Indestructible Helmet

A gentle breeze swept across the mountain ridge, bringing the fresh scent of snow. The sky was as clear as a shallow pond, and the cold moonlight shone through, gilding a few clouds with a faint silver edge. The snow-covered Deep Mountain reflected the moonlight, outlining their undulating contours.

On a flat area sheltered from the wind on the ridge, a pair of strikingly beautiful Witch sat side by side. The Witch rested her chin on her knees, gazing at the campfire rising in the distant woods. Her delicate face held a somewhat solemn expression; that was the Death Eater ' camp.

Hermione glanced at the Cave where the Golgomath were, then whispered without turning her head, "Loren, McNair and Crouch have already reached an agreement with the current Golgomath, so why are they still lingering in the Ben Nevis Mountains instead of returning to report to their masters as soon as possible?"

Loren opened his palm, and a subtle Levitation Charm hovered his wand a few inches above his palm, spinning almost effortlessly in mid-air. "I'm not entirely sure of the specifics, but I'd guess they're building a road."

Hermione paused for a moment, then asked, "Road repair... what do you mean?"

Loren watched the wand spinning. "Hagrid can barely move an inch with just one giant, let alone if they want to take dozens or hundreds of giants with them. Voldemort intends to bring the giants back under his command, but he's currently in a period of dormancy and can't afford to attract the attention of the Ministry of Magic. He certainly can't openly transport so many giants back to London to keep them captive. He can only let them continue living here, and when they are truly needed, he will drive them to the battlefield."

"So they need to build a passage that makes it easier for giants to travel back and forth..." Hermione's eyes lit up with understanding. "It could be Portkey, or it could be a fireplace that's not monitored by the Floo Network, is that right?"

Loren nodded. "I think the Portkey is more likely. After all, our ' Professor Moody ' is very experienced and skilled at making Portkey."

Hermione suddenly remembered the Goblet of Fire of Fire that had been transformed into Portkey, and couldn't help but worry. "We had Orr replace Golgomath as the giant Gurg, and let him take over the Giant tribe and refuse to cooperate with the Death Eater. But what if those people are not satisfied... The Death Eater have already found the location of the Giant tribe, and we are about to leave here and return to Hogwarts. What should Orr and his sister do if Voldemort sends new Death Eater?"

"Good question."

Loren canceled the Levitation Charm, grabbed his wand, and looked at a cave at the edge of the Depression with a distant gaze. "After this is over, tell Orr and his sister about your concerns and see what they plan to do. If a race wants to become strong, it must learn to face threats from the outside world on its own. If it expects wizards to solve every problem, it will always be a slave to wizards, an appendage of wizards, rather than an independent race."

Hermione pursed her lips, her bright eyes reflecting the moonlight and flickering with worry.

Loren glanced at her, put his arm around her shoulder and shook her. "Let's talk about the battle plan for later."

"Who was it that ignored me last night and now wants to discuss things?"

"Who is it? Hmm? Tell me, and I'll teach him a lesson." Loren looked around fiercely, but when he didn't find the target, he gave up. "Looks like he's not here. Let's talk about this later. Let's talk about McNair and Crouch."

"..."

Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically.

Loren completely ignored her disgust, nuzzled against her soft face, and chuckled, "When we face the two Death Eater head-on later, Crouch will be my responsibility, and you'll deal with McNair. It'll be a good opportunity for your first duel practice."

"Oh."

Hearing the serious analysis, Hermione nodded obediently. She understood that this was a deliberate effort to cultivate her combat skills. With Loren's unreasonable explosion spells, strange mirror magic, and powerful shapeshifting abilities, dealing with two Death Eater by herself would not be a problem.

Loren put his arm around her shoulder, his tone as if analyzing some complex Rune: "Although McNair is a veteran Death Eater narrowly escaped trial more than a decade ago, his dueling ability is quite average. Based on my observation of the Magic Power radiance in his body, he's not much stronger than an average adult wizard. As long as you fully utilize your usual training level, defeating him will be easy. The thing you need to be careful about is your mindset. He's been an executioner in the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures for over a decade, and his methods are cruel and ruthless. You must remain calm and not let him distract you..."

Hermione memorized each and every battle instruction, as if she were reciting a passage from a textbook, repeating it over and over, and then putting it into practice as instructed in the book.

The Gug Grawp dwells in the best and most spacious Cave, which was originally the cave of Cacus and his wife. For more than ten years, the best things of the entire Giant tribe have been stored in this cave, with soft furs of various animals forming a thick blanket, and dried meat strips hanging deep in the cave...

But what is most eye-catching is a constantly leaping golden flame, placed in a plate made of stone. It needs no firewood, produces no annoying black smoke, and is always warm and bright, burning forever.

Tall Horse grinned, his gaze shifting. Not far to his side was a bronze metal helmet, engraved with complex and mysterious patterns. When the two half-giants gave the helmet to the previous Gugokakus, they said that the helmet was indestructible and that the giant who wore it would be invincible.

The two Half-Giant were short in stature, making it impossible to tell who was the strongest warrior in the Giant tribe. That fat, big-eared fool, Cacus, had long since lost his place in Gurg's position.

Unfortunately, that night, Cacus didn't have time to put on his helmet before he was pinned to the ground and beaten to death, his neck bitten off, and his head thrown into the lake. The giant who kills the Gurg becomes the new Gurg; this is a common occurrence in the Giant tribe ...

"Ancient... ancient... Immortal Fire."

Golgomath couldn't recall its full name, but that didn't stop him from admiring the strange sight of the flickering flames. He sat up and blew on the flames, causing the shadows in the cave to sway as if the entire mountain had been shaken by his breath.

The two giants on guard were so frightened that they sat up abruptly and cried out in alarm, which amused Golgomath. Just as he was about to laugh at the two cowards, he suddenly noticed that there was another figure on the swaying shadow of the stone wall.

A giant who wasn't very tall swung his arms and ran at full speed. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, he rushed from the dark cave entrance to the two guarding giants. His fists cracked slightly as he lowered his shoulders, bent over, and gathered power in his hook punches. At the same time, both fists slammed into the lower abdomens of the two giants, specifically their stomachs and diaphragms.

"Heh... heh..."

The suffocating pain instantly caused the two servants to bend over and collapse beside them.

The face that should have been lying in the Cave waiting to die was now bathed in the golden glow of flames. A crystalline and delicate light floated on his skin, making his still scarred face look like Deity. The young giant kicked away the two limp bodies that were blocking his way and walked step by step toward the Golgomath.

Golgomath's breathing became heavy. He quickly grabbed the helmet next to him, put it on his head, and roared at the approaching young giant.

"Roar!!!"

A deafening roar echoed repeatedly in the Cave before finally bursting out of the cave entrance, startling the birds in the Ben Nevis Mountain forest into flight.

The Golgomath stomped its feet, bent over, lowered its shoulders, and strode towards the young giant, intending to knock him out of his ability to resist in the same way it had done before.

Orr stopped, his muscles tense, staring intently at the approaching Golgomath, raised his fist high, estimated the distance, and slammed it down.

Thump!

The powerful impact knocked the 25-foot-tall, robust body to the ground. The trembling of the metal helmet produced a dull thud, like a bronze bell being struck by a hammer Golgomath tumbled to the ground, and the new Gurg's mind went blank.

A few drops of blood dripped down his helmet onto his forehead, burning hot like flames.

The young giant Orr shook his right fist, which was covered in raw flesh, and slowly walked to the Golgomath's side, squatted down, then clenched his fist again and punched the Indestructible Helmet repeatedly.

"Thump... thump... thump..."

Crimson blood flowed down the ground, its powerful kinetic energy transmitted to the rocks, causing the entire mountain to tremble slightly.