The big copper teapot made a whistle sound, and a big hand lifted the teapot from the fire regardless of the scorching flames. A cup of hot tea was held in both hands, and the horseman drank it. After the grass soup made with herbs and spices, the strange smell in Harry's mouth was finally suppressed.
"It feels so good to be alive..."
Harry, who was lying on the grass with his head up, looked at the shining stars in the night sky and took a long breath. He turned over and propped his head on his arms to look in the direction of Hagrid.
"Although I am seeking my own death, there is definitely something wrong with what you said about 'a little pain', Hagrid!"
"Uh..." Hagrid pondered for a moment, "What hurts?"
"It's the one you said injects magic into the body."
Harry slapped his forehead, and Hagrid had already forgotten about it.
"oh oh!"
Hagrid suddenly realized what was going on and said, "That's what you're talking about. It does only hurt a little."
He spread his hands innocently, "If it's too dangerous, I definitely won't let you use this method to become stronger. That's what I did in the first place."
"Control the magic power and force it into the muscles and bones. When it is full, the strength will become stronger. As for the pain..."
Hagrid thought carefully for a moment and gave his measurement method.
"It's probably the same pain as being bitten by a chimaera. It's your first time and you may not be used to it, but I'm different. When I was hunting in the valley with the centaurs, I was bitten dozens of times. , maybe I was used to this feeling at that time."
Hearing Hagrid's disrespectful words, Harry helplessly fell into silence.
"I think too highly of myself..."
Harry sat up and hugged his face. The two completely different starting points between him and Hagrid made him have no idea of comparison at all.
Even though Hagrid was not as strong as he is now, Hagrid is a half-blood giant! At the age of sixteen, he was already three meters tall! The kind whose arms are thicker than my waist.
Even the Astartes who had undergone nineteen transformation surgeries did not grow to three meters. This terrifying size that had exceeded the physiological limits of humans was the powerful strength brought to him by the giant bloodline in his body.
What is a giant? A humanoid magical creature with a reproductive capacity comparable to that of humans, a survivability that exceeds that of humans, and a highly intelligent humanoid magical creature with the ability to cast spells in addition to great strength. If their minds were not always full of killing, slashing, and eating. The thoughts of eating and rashness do not have the order required to form a civilization. Otherwise, the real masters of this planet may be them, not humans.
What you need to know is that even if giants are of mixed blood, their offspring are also born with magical powers. Even if they are mixed with Muggles, the offspring they give birth to will be 100% magical hybrid giants, although their talent in magic may be poor. It's the same as the Squib, but having magic power and not having magic power are two different things, not to mention the huge gap in physical fitness.
As for the hybrids of wizards and Muggles, the probability that their offspring will have magic power is at most 50-50. The bloodline of wizards is far less stable than the bloodline of giants, and they are not as aggressive as giants.
But precisely because they lost the possibility of establishing civilization, the giants lost the ability to compete with humans. They were constantly driven away, and eventually ended up eking out an ignoble existence in the deep mountains and old forests.
Seeing Harry falling into depression, Hagrid was a little at a loss and tried to comfort him, but with his hand halfway out, he didn't know what to say. Being clumsy was probably one of Hagrid's weaknesses.
"Actually, there's no need to comfort my Hagrid." A small hand patted Hagrid's hand the size of a trash can lid. After a moment of frustration, Harry raised his head and looked at him.
"The blame for this is that I am too weak. If I can endure the pain, maybe..."
Harry paused.
"Wait a minute, let me try this."
Feeling something, Harry patted his butt and stood up. He walked to the wooden stake where Hagrid had hung the horned camel and stood up. Then he jumped hard and grabbed the top of the wooden stake with one hand.
As a good rock climber, Harry has mastered his skills. Some rock cracks are only one centimeter wide, and many times Harry needs to grab hold of such a small area to gain strength.
After clinging to the top of the wooden pillar, Harry slowly released his fingers and put all the weight of more than one hundred kilograms on his little finger. His breathing began to become heavier in just a few seconds. , veins burst out on the trembling right arm. Even with professional training, the pressure was too heavy for a single finger.
But after landing, and just taking a breath, Harry jumped up again, and this time, he switched to his left hand.
He also hung all his weight on one finger, but the performance of his left hand was much better than that of his right hand. He lasted nearly one-third longer than the last time. After confirming this, Harry couldn't help but reveal An excited smile.
"Hagrid, your method works!"
Harry took a few steps forward and grabbed Hagrid's hand. "Although I was a little injured and in pain, I have really become stronger!"
"Build the magic into your muscles!"
Harry gritted his teeth and spoke viciously, with a somewhat cruel expression that made Hagrid worried.
"But you can't bear it. You were in so much pain just now. If you do it again, it might be over."
"Then cut off the pain nerve. Anyway, the magic can connect it. Even if it explodes, the worst thing you can do is drink a bottle of magic potion!"
But when he said this, Harry trembled violently, and his previous lofty ideals disappeared in an instant. He subconsciously touched the bag on his chest, and his weak legs made him silently shut his mouth and sit next to Hagrid.
"Magic potion... forget about the magic potion, at least you can't drink this..."
"That's really going to kill you..."
"But no matter what!" Harry's eyes seemed to light up after he cheered up again.
"As long as I can get through this! I can become stronger than I am now!"
"But why?" Hagrid frowned. He didn't understand why Harry would take such a risk to do something that seemed meaningless.
"You are a wizard, Harry." Hagrid persuaded him earnestly: "You are different from me. I can't use magic, but you can. I heard Professor Flitwick say that you are the most powerful person he has ever met. One of the gifted students, you have the potential to become a dueling master."
"Why do you do this? You obviously have better choices."
"Because I'm scared, Hagrid."
Harry sighed slightly and sat closer to Hagrid. Hagrid's generous body gave people a sense of security. This was the sense of security brought by absolute power, which was more intuitive than powerful magic.
"Last week, when Professor Grindelwald gave us our first Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, he said: We don't have much time, children."
"After that, Professor Flitwick told me something else." Harry was silent for a moment. After sensing that the magical contract would not be touched, he spoke again. After all, Hagrid was not a first- or second-year kid. Wizard, he had been attending Hogwarts for at least six years.
"The professor told me about the demon clan, which is an enemy that wizards have always had to fight against."
"But the professor also said that the magical world has been peaceful for too long."
"Although I didn't have much time to look up the information, I asked the senior classmate and he told me that the Triwizard Tournament had been interrupted for several centuries, and it happened that at that time, there were records of the war against the demons. It became very rare. I briefly looked through the "History of Magical Wars" and found that the time was correct."
"But the Triwizard Tournament was restored. It was restored twelve years ago. Professor Grindelwald, Professor Dumbledore and many powerful magicians jointly initiated the restoration of the Triwizard Tournament."
"Is this a coincidence? Or a foreshadowing?"
"What does the return of the Triwizard Tournament mean? What is this competition for?"
"I don't know about the former, but I understand the latter. The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to select the strongest new generation wizards, and the Triwizard Tournament is also to select the strongest new generation team."
"Professor Grindelwald has emphasized 'team', 'discipline', and 'collaboration' more than once. I think this is definitely not unreasonable. As a powerful wizard whose reputation and strength have reached the pinnacle, he will never talk nonsense. .”
"Since time is running out, and since wizards like him are worried about it."
"So I, who is ten thousand times weaker than him, what can I do to protect myself when I encounter the irresistible torrent of the times?"
"The only thing I can do is to get stronger and keep getting stronger so that I have enough strength to resist the difficulties or disasters I will face."
"Before coming to Hogwarts, when you came to my house, Aunt Petunia said that my mother told her that 'someone has to do something.' It was her then, and it's me now."
"I don't believe in fate or fate, but there are always some things in the world that can only be done by a certain type of person."
"Maybe I'm one of those people."
Harry smiled slightly, very freely.
"Since my life is destined to be wonderful, I should make it even more dazzling."
"I will study it carefully after I go back, Hagrid. Don't worry, I will be reckless this time. I will be more cautious next time."
"Maybe in the future, after I've done what you did, I'll have a new name."
"Harry Astartes Potter."
"A true English superman."
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