Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 717: The Giants of Sicily

As the rumors spread quickly inside the castle, Evan and his friends were discussing what was happening outside Hogwarts.

Voldemort did not disclose the news of his resurrection. He disappeared like Karkaroff, hiding in the shadows.

Evan knew that he was probably scared by his wand and felt that he was not strong enough.

In any case, Voldemort did not make any big moves, which was what Evan and Dumbledore wanted.

Everyone was not ready. Voldemort needed time. They also needed time. The real confrontation had not begun.

But the most direct consequence of this was that Fudge was more convinced that Dumbledore was talking nonsense.

“Fudge has gone too far, he dares to question Dumbledore!” Hagrid said unhappily when he came to visit Evan, Harry and Ron, “If it weren’t for Dumbledore’s support, he would not have been Minister.”

“We all know what kind of person Fudge is!” Ron said; the bandages had been removed from his body. “My mother has always said that over these years, stupid Fudge and those stupid policies he made. He’s always been like this. He’s very stubborn and prejudiced. Look at my dad; he’s been treated unfairly in the Ministry.”

“Most unbelievable is that he summoned a Dementor from Azkaban to Hogwarts,” said Harry. “What was he thinking? Barty Crouch Jr. was subdued, and he thought he might hurt him.”

Indeed, the matter of the Dementor was so bizarre that it was hard to believe.

Evan later learned that after frequent vampire attacks and Mr. Crouch’s incident, Fudge ordered Azkaban’s Dementors to stand by at any time for the Aurors to take them to Hogsmeade through the already prepared Portkey.

It took less than half an hour for the Dementor, who sucked the soul of Barty Crouch Jr., from Azkaban to Hogwarts.

From the consistent performance of the Ministry of Magic, this efficiency was simply unthinkable.

The Hogwarts defense system had a big loophole with the Portkeys. Anyone could make a Portkey to Hogwarts with the cooperation of someone from the Ministry of magic, even Caresius. Dumbledore had probably realized that.

He would probably improve this point as soon as possible, withdrawing the magical authority to make Portkeys from the Ministry of Magic.

“Yeah, I know Fudge is stupid, but I thought he would be more cautious about You-Know-Who.” Hagrid waved his hand impatiently. “So many facts were in front of him, but he was blind!”

“He just ignored those facts, and Fudge knows very well that people didn’t want to see Voldemort return,” said Evan, then he sat up from bed. “He wants to maintain the status quo and continue to be Minister of Magic, not war. If Voldemort returns, the wizarding world will inevitably panic, which will not be conducive to his rule. Many people, like him, do not believe in us and do not want to believe the fact that Voldemort is resurrected. “

“I knew long ago that You-Know-Who would return!” Hagrid said. “I’ve known it for years. I knew he was out there, biding his time. It had to happen. Now it has, and we’ll just have to get on with it.”

“You’re right!” Evan nodded. “The first thing we need to do now is to admit the reality.”

“Yeah, we’ll have to fight. We might be able to stop You-Know-Who before he gets a good hold and dominates the world. That’s Dumbledore’s plan, anyway. He’s a great man, Dumbledore. As long as we’ve got him, I’m not too worried,” Hagrid continued. “It’s no good sitting worrying about it. What’s coming will come, and we’ll meet it when it does.”

Concerning Voldemort’s resurrection, Hagrid showed extraordinary wisdom, much better than most people.

Evan understood why Dumbledore was willing to believe in Hagrid without reservation.

Although he was careless, always making things worse, and had no resistance in the face of dangerous magical creatures, he was never confused about what really mattered.

“Forget fudge, Hagrid, and tell us about you and Madame Maxime!” said Harry. “Evan said Dumbledore asked you and Madame Maxime to come to his office, what did he want you to do?”

“Oh, he’s got a little job for me and Olympe.”contemporary romance

“Who’s Olympe?” Evan, Harry, and Ron all stared at him in surprise.

“Madame Maxime, of course!” Hagrid said, seeming a little embarrassed, and hurried to hand out the doughy cookies he brought with him. “He wanted to get in touch with the giants and asked us to give them a message. Olympe will be coming with me. I persuaded her that we will work together and set out to find the hidden giants.”

“Where are those giants?” Evan asked. 

“They’re near Sicily, where giants were born and where they last lived.” Hagrid said, “Don’t ask me any more specific things, I won’t say anything, you know, I need to keep it secret.”

Sicily is in Italy. It is the largest and most populated island in the Mediterranean, and it is very prosperous.

It was hard to imagine that the giants were hiding in such a place.

But in Muggle’s mythology, Sicily was indeed famous for producing giants.

It was said that even this name came from a giant in Greek mythology.

The island was very famous in both the Muggle and the wizarding worlds, and there was a very famous Scylla living in the Strait of Messina between Sicily and Italy. It was a distant relative of the Merpeople and was extremely dangerous.

Evan had seen this information in the library while studying Mermish, the Merpeople language.

Like the Merpeople, Scyllas also used Mermish to communicate.

Their upper body was the image of a very beautiful human female, but their voice was like a dog barking.

Because they had dog heads on their waists, the number varied, and they gradually increased according to their strength, and there could be up to six.

Each dog had a long neck, three rows of sharp teeth, and two arms hanging around its waist.

In the past, such Scyllas used songs to confuse and eat lost sailors. However, after the Italian Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards delimited an area to manage special sea monsters, the frequency of such tragedies had been greatly reduced!

Besides, when it came to Sicily and Scyllas, one had to mention Charybdis near them, the great whirlpool monster of mythology.

In the real world, there was indeed a horror vortex there, which would appear from time to time, engulfing passing ships.

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