Chapter 493 Giant Killer
fertile land,
located in England,
South West Dorset.
It is as famous as Godric's Hollow, Dingworth, Upper Flagley and Ottery St. Catchpole, all ancient villages inhabited by wizards.
At this time, the setting sun is gradually setting in the west, the afterglow spreads all over the ground, the heat gradually fades away, the breeze is blowing, and the fertile soil welcomes the long-lost coolness.
A blue-purple bird snake, waving its wings, circled down from the sky and landed in the center of the village.
The two figures jumped off the back of the bird and snake onto the solid ground.
After Shirley stood firm, she raised her head, looked around, and found herself standing in a small square.
In the middle of the square stood a statue of a wizard, and at his feet was a taller giant, but he stepped under his feet.
The nameplate below reads:
Gifford Ollerton
(1390-1441)
"That's the statue of giant hunter Gifford Ollerton." Rove introduced:
"A giant once attacked Wotuyuan. He single-handedly killed the opponent and protected the village. The wizard of Wotuyuan regarded him as a hero and built this statue."
"Did a person kill a giant alone?" Shirley was a little astonished.
"Yes, since then, the giants have not dared to harass the Fertile Plain." Rove said, "They all hide in the mountains obediently."
"Are there still giants inhabiting the fertile land?" Shirley asked suspiciously.
"About a hundred miles to the west, there is a forest of Dean. In the forest is an ancient giant habitat called Upper Barnton Giant Tribe." Rove said softly:
"At its peak, there were at least a hundred giants living there, but with the killing of each other, by the end of the last century, there were only a dozen giants left.
The girl with the ponytail asked curiously: Are those giants still in the Barnton giant tribe? "
Rove shook his head and said, "Decades ago, they were bewitched by Voldemort, joined the Death Eaters, and created several of the cruelest Muggle massacres."
"Later, with the fall of Voldemort, those giants were afraid of being judged and slaughtered, so they fled England and went to the giant villages in Europe, and the giant tribe of Upper Barnton was abandoned."
"As for whether there are any giants now, it's hard to say." Rove looked at the statue of the giant killer and said slowly:
"Anyway, I heard from my grandfather that he hasn't found traces of purebred giants in Dean Forest for decades, and the British are probably extinct."
The girl with ponytails keenly grasped the words in Rove's words, and she wondered: "Does there still exist half-blood giants in Britain?"
"Of course." Rove stretched out his hand to hold Shirley's ponytail, played with it lightly, and said with a smile, "You know it too."
Shirley thought for a while, then suddenly widened her eyes and said, "Hagrid?"
"That's right." Rove nodded. "Hagrid's father also lives in the Fertile Plains. He once went into the mountains to find herbs, and was captured by the giantess Friedwafa to the Upper Barnton Giant Tribe."
"At the time, everyone thought he was dead, but they didn't expect Hagrid's father to come back a year and a half later."
Shirley raised her head and asked, "And then?"
"Not only did he come back, he also brought a baby with him, but he has a big skeleton, bigger than the average three or four-year-old child." Rove said quickly:
"He said it was his and Friedwafer's son, and he named it Rubeus Hagrid."
"I heard these things from my grandma." The young man said with a smile, "Everyone in the older generation in the village knows about it."
"Is Hagrid's father still in this village?" Shirley asked.
"He passed away very early." Rove shook his head and said, "His mother Friedwafa also escaped from the UK and hid in mainland Europe."
Shirley couldn't help sighing, she didn't expect Hagrid to have such a bizarre and tragic life experience.
Rove didn't feel much touched. He was even more curious about how Hagrid's father, an ordinary man who was 1.6 meters tall, had sex with a giantess who was more than 6 meters tall, and gave birth to a child?
Like Rove, possessing the magic of birds and snakes, which can make all the organs of the body bigger, is quite capable, but Hagrid's father... can't get in the whole body, right?
Speaking of the bird snake, Rove found that it hadn't got back into the box, but instead stared at the owl in the wizard's post office not far away.
A cockroach appeared in the boy's hand, and he held it up high, attracting the sight of the bird and snake back.
Another small teapot appeared in his hand, and he threw the cockroach into the bottle. The bird and snake also stood up and rose from the ground. At the same time, its body shrank rapidly, and it burrowed headfirst into the teapot.
Rove put the lid on the teapot and threw it into the box. The owls on the shelf of the post office not far away were also alarmed. They flew towards the sky and circled high in the sky.
The hooting of the owl alarmed the old man who was enjoying the shade in the small yard nearby. He raised his head, stared at the young man with cloudy eyes, and after a while, shouted:
"Is Little Rove back?"
Rove turned around and saw an old man with a hairy dandelion head, sitting on a deck chair, holding a moth-eaten Turkish hat in his hand, and fanning himself vigorously.
"Grandpa Elfias, long time no see." Rove greeted with a smile.
"It's been a long time." The old man stood up and walked out of the yard, still muttering:
"The last time we met was at Nico's funeral. Your kid went out with Newt and didn't come back to see me for several years."
Listening to the old man's complaint, Rove couldn't help laughing and said:
"Grandpa Elphias, I'm not running around, I'm studying at Hogwarts... Let me introduce you, her name is Shirley, she's my classmate at school."
"Shirley, this is Elphias Doge, he is a special advisor to the Wizengamot and a good friend of Professor Dumbledore."
Shirley greeted politely: "Mr. Dorji, hello."
"Just call me Elphias." Duoji looked at the girl and said with a kind smile:
"Oh, time is like a wild donkey, it keeps running... I didn't expect that even little Luofu was old enough to bring a girl home.
Much better than your grandpa Newt, who at your age didn't know how to run home when it rained.
When he was in his thirties, he brought Tina home. I thought for a long time that he was going to marry Xixiu. "
Hearing Newt's black history, Rove and Shirley looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
The three chatted for a while, and when the sky gradually darkened and even the stars came out, Rove took Shirley to leave.
"Mr. Dorji is really interesting." The ponytail girl whispered.
"Grandpa Elphias is very interesting, but Grandma Muriel next door is very annoying." Rove confessed:
"You may meet her tomorrow, so be careful."
Shirley nodded, secretly remembering the name Muriel.
Rove took Shirley along a small path to the west side of the village, and stopped beside a meadow.
The ponytail girl blinked, but she didn't see anything.
Rove whistled crisply, and saw a street lamp on the side of the road, which suddenly became active. It was like a pug, bouncing and running over.
When the street lamp stopped on the grass, as the light came on, the light shone on the grass, and a green house covered with dense plants suddenly popped out of the ground.
Shirley was dumbfounded.
"Come on, fair lady."
Rove stretched out his hand, and the girl with ponytail held his hand nervously. The two walked into the small yard full of plants, followed the stone steps, and walked to an oak door.
There is also an old brass nameplate on the door:
Scamander House.
Rove knocked lightly on the knocker, and the door creaked open quickly.
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