When he heard that he couldn't be the teacher of the magical creature protection class, Hagrid's heart was like a beating stick, and he couldn't breathe all the time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It wasn't until he heard that dangerous creatures could be cultivated that Hagrid's breath came to his senses.

His mood was like going through a roller coaster, and he asked timidly and expectantly, "Can I raise a fire dragon?"

George said calmly, "If you're sure you have what it takes." I guess that's one of the options that could be considered. Of course, the premise is that you can take adequate precautions. ”

George said slowly, "It's going to be a hassle, if you want to raise a fire dragon." You'll need to go through a series of audits, and you'll first have to have a thorough understanding of all the situations and habits of fire dragons in the Department of Magic, which manages dangerous species. ”

"After that, you can need to do an internship in a job related to the fire dragon, after which you will have the possibility to raise the fire dragon. ”

"I'll do all of that. ”

Hagrid didn't seem to understand the difficulty of these things.

He said excitedly, "I will definitely become a qualified fire dragon breeder, and I may be able to pick up Noble back then." ”

The thought of being able to raise a fire dragon, the thought of being able to pick up Noble, he had forgotten any unhappiness, forgotten any problems.

"Good luck then. George said calmly, "But none of this can be done in a short period of time. You must ensure that the dangerous species you cultivate are vetted accordingly. ”

"Of course, of course. ”

Hagrid happily patted his chest and assured.

George shrugged, disapproving Hagrid's assurance.

He returned his gaze to the three Harrys, "Alright, that's the end of the story, you're done seeing Hagrid." ”

Seeing George's urging, Harry and the others immediately rushed to say goodbye to Hagrid.

After the three Harry said goodbye to Hagrid, George led them back to the castle.

......

The next morning.

The sky is clear and cloudless.

After breakfast, George left school and went to the vicinity of the Sudetenland Mountains in Poland.

When George found the valley where Hagrid had seen the giant, there was no sign of the giant there.

Hagrid had lost too much time. At this time, the valley was empty and silent.

In the valley, four high mountains form a depression, and in the middle of the depression, there is a mountain lake.

The clear water of the lake reflects the blue of the sky, like a mirror like a sapphire.

Looking at the scenery, George could imagine that this would be a scenic spot if it had not been spoiled by giants.

Nowadays, around the lake, there are all kinds of foreign debris that do not match the blue and beautiful surface of the lake.

Broken skeletons of cattle and sheep, huge footprints, all kinds of potholes and gravel, crushed shrubs.

"Bones beckoned!"

George waved his wand and uttered the incantation, under his spell. Some broken human bones flew out of the lake, from the cave, out of the rubble.

The white bones that gathered together, like iron nails attracted by magnets, formed a high pile of human bones in front of him.

Although George couldn't see how many people this tall pile of human bones belonged to. But with this evidence, at least he was able to convince himself to make some cruel decisions.

From the fires, which were washed away by the rain and covered with mud, it can be seen that the giants have been gone for a long time.

If it is a normal investigation, the clues at this time have been completely broken.

But the good thing is that George is a wizard, and a powerful wizard at that.

His tracking methods are not limited to normal tracking.

"Go find your enemies, vent your grudges, tear their hearts, drink their blood. ”

George waved his wand like a note from hell, and the terrifying spell carried the breath of the undead, causing the weeds around him to freeze and wither.

The holy ghostly fire burst forth on the high pile of bones.

The five-meter-tall ghost fire was like a monster with teeth and claws, with a cold whiteness.

Under the scorching of the ghost fire without temperature, the tall pile of human bones melted and reorganized under the flames.

The white bones have all turned into vengeful crows.

Hundreds of crows, like birds flying out of the flock, flew out in all directions like arrows.

"Scrape, scrape, scrape!"

Those vengeful messengers who have returned from hell are shouting to cut their enemies with a thousand swords. They have scarlet eyeballs and shiny black wings.

They searched the sky and the earth for the slightest trace of their enemies.

"Go find your enemies, vent your grudges, tear their hearts, drink their blood. ”

With the wave of George's wand, those vengeful crows scattered into the boundless sky.

It didn't take long for those vengeful crows to converge into a black river and fly towards the west.

George unfurled a pair of streamer fire wings, chasing the black river in the sky, and flew towards the west.

The flight lasted about half an hour.

In a valley on the border between Poland and the Netherlands.

Black rivers fell from the sky, like heavenly punishment, and black lightning burrowed into the valley with a heart of punishment and revenge.

George followed, and as he folded his wings, he fell into the valley.

I saw those vengeful crows, desperately pecking at the giants with their sword-like beaks.

There were only about forty giants in the valley, half as many as Hagrid had seen for the first time.

It seems that even these days, those giants have not forgotten to fight each other.

At this time, those giants were scrambling to deal with a sudden attack from the sky.

They waved their hands, two big hands like a fan, and waved vigorously in front of them.

It's like banishing mosquitoes, like chasing flies, and their movements are always late.

"Scrape, scrape, scrape!"

The crows deftly dodged the giants' attacks, launching attack after attack. They were constantly attacking on the giant's body, and their faces were constantly attacking.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The giants let out inexplicable roars, and they uprooted small trees from the ground and smashed them at the crows with sticks full of foliage.

The ravens are like sharp arrows, like lightning in the wind and waves, and they launch a desperate attack from every gap in the giant's attack.

They climbed the giant's face and climbed the giant's head. They grabbed the giant's hair, they tore at the giant's face, they pecked the giant's eyes.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The giants, who had lost their sight, turned into crazy beasts, waving their trunks and grasping at everything they could vent and bite.

Their huge slaps, waving wildly over their bodies, crumpled one crow after another into white powder.

The number of crows is getting smaller and smaller, and they are desperate to attack their enemies.

Like moths to a fire, they launch suicidal attacks, and they go on and on, and they go on and on.

Slowly, the crows turned into white powder under the attack of the giants.