The large brass teapot whistled and a large hand lifted the teapot from the fire despite the scorching flames, and a cup of hot tea was held in both hands, and the strange smell that permeated Harry's mouth was finally suppressed after drinking the grass soup made with Centaur herbs.

"It's a good feeling to be alive...."

Harry, lying on his back on the grass, let out a long exhale as he looked at the stars shining in the night sky, and he rolled over and looked in Hagrid's direction with his head propped up in his arms.

"Although there is an element of my own death, Hagrid's 'a little pain' is definitely a big problem!"

"Uh....." Hagrid muttered, "what's a little painful?" ”

"That's what you said, the one who injects magic into the body."

Harry slapped his forehead, and Hagrid had forgotten about it.

"Oh... Oh! ”

Hagrid, who suddenly realized, finally remembered what was going on, "That's what you're talking about, it's really just a little painful." ”

He spread his hands a little innocently, "If it's too dangerous, I definitely won't let you use this method to become stronger, that's what I did in the first place." ”

"Control the magic and stuff it into the muscles and bones, and when it's full, the strength will increase, and as for the pain..."

Hagrid, who had thought hard for a moment, gave his way of measuring it.

"It's probably the kind of pain that hurts when you are bitten by a Carmera beast, you are probably not used to it for the first time, but I am different, when I first fought the valley with the centaurs, I was bitten dozens of times, maybe I was used to this feeling at that time."

Listening to Hagrid's unseemly words, Harry fell into silence helplessly.

"It's because I think too much of myself...."

Harry sat up and hugged his face, his two very different beginnings from Hagrid made him have no idea of comparison.

Even if Hagrid wasn't as strong as he is now, Hagrid is a half-blood giant! At the age of sixteen, he is a super big man who is three meters tall! The kind with arms thicker than your waist.

Even Astarte, who had undergone nineteen transformational surgeries, had not grown to three meters, and the terrifying size that had already surpassed the limits of human physiology was the great power that the part of his body that belonged to the giant's bloodline brought him.

What is a giant? A highly intelligent humanoid magical creature whose fecundity can be compared to human beings, whose survivability is completely explosive, and who also has the ability to cast spells in addition to their great strength, if it weren't for the fact that their minds were always full of thoughts of killing, slashing, eating, and recklessness, and there was no order required to form a civilization, otherwise the real masters of this planet might be them, not humans.

You must know that even if the giants are mixed-blood, their offspring are also born with magical powers, even if they are mixed with Muggles, the offspring born are 100% magical mixed-blood giants, although their talent in magic may be as bad as that of a squib, but having magic and not having magic are two different things, not to mention the huge gap in physical fitness.

As for wizards and Muggle hybrids, the probability that their offspring have magical power is at most five or five, and the bloodline of wizards is far less stable than that of giants, nor is it as aggressive as giants.

But because they lost the possibility of establishing civilization, the giants lost the ability to compete with humans, and they were constantly driven away, and finally ended up in the deep mountains and old forests.

Seeing that Harry was in a state of frustration, Hagrid tried to comfort him, but halfway through his hand, he didn't know what to say, and his stupidity was probably one of Hagrid's weaknesses.

"You don't need to comfort my Hagrid." A small hand patted Hagrid's hand the size of the lid of a garbage can, and after a moment of frustration, Harry looked up at him.

"I'm too weak to blame, if I can hold back the pain, maybe ....."

Harry paused.

"Wait, I'll try this."

Feeling a felt, Harry patted his ass and stood up as he walked over to the stake that Hagrid had used to hang the horned camel, then leaped hard and grabbed the top of the stake with one hand.

As a good rock climber, Harry's kung fu has been practiced at home, and some rock crevices are as wide as a centimeter, and many times Harry needs to hold on to such a small place.

After climbing to the top of the wooden post, Harry slowly let go of his fingers, and pressed all the weight of more than 100 catties on his little finger, the sound of breathing began to become heavy in just a few seconds, and the trembling right arm burst out of green tendons, even if he had been professionally trained, but this pressure was too heavy for a single finger.

But after hitting the ground, with just a little catch of breath, Harry jumped up again, and this time, he switched to his left hand.

The same weight was hung on one finger, but the left hand performed much better than the right hand, and he lasted nearly a third more time than the last time, and after confirming this, Harry couldn't help but smile excitedly.

"Hagrid, your method works!"

Harry took a few steps forward and grabbed Hagrid's hand, "Although it hurts a little bit, it hurts a little, but I'm really getting stronger!" ”

"Refine the magic into the muscles!"

Harry, gritting his teeth, said viciously, with a somewhat cruel expression that made Hagrid worry.

"But you can't bear it, you just hurt like that, maybe it's really over if you do it again."

"Then cut off the pain nerve, anyway, the magic can be connected, even if it is blown up, the big deal is to drink a bottle of potion!"

But speaking of this, Harry shuddered violently, and his previous ambition disappeared in an instant, he subconsciously touched the bag on his chest, and his weak legs made him silently close his mouth and sit next to Hagrid.

"Potions.... Forget the potions, at least you can't drink this...."

"That's going to die...."

"But whatever!" Harry's eyes seemed to light up as he regained his strength.

"As long as I can get through it! I'll be stronger than I am now! ”

"But why?" Hagrid frowned, he didn't understand why Harry would take such a risk to do something that didn't seem to make sense.

"You're a wizard, Harry." Hagrid spoke earnestly and persuasively, "You are not like me, I can't use magic, but you can, I heard Professor Flitwick say that you are one of the most gifted students he has ever met, and you have the potential to become a dueling master." ”

"Why do you want to do such a thing, you obviously have a better choice."

"Because I'm scared, Hagrid."

Harry, who sighed slightly, sat closer to Hagrid, Hagrid's generous body gave people a sense of security, which was a sense of security brought by absolute power, more intuitive than powerful magic.

"Last week, when Professor Grindelwald gave us our first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, he said, 'We're running out of time, kids.'"

"And then Professor Flitwick told me something." Harry was silent for a moment, and after sensing that the magic contract would not be touched, he spoke again, after all, Hagrid was not a young wizard in the first and second years, he had been in Hogwarts for at least six years.

"The professor told me about the demons, an enemy that wizards have always had to fight."

"But the professor said that the wizarding world had been peaceful for too long."

"Although I didn't have much time to look up the information, I asked the senior senior, and he told me that the Triwizard Tournament had been interrupted for centuries, and it just so happened that at that point in time, there were very few records of the war against the demons, and I briefly flipped through the "History of Magical Wars", and this time was correct."

"But the Triwizard Tournament is back, twelve years ago, with Professor Grindelwald, Professor Dumbledore, and many powerful archmages advocating the resumption of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Is this a coincidence? Or is it a foreshadowing? ”

"What does the return of Triwizard Tournament represent? What is this contest for? ”

"I don't know about the former, but I understand the latter, the Triwizard Tournament is to select the strongest new generation wizards, and the Triwizard Tournament is also to select the strongest new generation team."

"Professor Grindelwald has emphasized 'teamwork', 'discipline', and 'collaboration' more than once, and I think this is definitely not untargeted, as a powerful wizard whose reputation and strength have reached its peak, he will never talk nonsense."

"Since time is running out, since wizards like him are worried about it."

"Then I, who is 10,000 times weaker than him, what can I use to protect myself when I encounter the irresistible torrent of the times?"

"The only thing I can do is to get stronger, keep getting stronger, so that I have enough strength to fight the difficulties or disasters that I am going to face."

"Before you came to Hogwarts, when you came to my house, Aunt Petunia said that my mother told her 'something has to be done,' and it was her, and now, it's me."

"I don't believe in fate or fate, but there are always some things in the world that can only be done by a certain type of person."

"Maybe I'm one of those people."

Harry smiled slightly, smiling freely.

"Since my life is destined to be wonderful, let's make it even more dazzling."

"I'll be careful when I go back, Hagrid, don't worry, reckless this time, next time I'll be more cautious."

"Maybe in the future, after I've done what you've done, I'll have a new name."

"Harry Astarte Potter."

"England Superman in the truest sense of the word."

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