Gurg Grawp and Giant Orr

At the foot of the mountain, McNair calmly stepped forward, picked up the damp firewood from the campfire, and added a flame. The quietly burning flames licked the already blackened wild boar meat, and the melted fat dripped down the pigskin into the soil beside it, where it quietly solidified.

As the mountain wind swept across the Depression, the wild boar meat, not yet fully cooked, released a rich and complex aroma: the stench of cooled blood and offal, the gamey smell of the pork, and a faint fragrance of protein and fat mingled after roasting.

Beside the rekindled campfire, the new giant Gug Grawp, swallowed hard and demanded in a gruff voice:

"Why isn't my barbecue delicious?!"

A flash of savagery crossed McNair's eyes. He then lowered his head and said through gritted teeth, "Because you didn't catch those two Half-Giant. Without their seasoning, wild boar meat just doesn't taste good."

"Bring them back! Let them roast meat! Slaves!"

Golgomath's English wasn't fluent, and McNair was constantly suppressing his irritation. He was the executioner of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, not some gentle caretaker. Rather than trying to soothe these savages with soft words, he wanted to pull out his execution axe, chop off their heads, and see how hard their spines were and whether they actually had brains inside their skulls.

"They've already escaped. It's all your fault for sleeping all the time, you idiot—"

Before he could utter that curse, a gentle voice came from the other end. "So you can only go to Hogwarts, capture the valiant giant Gurg, and make him your roasted slave!"

McNair's eyes gleamed. No wonder he was Barty Jr. Crouch Jr., who killed his own father. This kind of manipulative work, tricking people into dying, was better suited to someone close to the Dark Lord.

"Hogwarts— Dumbledore!" A hint of awe flashed in the giant's bewildered eyes, and he shook his head decisively.

"The great Dark Lord will deal with Dumbledore; you just need to capture those two Half-Giant..."

"Half-Giant, shorty, I'm taking him!"

"That's right, capture that stupid guy who has tainted the bloodline of wizards and make him a slave, capture all those who have tainted the noble bloodline of wizards and make them slaves."

Barty Jr. Crouch. couldn't help but smile. Upon hearing this, the giant Gug Grawp's mind conjured up images of numerous slaves roasting meat for him, and he laughed along. Their laughter echoed through Depression spacious valley.

Another gust of mountain wind swept by, and the thick, pungent stench spread once more. Crouch and McNair's smiles vanished, their expressions turning grim. The Golgomath beside them, however, brightened up. He detected the distinct layers of stench and recognized the aroma of perfectly cooked roasted meat. While not as enticing as the meat the two Half-Giant had grilled a few days earlier, it was undeniably the scent of roasted meat.

Thick saliva flowed from his huge mouth, splashing onto the ground. The Golgomath suddenly turned its head and took a breath, following the direction of the aroma, and found the only roasted wild boar meat in the Depression.

At the edge of the Depression, the giant Orr carefully watched the flames, suppressing his inner excitement. He hadn't expected that cutting up the wild boar meat would cook it faster; he was lucky this time.

Swallowing hard, Orr counted the wild boar parts strung on the fire again.

There's very little good meat on the pig's head, so I'll keep it for myself. The two hind legs have plenty of thick meat, so I'll leave them for my brother Gale and sister Mill. The two front hooves have good meat, but there's little meat and a lot of bone, so I'll leave them for the other two seriously injured guys in the cave...

Orr's mind gradually conjured up the scene of the group's internal conflict a few days ago. It was a dark night, with damp firewood burning and producing thick black smoke that rose into the sky and turned into heavy dark clouds, obscuring the glowing sphere in the sky. Inside the Cave, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly.

At that moment, her younger sister Mill was telling her wonderful fantasy, "If only those two Half-Giant could send a few more magical Immortal Fire, then our Cave would be bright, we wouldn't be cold wearing Bark clothes in winter, and Gale's hands wouldn't get frostbite..."

The naive Mill knew that no matter how many Gubra'i Immortal Fire the Half-Giant sent, they would only be hidden in the Cave of Gurg, even if Gurg was sweating from the heat, even if the giants outside froze to death in the winter...

Just as everyone was adding to Mill's fantasy, they heard a commotion outside the cave, and someone rushed into the cave and started fighting with them.

It wasn't until dawn that they learned that the strong, tall horse had chopped off the head of the previous Gugokakus and was now the giant Gugo. A whole bunch of other messy things happened afterward, too many to explain. In short, his younger brother Gale and sister Mir were both seriously injured, and the other two who were dissatisfied with the tall horse had their limbs broken. Now, only he was able to leave the cave to roast meat...

We must find them plenty of food, preferably fatty meat, so that their bones can heal quickly and their wounds can scab over faster!

Just as Orr was hoping that the barbecue would make his younger siblings stronger again, a muffled rumbling sound came from the ground. Orr's face turned pale, as if he realized something, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold.

The muffled thud drew closer. The new Gug Grawp, didn't even glance at him, heading straight for the roasting meat on the campfire. He lowered his massive head, drool dripping into the fire, hissing as it evaporated.

"Hey..." Golgomath swallowed hard, reached out and scooped up two thick pieces of hind leg meat, one in each hand, along with the juicy, fatty rump meat, and walked away with a big smile on his face.

His movements were natural and fluid, as if everything was perfectly natural, and he didn't even glance at the giant beside him.

Gazing at the figure a head taller than himself, Orr lowered his head, his fists clenching the firewood so tightly that the solid wood creaked under the weight. A deep chill swirled in his eyes, but he dared not reveal it easily.

Two more years, just two more years, until he grows a little taller and can reach the bird's nest on the fourth branch of the forest tree—

Make sure to bite through the Golgomath's neck and sink his head into the lake!

Just as Orr was planning to divide the two foreleg meats among his younger brother Gale and sister Mill, and share the pig's head with the other two people in the cave, another tall, Scarface giant came over, circled the campfire, and finally chose the left foreleg meat, which had a better color. He reached out, picked it up, sniffed it, and showed a look of ecstasy.

As for Orr next to him, who cares what he does?

He was a member of the Golgomath gang, and for those who refused to submit, or even had connections with Half-Giant, it was already a favor not to beat them to death.

Orr reached out to stop the giant who was about to leave, and growled softly, "..."

He was speaking the Highland Giants' own language, so Barty Jr. Crouch Jr. and McNair couldn't understand what he was saying.

The Scarface giant roared impatiently twice, his eyes dangerous and his face fierce, as if he were threatening someone.

"Roar... Awooo..." Orr remained expressionless.

The Scarface giant bared his teeth and shoved him. What business was it of his what younger siblings were?

"Roar!!"

Orr suddenly slapped the Scarface giant across the face with such force that his breath made a whooshing sound as it cut through the air. The Scarface was sent spinning around by the slap, and the roasted foreleg meat slipped from his hand, landing a short distance away and splashing up bits of dirt.

Scarface spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes flashing with rage.

The giants around looked in this direction, and the next moment they looked at the Golgomath not far away. They saw the new Gurg enjoying the succulent hind leg meat. He had just finished eating one leg and had only taken a bite of the other.

"Roar!!"

Another slap landed, sending Scarface spinning again before he fell to the ground. This time, the force was even more brutal; even Scarface's sturdy head felt dizzy, and a faint ringing sound filled his ears, causing him to lose his balance. He tried to get up several times, but couldn't manage it.

After slapping him twice, Orr's cold gaze remained unchanged, like the snow that never melts on the mountains, deep and cold, yet calm and composed, showing no violence or anger, as if everything he did was perfectly justified. The roast meat he had given to his sister had been stolen, and he simply wanted to get it back.

Orr thought this, and he did it. He slowly stepped forward, making a deep rumbling sound, and slowly stepped over Scarface's head, came to the campfire, and bent down to pick up the front leg meat from the ground.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

A series of heavy and rapid footsteps sounded from the side. Before Orr could react, he could only instinctively protect the front leg meat in his arms, and his whole body was sent flying.

Golgomath charged at Orr like a wild boar, his eyes bloodshot, his rhinoceros-like bluish-brown skin bulging with blood vessels, faintly tinged with crimson. At this moment Golgomath was the tallest warrior and the most powerful Gurg of the Giant tribe. He absolutely could not tolerate anyone offending his dignity; that little thing that refused to submit dared to defy his servant.

The Golgomath took a deep breath, roared, and suddenly charged again, crashing into Orr who had just gotten up and regained his footing.

Charge, stop, twist waist, punch—an extremely powerful fist carrying the immense momentum of a giant's sudden stop slammed into Orr's abdomen. Orr was struck so hard he exhaled, but he didn't have the strength to inhale again. The foreleg meat in his hand slipped from his grasp. He doubled over in pain as Golgomath knee strike landed on Orr's chest, followed by a powerful hook punch to his jaw. The sound of flesh colliding was mixed with the faint cracking of bones. Orr tilted his head back and spat out a few bloody teeth as the powerful impact sent him flying off the ground!

This was followed by a series of punches, kicks, and elbow strikes...

The dull thud of flesh colliding echoed outwards. On the ridge not far away, Loren and Hermione, who were watching in silence, found the impact of this physical clash all the more shocking.

They had witnessed Hagrid's battles before, smashing trees and wielding trunks against Quirrell, and charging recklessly against the Acromantula...

But none of them were as visually striking as this one, as Hagrid's height was less than half that of these two giants.

The battle beside the campfire in the Depression was nearing its end. Looking at Or, whose bones were broken in countless places and Orr was too weak to stand, Golgomath grinned menacingly, grabbed Or's rough, Bark -covered collar, and roared, "Roar!!!"

A large amount of gas passed rapidly through the trachea, causing the thick vocal cords to vibrate violently, and even the air was mixed with a faint popping sound.

The roar echoed repeatedly in the Depression surrounded by mountains, carrying all the way to the snow-capped peaks. The faint tremors gradually grew stronger and finally subsided after a long time.

No one cared about the avalanche that had occurred on the distant mountain. All eyes were focused on the giant at the edge of the Depression. The foul breath mixed with the greasy smell of roasted meat wafted over, and Orr's breath hitched. He spat out a mouthful of blood again, his breath coming out with a labored, suffocating sound. He was already breathing more out than in.

"Roar..."

Golgomath laughed, casually tossed him aside, sat down in front of the campfire, and began to enjoy the remaining roasted meat.

Only after he had eaten and drunk his fill, and returned to his own cave with two Death Eater, did the giants approach to check on Orr's condition and drag him back to the entrance of his family's cave...

As night fell, the faint glow of the starry sky spilled down, and the snow-capped mountains nearby reflected a crystalline brilliance, dimmer than during the day, but barely obstructing visibility.

Above the ridge to the west of the Depression, a large, rounded boulder blocked the howling mountain winds, providing a comfortable shelter for the two people resting nearby.

"Even though the entire tribe only has seventy or eighty giants left, that giant chieftain is still beating his people without any mercy. They're all beaten like that, they definitely won't live much longer... At this rate, before we even have a chance to fight the Death Eater, these giants will have already killed each other and become extinct!"

Hermione's beautiful eyebrows furrowed, her negative impression of giants deepening.

Loren tore off the last, cold strip of meat from the beef rib, put it in his mouth, savored the slightly salty flavor, and let out a satisfied sigh, "Let's go check out that giant's cave that's almost been killed."

"What?"

"That violent giant Gurg, seems to be getting along quite well with the Death Eater. He's obviously our enemy. But that giant who roasts meat is the enemy of our enemy. Maybe he can become our friend?" Loren washed his hands with hot water from the kettle, lost in thought. "And I have a feeling that there might be clues about Hagrid in that giant's cave."

Hermione was tempted, but the violent scenes she'd witnessed during the day flashed through her mind, making her hesitate. "But... what if we get trapped in the Cave..."

"Don't forget, we're wizards," Loren said, raising an eyebrow with a smile. "In a close-quarters battle, I don't think they have any advantage..."

A few minutes later, two nimble Ermine nimbly darted across the mountain rocks, like two elves emerging from the snow, like flowing moonlight. They descended and eventually disappeared into a Cave at the edge of the Depression, which reeked of decay.