Chapter 467 Hagrid’S Brother

When it dawned the next day, Hagrid and Madame Maxime set off early and headed to the giant's camp again.

From a distance, they saw the huge figure of Kakus standing in the center of the camp, eagerly waiting for their arrival.

Hagrid held a dazzling helmet in his hand and walked forward side by side with Madame Maxime.

Crafted by the goblins, this helmet is not only elegant and smooth, but also almost incredibly strong.

It shines with metallic luster and shines in the sun. It is not only a piece of armor, but also a priceless work of art.

Arriving in front of Cacus, Hagrid presented the helmet to him.

The moment Karkus saw the helmet, a drunken look flashed in his eyes.

He opened his ugly mouth, held his helmet in both hands and shouted excitedly, letting out a roar of laughter.

Moholt stood aside and translated Kakus's words: "Kakus is willing to accept your friendship and invites you to sit down and talk."

Kakus kept playing with the helmet, looking like he couldn't put it down. The eternally burning Gubrai fairy fire was tied high to the stone wall behind him as a beacon for the camp.

During the conversation, although Cacus didn't speak much, he would show a serious look whenever Hagrid conveyed Dumbledore's words, and his occasional questions also showed that he was full of interest in Dumbledore.

The giants had actually heard of Dumbledore's name for a long time. They knew that the wizard was on the side of the giants and had opposed the killing of the last giants in Britain.

Therefore, when Hagrid and Madame Maxime mentioned Dumbledore, these giants cast friendly and curious eyes.

Some older giants were also attracted. They sat around the campfire and listened to Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim's stories.

It can be seen from their dress that these giants have been in contact with human society and know some English.

They listened attentively, and occasionally exchanged a few words in the giant's language, obviously showing a strong interest in the conversation.

When Hagrid and Madame Maxime left, Cacus personally walked them to the gate of the camp.

They agreed hopefully to bring another gift to Kakus tomorrow.

Not far from the small cave where Hagrid and Madame Maxime lived, Bingwen also found a hidden cave as his hiding place.

He sat quietly in the cave, listening intently to the sound of wind coming from a distance.

Suddenly, a slight noise broke the silence, and a gray owl flew in with fluttering wings and a letter tied to its feet.

Levin quickly untied the letter and read it.

The letter was from Lucius Malfoy, whose distinctive serpentine handwriting stood out on the parchment.

The letter mentioned that the Death Eaters had inquired about Hagrid's gift to Cacus during the day. Cacus seemed to be very interested in Dumbledore's words, which made them very anxious. They plan to take action in advance, provoke a civil war among the giants early tomorrow morning, and create chaos.

Malfoy warned Levin at the end of the letter that the giant's war was cruel and crazy, and he must be careful.

After reading the letter, Levin's face became solemn.

He stood up, walked out of the cave, and returned to the spruce tree he had chosen before.

The spruce trees towered into the sky, and their dense foliage provided him with excellent cover.

Levin lay quietly on the branches, patiently observing the movements in the valley.

From here, you can have a panoramic view of the giants' camp. He watched the giants' mountain-like shadows move across the valley.

Not long after, the slight sound of the sun array caught Guowen's attention.

He turned around and saw Oriana, the clockwork maid, appearing quietly behind him.

She bowed and reported in a low voice: "Master, according to your instructions, I asked the clockwork scout to follow Moholt. He met a total of twelve giants, but only one young giant matched your description. . He called the young giant 'Glop', just like you did."

In terms of blood relationship, Grawp is Hagrid's half-brother, but he is a pure-blood giant, the child of his mother and a giant.

A glint flashed in Levin's eyes. It seemed that Moholt was indeed related to Hagrid's younger brother.

Levin decided to meet Moholt and Graup in person.

Soon, his and Oriana's figures quickly disappeared, leaving only the sound of the wind gently blowing through the spruce trees echoing in the valley.

Moholt is indeed very old, and the traces of time are deeply engraved on his dark and wrinkled face.

Although he is still tall, he looks a little thin compared to his other stout and burly giant compatriots. Huge ribs bulged under his skin, like ancient mountains.

At this time, the old giant was busy feeding the young giant next to him with a dead deer.

The young giant's appearance was somewhat uglier than Moholt's, and the proportions between its head and body were extremely disproportionate. Compared with the head-to-body ratio of a normal person, Grawp's head seems to be a huge ball, placed directly on his shoulders, with almost no neck transition in the middle.

Its head is covered with thick, fern-colored buns, and a fat, fleshy ear is exposed at the top of its head, flapping constantly.

Grawp's back was as broad as a small mountain range, and the gray-brown blouse it wore looked like it was roughly sewn from animal leather. The clothes were so dirty that the original color could not be seen, and they were so tattered that they could hardly cover its strong body.

"Moholt."

Just as Graup was devouring the dead deer, Levin suddenly walked out of the bushes nearby and called out the old giant's name.

Hearing the sound, the old giant suddenly raised his head, his deep-set eyes shining with curiosity.

He looked up and down Levin's thin body, and then showed a surprised expression: "Little man, who are you? How do you know Moholt's name?"

Before Levin could answer, the young giant Grawp suddenly roared and rushed out.

It held a huge wooden stick in its hand, which seemed to be made from a complete dead tree segment.

The length and thickness of the stick exceeded Levin's imagination, and it looked larger than him and Oriana combined.

If he was hit unprepared, of course Oriana would be fine, but he would probably turn into a puddle of meat immediately.

"Grawp, you kid!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Moholt hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the young giant rushing towards Levin.

However, time is not forgiving, and his movements are much slower than the reckless Graup.

Compared with him, Levin was much faster. He held the wand tightly and pointed at Graup quickly.

A purple-black magic spark burst out from the tip of the staff and accurately hit Graop's chest. This magic did not cause any substantial damage, but Grawp immediately discarded the huge basswood stick in his hand, held his head in his hands, let out a shrill wail, turned around and ran away, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

0...Please give me flowers...

"Human, what have you done to this child?"

When Moholt saw this, his expression suddenly changed. He originally wanted to stop Graup's impulsive behavior, but now he turned towards Levin.

"Why can't anyone talk to anyone properly?"

Levin sighed softly and did not answer Moholt's question. Instead, he waved the wand again and pointed at Moholt's feet. In an instant, several dark tentacles suddenly stretched out from the ground.

These tentacles are unusually large for humans, but much slender for giants. However, they are powerful enough to restrain the giants.

Several tentacles quickly wrapped around Moholt's ankles, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground, face down on a solid dog-gnawed mud.

Taking advantage of the gap when Moholt fell to the ground, more tentacles emerged from the ground from all directions. They were like flexible ropes and tightly bound Moholt's wrists, arms, calves, thighs and waist.

Soon, the old giant was firmly bound to the ground by these tentacles, unable to move. He could only stare at Levin with angry and helpless eyes.

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Graup in the distance was not spared either.

He was still wailing and running around, but he accidentally ran into the tentacles and was immediately entangled tightly.

These tentacles seemed to have their own consciousness, flexibly wrapping around various parts of Graop's body, making him restrained and unable to move just like Moholt.

"For creatures like giants with high magic resistance, ordinary magic attacks are obviously ineffective. You have to use spells that can affect their minds, or magic that summons physical entities to effectively control them.

Looking at the old man and the young man in front of him who lost the ability to resist, Levin nodded with satisfaction.

He walked calmly to Moholt. The old giant's mood had gradually stabilized, but there was still fear and uneasiness in his eyes.

"Who are you anyway?"

Moholt asked in a trembling voice. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, making his voice sound hoarse.

He had never seen such a powerful wizard who could subdue the two giants so easily.

"I am Levin Green, a friend of Rubeus Hagrid." Levin replied calmly.

He keenly caught a look of surprise flashing across Moholt's ugly face.

Then, he continued: "I came to you just to ask you a few questions and make a deal with you."

"Hagrid's friend? A powerful wizard?" Moholt murmured in a low voice, then suddenly raised his head and looked at Levin with pleading eyes, "Can you let me go first? Your tentacles are tied too tightly. My bones are almost broken."

Levin glanced at him coldly, weighed in his mind for a moment, and then slowly said: "I can let you go, but I hope you will be more conscious. If you dare to play any tricks...

He paused deliberately, with a hint of threat in his tone,

"Next time, I won't just use tentacles, but fire and lightning.

As if he was afraid that Moholt wouldn't believe it, Levin waved his wand gently, and a fireball the size of a basketball flew out instantly and hit the mountain wall hard. With a loud noise, the fireball exploded and rubble flew out.

When Moholt saw this, he suddenly trembled, his eyes showing even deeper fear.

He nodded quickly to show that he understood what Levin meant and did not dare to neglect Wan in the slightest.