Evan noticed that Sirius’s left arm was bandaged with a cloth strip, and he looked particularly flustered.
“There were five Death Eaters who came last night, and I only recognized Walden Macnair. You may not know him, a pure cold-blooded maniac who likes killing as much as Golgomath,” said Sirius. “I remember he worked in the Ministry of Magic, and was responsible for the execution of dangerous magical creatures. I didn’t expect him to come here.”
“Have you confronted him?”
“I was outside the tent, and he was the first to rush in and we started fighting,” said Sirius simply. “My Stupefy hit him. Of course, his curse hit my arm too… nothing too big!”
Although he said it was simple, the situation must have been much more dangerous.
“The Death Eaters rushed over with the giants who joined them. They let the giants take the lead and hid behind them to cast spells and sneak attacks. Although Hagrid was very powerful and Madame Maxime’s spell-casting speed was beyond imagination, it was overwhelming. There were too many of them, and we had to retreat,” said Sirius. “We ran into the mountains in the dark, and Hagrid and Madame Maxime went out to contact the giants who support us. I’m here to guard you, and that’s basically it.”
Looking at the bewildered Sirius and the spell scars on his arm, Evan could imagine how fierce the battle had been last night.contemporary romance
The situation was really bad now; it was almost impossible to convince all the giants.
They tried hard multiple times, but they could not convince them.
The Death Eaters could return to Britain with the few remaining giants supporting them, and that would be enough to strengthen Voldemort’s army, but Evan and his friends could not. Dumbledore hoped that the giants would not participate in the upcoming Wizarding War, rather than confront each other on the battlefield, with the side with more giants having more power.
The situation was a mess. They couldn’t just walk away. Dumbledore was counting on them!
They anticipated that persuading the giants would be a long mission that might take months to see results anyway.
Evan was wondering if he could find a way to wipe out all the Death Eaters who came to the giants’ territory, so that the giants supporting them would naturally disband.
Then he shook his head again. This method couldn’t work, and it was too difficult.
Even if he succeeded, Voldemort could send other Death Eaters, and they couldn’t stay here forever.
The solution to this problem had to come from within the giant community itself. A new Gurg must rise, one who is firmly in Dumbledore’s camp, one who would never cooperate with Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
Once that happened, maintaining the alliance would be less complicated. Dumbledore would simply have to dedicate someone or find some way to protect the new Gurg.
It wouldn’t be a simple task, but it would be the only quick and sustainable way; certainly much easier than a constant battle with never ending waves of Death Eaters.
Evan followed this line of thought. The key to this plan lied in proper selection of the new Gurg.
It was to be a very delicate matter. He didn’t know many giants, and he did not trust any of them.
Then Evan thought of Hagrid’s brother Grawp. He would definitely be on their side, and he was young and full of energy, but he was too short, too weak and had not enough power to subdue other giants.
Evan sighed and set the matter aside.
At present, the immediate priority was not the chaotic giants’ tribe and the new Gurg, but the Cyclops in the magma deep in the earth’s core. There were also those Dark wizards who were carrying out some kind of Dark ritual. That was the most urgent matter.
It was a mission given to him by Gryffindor, and now he had to get his scabbard in order to know more. If that Cyclops was to awaken, none of what took place with the giants would even matter anymore.
It was a long time before Hagrid and Madame Maxime returned, both injured. Hagrid’s arm was still bleeding.
They were very happy to see Evan awake.
“Hagrid, what’s going on outside?” Evan asked.
“Not so good. The Death Eaters are looking for us all over the mountain. Olympe and I had another fight with them,” said Hagrid, sitting next to Evan. Madame Maxime went to get bandages and potions for him.
“I told you before you left! It’s best not to tangle with them.” Sirius frowned at him.
“I know, but at the time, it was hard for me to stop Olympe. She was enraged by the Death Eaters!” Hagrid whispered, the corners of his mouth lifting his wild beard. “We encountered them, and with both sides not eager to fight, they started insulting our bloodlines… It wasn’t long before Olympe could no longer take it; she wanted to teach them a lesson. She’s fiery, maybe because she’s French?!”
“We MUST teach them a lesson,” said Madame Maxime angrily, who had just entered the room. “The situation outside is terrible. The giants all know that we’ve been attacked last night. The giants who originally supported us are now hesitant. They think that we can’t win and they might turn to the Death Eaters.”
“Yeah, they probably have more than thirty giants on their side already. They are all strong fighters, bloodthirsty and cruel,” said Hagrid worriedly.
“Then how many do we have?” Evan looked at Hagrid.
“There were a dozen or so, but two of them died just today. The rest are hesitant. My mother and Grawp are still reliable. The old giant Herbert is also willing to help us,” said Hagrid. “There are three or four others, but they are all very old giants who have little strength.”
Whether in quantity or quality, there was no way to compare the two sides.
Older giants were more rational and less brutal. They were more willing to accept Dumbledore’s terms and live a better life than to participate in war.
The young giants were just the opposite. They were also the main force of the giants’ tribe.
“What about the other giants?” Evan continued to ask, there were hundreds of them in the giants’ territory.
“They are fighting each other, fighting for the Gurg’s position, but I think those guys would be more inclined to take You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters’ side. Their offer is just more appealing to them.”
There was a moment of silence. The situation was just like Sirius said, or even worse.
Later, Evan explained his plan. After discussion, they decided that Evan and Sirius would go back to the cave to retrieve the scabbard.
Hagrid and Madame Maxime would continue to persuade other giants who did not want to rely on the Death Eaters, telling them Dumbledore’s ideas.
“By the way, Hagrid, who occupies the cave at the top of the mountain now?”
“That cave is deserted. It was originally the palace of the Gurg of the giants, but because Golgomath and his soldiers died there, hardly any giant dares to go inside now,” said Hagrid, looking at Evan and Sirius. “The giants are scattered into different groups and no longer gather by the lake. You two just need to be careful on your way.”
“Did no one retrieve Golgomath’s body?” It was hard for Evan to imagine the giants giving up the cave easily.
The cave was of extraordinary significance. It might have belonged to that Cyclops back in the day. It was his lair.
“Just go and have a look, you’ll see, Golgomath’s death was so horrible that other giants dare not approach.”
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