Chapter 329

"It seems that kakus is still looking forward to our gifts..."

The next morning, the three of Maka stood on the ridge and looked down. At a glance, they saw the giants who had awakened from their sleep.

Although they are still as busy as usual, and occasionally fight each other on the meat ground, almost everyone looks at the direction where Maka and others left yesterday from time to time, as if waiting for their arrival.

"It seems so..." Hagrid nodded. "So, what should we do today? I think we have to think about it first. It's best not to encounter the situation of yesterday..."

Mrs. Maxim was also hesitating, trying to think of a more practical way, but she couldn't find a feasible and good idea.

"In fact, we don't know what those giants think... Or maybe no one can really grasp their character..."

Marca thought a lot last night and even imagined what might happen today, but even if he thought any more, it would be useless if he broke away from the giant's thinking.

"So we'll have to be flexible for a while. In short, we'll prepare for the worst - when we get to the giant tribe, remember to be vigilant at any time," Maka said. "If something goes wrong, it's inevitable that there will be a battle..."

"After all, what giants like most is to solve problems with violence, isn't it?" he said at the end.

After that, the three looked at each other for a while, and then went to the valley together.

More than ten minutes later

"Sit down... Talk."

When Maka gave the beautiful goblin helmet to the giant gugokakus in his own name, the two old giants finally invited them to sit down and talk.

"Dumbledore, not dead yet?"

As soon as they sat down, Maka choked on the words of one of the old giants.

"Oh - Dumbledore, you're doing well," replied Hagrid with an embarrassed face.

"Dumbledore, good!"

Kakus, sitting behind the old giant, probably only said the word "good", but the old giant translated for him, so he was not "deaf and dumb".

After mentioning Dumbledore, other giants who understood a few words of English also paid attention. It can be seen that they giants still remember Dumbledore's kindness very well.

Of course, this is the same as fire dragons always remember the people who raised them, but they don't have too many emotional fetters. Maka doesn't expect giants to understand the moral concept of "gratitude must be rewarded".

To tell you the truth, it's good to make them feel good about a wizard.

Incidentally, in the concept of giants, those who can live long are very powerful. Because in the giant family, it's common to fight if you have nothing to do. The death and injury rate has always been very high.

Now these giants are gathered together. It is estimated that in a few years, the giant family will be completely killed in killing each other.

"Dumbledore said, you must live apart."

Dumbledore sent this sentence to Hagrid. Personally, he always wanted these endangered giants to continue to exist.

But it was obviously unrealistic to let them fight less, so he asked Hagrid to bring such a good suggestion.

"Separate?" the old giant scratched his head and repeated it suspiciously.

"The place is bigger, the food is more, and it's convenient to sleep." Hagrid stretched out his hands and said, "here, the four mountains are yours - there's no wizard life here."

When he first divided the habitat for the giants, Dumbledore won them four mountains centered on this big valley at the meeting of the International Federation of wizards.

At first, there were several times more giants than now, so they lived scattered, but now the number has become less, they naturally chose to gather all in this relatively more livable valley.

Of course, life is more comfortable, but the struggle between each other has also increased, so that the number of giants has been accelerating in recent years.

"It's cold on the mountain!" the old giant pointed to the snow line on the mountain and simply explained the reason.

"Fire."

Hagrid smelled the words and pointed to the fire taking tools just sent. Those are very simple magic props, which can make fire freely in ice and snow.

"Old, children, women - in the valley; young, strong - up the mountain."

Hagrid came with a mission this time. Of course, Dumbledore didn't expect to persuade them to change much. But even if it's just talk, it can also be used as a chat topic, can't it?

Probably because it was strange for a wizard to talk to them, at first the people in the tribe came together to listen. But because of the giant's nature, he ran away impatiently soon.

As initially expected, there is no hope of persuading them to change their living habits. After a few words, the two old giants obviously didn't want to continue talking about the living area.

"You and her, half a giant?" the old giant pointed to Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim respectively.

Hagrid naturally understood what the old giant meant. Although he didn't want to talk about it, it was obvious that Mrs. Maxim was more reluctant.

With the grace to take care of the lady's mood, Hagrid had to say, "my mother, friedwaffa."

Hagrid's giant mother and his father gave birth to him, but when he was only three years old, his mother abandoned them and their father and son left.

In Hagrid's memory, the mother's appearance was already blurred.

Will he miss his mother? Marca thought that he would still think, even if he never mentioned his mother in front of others, even if he might never think friedwaffa was a good mother.

In fact, there are almost only giants in this place in the world. If his mother will be anywhere now, it will probably be here.

"Oh, friedwaffa -" the old giant squinted for a moment, then nodded, "was killed by Alita."

Hagrid thought that when he heard this sentence, there would be no psychological change at all. But he was wrong, too wrong.

"Arita?" his hand trembled slightly, and his voice trembled. "Who is Arita? Which is it?"

The old giant didn't notice Hagrid's excitement at all. Instead, Mrs. maxim, sitting next to Hagrid, suddenly pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to hold Hagrid's trembling hand.

"Alita died, too, and was killed by bagoballo," said another old giant naturally, as if talking about the goat he ate last night.

When Hagrid heard this, he suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He was not in the mood to ask who Bago Barlow was. God knows if that guy was killed by who? In the concept of giants, every giant should die in battle, which is the ultimate destination pursued by giants.

"Something I knew... What am I excited about?" Hagrid muttered with his eyes closed.

Just then, Maka, who had been sitting around looking around, suddenly had a thought - he saw a figure in the distance.

"Can you tell me about my mother?" Hagrid said after a moment of silence.

"About your mother?" the old giant sat on the ground and grabbed the clods. "When she came back, she was too thin and hurt. She couldn't beat others. She wasn't as powerful as before..."

In the old giant's intermittent narration, Hagrid learned about his mother's situation after returning to the giant community.

To be honest, before meeting Hagrid's father, friedwaffa was a very strong female giant.

In the 1910s, during the outbreak of World War I in the Muggle world, the giants who had been scattered into several tribes were almost affected.

In order to control these giants, the magic world sent wizards to drive them away in order to avoid the war of Muggles. It was at that special time that Hagrid's mother, friedwaffa, met Hagrid's father.

Although the specific situation has not been known to many people, it can be judged from the mouth of the old giant that friedvafa was a very "powerful" giant at that time.

"... later, she and Barron had children," the old giant crushed a stone he picked up, and then painted it on the ground with stone powder fragments, "another useless dwarf."

At this point, the old giant pointed to the trees on the other side. He pointed to the direction that Maka was paying attention to.

"Gallup, unhealthy, useless dwarf."

Referring to the phrase "useless dwarf", he glanced at Hagrid and Mrs. maxim, and then grinned disdainfully.

But Hagrid had no time to ignore the old giant's contempt. When he heard that his mother had a child, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the place where the old giant pointed.

"Brother! I have a brother! Glop?" Hagrid's hand began to tremble again. He could hardly restrain the inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Rupert!" Mrs. Maxim pressed Hagrid's hand again, but she couldn't hold it this time.

Hagrid jumped up and ran with big strides to the woods.

"My brother! Glop!"

At this moment, Hagrid had only these words left in his mind. I'm afraid he has no room for other things.

"... glop."

Sitting there, Maka was also looking at the forest. There, a trumpet giant who looked one head shorter than other giants was clutching a strong tree at the edge of the forest.

Right beside him, another giant was pulling his leg, and his huge fist hit his waist hard, making a dull noise of "bang bang".