of his surroundings.

Maxim was so cold that it was like a snowy night outside the castle.

After a while, he also stood up and walked away. Not in the direction of the castle, but in the direction of his cottage, disappearing into the darkness.