Curiosity killed the cat.
This was the first proverb Luan had learned after coming to Hogwarts.
He had only heard professors use it when discouraging students before. After all, Young Wizards were always curious about novel magic.
Of course, Luan was among those curious Young Wizards, especially after spending four years being called a "half-baked psychic."
But today, after opening the wooden door of the Herbology Club, Luan truly understood the power of that saying.
The Daffodil Club was to the right of the Great Hall on the first floor, beside a long stone staircase.
Upstairs lay the second-floor teaching area, while downstairs led to the Hufflepuff Common Room and the Potions Classroom.
When Luan stepped out, Quirrell had already run into the Great Hall, while the person following behind him turned toward the second floor.
It was Luan's first time seeing someone leave such a long shadow on a staircase.
He had originally been curious about who could tolerate the garlic smell on Quirrell, but now he wanted even more to see who the long shadow on the ground belonged to.
Enduring the pungent garlic stench, Luan quietly approached the foot of the stairs.
Bang!
The first thing Luan saw was a huge bare foot stepping onto the stairs.
Above it were a pair of thick, sturdy calves.
Then came a brown bark skirt, dusky skin, and finally a head no larger than a cocoa bean.
A giant?
As he watched the roughly twelve-foot-tall creature make its way toward the second floor, a name from his textbook popped into Luan's mind.
The giant's strides were enormous. Every step carried it more than three times as far as an ordinary person, and it climbed over a dozen steps in just two strides.
Luan knew it had to be an enemy